Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 282 - 162: Grand Sect Law, Appearance and Spirit Divergence! Zhang Fan’s True Identity_2

Chapter 282: Chapter 162: Grand Sect Law, Appearance and Spirit Divergence! Zhang Fan’s True Identity_2

Both of them stared at each other, and in their eyes, there was only a skeletal frame remaining.

"Senior Brother actually mastered the White Bone Divine Descent Skill?"

In Lao Mountain’s school, over the past century, only one predecessor had practiced this magic.

It’s said that this predecessor was born in a chaotic era, converting three thousand spirits, collecting skeletal remains, and painstakingly practicing for thirteen years to finally master this skill.

In today’s age, seeking skeletal remains is not easy.

However, Luo Baizhang was able to purchase Bone Pills as a substitute.

Rumor has it that Luo Baizhang is of average talent, relying on connections and influence for his current status, yet unknown to others, he practiced diligently in secret, honing his Primordial Spirit, and actually mastered this magic.

Wei Qingsong maintained his composure, but was still influenced, seeing only bones in living people.

At this moment, he realized the power of this magic.

"Youngsters who don’t know the heights of the heavens, let me teach you on behalf of your boss how to behave."

Luo Baizhang’s Primordial Spirit screamed, a round bead shot over, bones grimaced, opening its mouth to devour Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

Such a mysterious magic, truly worthy of the Lao Mountain lineage.

"Senior Brother, don’t..." Wei Qingsong hurriedly said.

"Don’t worry, I’ll spare his life." Luo Baizhang coldly laughed.

"No..." Wei Qingsong was anxious.

Boom...

Before finishing his words, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit suddenly shook, as if yawning, terrifying vibrations causing cracks to appear in the skeletal figure.

"This..." Luo Baizhang’s eyes widened, hardly able to believe.

Almost simultaneously, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit opened its mouth and swallowed the skeletal figure whole.

Boom...

A loud roar came from Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit, like a turbulent yin wind, digestion of essence.

"My Bone Qi!?" Luo Baizhang exclaimed in horror.

His White Bone Divine Descent Skill relied entirely on this breath of Bone Qi to perform. To refine this breath of Bone Qi, he expended an untold fortune, purchasing countless Great Medicines of heaven and earth, Exotic Treasures of mountains and seas...

The most crucial was that Bone Pill, years of effort poured into it to refine this breath of Bone Qi, now, unbelievably, swallowed whole by this young man before him.

"How could it be?" Luo Baizhang panicked.

Boom...

Zhang Fan gave him no time for thought, his Primordial Spirit stretched out its massive hand, directly capturing Luo Baizhang’s Primordial Spirit.

"Dao Brother, please have mercy." Wei Qingsong hurriedly shouted.

At this moment, his eyes were full of terror, although he had long witnessed Zhang Fan’s techniques, the close range experience of Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit power intensified the fear.

White Bone Divine Descent Skill’s method was swallowed whole before Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

It must be noted, an ordinary Primordial Spirit, even contaminated with a trace of that Bone Qi, would have its cultivation regressed, True Yang scattered, weaker ones’ Primordial Spirits being shattered.

"You... who exactly are you?"

Luo Baizhang’s Primordial Spirit trembled in Zhang Fan’s hand, arrogance gone, perplexed why someone with such cultivation would submit to be a mere employee at Night is not bright!?

"Dao... Dao Brother, please calm down... Senior Brother Luo didn’t intend any offense to you, I apologize on his behalf."

Wei Qingsong hurried forward, gazing nervously at Luo Baizhang in Zhang Fan’s grasp.

"No need for apologies, I only want to know my friend’s whereabouts now."

Zhang Fan spoke coldly, a distant gaze cast towards Luo Baizhang’s Primordial Spirit.

"I’ll ask you again, do you know?"

"I don’t know." Luo Baizhang gritted his teeth.

"Good, hope you are consistent inside and out."

With the words falling, Zhang Fan pointed, his Primordial Spirit surged up, naturally entering Luo Baizhang’s Primordial Spirit.

"This... it’s..."

"Grand Sect Law, Appearance and Spirit Divergence!?"

Wei Qingsong’s eyes widened, hardly able to believe.

Boom...

At this very moment, within Luo Baizhang’s Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery, luminescence spread, skeletal remains scattered about, withered wood hanging with incomplete skulls, resembling lanterns with candle fire.

Each person’s Primordial Spirit is unique, realms differ, cultivation techniques differ, experiences differ... Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery is also different.

Like Zhang Fan, his Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery is the most terrifying, the Tribulation of a Cultivator, Great Night.

"Junior Sister, this cup of Autumn Intoxication is what I stole from Master, taste it."

"Senior Brother, you’re really good to me."

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit walked within the inner scenery, seeing a segment of Luo Baizhang’s past.

The strength of Appearance and Spirit Divergence lies in that once invading the other’s Primordial Spirit, one’s secrets are revealed as easily as flipping a book, every past moment presented clearly.

"Senior Brother, my body feels hot, what... what did you do?"

"Junior Sister, sooner or later you will be mine, why not collaborate in profound cultivation early, once I reach the Technique Apprentice level, I will qualify to be stationed out."

"You’re shameless... what are you doing? Get out... wait a moment, wait a moment... where’s my husband?"

The faint night light under the yellowish lamp, two shadows entwined like great snakes, outside, it was interspersed with rain, thunder, and lightning.

Zhang Fan examined closely, seemingly there, but found no clues.

This was a memory of Luo Baizhang in his twenties, naturally unrelated to Jiang Lai.

Buzz...

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit wandered in the Inner Scenery, light and shadow transitioned faster, finally glimpsing Jiang Lai’s image...

This should be a recent segment of memory, Jiang Lai escorted the Bone Pill to Lao Mountain Daoist School and left after establishing connections.

This memory held nothing special.

Zhang Fan advanced again, suddenly a familiar voice emerged from the shifting light and shadow.

He immediately froze, seeing Luo Baizhang receive a phone call after sending off Jiang Lai, pacing back and forth in his office, seemingly waiting...

A figure soon entered his office, presumably a woman, tall build, dressed in black stockings, high heels, wearing a sun hat, exuding a seductive allure.

The moment she entered, Luo Baizhang stepped forward to greet her, displaying utmost respect.

"Jiang Lai, surprisingly that girl came to Qilu City, her participation in thwarting me at Taoyuan Square..."

Right then, that seductive woman emitted a magnetic manly deep voice, slowly removing her sun hat, revealing her true appearance.

"Hai Pig, Wang Tao!"

Zhang Fan’s expression changed slightly, eyes turning sharp.

"How bold of you, to dare collude with the Thirteen Zodiacs!"

Boom...

In the office, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit Returned to the Acupoint, coldly gazing at Luo Baizhang, the latter raving like madness, hands flailing, shouting: "Hai Pig... it was Hai Pig that made me do it, I’ll tell you everything..."

"Senior Brother, you..."

Upon hearing, Wei Qingsong’s brow twitched, incredulously glancing at Luo Baizhang, discerning an extraordinary secret from these mere words.

His Senior Brother, dignified Lao Mountain Daoist School’s master, secretly colluded with the Demons of Thirteen Zodiacs!?

"Appearance and Spirit Divergence... truly Appearance and Spirit Divergence!!"

At this moment, Wei Qingsong’s complexion was grave, subconsciously glanced at Zhang Fan, his methods causing deeper astonishment.

White Crane Temple’s Grand Sect Law, Appearance and Spirit Divergence, once mastered, can invade another’s Primordial Spirit and do whatever one pleases.

He had never anticipated that this self-proclaimed Night is not bright employee not only possessed an introduction letter from the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, but also a background of White Crane Temple.

"What is his origin!? So young, yet possessing the authentic magic of White Crane Temple..." Wei Qingsong’s thoughts raced.

Himself from Lao Mountain, mingling for years in the East Mountain Province Daoist Alliance, knew enough about matters above.

White Crane Temple itself is one of Daoist Alliance’s standing members, skilled masters emerge regularly, with instances of them being dispatched to various provincial Daoist Alliances for training, these people often possess extraordinary talent, heavily anticipated, thus their backgrounds, resumes, even names are new, starting from grassroots...

But at this age, with such cultivation, prowess terrifying to such an extent, few in number...

At that moment, a name surfaced in Wei Qingsong’s mind, a name unknown to the outside world, secretly nurtured by White Crane Temple, regarded as a successor...

"Li Changgeng!?"

Wei Qingsong’s eyes flickered wildly, gazing at Zhang Fan, a bold speculation rising in his heart.