Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 303 - 171: Daluo Treasure Hall, Thirteen Zodiacs! Three Corpses Daoist Monarch

Dragon and Tiger Seal, Mighty Spirit Demon Suppression.

The Golden Seal shone with ferocious might, smashing down on the back of the head of the corpse-like shadow as if it were a brick.

Roar...

The corpse-like shadow let out a shrill howl, the golden light glimmered like flame patterns, branding itself onto the skin...

In an instant, the patterns spread across like tendons, connecting the head, limbs, throat, heart, Dantian, tailbone, and nine other Talisman spots.

Buzz...

The nine mixed black Talismans writhed and were instantly dyed a crimson gold color. The invincible corpse-like shadow suddenly deflated like a punctured balloon, its form stalling, gradually shriveling, and ultimately reverting to a mere piece of skin, sprawled lifeless on the ground.

The dim and quiet hall regained its silence, like a pool of dead water.

Zhang Fan's other Primordial Spirit also returned to his body acupoints. He exhaled a long breath, resembling a white line dispersing through the air.

The battle just now happened in a flash, but the danger within and the enormous expenditure were unimaginable. In just a minute, his clothes were soaked with sweat, and the high temperature evaporated the sweat, turning it into mist that rose from his head.

"Did I...did I just see things?"

Liu Xingtui, out of instinct, raised his hand and pinched Liu Xingyu hard until the latter let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, which brought him back to his senses.

"Brother, did his Primordial Spirit just...crack..."

"Don't talk...don't talk, I'm begging you...I'm begging you..."

Liu Xingtui clutched Liu Xingyu's hand tightly, looking at Zhang Fan with eyes filled with awe.

If Zhang Fan's previous display of various skills left him admiring, wanting to follow from the depths of his heart, then now, all he felt was fear, deep fear...

Some things, some people were beyond his grasp, and once touched upon such realms, there was no turning back, only one path forward into darkness.

At this moment, he wished that he and his brother were blind, deaf, and mute.

"This thing is really damn handy."

Zhang Fan looked at the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal in his hand, utterly enamored, without exaggeration, this was the best birthday gift he had ever received in his life.

Zhang Fan held the Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal, carefully putting it away, his gaze fell upon the piece of skin on the ground emitting a black glow, with a crimson gold Great Seal imprinted on the back of its head.

"Nine Refinements of Living Corpses... Sect Leader's methods indeed are formidable." Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed into a line.

This piece of skin was formidable; had he not caught it off guard, it would have been challenging to subdue this monster. Had it been a regular High Skill, there was a nine in ten chance they'd be lying here now.

"Brother Fan, you really got a treasure."

At this moment, Liu Xingtui walked over, his gaze burning, staring at the piece of skin on the ground.

"Treasure? You mean this thing?"

Zhang Fan's heart skipped a beat as he picked up the shriveled piece of skin from the ground, feeling its chilliness in his hands.

"A treasure created from the Nine Refinements of Living Corpses." Liu Xingtui couldn't help but say: "This thing is much more formidable than an ordinary High Skill, it can at least serve as a Guardian."

The monster incarnated from the corpse skin could withstand the Liu Brothers' dual True Flames, with defense astonishingly high. Besides, this piece of skin likely originated from Dragon Tiger Mountain and possessed the techniques of the Daoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain, so there was no need to speak of its power.

"Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family..."

In the history of the Daoist Sect, the nine incidents of Breaking Mountains and Attacking Temples were nearly all led by the Dragon Tiger Mountain Zhang Family, slaughtering Wuwei Demons, their enmity was as deep as the sea, a blood feud that would not rest without death.

Seeing the skin of a Zhang Family member from Dragon Tiger Mountain in the Daoist Temple left by the Three Corpses Daoist was not surprising.

"Let me try."

Zhang Fan held the piece of skin, urging True Yang, and blew a breath onto it. The breath filled with intense True Yang entered the skin, making it inflate like a balloon doll quickly.

Buzz...

Soon after, the corpse skin shadow transformed back into the desiccated state, its eyes opened, glowing with crimson gold light, the nine Talismans wriggled, and streams of gray-black qi spread through the body like tendons, connecting the limbs and trickling across the body.

A ferocious and terrifying aura surged again, startling the Liu Brothers, whose faces turned pale, compelled to step back instinctively.

"What a treasure."

Zhang Fan's eyes lit up immediately, he could sense his True Yang burning like a fire inside the corpse skin shadow, creating a subtle connection with his Primordial Spirit.

"A Guardian far surpassing an ordinary High Skill." Liu Xingtui stood ten steps away, whispering softly.

An ordinary Cultivator being able to Embrace Unity and Enter Silence, with the Primordial Spirit activated, was a rarity. Most might spend their lives stuck at the Qi Worker level, endlessly toiling, achieving nothing.

High Skill, even among the Ten Great Taoist Sects and famed mountains, was considered a pillar of strength. If it were in the Red Dust Family, it meant the rise or fall of a clan.

The Chuma He Family and the Talismanic Shen Family that Zhang Fan encountered earlier both lacked High Skill tier presences.

Even the Yin Mountain Xiong Family, despite painstakingly expending countless resources and wealth for family legacy, barely managed to nurture a Ghost General, comparable to High Skill in strength, yet still got crushed by Xiong Sanqi.

Therefore, having a High Skill level combatant, especially one serving as a Guardian, passed down through generations, how valuable was that?

With this piece of skin taken out, even if it meant the Xiong Family offering half of their fortune in exchange, they would do so willingly and gratefully.