Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 37: Burial Ground Scorched Earth, Yin Mountain Sect

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Burial Ground Scorched Earth, Yin Mountain Sect

Dusk, the setting sun was like blood.

Zhang Fan sat in the back seat of the Five Spirits Rainbow Light, watching the high-rise buildings continually receding outside the car window, and recollections of the records about the Northern Emperor Technique in the Dao Secret Record surfaced in his mind.

The Northern Emperor Technique originated in the Han Dynasty and was perfected in the Two Jin Dynasties, deriving from the beliefs absorbed from the North Star of the Emperor.

The creator of this technique was the renowned Tang Dynasty Daoist, Deng Ziyang.

It is rumored that this person had profound cultivation, not only comprehending the Pure Yang Wuji Realm but also surpassing the Three-Five Transformation to become an Earthly Immortal, achieving Ascension in the Daylight.

"Northern Emperor Ghost Killing Technique!?" Zhang Fan murmured softly, unable to resist looking at Jiang Hu, who was driving.

"Did you fail to master this magic?"

"I didn’t master it!" Jiang Hu shook his head, not attempting to hide the truth.

"The Daoist Skill from the Beidie Sect isn’t easy to practice, and there are too many rules."

The main techniques of the Beidie Sect are the Celestial Pig Technique and the Fengdu Technique; once cultivated, one must strictly adhere to the North Emperor’s Black Law, reputed to be the most stringent prohibition of the Daoist Sects.

For instance, anyone practicing the Northern Emperor Technique must not face north when using the restroom; violators lose three years of life, repeat violators lose six years, and after death, descend into the knife hill hell of Fengdu.

Moreover, those practicing the Celestial Pig Technique must insult and degrade outsiders of other Dharma lineages.

"This lineage is too fierce and ruthless, and the rules are immense, as if apart from them, no other external Dharma lineages count for anything."

Jiang Hu curled his lips. The Northern Emperor Ghost Killing Technique he gained by chance belonged to the Celestial Pig Technique.

This technique is ferocious and brutal, and most importantly, extremely difficult to cultivate.

For this very reason, Zhang Fan couldn’t help but want to witness it.

"Where are we headed now?"

"Suburban cemetery!"

A moment later, as the sun set, Jiang Hu drove to Taiping Courtyard, the largest cemetery on the west suburb of Yujing City.

"A plot here starts at two hundred thousand."

Jiang Hu got out of the car and gazed at the densely packed tombstones under the sparse starlight, stretching endlessly like dominos.

"Two hundred thousand... to start?" Zhang Fan’s eyes widened.

"This is even more expensive than housing prices."

The average house price in Yujing City is about thirty thousand per square meter. A grave plot about one square meter is priced at two hundred thousand?

"The location is good, close to the subway, convenient for visiting graves, plus it’s a famous school district cemetery." Jiang Hu casually remarked.

"What is that? A school district cemetery? I’ve never heard of this before. Can ghosts go to school?" Zhang Fan said with a strange expression.

"See that?"

Jiang Hu pointed to a distant mountain: "That’s the famous Fengming Temple. Being buried here, one can listen to the Buddhist chants day and night, achieving reincarnation sooner, decades earlier than ghosts buried elsewhere."

"Even ghosts are this competitive nowadays?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but comment.

"The Northern Emperor Ghost Killing Technique is a method of refining Yin into Evil, subduing all demons and malevolent forces, savagely fierce!"

At this moment, Jiang Hu’s voice pulled Zhang Fan’s thoughts back.

Daoist cultivation aims to refine away the Yin scum with the Primordial Spirit, achieving Infinite Pure Yang.

Therefore, apart from the few Dharma lineages with the Yin Collection and Refining Skill, most Daoists avoid this kind of Profound Yin Qi.

However, the Northern Emperor Ghost Killing Technique requires absorbing Yin Qi from all directions, turning it into evil with skill, and using ferocity to suppress evil.

"This technique operates on the Primordial Spirit, steers the True Yang, absorbs the Yin Qi, and essentially holds the mystery of the Yin-Yang operation..." Jiang Hu explained in detail to Zhang Fan.

In practicing magic, the Primordial Spirit serves as the core, the flesh as the carrier, and True Yang as the energy source.

All magic must be operated through the Primordial Spirit, driven by True Yang, and manifested through the flesh to exhibit various miraculous capabilities.

Therefore, the earliest of the Nine Major Ranks is the Qi Worker, which involves accumulating True Yang and conditioning the flesh.

Some techniques require sufficient True Yang, yet if the flesh cannot bear it, it’s impossible.

For example, the Northern Emperor Ghost Killing Technique requires absorbing Yin Qi into the body. Most people attempting this would fall seriously ill, and those with weak constitutions might end up needing a cemetery plot.

"With the Primordial Spirit being so mysterious, why can’t we use the Primordial Spirit directly for refining?" Zhang Fan couldn’t resist asking.

"Absolutely not." Jiang Hu raised an eyebrow and looked deeply into Zhang Fan’s eyes.

"Primordial Spirit Battle is extremely perilous, just like reckless motorcycle racing; a slight misstep could lead to decapitation."

"Don’t entertain such a reckless thought."

In Daoist magical combat, unless truly life-and-death, the Primordial Spirit does not emerge for a battle to the death.

"I will now secretly transmit this technique; listen carefully..." Jiang Hu whispered, "It doesn’t matter if you can’t learn it, consider it an experience."

Jiang Hu had a good mindset; after all, despite having sought out many people over the years, he hadn’t been able to pass the technique on.

"Alright."

Zhang Fan originally just came to have a look.

Jiang Hu nodded slightly and imparted the mantra and acupoints of the , the Gangdou Curse, and the method of employing Ghost Gods one by one.

"Sure enough, it’s profound and complex, definitely challenging."

Zhang Fan absorbed a bit and couldn’t help but exclaim.

"Though the technique is intricate, the most crucial step is ..."

At this point, Jiang Hu took out a utility knife from his backpack and unexpectedly slashed his palm, with bright red blood dripping onto the ground.

"What are you doing?"

"To test if you are suitable for absorbing Yin Qi, and how much you can absorb."

Jiang Hu explained: "You can activate your Primordial Spirit and see."

Zhang Fan embraced unity and guarded silence, his consciousness returned to quietude, and activated his Primordial Spirit, indeed seeing the soil where Jiang Hu’s blood dripped appear to ignite, turning charred black, with faint light spreading around, instantly covering a hundred-meter area, wisps of black smoke emerged from underground.

"This is a public cemetery, also close to Fengming Temple, the Yin Qi isn’t that strong, but with my Primordial Spirit and True Yang, I can probably extract Yin Qi from a thousand-meter range."

Just from the initial stage of , Jiang Hu’s cultivation in this technique posed no issues, but the succeeding steps became increasingly challenging.

"You try."

Saying this, Jiang Hu handed the utility knife to Zhang Fan, who hesitantly took it, gritted his teeth, and cut a line on his palm.

Bright red blood slowly dripped, seeping into the soil.

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sec.

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Five minutes passed, yet even with the Primordial Spirit inspecting, the blood-stained ground showed no reaction.

"Does this mean I failed?" Zhang Fan couldn’t help but ask.

"I’m afraid so." Jiang Hu smiled wryly: "Seems you have no fate with this technique."

"That’s okay, just gained more insight." Zhang Fan accepted it with ease.

"Let’s head back."

Seeing that it was getting late, Jiang Hu signaled Zhang Fan, activated the Five Spirits Rainbow Light, and sent him back.

...

The night was deep.

Eleven o’clock, precisely midnight as the ancients said, also the time of heaviest Yin Qi in the day.

A flamboyant pink Lamborghini slowly stopped in front of the cemetery, its headlights glaring, bringing a bit of vitality to the pitch-black, eerie graveyard.

"Master, what are we doing in such a place in the middle of the night? I’m... I’m scared..."

At this moment, a young man followed an old man with white hair and beard out of the car, the former nervously looking around, his eyes filled with fear and caution.

"Useless thing, you’re a Daoist, scared of ghosts for what?" The white-haired old man cursed.

"I’m just scared of ghosts!" The young man said timidly.

"Don’t go out claiming you’re a disciple of our Yin Mountain Sect... Truly disgraceful." Gu Yuming was furious, looking at his cowardly disciple.

The Yin Mountain Sect, notorious and feared, revered the Yin Mountain Ancestor, considered extremely mysterious within the Daoist sects, has practiced Yin collection refining longevity since ancient times, considering Yin qi relics that others avoid as treasures.

Thus, in the eyes of other Daoist sects, the Yin Mountain Sect is extremely mysterious and bizarre.

"Master, I’m still scared, could there be ghosts?" Xiong Ba asked tremblingly, hiding behind Gu Yuming.

"Look at whether my resentment now compares to that of ghosts?" Gu Yuming looked at his treasured disciple frustrated enough to want to strangle him.

"Today is the first time Master is taking you to collect Yin Qi, watch and learn."

Saying this, Gu Yuming no longer cared about his precious disciple, he pinched a seal, just about to perform the technique when his expression suddenly changed.

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"Strange, why can’t I feel a bit of Yin Qi?"

"Master, what’s wrong? Did you see a ghost?" Xiong Ba asked nervously.

"Shut up!"

Gu Yuming pointed his finger to his brow, activated the Primordial Spirit, and the scene before his eyes instantly changed.

"This... is..."

Blazing flames mirrored the sky, as if ghostly cries startled the earth, where they stood was a charred black patch, eyes saw desolation all around.

"Ten-mile burial ground, all turned to scorched earth!?"

Gu Yuming’s expression changed dramatically, a heavy look flooded his murky eyes.