Starting Cultivation During a Trip-Chapter 38: Taiyin Forms Evil, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit 2.0

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Taiyin Forms Evil, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit 2.0

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, seemingly ready to rain at any moment.

Twelve-year-old Zhang Fan sat alone, curled up in the corner of the school corridor, staring blankly at the sky. His gloomy face matched the weather, and all that could be seen in his eyes was numbness.

"The new student who just transferred is named Zhang Fan. I heard his mom just died in a car accident."

"A child without a mom is like a weed; no wonder he doesn’t talk all day."

"I always feel like he’s strange... Better stay away from him. My dad says people who’ve been in accidents change drastically and can be dangerous."

From the distant classroom, several classmates of similar age peeked out, looking at the corner where the newly transferred intruder sat.

The sounds of their discussions flowed into Zhang Fan’s ears without obstruction, yet he seemed not to hear them, his numb eyes showing no ripples.

At that moment, a shadow loomed over, blocking Zhang Fan’s view. He focused and saw a boy of about the same age standing before him, wearing a gentle smile.

Zhang Fan turned his head away, as if he hadn’t seen him.

"I heard your mom just died?" the boy spoke softly.

That sentence seemed to touch Zhang Fan’s most sensitive nerve. A deep anger and sadness surged through his once-numb eyes.

"Really lucky..."

The next sentence from the boy made Zhang Fan clench his fists, but before he could react, the boy spoke again.

"My mom ran away with someone else... She left when I was very young... Later, she even came back with an uncle... Made my dad die from anger..."

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan was stunned; he turned to look at the boy in front of him. The latter had a face full of smiles, as if talking about someone else’s family.

"But my stepmother is quite nice; she raised me..." The boy spoke on his own.

"They all have parents..."

The boy turned, looking at the classmates still discussing in the classroom.

"You still have a dad..."

"Hey, guess what I have?"

Looking at the boy’s smile, like a mask, Zhang Fan suddenly fell into silence, not knowing what to say.

"I’m Zhang Fan, from class three..."

After a moment, Zhang Fan finally spoke, perhaps finding a bit of resonance in the peer before him.

"I’m Li Yishan!" The boy spoke softly.

The two sat side by side in the corridor, gradually becoming familiar with each other.

At that moment, the bell for class rang.

"Zhang Fan... Zhang Fan..."

An urgent call came from afar. Zhang Fan looked up and saw a stern-faced middle-aged woman standing in the corridor, beckoning to him.

Seeing this, Zhang Fan quickly stood and ran over.

"You are...?"

"You’ve been in school for a week, and you still don’t recognize your homeroom teacher?" the middle-aged woman said in a deep voice, "If you keep this up, I’ll have to talk to your father..."

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman’s eyelids lifted slightly: "Didn’t you hear the class bell? What were you doing over there?"

"I was talking to Li Yishan..." Zhang Fan said, head lowered.

"What Li Yishan? I only saw you talking to yourself over there..." The middle-aged woman frowned.

Zhang Fan suddenly turned around, finding the corridor empty, devoid of other human shapes.

Whew...

In the room, Zhang Fan was deep in sleep, his breathing began to quicken, with soft moonlight spilling over his body through the window.

At this moment, on the rooftop, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit sat poised, surrounded by flickering halos like mist or electricity. Dense Yin Qi rushed in from all directions, condensing above his head, swiftly forming thick clouds that spread across the sky, blocking the bright moon.

Immediately, a "rumble" could be heard from deep within the sky, even the surrounding temperature began to drop.

...

"The weather’s changing!?" 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Imperial Domain Dao, He Family Manor.

He Tailan stood by the window, gazing at the sky, his eyes cast far into the distance.

To ordinary people, tonight’s sky held nothing special, but to this helmsman of the He family, he saw much...

In a corner of Yujing City, Yin Qi gathered, the sky transformed, such meteorological change caught his attention.

"Yin and Yang are the workings of heaven and earth, Ghost Gods are the good forces of the two Qi... If meteorological change occurs, it must be Yin Yang spinning!"

At this moment, a raspy voice echoed from behind a sheer curtain, within the incense-laden air, the fox silhouette seated like an old monk was faintly visible.

"Someone is employing a sky-shaking technique, surprisingly reversing Yin and Yang with this path!?"

He Tailan heard this, eyebrows raised, eyes narrowing to a line, gazing at the distant sky.

Meanwhile, within He Fei’s room.

The chilly mountain wind blew in from the window, flickering a dim candle flame.

"Do you feel it? Yujing City’s Yin Yang has become unbalanced, Yin Qi is surging..."

A deep, slightly magnetic voice emanated from a corner, carrying a hint of intrigue.

"Someone is using a Yin Collection and Refining Technique!?" He Fei frowned, showing a look of doubt.

"Who has such boldness?"

"This person must be either a madman or a fool... Daring to make such a scene in Yujing City, employing Yin Collection and Refining Technique!?" The deep, magnetic voice rang out again.

"The Maoshan Daoists aren’t blind!"

Yujing City is the center of Jiangnan Province, while Maoshan, one of the Ten Great Daoist Sects, is located in Jiangnan Province.

"Who would cause such a commotion?" He Fei asked in confusion.

"Pure Yang is an Immortal Skill, rarely Taiyin is passed on in the world..." The deep, magnetic voice echoed again.

"Yin Collection and Refining, rare in the world, in Yujing City only Yin Mountain Sect!"

"Yin Mountain Sect!? They’ve really got the nerve." He Fei looked enlightened.

Making such a big commotion, it seems only the skills of the Yin Mountain lineage could do it.

"Just watch if it escalates, the Maoshan Daoists will come down the mountain." The deep, magnetic voice echoed within the cold room, the flickering candlelight reflected in the icy pupils, a glint flashing through.

"Maoshan!!!"

...

Yujing City, near the cemetery.

Gu Yuming’s brows furrowed as if forming a "川" character. Where he stood had turned to scorched earth, the ground seemingly ablaze, yet no Yin Qi spontaneously emerged.

"Ghosts? Truly ghosts!?" Gu Yuming murmured softly, his face full of incredulity.

"Master, are there really ghosts?" Xiong Ba was startled, seeing Gu Yuming’s expression, and quickly hid behind him, tugging at his clothes.

"Shut up!" Gu Yuming roared, ready to reprimand this shame of the Yin Mountain Sect.

At that moment, the distant night sky rumbled, Gu Yuming looked up to see the gathering clouds, black as the heavens.

"This is..."

"Taiyin Forms Evil, turning malice into skill!?"

Gu Yuming’s pupils quickly contracted, his aged face trembling, he shouted and slapped his forehead, his Primordial Spirit emerged, flying swiftly towards the direction of the gathering clouds.