Chapter 447: Chapter 227: Probing the Three Corpses Daoist’s Memory Again! The Strongest Human Xiao in History

The next day, Zhang Fan suggested to Wen He that they should take a long vacation and have Night is not bright stopped for two days.

Especially Old Yu, he could no longer stay in Yujing City.

After all, Xu Qinglai from Qingcheng Mountain and Lanting Bamboo came here for him, and now that he is dead, it’s likely that the investigation will point to Old Yu.

For this reason, Old Yu had no objections.

He hadn’t expected that a disciple of Qingcheng Mountain would die in Yujing City.

Although Zhang Fan assured him vehemently that he had nothing to do with it, Old Yu’s gaze was filled with an indescribable gratitude, as if there was no way to repay him, even in his next life.

About this, Old Yu said nothing, as a simple thank you would seem insincere.

Old Yu left, and Bai Buran had bought a fish pond near Maoshan years ago, which wasn’t too far from Yujing City. It was specifically left for Old Yu to shelter in case of trouble.

Now, it was put to good use.

As for Jiang Hu, he was in Maoshan and didn’t have to return just yet. He could still look out for Old Yu.

Wen He and Jiang Lai remained in Yujing as their involvement was minimal, so it wasn’t a big deal.

"A disciple of Qingcheng Mountain died, and that’s one thing, but Meng Qinghuan was no ordinary person. I’ve heard that Shangjing City has already sent a work group, and they should arrive in a day or two."

That day, Zhang Fan received a call from Fang Changle, who informed him of the latest news.

Meng Qinghuan’s death was like a boulder dropped into a lake, setting off huge waves.

Zhang Fan knew that the current calmness foreshadowed a coming storm.

The upcoming days were destined to be tumultuous for Yujing City.

"I have to go into seclusion."

On that day, Zhang Fan stayed home, locking himself in his room.

He took out the Golden Radiance Treasure Box and meditated on it for a while.

This was his hope for Divine Fusion; back in the day, the Three Corpses Daoist relied on this box to successfully achieve Divine Fusion and eventually mastered the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate.

However, the Golden Radiance Treasure Box was too formidable, and even Zhao Jie Xuan back then could not fathom its mysteries.

Ever since obtaining this treasure, Zhang Fan had devoted considerable effort, yet still made no progress.

"I must delve into the memories of the Three Corpses Daoist."

Zhang Fan pondered, taking out a piece of parchment from the drawer, blowing a breath of True Yang into it, transforming it into a human figure, revealing Zhang Beijiang.

After the Yin Mountain Xiong Family repaired it, they sent it back.

Zhang Fan preferred using Zhang Beijiang for guardianship while in seclusion. Firstly, its strength was sufficient, not even most High Skills were its match, and secondly, it was earnestly loyal, without self-awareness.

"Let’s begin."

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged in meditation, his Primordial Spirit entering the depths of his Inner Scenery.

The endless dark sky and the long, dreary night were accompanied by the sound of heavy chains clashing, coming from the depths of his Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery.

"Here it comes again."

In the darkness, a colossal figure moved slowly, intensifying the clashing of heavy chains.

"Come."

Zhang Fan held his breath and focused, exploring the memories of the Three Corpses Daoist as if it were an adventure, where his Primordial Spirit constantly faced the risk of perishing in the river of time.

Nonetheless, it was also a form of tempering for his Primordial Spirit, akin to honing a sword.

Each time he endured, his brilliance sharpened further.

Crash...

In the black night, the enormous figure abruptly dissolved, like a dam burst, transforming into a surging torrent, rushing forth.

Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit soared, launching into the surging tide, watching endless streams of light flicker, roiling around him.

His Primordial Spirit casually grabbed a stream of light, easily crushing it, forming a vortex that engulfed the turbulent time, drawing it in.

In an instant, a segment of the Three Corpses Daoist’s memory unfurled before Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit!!

...

The vast starry night, with the Great Moon as constant.

The great river flowed like gold, with scarlet blood freely flowing, soaking the moon’s reflection within the waves.

Bodies lay sprawled across the desolate outskirts, subject to the cold wind’s indulgence and the free fall of heavy snow.

In the moonlight, a young man in plain clothes, barefoot, trod on the snow, glanced coldly at the bodies strewn across the place, and sat aside without a word.

Nearby, a Little Daoist Child was heaving heavily, his breath forming a white mist in the air spreading slowly.

His Daoist Robe was stained with blood, but whose it was, no one knew.

At that moment, the Little Daoist Child staggered, collapsing onto the ground.

"Heh heh, they’re all dead..."

Just then, a large black dog, having checked all the bodies, stuck out its tongue and grinned.

Its eyes glimmered, and it looked at the Little Daoist Child, squinting as it said, "Little Mute, your Golden Light Curse is well-refined, killing is as simple as drinking water, you must kill often."

"Shut your dog mouth, it’s the first time Daoist killed someone..." the Little Daoist Child spat. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"And, my great name is Chu Chaoran, if you bark again, I’ll skin you to make a hat."

The Little Daoist Child threatened viciously.

"With such skill on the first kill, you’re a natural born killer." the large black dog praised.

In the wind and snow, one person, one dog, and one Daoist Child.

The scene seemed to continue from the memory Zhang Fan had glimpsed before, the young Three Corpses Daoist and the youthful Chu Chaoran’s first encounter, where the latter was captured by the former, accompanied by the large black dog, traversing most of Hua Country, living and eating together, as they neared the territory of Yujing City.

Previously, during the young Three Corpses Daoist’s practice, he suddenly faced a mishap, and the young Chu Chaoran, enduring all the way, seized this rare opportunity to revolt.

But now it seemed that his uprising had failed, and he was still suppressed. This one person, one dog, and one Daoist Child continued their journey, not knowing whom they had encountered, leading to a violent battle, with the river stained in blood.