Chapter 88: Divine General

First, the young master's foundation is solid; second, the three ordeals he has chosen are extraordinary—such calamities are beyond what ordinary fortune‑telling cultivators can survive, so naturally some guidance is needed, or else there is hope.

Hearing this, Zhang Jian nodded to himself.

What kind of existence is the Phoenix Spirit Ghost King? Even the Yin God Elder has to give it a wide berth.

For someone at Foundation Establishment to run into the enemy's lair, seek adventure, and even try to convert them—no matter how you look at it, it's a bit absurd.

Were it not for the three borrowed arts granted by the Slay Demon True Lord, he wouldn't even dare to approach.

Giving some pointers is indeed necessary.

Bai Xianyin then said.

"Our Divine Mountain Dao Tradition isn't like those other sects that only care about rules and disregard disciples' lives!"

"Oh? It seems I'm still extremely fortunate!"

Zhang Jian burst out laughing upon hearing that.

The young girl also smiled, her face blooming like a flower.

But still, the Dao.

"However, how well we can survive these ordeals, Yin'er can only do so much; it still depends on the young master's quick decision!"

Zhang Jian nodded.

The two sped along and soon left Fengxi County.

On both sides of the official road,

Along the way, vast stretches of fertile fields lay; beside the river, waterwheels continuously drew water to irrigate the fields.

At this time the harvest season had passed; many peasants were soaking fertilizer or planting a few green vegetables.

Those green vegetables grew vigorously; upon seeing them, Zhang Jian couldn't help but leap from his horse to feel the joy of burgeoning life.

He saw many old farmers acquire a faint rosy glow in this autumn, and the change made Zhang Jian's thoughts grow even purer.

Bai Xianyin's figure hid within the spiritual aura; she watched this scene, her eyes somewhat puzzled, yet she curiously looked around.

Her heart felt a bit strange.

"The master has mentioned several times that this young master's path differs from the ordinary; he is destined not to focus his efforts within the Divine Mountain Dao Tradition, but rather his cultivation may lie in the mundane world—perhaps this is the young master's special trait."

Although Bai Xianyin is very young and her spiritual sense is tender, she possesses her own wisdom.

Since the Slay Demon True Lord had her follow Zhang Jian, she earnestly observed this future young master.

Her true form is exceptionally special; upon careful observation, she continually discovers things.

Zhang Jian quickly gathered his thoughts, tightened his grip on the Dragon Chant Sword, and headed toward Fengchao Mountain.

Upon reaching the foot of Fengchao Mountain, Bai Xianyin took out a purple talisman from her hand and gave it to Zhang Jian.

"Young master, this talisman has been altered to conceal aura; it can mask our presence so the Ghost King won't detect us prematurely!"

Zhang Jian nodded upon hearing that, knowing the Phoenix Spirit Ghost King also had another identity.

The Mountain God of Fengchao Mountain.

Without a marvelous means of concealment, marching straight up would surely alert the opponent.

Within the Shuangfeng Mountain Range, Zhang Jian's figure seemed to merge with the omnipresent wind in the void.

Having mastered the Wind Walking Technique to the point where mind follows law, his form skimmed the air, as if flying swiftly at low altitude without any external aid.

His speed was extremely fast.

But Zhang Jian sensed that he could still go a bit faster.

However, the Wind Walking Technique is ultimately just a minor spell.

It still has its limitations.

Yet Zhang Jian felt no shortage of breath; although its ceiling is low, if used well it can still produce many variations.

His figure darted swiftly through the woods, as if wings had grown on him, his speed extremely fast.

Following his understanding of wind's essence, his form became like a gentle breeze sweeping over hills, and his speed kept increasing.

Bai Xianyin's true form is special; her speed wandering the heavenly and earthly spiritual aura is also extremely fast. Seeing this, she was greatly astonished. She could tell that Zhang Jian had only practiced the Wind and Thunder Technique appended to the 'Tong Mountain Pure Nine Chapters,' had not learned any other profound arts, yet his mastery of the Wind Walking Technique had reached such a level, resembling those cultivators born with wind‑spirit bodies.

She couldn't help but say.

"Young master, your Wind Walking Technique is excellently trained; you could later choose the Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder Technique from within the Divine Mountain Dao Tradition as an auxiliary method. With your talent, you will certainly be able to master several powerful wind‑walking arts!"

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"Is the Nine Heavens Wind and Thunder Technique really suitable for me?"

Zhang Jian heard this, his pace unabated, and he asked.

He knew that the Eternal Life Great Dao Tradition normally has a primary method, which is the fundamental law.

Next come various divine abilities and techniques.

Cultivators choose a direction in which their spiritual roots are strong to pursue their practice, which is greatly beneficial in combat.

But to speak frankly, Zhang Jian deep down feels his spiritual roots should lean more toward lightning and fire, whereas a wind spiritual root is not particularly outstanding.

Nevertheless, Zhang Jian is still very interested in the technique the little girl mentioned.

At the same time he hoped to learn from Bai Xianyin some news about the Divine Mountain Dao Tradition's inheritance, which might help him avoid detours when selecting his fundamental law and auxiliary methods in the future.

But in an instant, Zhang Jian's gaze shifted, and he looked down.

Under his feet, a grove of locust trees had appeared at some point.

Bai Xianyin saw this and warned: "Young master, one of the phoenix nests in the Two Phoenixes Arrive in Auspicious Omen geomantic layout is not far from here; the natural treasure lies within, but this area has been corroded by the resentment on Fengchao Mountain, and many locust ghosts lurk below—you should still clear them out to avoid trouble."

As her words fell, however, many black mists began to surge and circulate in the forest.

His gaze swept over the suddenly emerging eerie, gloomy aura beneath his feet; Zhang Jian's eyes shifted slightly, his Dragon Chant Sword blazed forth, and his Yang Extreme Power erupted—instantly, a vast expanse of yin spirits dissolved under the fierce sword light.

Under his long sword, those newly emerged yin spirits and evil souls were as easily split as paper.

It wasn't that these long‑standing resentful ghosts were weak; rather, Zhang Jian's swordsmanship, together with his Yang Extreme Power, restrained the forest's yin ghosts on all fronts, and the combined conditions naturally produced a remarkable effect.

Seeing Zhang Jian cut down these fierce ghosts as easily as chopping vegetables and slicing melons, Bai Xianyin was not surprised at all; merely her gaze fell on the Dragon Chant Sword in Zhang Jian's hand, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

The Dragon Chant Sword's material, in her view, was not particularly outstanding, but the spiritual essence it contained was quite dazzling before her, who shared the same origin.

Her heart stirred slightly, but she still swallowed the words that had risen to her lips.

However, as the lurking ghosts that had poked their heads out from the Locust Tree Grove were cleanly slain, the thick fog that had permeated the mountains and forests began to slowly dissipate.

Within, a completely different scene came into view.

Ancient Wood Wolf Forest, towering trees reaching the heavens.

"How noisy!"

Gazing at this forest, Bai Xianyin's face instead showed a look of worry.

Not only her, but Zhang Jian also heard the countless 'yi yi ya ya' sounds coming from the forest.

Moreover, a heavy divine power began to sweep in from all directions.

A fishy stench burst forth from within!

That was a Mountain Patrol God General! It appeared amidst the clamor, its whole body covered in gray-white fungal spores, and in an instant a steel fork flew toward Zhang Jian.

It appeared amidst the clamor, its whole body covered in gray-white fungal spores; in an instant, a steel fork flew toward Zhang Jian!