Chapter 156: Zhang Fan, you little rabbit! Long time no see, Three-Corpse Daoist

Fifteen years ago.

Bai Yujing City, Zhang family old house.

The morning sun shone through the towering trees, falling into the quiet courtyard. A few sparrows landed on the ground, picking out small insects that had burrowed into the cracks in the ground.

"Zhang Fan, you little rabbit!"

Just then, a sharp cry broke the morning silence, startling the sparrows that were still foraging on the ground, flapping their wings and leaving this place of right and wrong.

Immediately after, a "clanging" sound came from the dilapidated house, as if people were falling and horses were overturning, like a home being raided and a clan being wiped out...

Finally, Li Li Linglong dug young Zhang Fan out of the wardrobe in the corner. At this time, she was holding a box, the size of a palm, a bit like the box for Angong Niuhuang Pill from Tongrentang, the seal on it had been torn off, and the inside was empty.

"Mom, you can't call me a little rabbit, Dad won't be happy." Young Zhang Fan huddled in the wardrobe, refusing to come out.

"Where is the thing? Where is the thing inside?"

Li Li Linglong shook the box in her hand, no longer having her usual affinity, her beautiful eyes carrying a trace of coldness.

"I... I didn't eat it..."

Young Zhang Fan wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, unable to help but burp.

"You... you ate it!?"

Li Li Linglong's beautiful eyes widened, actually overflowing with bloodshot eyes, but her hand holding the box couldn't stop trembling. She stared at young Zhang Fan, as if expecting a negative answer.

"I didn't taste it."

Young Zhang Fan had never seen such an expression on his mom's face, it was a bit scary. He didn't dare to lie, only able to recall the taste of that thing.

Bang...

A burst of sound fell in the courtyard, and the stirred-up smoke and dust drifted out from the house.

Young Zhang Fan hid in the wardrobe, shivering with fright. He looked at the smoke and dust, and at this time, the look his mom gave him actually carried an emotion not in his cognition.

"Do you know what you ate?"

"That is..."

"Three-Corpse Origin Alchemy!"

The chilling words passed through the sealed years, echoing in Zhang Fan's mind; along with the sound of those heavy iron chains colliding, he finally recalled the most important memory from his childhood.

Clang... clang... clang...

The collision of the heavy chains became more intense. The strange gray airflow actually ran wild in this ear-piercing sound, like a river flowing backward, swirling, actually surging toward Zhang Fan's soul-aspect inner scene.

"What's going on? Three-Corpse Origin Alchemy... why is it out of my control!?"

Just then, Meng Meng Qingtong's voice suddenly rose, carrying deep disbelief and uncontrollable fear.

Three-Corpse Origin Alchemy is his greatest reliance, and also the key for him to reverse his destiny and look at the immortal path of longevity.

Precisely because of this, he was fearless, not putting Zhang Fan and these young people in his eyes.

His Three-Corpse Origin Alchemy, as long as it is fed with soul-aspect, can even swallow other scattered Three-Corpse Origin Alchemy, and can continue to wake up and grow, finally transforming into a new soul-aspect.

However, at this moment, his most proud power actually broke away from control and surged toward Zhang Fan's soul-aspect inner scene.

"No... don't..."

Suddenly, Meng Meng Qingtong's voice rose again, carrying deep fear. Those bursts of gray airflow actually dragged his soul-aspect, surging together into the deepest part of Zhang Fan's inner scene.

There, he heard the sound of heavy chains colliding, and a burst of strange and ear-piercing chewing sounds...

There, it seemed to hide some unknown and terrifying existence, actually digesting the power of Three-Corpse Origin Alchemy, and was about to enjoy his soul-aspect dessert...

"I know... this is impossible... how can this be..."

"Your body also has..."

"Zhang Fan... who exactly are you?"

Meng Meng Qingtong's voice was almost twisted to the point of being unrecognizable. His soul-aspect seemed to be completely dominated by fear, mixed with gray airflow, rolled into the deepest part of Zhang Fan's soul-aspect inner scene, and swallowed and chewed by the source of the heavy chains.

He never dreamed that he had obtained 【Three-Corpse Origin Alchemy】, awakened Daoist supernatural power, Rejuvenation, and was just about to show his skills, but he happened to meet a freak like Zhang Fan.

If he could do it all over again...

"Zhang Fan..."

"Click... click..."

With those bursts of strange chewing sounds, Meng Meng Qingtong's soul-aspect was like a candle in the wind, finally dissipating and extinguishing.

Bang...

In the empty hall, everything returned to calm. Meng Meng Qingtong's twisted face weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye. His skin became wrinkled and dim, his hair withered and fell off, and even his body curled up, the cracked chest, the originally vibrant heart finally stopped beating...

Even that strange tile piece fell out of it, falling on the blood-filled ground, revealing cracks, completely losing its luster.

"Dead!?"

In the hall, it was like a pool of stagnant water, with only the sound of everyone's breathing.

Zhang Fan looked at Meng Meng Qingtong lying in a pool of blood, no longer resembling the dashing youth just now. Rejuvenation is a heaven-sent supernatural power. With the soul-aspect extinguished, the supernatural power is gone. His body curled up, like a big shrimp, emitting bursts of pungent stench.

Just like the withered yellow leaves in autumn, buried in the soil, it is the freshest fertilizer.

"Finally dead."

Zhang Fan let out a long breath, his figure a bit staggering, directly paralyzed on the ground.

This battle was too much for him, not only performing the 【Fire Dragon Alchemy Sword】 twice, but also borrowing the power of the 【Weiling Demon-Suppressing Golden Seal】...

Performing spells like this was still a bit strenuous for Zhang Fan, who hadn't ascended to the 【High Merit】 rank.

"Brother, he..."

Liu Liu Xingyu's face trembled, staring at Zhang Fan, leaning to Liu Liu Xingchui's ear.

"Don't talk."

Liu Liu Xingchui's expression was solemn, shouting sternly: "If it weren't for him tonight, I'm afraid we would all be dead here."

As he spoke, Liu Liu Xingchui's gaze fell on Meng Meng Qingtong, who had turned into a pool.

Meng Meng Qingtong, who had awakened Daoist supernatural power, was almost unkillable. Just relying on the few of them, if it weren't for Zhang Fan taking action in time, there wouldn't be any living people here in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.

"Luckily you didn't clash with him that day." Liu Liu Xingchui recalled, and it was a burst of lingering fear. What good end could there be for clashing with such a person?

Fortunately, Liu Liu Xingyu had seen the world. After seeing Zhang Fan show a hand that day, he knew there were mountains beyond mountains, people beyond people, and didn't continue to hold airs, otherwise he would have been knocked down long ago.

"Zhang Fan... no wonder Ma Ma Buting didn't pass two moves in his hands."

At this time, the seriously injured He He Ningyan struggled to open her eyelids and looked at Zhang Fan.

With such strength, I'm afraid that even Ma Ma Buting, who ascended to the 【High Merit】 rank, is not Zhang Fan's opponent. It's ridiculous that he wanted to find a place back and spar again after breaking through.

"Ma Ma Buting... Junior Brother... Junior Brother..."

Suddenly, He He Ningyan seemed to remember something and turned to look, only to see Ma Ma Buting lying in a pool of blood, dying, with a hole in his chest.

"Save him, hurry and save him..."

At this time, Sui Brother Chunsheng had already taken out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and immediately walked up, supporting Zhang Fan to stand up.

"You're really capable... being able to handle this kind of scene." Sui Brother Chunsheng couldn't help but sigh. Today could be considered a sudden incident. Originally, it was just a visit, who knew Meng Meng Qingtong would rejuvenate and suddenly attack, killing them by surprise.

If it weren't for Zhang Fan being here, I'm afraid the Daoist Alliance people would be wiped out tonight. Such a big accident, Lou Lou Hechuan's black pot would be set.

Thinking of this series of reactions, Sui Brother Chunsheng only felt his back chill.

"Go back and tell your President Lou, I can't sell my life for your Daoist Alliance for nothing." Zhang Fan said faintly.

"Don't worry, I've already applied for a report for you last night."

As he spoke, Sui Brother Chunsheng stuffed an envelope into Zhang Fan's hand. The latter weighed it, and it was indeed much richer than the last time. Opening it, it was...

3000 yuan in cash, indeed more than double the reward, and no supermarket vouchers were used to fill the number.

But the Daoist Alliance is big, compared to Zhang Fan's performance last night, 3000 yuan bonus was a bit shabby.

"The bonus is secondary..." Sui Brother Chunsheng looked at Zhang Fan with envy, patting him on the shoulder.

"You've had great luck."

Zhang Fan's heart moved, unable to help but ask.

"Is there anything else?"

"Look over there." Sui Brother Chunsheng pointed casually, and Zhang Fan looked up, seeing Zhan Xinyue walking toward him with a banner, on which was written:

Jiangnan Province Bai Yujing City Daoist Sect Advanced Individual Honor. "..."

"I knew it." Zhang Fan narrowed his eyes.

"Within a month, you've been awarded the honorary title twice. You are now a figure in the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance." Sui Brother Chunsheng envied.

You know, in a unit like the Daoist Alliance, wanting to climb up depends on connections, ability, and qualifications.

These banners and honors seem useless, but they are very useful when it comes to moving positions.

"I'm not one of your people." Zhang Fan curled his lips, muttering in his heart.

"Brother Fan, congratulations."

Zhan Xinyue handed the banner to Zhang Fan solemnly, her eyes full of envy.

They wanted to advance too much, but unfortunately, they didn't have Zhang Fan's strength and luck.

"..."

"That... how is Ma Ma Buting?" Zhang Fan tucked the banner away and changed the subject.

Last night, when he saw Ma Ma Buting being carried away, he only had one breath left.

"I don't know whether to say he's lucky or unlucky."

Sui Brother Chunsheng's mouth moved, unable to help but say: "I think Meng Meng Qingtong wanted to harvest his soul-aspect, so he avoided the vital points, which is considered saving a life, but his injuries are too heavy..."

"I'm afraid he'll have to recuperate for a long time."

A heavy blow through the chest, not dying is already considered the ancestral grave smoking with good fortune.

Ma Ma Buting could be said to be having a bad year. A dignified Three Emperors Sect disciple, a young talent specially recruited by the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, after coming to Bai Yujing City, his bad luck was one after another.

Zhang family old house was almost roasted by Zhang Fan. He was seriously injured and recovered, ascended to High Merit, originally thought he was in high spirits, but...

"His luck seems to be getting worse and worse after ascending to High Merit." Zhan Xinyue couldn't help but say. 【156

"If you dare to inspect his soul-aspect, I'm afraid people from Profound Heaven Sect will be here tomorrow."

"I know this kid is a disciple of Profound Heaven Sect, but..." the middle-aged Daoist priest said in a deep voice.

"He is not just a disciple of Profound Heaven Sect."

Lou Lou Hechuan shook his head; as the closing-door disciple of Chu Chu Chaoran, not many people knew of this identity, and even Profound Heaven Sect had never truly made a statement.

Yet Lou Lou Hechuan knew that this young man had an unusual importance to Profound Heaven Sect.

"President, if we don't inspect him, in case..."

The middle-aged Daoist priest hesitated to speak; there was still a possibility of the Three Corpses Primordial Pill being transferred, and if it entered this young man's body, it would be a catastrophe.

"There won't be such an 'in case'..." Lou Lou Hechuan's gaze narrowed slightly, and he said decisively.

"There won't be!?" The middle-aged Daoist priest was stunned for a moment, then revealed a look of confusion.

Lou Lou Hechuan's expression was distant, and he did not say much; just a moment ago, he had received a phone call, a call from Profound Heaven Sect.

The person who called him was Liu Liu Nan Xu, one of the three Celestial Masters of Profound Heaven Sect, and the other party only told him one piece of news—a piece of news that shocked even Lou Lou Hechuan.

Zhang Fan is not only a disciple of Profound Heaven Sect, but he has also fused with the Profound Heaven Jade Tablet.

With the Profound Heaven Jade Tablet protecting his body, the Three Corpses Primordial Pill cannot reside within him, so naturally, there is no such "in case."

If this had happened before he fused with the Profound Heaven Jade Tablet, there would indeed have been a possibility of being inhabited by the 【Three Corpses Primordial Pill】, and even Lou Lou Hechuan would have had to inspect him.

But now, he had no such worries.

"Zhang Fan, who exactly is this little brat?"

Lou Lou Hechuan's expression was solemn, but waves were surging in his heart.

The bright moon set in the west, and the night wind whistled.

Autumn had arrived in Bai Yujing City, bringing a hint of chill; it was already past three in the morning when he returned to Hongfu Garden, but Zhang Fan was not sleepy.

The old residential complex was pitch black, with only a few stray cats rummaging through trash cans, making some noise.

In the distance, under Building 73, several bloody, lonely ghosts wandered about, looking up at the rooftop, seemingly searching for their next target to replace them in death.

Anyone who often sees ghosts knows that this is quite understandable.

Returning home, Zhang Fan closed the door tightly, sat cross-legged in meditation, and activated his soul-aspect.

Rumble...

Inside the soul-aspect, it remained a vast blur, an eternal night with only a glimmer of light, as if this world would never see daylight again.

At this moment, Zhang Fan had not yet truly broken free from the Great Night of No Brightness.

To his soul-aspect, all of this had long since become routine, but to others, this was an unimaginable terror and calamity.

Hum...

Zhang Fan's soul-aspect delved deeper and deeper into the inner landscape, finally arriving at the deepest place.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

In the darkness, the sound of heavy chains colliding echoed faintly; before him, it seemed as if a mysterious and unknown behemoth was hidden, lurking in the vast darkness.

"Ten years, you have finally returned here."

Just then, a mysterious voice rang out, accompanied by the sound of chewing, as if his grand feast had not yet finished.

Vast fluctuations followed, like raging waves, sweeping through every corner of this dark world, while simultaneously impacting Zhang Fan's soul-aspect.

"Long time no see, Daoist Three Corpses!"

At this moment, Zhang Fan's soul-aspect, as if reuniting with an old friend, whispered in a deep voice.

(End of chapter)