Chapter 277: Two Tian Shis! The Terrifying Zhang Zhang Beijiang

Mount Zhongnan, Louguan Terrace.

The vast blue sky stretches like a great curtain; the mysterious bright moon illuminates the heavens.

A wisp of cool wind brushed past, stirring his disheveled hair.

At that moment, Ye Ye Beichen, seated upon the green stone, slowly opened his eyes. He gazed upward and saw countless stars twinkling, a single streak of light converging, sinking into the mountains and rivers of the mortal world. Far in the distance, treasures shimmered and vanished, while a ferocious, malevolent aura surged skyward—like a blazing fire, like an endless river, forming the shape of dragon and tiger, sharply divided north and south.

"The Dragon and Tiger pass northward, establishing divine positions…"

Ye Ye Beichen murmured softly; for the first time, his calm, deep eyes rippled with emotion.

The ancestral seat of the Daoist sect, a lineage of immortals, had split north and south after the great calamity. In truth, he had not dealt with that branch for ten years.

Who could have imagined that in the silent, endless night, the northern Zhang lineage's incense smoke would rise fiercely, blazing without end?

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

In the darkness, An Wuyang walked slowly forward, barefoot, gazing at the mist-shrouded clouds and seas.

"Wuyang, that is the Zhang family of Dragon and Tiger's divine enshrinement method. They have dominated the mortal world for a thousand years, crowned above all Daoist sects, because they dwell among mortals yet claim divine titles, receiving unceasing incense offerings…"

Ye Ye Beichen murmured softly, his gaze sharpening into a single piercing line.

"Dwelling among mortals yet claiming divine titles!?" An Wuyang's expression shifted slightly as he savored those words.

"I never expected… beneath Mount Zhongnan, treasure-light would float in the air, turning the mystery of creation—only to vanish in an instant…" Ye Ye Beichen spoke in a hushed tone.

At the level of Tian Shi, one unites with Heaven and Earth. Merely from that fleeting change in aura, he had already sensed the anomaly at Chanbao Mountain.

In Ye Ye Beichen's eyes, far beneath Mount Zhongnan, a giant toad was awakening, its mouth holding radiant treasure-light, dragon-qi coiled around it—finally unable to hide any longer.

"Ten years of stillness. It's time to move."

Ye Ye Beichen took a step forward. His body seemed lifted by invisible force, floating into the air, all energies swirling and merging like he had become one with the roaring wind. In an instant, he descended from Louguan Terrace.

Riding the wind, commanding qi—this ability bordered on the divine.

…

Xi'an International Airport.

The night was deep; few travelers remained at the exit. Among them, two figures stood out. One wore a Daoist robe, his beard and mustache reaching his chest, his eyes nearly shut as if still drunk.

Behind him followed a girl, fifteen or sixteen, dragging a heavy suitcase alone, her back laden with two backpacks.

"Master, wait for me!" the girl called from behind.

Chang Chang Weiyang acted like a hands-off boss, hands empty, striding ahead confidently. Hearing her call, he remembered he had a little tail trailing him, stopped, and turned back.

"Little Chen, where's my gourd? Did I leave it on the plane?" Chang Chang Weiyang patted himself.

"Master, you could get left on the plane, but not the gourd."

Chen Zhuo struggled to pull a vermilion gourd from between the two backpacks, its top tied with a well-worn cotton rope and hanging a simple, ancient copper coin.

"My good disciple—reliable as ever," Chang Chang Weiyang grinned, revealing yellow teeth.

"Master, Senior Brother Qi said a naturally born spiritual embryo is about to be born. Is that true?" Chen Zhuo asked, eyes filled with doubt.

"This is the territory of Mount Zhongnan."

Mount Zhongnan, one of the Daoist sect's ancestral seats—if such a miracle occurred, how could they not know?

"Little Qi and his brother are heirs of Mount Laojun Mountain… You think the title of one of the Ten Famous Daoist Mountains is just a name? It's recognition from the Ancestors, with destiny and fortune deepened…"

Chang Chang Weiyang squinted, his voice deep.

"The heavenly pattern has not yet appeared; the spiritual embryo remains hidden. Naturally, Mount Zhongnan cannot sense it. But if it truly emerges, it will shake heaven and earth."

"Then Mount Zhongnan…" Chen Zhuo's eyes showed worry.

"That's why I'm here."

Chang Chang Weiyang lifted the vermilion gourd and stepped slowly out of the exit.

He was a Tian Shi, a Tian Shi from Mount Laojun Mountain. He had descended the mountain to claim the yet-unborn naturally born spiritual embryo.

"Might even have to meet an old acquaintance from Mount Zhongnan."

"Hm!?"

At that moment, Chang Chang Weiyang's brow lifted. He looked to the heavens and saw among the endless stars a ferocious, malevolent aura coalescing, forming an extraordinary omen.

"The Zhang family of Dragon and Tiger's divine enshrinement omen? The spiritual embryo hasn't even emerged yet, and it's already drawing this? From the northern Zhang?"

Chang Chang Weiyang's gaze turned profound. He waved his hand—wind surged like a storm, sweeping up Chen Zhuo and their luggage, vanishing from the spot.

…

In Chanbao Mountain, before the pile of corpses.

The cold moonlight seemed shattered by the terrifying aura. All eyes were drawn to the strange, dominant presence.

Zhang Zhang Beijiang, bathed in thick black fluid, emerged as if from the abyss. Behind him, a mysterious shadow resembled a divine statue receiving mortal incense—five heads turning toward different directions, the great seal in its palms radiating a chilling aura.

"The Zhang family of Dragon and Tiger… establishing divine form… Is this spirit corpse from the Zhang family of Dragon and Tiger?"

At that moment, Qi Brothers Qi Delong's gaze could not help but fix on Zhang Zhang Beijiang. As an heir of Mount Laojun Mountain, he had faintly heard of the Zhang family's divine enshrinement method—the supreme art of seizing divine status, receiving mortal incense. Its origins were lost to antiquity, mysterious and ancient.

He never imagined Zhang Fan's spirit corpse came from the Zhang family of Dragon and Tiger.

"Qi Brothers Qi Delong, are you mad? You dare turn a Zhang into a spirit corpse!?"

Meng Meng Qiwu's face paled in horror as she stared at Qi Brothers Qi Delong.

In her eyes, the most powerful here was this heir of Mount Laojun Mountain. As for the others…

Qin Ergou was merely an ordinary guide. As for Zhang Fan—he was unknown, utterly unrecognized. Only this heir of Mount Laojun Mountain could possess a spirit corpse of this caliber.

Yet…

Dragon and Long Long Hu Shan, even after the Daoist calamity eighty years ago, when its gates fell, never lost its bloodline. One branch still dwells in the north, mysterious and profound—the orthodox Daoist lineage.

Who in this world dares use such bloodline to forge a zombie!?

"I…" Qi Brothers Qi Delong opened his mouth, but had no words to answer.

He had neither the skill nor the audacity!

Roar…

At that moment, the shadow behind Zhang Zhang Beijiang moved. A deafening roar erupted from the depths of hell—the thick black fluid around it began to vaporize…

The five grotesque faces on the shadow's neck opened wide, devouring the incoming black mist.

Instantly, wails and cries of ghosts filled heaven and earth—as if the strange figure devoured demons from the mortal realm.

"The Five Demon Generals' Master… This spirit corpse once held the divine title of 'Five Demon Generals' Master…" Meng Meng Qiwu clenched her teeth.

She had once seen scattered records in an ancient manuscript from Mount Zhongnan, describing the Zhang family's "Grand Divine Enshrinement Rite."

The Zhang family held many divine titles, named by the title received, each with rank and hierarchy.

Like Zhang Fan's father, Zhang Lingzong, who received the title "Great Spirit Lord King"—a top-tier title.

Among all divine titles, the Five Demon Generals' Master was not top-tier, yet it was uniquely potent. This title commanded the Ghost Seal Imperial Seal, able to summon and command yin troops from the netherworld, dividing them into five directions as Daoist armies—unstoppable, invincible.

"I risked my life, and you dare steal the fruit?" Zhang Fan's voice echoed through the dark night.

"Kill them!"

As the words fell, Zhang Zhang Beijiang turned around with a soft command.

"Run!"

Meng Meng Qiwu shouted sharply, her body darting like lightning toward Zhang Zhang Beijiang.

"Your opponent is me."

At that moment, Qi Brothers Qi Delong stepped forward, blocking Meng Meng Qiwu's path, echoing her own words back to her.

"Qi Brothers Qi Delong, you're an heir of Mount Laojun Mountain—do you intend to slaughter everyone?" Meng Meng Qiwu cried out.

"Does being an heir of Mount Laojun Mountain mean you must die? You can act as you please, but we must just let ourselves be slaughtered?" Qi Dongqiang's voice rang out, laced with mockery.

"Besides, which eye did you see us killing anyone?"

!

Boom…

As the words ended, Qi Brothers Qi Delong and Meng Meng Qiwu clashed violently. A torrent of qi exploded between them, accompanied by wild arcs of thunder.

"Ahh…"

Suddenly, a scream pierced the air, jolting Meng Meng Qiwu's attention. Her peripheral vision caught Zhang Zhang Beijiang's hand, like a blade, piercing through Aoye's chest.

Among the group, he was the weakest—only at the Ling Si realm. How could he possibly withstand Zhang Zhang Beijiang's ferocity?

"You…"

Aoye's eyes widened, staring fixedly at the spirit corpse—devoid of any human emotion.

Just moments ago, he had been arrogant, determined to help Gu Gu Chuanyin destroy Zhang Fan's body. Now, in an instant, he faced death and annihilation—all his past reduced to nothing.

"I'm going to die here…"

A voice screamed inside Aoye's mind. His entire life flashed before him like a spinning lamp.

From joining Mount Zhongnan, rising above countless disciples, awakening his Nascent Soul, mastering his first Daoist technique… until entering the Ling Si realm, gazing toward the Gao Gong realm…

Even, he had discovered a secret technique in the writings of past masters—similar to the Wu Wei Sect's method of absorbing others' Nascent Souls to strengthen himself. With this, he would surely reach Gao Gong, perhaps even go further…

But he never got to practice it. He died here.

Fate! Fate!

Boom…

In an instant, Aoye's body exploded under Zhang Zhang Beijiang's crushing arm, flesh and blood spraying ten paces.

This sight stunned everyone.

A top expert from Mount Zhongnan had just died before their eyes—with no chance to struggle.

"Meng Meng Qiwu!" Gu Gu Chuanyin roared. Beside him, Ma De had turned ashen.

They had just planned to cripple Zhang Fan's body. Now, they dared not even breathe.

"Qi Brothers Qi Delong, get out of my way."

Meng Qi flew into genuine rage; her Yuan Shen's luminous light erupted, forming three layers of separation and union, like radiant flames burning the heavens. Then she let out a long cry, opening her mouth to unleash a bolt of thunder—its light lengthened instantly through the air, resembling a three-foot sword blade, hurtling straight toward Qi Brothers Qi Delong.

"True Yang transforms into Qi, Thunder Reaping Sword Technique!" Qi Brothers Qi Delong's gaze sharpened as he recognized the method.

Zhongnan Mountain possessed a Daoist art capable of transforming one's True Yang into Qi, shaping it into a sword that erupted from the lungs and abdomen, striking three feet through empty space to kill at a distance—its applications were boundless, its power terrifying.

"You think we're just decorations?" Qi Dongqiang sneered, his True Yang boiling within, bursting forth from every pore—suddenly, clouds and rosy light spread like a vast veil, brilliant and dazzling.

His body shot upward, wrapped in the clouds and radiance, moving like a spiritual fish through the air, crashing straight into the Thunder Reaping Sword.

"Yin-Yang Merged Void, Great Fusion Spirit Fish!" Meng Qi's expression turned grave.

The heir of Mount Laojun Mountain was no fraud—this was their secret art, untransmitted to outsiders: a profound comprehension of Yin-Yang harmony, uniting as one to give birth to life, like twin fish of Yin and Yang, spiritually fused, capable of piercing through and shattering all things.

Boom… boom… boom…

Two terrifying forces collided violently—sword qi crisscrossed, radiant light spread everywhere, crushing a stretch of mountain rock and cliff face.

The sheer power left everyone stunned, especially Qin Ergou, whose eyes glazed over as if a door to an entirely new world had just swung open before him.

"Damn it!"

Gu Chuanyin's face darkened—he had never expected Qi Brothers Qi Delong to possess such a trick: he had secretly concealed a Spirit Corpse, imbued with the Divine Sealing Art of the Long Hu Zhang Clan.

"Master Gu, that thing's coming!" Ma De screamed in terror.

Boom… boom… boom…

Zhang Bei's Corpse emerged from the darkness, its emaciated frame radiating terrifying vibrations—a chilling aura that made Ma De's Yuan Shen tremble, even preventing his soul from exiting his body.

"Let's go!!"

Gu Chuanyin gritted his teeth, finally swallowing his pain and pulling a talisman from his robes.

This talisman differed from any he'd seen before—it was carved from jade, inscribed with secret alchemical script, its inner core forged with arcane arts, etched with dragon and snake runes and star patterns.

"Golden Light Talisman!?"

Ma De's eyes lit up—this was a secret talisman of Zhongnan Mountain, each one costing seven digits to acquire; once activated, it wrapped the user in golden radiance, enabling instantaneous teleportation over a hundred zhang without so much as a blink.

This talisman had been specially commissioned by Gu Chuanyin upon his promotion to High Priest, intended solely for life-saving emergencies—its value rivaled that of a Huang Yu artifact.

He never imagined he'd waste it here.

"You'll all pay for this," Gu Chuanyin growled, now regretting he hadn't invited An Wuyang.

Whoosh…

Suddenly, the Golden Light Talisman glowed in Cengceng layers, brilliant golden radiance pouring from its core, instantly engulfing Gu Chuanyin.

"Master Gu, you—"

Ma De's face turned ashen—the golden light had bypassed him entirely, touching not a single hair.

"Do you think I have time to care for you now?" Gu Chuanyin snarled, his form growing hazy, merging with the radiant gold—next moment, he would vanish into the void.

"Still trying to run? No one leaves today."

At that instant, Zhang Fan's Yuan Shen finally returned to his body—he stepped forward, Crimson Fire separating and uniting, spreading across the sky, transforming into nine fire dragons that crushed in from all directions, trapping everyone within.

"Nine Dragon Divine Fire Veil!!"

"This is…"

"Pure Yang Dao Intent—Nine Dragons United!?"

At that moment, Meng Qi's face turned pale—the blazing crimson flames reflected in her widening, horrified eyes. Her gaze finally settled on Zhang Fan.

(End of Chapter)