Chapter 279: Dragon-Toad Treasure Qi! Dragon-Tiger Daoist, the method to become an immortal

A place of tangled evil, Toad Qi turns into a Corpse Mound.

Heaven-nurtured treasure, mysterious Bai Bai Gu She Li. Three thousand miles of firmament changes color, sun and moon lose light in the nine heavens.

Supreme Yin steals the intent of great calamity, Jingguan takes the Dragon-Toad Qi. From now on, mountains and seas give birth to spiritual essence, bones scatter, who claims to be king?

The vast white brilliance was dazzling, the bright treasure Qi distinct. That translucent white bone bead seemed to have attracted the essence of the moonlight from the entire sky; all other radiance appeared dim in its presence.

In the black night, the ghost wailing stopped, shadows dissipated, evil ferocity retreated, and all evils vanished.

The Supreme Yin reached its peak and changed, as if welcoming the daylight.

"A heaven-sent treasure... a heaven-sent treasure..."

Meng Qingli's expression changed abruptly. She had not expected that this Jingguan Corpse Mound, sealed at the "Toad Mouth" for hundreds of years, absorbing the Dragon-Toad Treasure Qi, through the long years, had actually refined the essence of the chaotic remains into a heaven-nurtured treasure.

A heaven-sent treasure, the Bai Bai Gu She Li.

This object had just been born, and in terms of aura alone, it was already not inferior to Mount Zhongnan's Green Feather treasure, the 【Thunder Cinnabar Bead】.

"There is actually such good fortune?" Qi Delong's eyes lit up.

As a successor of Mount Laojun, he knew deeply the rarity of a heaven-sent treasure. This was even rarer than ordinary Daoist treasures. Heaven-nurtured, essence of mountains and seas, rotation of sun and moon, refinement by time—how much good fortune was hidden within?

The upper limit of a heaven-sent treasure was far higher than that of ordinary Daoist treasures.

"Come!"

Zhang Fan whispered. He snatched the 【Bai Bai Gu She Li】 from the shattered Jingguan Corpse Mound. His physical body vibrated, True Yang boiled, and the terrifying Yin evil Qi surged like a tidal wave, yet it could not touch him in the slightest.

"Entering a dangerous place with one's body, snatching the relic with bare hands!" Gu Chuanyin's face trembled, his gaze toward Zhang Fan shaking violently.

Knowing there was a great tribulation yet involving oneself, knowing there was a dangerous situation yet stepping into it, finally snatching a heaven-defying opportunity amidst the tribulation—such courage, such character, was simply horrifying.

"This person is extremely dangerous!"

Meng Qingli's expression sank violently. Her gaze toward Zhang Fan changed completely.

At this very moment, she finally knew that the most dangerous person in this mountain was not the Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang brothers, but this mysterious expert whose name she did not know.

Possessing the Pure Yang Fire Method, driving the Northern Zhang Spirit Zombie, snatching the Bai Bai Gu She Li, slaughtering ruthlessly, with no taboos.

She racked her brains but could not think of anyone in the Daoist Sect who was such a figure she did not know.

"Kill!"

Meng Qingli waved her hand, the Thunder Cinnabar Bead surged, the Great Thunder Dead End descended, thunder Qi weaving and permeating, enveloping Zhang Fan, Zhang Beijiang, and Qin Ergou all within it.

"Go!"

Just then, Zhang Fan raised his hand. The Bai Bai Gu She Li shot into the sky, Dragon-Toad Treasure Qi weaving, white as frost and mist, actually blocking the surging, violent, and vast thunder.

"Supreme Yin turns into Mysterious Thunder!?"

Meng Qingli's pupils contracted sharply. She had ultimately underestimated this heaven-sent treasure; it had the power of a Green Feather treasure just after being born.

Rumble...

The translucent white bone bead collided with the dark purple jade bead. White light permeated, thunder Qi wove, terrifying power condensed into a point and exploded violently, the earth itself trembling.

The ancient Jingguan Corpse Mound collapsed at this moment, countless remains and bones scattering.

In an instant, a pent-up Qi seemed to leak out from the earth's veins, shooting straight into the sky, accompanied by a strange sound, like a toad breathing, like a great dragon groaning.

Bang bang bang...

Loud noises fell, the earth began to crack, and the entire mountain seemed to shake.

"The Jingguan Corpse Mound is broken, that toad has awakened." Qi Delong's expression changed abruptly.

The Jingguan Corpse Mound was originally the "mouth seal" used to suppress the Toad Mouth. Now that it was gone, the dragon vein shifted, treasure light poured out, actually causing the mountains and rivers to shake and the earth to roar.

This was a change in celestial phenomena and terrain.

"Let's go, this person is unfathomable and hard to defeat!"

Meng Qingli's expression was solemn. She urged the Thunder Cinnabar Bead, escaping via the thunder light, and grabbed Gu Chuanyin.

"Leaving?"

Zhang Fan let out a cold snort. The Bai Bai Gu She Li descended again, Dragon-Toad Treasure Qi condensing into a sheet and crushing down.

Bang...

Meng Qingli rotated the Thunder Cinnabar Bead, the boiling thunder condensing into a barrier in front of her. However, that vast white brilliance was pervasive, actually sweeping directly across Gu Chuanyin's body.

"Ah ah ah..."

In an instant, Gu Chuanyin let out a miserable scream. The moment his body touched that white brilliance, his flesh and blood dissipated, revealing ghastly white bones.

Immediately after, that broken body exploded, and a Nascent Soul shot into the sky.

"Fine, we shall meet again."

Meng Qingli gritted her teeth, grabbed Gu Chuanyin's Nascent Soul, drove the Thunder Cinnabar Bead, and escaped into a sheet of thunder Qi.

Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed into a line. His murderous intent had risen. Even now, with the earth shaking and the mountain sliding, he still wanted to pursue.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just then, Qi Delong shouted. His figure was unstable, following the shaking of the earth.

Zhang Fan turned to look, seeing Qin Ergou, who was closest to him, as if he had lost his soul, standing blankly in place. A giant rock rolled down, smashing directly toward him.

"Save him."

Zhang Fan's expression changed slightly. With a light shout, Zhang Beijiang, who was beside him, moved.

However, before he could arrive, suddenly, an invisible aura rose around Qin Ergou, shattering the rolling giant rock into powder.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan's gaze sank. He stepped forward and arrived nearby, seeing Qin Ergou with vacant eyes, staring blankly toward the depths of Mount Chanbao. His chest heaved violently, inhaling deeply. If observed with a Nascent Soul, an external scene of the Nascent Soul would appear.

Qin Ergou's Nascent Soul had already awakened. Behind him, a royal flag fluttered, protecting the law and guarding the spirit. Streaks of treasure light were continuously surging toward him from the depths of Mount Chanbao, merging into his Nascent Soul, tempering it repeatedly, changing mysteriously.

"Toad-Fishing Qi... is he absorbing the essence of this mountain's dragon vein?"

Qi Delong walked over, looking at Qin Ergou in disbelief.

That Toad-Fishing Qi, which looked like a fitness exercise, was at this moment revealing an incredible dominance and mystery. When Mount Chanbao opened its mouth and treasure light leaked out, it was truly snatching food from the mouth, fishing the essence into his body.

"That Daoist really didn't lie to his family." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

Back then, the Daoist Qin Ergou's ancestors met said that this Toad-Fishing Qi had the ability to rotate the sun and moon and swallow Yin and Yang, but only if practiced by the right person at the right time could it have such good fortune.

"Qin family ancestors practiced Toad-Fishing Qi for generations, invisibly influencing the Nascent Soul of their descendants, only it hadn't manifested before..."

The accumulation of generations of time—this was the Heavenly Time.

Now that Mount Chanbao had appeared and treasure light leaked out—this was the Earthly Advantage.

Meeting Zhang Fan, being taught the Northern Emperor's Great Royal Flag, the Nascent Soul awakening, finally allowing this Toad-Fishing Qi to shine brilliantly—this was the Human Harmony.

Heavenly Time, Earthly Advantage, and Human Harmony—all three were indispensable to achieve Qin Ergou's good fortune.

Heaven and earth working together, mountain and river dragon veins—throughout history, how many people could have such an opportunity to temper their Nascent Soul!?

"This kid really hit the jackpot of heaven's luck; his future achievements will be limitless."

At this moment, even Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang, the two successors of Mount Laojun, could not help but sigh with such emotion, their eyes filled with a trace of envy.

"This kind of heaven's luck is not something others can ask for." Zhang Fan shook his head.

Of the village where Qin Ergou's ancestors lived, only his family survived. As for the other villagers, they had likely all become part of the 【Jingguan Corpse Mound】.

This was certainly luck. That his family could be valued by that Daoist and taught the Toad-Fishing Qi was likely because that Daoist still had a shred of compassion. Having created such slaughter, he left behind a glimmer of life, forming a good karmic connection.

Qin Ergou's ancestors guarded this barren mountain for generations. If any generation had had other thoughts and left this place, or had not passed down that Toad-Fishing Qi, how could there be today's good fortune?

"You stay here and guard him!"

Zhang Fan looked at Zhang Beijiang, then looked at the barren mountain in the night. The tremors of the earthquake were becoming smaller, and the rolling rocks were gradually stopping. However, this mountain seemed increasingly dangerous. After all, that toad had already come alive. Furthermore, Meng Qingli had also escaped; there was no guarantee she wouldn't summon reinforcements from Mount Zhongnan.

Delay leads to changes. Zhang Fan was unwilling to delay even half a minute, so he could only leave Zhang Beijiang to guard Qin Ergou.

"Let's go."

Zhang Fan greeted Qi Delong and walked toward the depths of Mount Chanbao.

This trip of his had yielded too much. Not only did Zhang Beijiang display deification methods, turning the 【Five Chang Lord of Soldiers】 into the 【Five Chang Lord of Evil】, but he himself had also advanced to the Spirit Zombie realm of the Great Being level.

As for Zhang Fan himself, he had obtained that heaven-sent treasure, the Bai Bai Gu She Li.

This treasure was comparable to the 【Thunder Cinnabar Bead】.

At this moment, Zhang Fan swallowed the Bai Bai Gu She Li into his abdomen, floating in his Dantian. The milky white mist, like liquid, condensed into shape, emitting a faint luster, dispersing into his limbs and bones. As it flowed with his True Yang, it was tempering Zhang Fan's flesh and blood every moment, strengthening his True Yang.

Even his Nascent Soul could be nourished.

This was the 【Dragon-Toad Treasure Qi】 hidden within the Bai Bai Gu She Li, and also its core power. Yin at its peak gives birth to Yang, the Qi of the dragon vein, the two combined, and tempered by the essence of countless remains and lives, only then was such a treasure achieved.

Whoosh...

!

At this moment, even Qi Delong could not help but look sideways. He faintly felt that Zhang Fan's body was vibrating at an extremely subtle and mysterious frequency, as if resonating with the Bai Bai Gu She Li within his body.

In other words, he was practicing every moment, tempering this physical body.

Dual cultivation of nature and life—the Nascent Soul is nature, the physical body is life.

At this moment, Zhang Fan seemed to have stepped into a new world in the path of cultivation.

"Your luck is truly heaven-defying." Qi Delong could not help but say.

The Jingguan Corpse Mound had been nurtured for hundreds of years, sealing the mouth and snatching Qi, only then giving birth to such a treasure. Who could have thought it would fall into Zhang Fan's hands?

In the dark, there seemed to be a fixed fate.

"Next year, on the second day of the second month, Mount Zhenwu will open its mountain gates and hold a disciple-selection ceremony. True Person Chaoran will accept a closing-door disciple at the ceremony..." Qi Delong changed the subject, his gaze toward Zhang Fan becoming increasingly strange.

"That person wouldn't be you, would it!?"

"This... how would I know?" Zhang Fan pouted.

To be honest, although he held the title of a disciple of Mount Zhenwu, he had never practiced on Mount Zhenwu. He was self-taught entirely through a Daoist secret record, and his other various methods and mysteries were all foundations laid down by his Zhang family.

As for True Person Chaoran, Zhang Fan had only met him once.

Such a major matter as a closing-door disciple—unless True Person Chaoran confirmed it himself, no one dared to say who would receive this honor.

Previously, Zhang Fan had heard Fang Changle mention that many Xuan Sect families, and even Pure Yang families, were restless, wanting to send their disciples into Mount Zhenwu to snatch this seat.

"That's also true. A successor of a mountain is not just talk. Strictly speaking, it's not something any one person can decide." Qi Delong said in a deep voice.

"Is there any particularity to this?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

He always felt that a so-called successor didn't just look at talent, cultivation, and bone structure...

"Each mountain has its secrets; it's nothing more than the recognition of the patriarch and the determination of heaven's prayer." Qi Delong said extremely cryptically.

"Patriarch's recognition? How is it recognized?" Zhang Fan was even more curious.

"In short... a successor of a mountain not only gains the patriarch's recognition but also carries great luck... The original successor of Mount Zhenwu was Xia Weisheng. She was the closing-door disciple personally designated by True Person Chaoran. It is said that even the Zhenwu Jade Butterfly was passed into her hands..." Qi Delong said lightly.

"I don't know why, but suddenly he wants to accept another closing-door disciple. The door is already closed, can it be closed again? True Person Chaoran is really awesome." Qi Dongqiang could not help but say.

"Shut up, is True Person Chaoran someone you can discuss recklessly?" Qi Delong scolded.

"Is Xia Weisheng very special?" Zhang Fan could not help but ask.

"Of course she is special. She was accepted as a disciple by True Person Chaoran at the age of twelve. Do you know how heaven-defying her luck is?" Qi Delong said in a deep voice.

Before the words were finished, he suddenly stopped his steps.

Zhang Fan's gaze narrowed. He saw that in a mountain hollow not far ahead, covered by grass and trees, an earthen temple was actually exposed.

"It wasn't here when we came last time..."

"Brother, it must have been shaken out by the earthquake just now." Qi Dongqiang said in a deep voice.

"This is..." Zhang Fan was thoughtful, as if he had guessed something.

"This is a sacrificial temple... That great tomb is right below. It was originally the place where the coffin was parked." Qi Delong said solemnly.

"Finally found it." Zhang Fan took a deep breath.

If Mount Chanbao really nurtured a spiritual fetus, it should be in this great tomb, having been occupied by that mysterious Daoist hundreds of years ago.

"Go!"

The two looked at each other and walked tacitly to the sacrificial temple, pushing aside the rubble and grass, only then finding that rusted great door.

This sacrificial temple was originally buried underground. Over the long years, the rusted door was covered in moss.

Zhang Fan pushed lightly, and the loose door opened. A cold, clear scent of grass and mud wafted out, accompanied by a faint smell of incense.

The sacrificial temple was not large. The interior was set up like a Daoist temple. In the shrine, a hanging coffin was actually enshrined. On both sides stood bronze statues of pine and crane, and the oil lamps held in their mouths had actually not been extinguished.

"That is special lamp oil refined from whale fat. One lamp can burn for hundreds of years without being extinguished." Qi Delong said in a deep voice.

"Is this the coffin of that Daoist?" Zhang Fan looked up at the coffin hanging high in mid-air by heavy chains, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

It was his first time seeing a coffin set up and placed like this.

"That is a virtual coffin, and also a fake coffin... A hanging coffin symbolizes ascending to heaven, standing on the ground without touching it, ascending to heaven can be expected..." Qi Delong said in a deep voice.

Ancient Daoists entered the mountains to practice. After many people attained the Dao, they set up hanging coffins, meaning to fly up and become immortals.

In the Bashu region, there are still many such relics to this day.

"Look..."

Qi Delong walked to the side and saw that there were actually murals on the wall, mottled and silent, the colors dim, many parts having fallen off, and there were many strange characters beside them.

"What kind of characters are these?" Zhang Fan looked confused.

"Ancient Daoists, passing down scriptures and methods, in order to prevent them from being leaked, created a special Daoist script that only direct disciples could understand." Qi Delong identified them slightly.

"Can you understand it?" Zhang Fan asked.

"Each family's script is different. The ones on this are not the Daoist script style of our Mount Laojun, and I can only understand two or three out of ten..."

Qi Delong shook his head, focusing his attention on the murals beside them. By cross-referencing, he was able to understand one or two.

The content of the painting was also very simple: a high mountain towering, incense wafting, a Daoist under the mountain, kowtowing to a gaunt and towering figure.

The proportions of that figure were extremely uncoordinated. The whole person seemed to be in the shadows, much taller than the Daoist.

"The method to become an immortal?" Qi Delong looked, his gaze gradually becoming strange.

"Did you see anything?" Zhang Fan asked.

"The content of this painting should be the life of that Daoist, who is also the owner of this tomb..." Qi Delong said solemnly.

"He is a Daoist from Mount Long Hu..."

"Mount Long Hu!?" Zhang Fan's brow jumped wildly.

"Not bad. This person should have been born three or four hundred years ago, practicing Dao on Mount Long Hu for many years. Once, when he went down the mountain, he met a high expert, and that high expert taught him the method to become an immortal..."

"What kind of high expert?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

Mount Long Hu is already the ancestral home of the Daoist Sect in the world, a fairyland. Why would they need to learn from others to seek immortality?

Qi Delong's gaze narrowed into a line. Looking at the characters beside him, he shook his head.

"I don't know. It only records the name of that high expert..."

"He is called..."

"Thousand-Year-Old Demon!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 280 =====