Chapter 293: One of the Nine Vessels, Innate Seal! The Fallen First Expert

Refining longevity in Zhongnan Mountain, immortals are formed from this moment.

To live, one must seek from death, living dead day and night.

Under the cliff of the desolate mountain, the living dead awakened, his skin like a withered tree meeting spring, his vitality like winter going and spring coming.

In an instant, the long wind in the mountain drifted, as if revealing a trace of warmth.

Ye Jinzhao, Ye Beichen's master, this first expert of Zhongnan Mountain in the Three Tian Shi's mouth, cast a gaze, as if piercing through the vicissitudes of time, sweeping over the brilliant heavens, brushing over the vast earth, and landing on Zhang Fan.

However, at this moment, Zhang Fan's attention was all attracted by the ancient painting behind Ye Jinzhao.

The faint pale moon night hangs in the sky, the Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin cannot be seen.

Those eight weird figures held something, each carrying a coffin, walking in the vast dark night.

This weird ancient painting, Zhang Fan had seen it at the place of the elder 【Xu Xuanguan】 of Maoshan, and had also seen it in the 【Taisui Temple】.

At this moment, it appeared again behind this great expert of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Zhang Fan..."

Ye Beichen's voice suddenly rang out, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

Being summoned by an identity like Ye Jinzhao, Zhang Fan's momentary distraction appeared greatly disrespectful.

"Beichen, you go first."

Ye Jinzhao waved his hand, his vicissitudes voice echoing before the deep mountain cliff.

Ye Beichen hesitated slightly, looking deeply at Zhang Fan.

Over the years, his master had retreated here, entering the realm of the living dead, thoughts not arising, as if separated by a void, even he rarely set foot here, let alone an outsider.

At this moment, Ye Jinzhao let him retreat, obviously wanting to summon Zhang Fan alone, having important words to say.

Such an exceptional and abnormal situation made Ye Beichen mutter in his heart.

However, he didn't hesitate, performed a salute, his figure jumped up, actually jumping directly off that ten-thousand-foot cliff.

Immediately after, a sound of breaking wind suddenly rang out, and Ye Beichen's figure was no longer seen.

Only by reaching this realm, heaven and man as one, can one ride the wind and control the Qi, making a carefree tour.

"You come over..."

Just then, that old and hoarse voice rang out again. Zhang Fan didn't hesitate and walked over.

Ten steps close, he finally stopped. At such a distance, he saw it more clearly.

Ye Jinzhao's skin was like the withered bark of a tree, but as he breathed, the withered skin glowed with vitality, becoming crystal clear and shiny, repeating like this, like flowers blooming and falling, like spring going and autumn coming.

That old body seemed to hide nature, hide life and death, hide reincarnation...

"Living dead... living dead... to want a person not to die, unless a person dies..."

"This method is derived from Jia-Born Gui-Dies!"

Ye Jinzhao had no expression, suddenly opening his mouth to whisper.

"Jia-Born Gui-Dies!?" Zhang Fan's heart moved slightly, revealing a strange expression.

"The Nine Methods are not mortal methods. Not to mention heaven-defying talent, even those with fate who snatched creation, when the work is done, it is the time for the calamity to come..."

"So, back then... we studied a lot... a lot..."

Ye Jinzhao murmured softly, his gaze unfocused, as if he were talking to himself.

"We!?" Zhang Fan instinctively captured this term, subconsciously looking at the Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin on the rock wall.

"Tomorrow separated by mountains and peaks, the world is vast and boundless..."

"It's been many years..."

Ye Jinzhao sighed, staring at Zhang Fan's face, and said slowly: "Have you seen this painting?"

"Hmm!"

Zhang Fan nodded, not hiding it: "Junior visited the elder 【Xu Xuanguan】 in Jiangnan Province and saw it once there."

The Taisui Village incident, Zhang Fan naturally wouldn't say much.

"Xu Lao Liu was actually hiding in Jiangnan Province..." Ye Jinzhao's gaze was deep, flashing with a different brilliance.

"That place is Mo Lao Wu's territory."

"Junior also met Master Mo," Zhang Fan whispered.

"You met Mo Lao Wu?" Ye Jinzhao raised his eyelids, as if having deep meaning.

"Hmm, junior was in Jiangnan Province at the time, and had some misunderstandings with the disciples of Qiyun Mountain, and by fate met Master Mo."

Zhang Fan spoke implicitly, Mo Ranchen naturally didn't know his identity and origin.

"It's been so many years, Mo Lao Wu is still so overbearing, so petty... children playing house, at most fighting to the death, and he actually came out in person." Ye Jinzhao sneered.

"No wonder Li Lao San didn't look up to him back then."

When Zhang Fan heard this, his heart moved, unable to help but ask: "Senior is very familiar with these two seniors?"

"Young and reckless, once colluded..." Ye Jinzhao said lightly.

"Among them, I am ranked fourth!"

"They all call me Ye Lao Si!"

"Carrying Coffin Society!?"

Zhang Fan moved slightly. He learned from the conversation between Mo Ranchen and Xu Xuanguan that there was a group of old friends who gathered and swore brotherhood, and that organization was called the 【Carrying Coffin Society】, suspected to be related to 【Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin】.

Among these people, his grandfather Zhang Tiansheng was ranked second.

Mo Ranchen of Mount Laojun Mountain was ranked fifth, and Xu Xuanguan of Maoshan was ranked sixth.

Who would have thought that this first expert of Zhongnan Mountain was also a member of the Carrying Coffin Society, Ye Jinzhao, ranked fourth.

"Xu Lao Liu let you see this picture?" Ye Jinzhao suddenly asked.

"Hmm," Zhang Fan gave a light sound: "Senior Xu let me light a stick of incense."

Once these words were spoken, Ye Jinzhao's gaze darkened, falling into silence. A moment later, he slowly turned around and looked at the ancient picture behind him.

"Do you know what is drawn on this painting?"

"What?"

Zhang Fan was not seeing the Eight Kings Carrying the Coffin for the first time, but he still didn't know the meaning of this painting to this day.

"Since ancient times, there are nine methods in the world, practicing them can see immortals and gods..." Ye Jinzhao said in a low voice.

The origin of the nine great inner alchemy methods can no longer be examined. Some say this was the nine pages of heavenly books passed down by the Supreme Lord when Zhang Daoling realized the Dao at Heming Mountain.

Others say the nine methods have a long origin, and can even be traced back to the Qi practitioners of the pre-Qin period.

There is even a claim that the Nine Heavens Mysterious Maiden descended to the world and taught the talisman books to the Huang Di, breaking the Nine Li Chi You, and later, the Huang Di asked the Dao from Guangchengzi based on these talisman books, evolving nine immortal-becoming alchemy methods, which were passed down to the world.

The origin of the nine great inner alchemy methods cannot be examined, but its mystery and power are unquestionable.

Over the years, how many capable people and strange scholars in the Daoist sect have studied hard to peek at the mystery of the nine methods!?

"I won't talk about the wonder of the nine methods, you should know it too," Ye Jinzhao said lightly.

"Heaven's Dao damages the surplus to supplement the insufficient... since ancient times, Heaven's Dao favors the weak and dislikes the strong. For every strength, there is a restraint."

"Although the nine methods are strong, there are still nine vessels hidden in the world, specifically restraining the nine methods!"

Once these words were spoken, Zhang Fan's eyes lit up. This was the first time he had heard such a statement.

He subconsciously looked at the ancient painting on the rock wall, and the scene above was no longer the same.

One of the shadows had black and white intertwined behind it, like night and day, like the supreme saint and supreme demon, holding a large seal in its palm.

"God-Demon Holy Fetus!?"

Zhang Fan vaguely knew that this shadow represented one of the nine methods, 【God-Demon Holy Fetus】, so the large seal held in its palm was...

"That is called the Primordial Seal!" Ye Jinzhao said in a deep voice.

Black and white give birth to the elixir mother, gods and demons form the sacred embryo.

There is a thing perfectly formed, originally born of the Primordial.

The soul-aspect is born of the Primordial.

The God-Demon Sacred Embryo is the method of exhausting the mysteries of the soul-aspect, reversing the acquired to return to the Primordial, and defying the human body to become an immortal.

"The Nine Vessels are not ordinary magical treasures; they cannot be understood in themselves, just like the nine great inner elixir methods..." "The Primordial Seal is one of the Nine Vessels, and it is also the nemesis of the God-Demon Sacred Embryo..." Ye Jinzhao's voice became hoarse and low.

The soul-aspect is originally born of the Primordial; once this seal appears, it overcomes gods and demons.

"The Primordial Seal!?" Zhang Fan was lost in thought.

The clues left behind by Zhao Jiexuan are also related to this seal; in other words, he was also looking for this item.

"Zhang Laoer searched for a lifetime... even on his deathbed, he could not forget it, searching for this great seal..."

Ye Jinzhao's state gradually became somewhat wrong; a smile hung on his face, and his eyes became somewhat manic.

"It's a pity, until the fall of the Southern Zhang, he never managed to find this great seal."

The Nine Vessels, like the nine methods, have their own predestined fate in the dark, which cannot be obtained by human will.

Perhaps that thing is hidden in some corner of this world, waiting for that truly predestined person.

"He died, but Li Lao San did not give up, walking through all the famous mountains and rivers of the world... finally, there was a little harvest..."

!

Ye Jinzhao leaned into Zhang Fan's ear, and suddenly a strange fragrance came, but in an instant, that strange fragrance became incomparably foul.

"Do you know... do you know where the Primordial Seal is most likely to be?"

"Where!?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and looked at Ye Jinzhao.

"Mount Zhenwu!"

Ye Jinzhao grinned, squeezing a strange smile onto his wrinkled face, which made Zhang Fan feel terrified.

"Mount Zhenwu!?"

Zhang Fan had thought of many possibilities, but he never expected to hear this name from Ye Jinzhao's mouth.

"Chu Chaoran is a very interesting person..."

"When he was young, he was not the type to follow the rules; he was unrestrained, lawless, and almost never associated with people in the orthodox circle..."

Ye Jinzhao changed the subject and suddenly mentioned that Pure Yang Zhenren.

Chu Chaoran's status in the current Daoist world is too high, too distant, and even appears too transcendent.

He is clearly in this life, standing in this realm, but he cannot be mentioned in the same breath as everyone else, even his peers, as if he were a person from two different worlds and two different eras.

"He has been to that village of the Wu Wei Sect, entered the ancestral grave of the Long Hu Zhang family, and even found the ancestral temple of the Wu Wei Sect..."

"Some say he hides secrets that cannot be seen by others."

Ye Jinzhao slowly straightened his body, moved away from Zhang Fan, and a manic smile still lingered on his face.

"Some say?" Zhang Fan's expression was strange, and the figure of Chu Chaoran appeared in his mind.

"Senior, is the Primordial Seal really on Mount Zhenwu?" Zhang Fan asked for confirmation.

"Li Lao San mentioned several places back then; Mount Zhenwu is the most likely."

Zhang Fan heard this and remained silent.

"Alright, I'm old, it's time to sleep, you go."

Ye Jinzhao muttered faintly, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

This meeting and conversation were somewhat inexplicable, without beginning or end, but for Zhang Fan, it was extremely important.

At the very least, he knew the thing in the world today that could best restrain his father and him, which was that Primordial Seal.

"Senior..."

Zhang Fan bowed, just about to pay his respects, when suddenly, Ye Jinzhao waved his sleeves, and a gust of gale wind rose suddenly, like a giant hand pushing Zhang Fan off the ten-thousand-foot cliff, and then the wind carried him, as he only heard the wind whistling in his ears.

The next moment, Zhang Fan landed directly on his buttocks, falling into a mess, and landed on the Louguan Terrace.

"Damn it... this fucking..."

Zhang Fan rubbed his buttocks and cursed; it was only because of his Great Being realm cultivation that he survived, if it were anyone else, they would probably have fallen until their internal organs bled.

"This old..."

Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, just about to curse again to satisfy himself, when he looked up and saw Ye Beichen looking at him coldly.

"Old people just have strong hands." Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

"Senior..."

"You go, I have nothing more to say to you." Ye Beichen immediately issued an order to evict the guest.

"..."

Zhang Fan curled his lips; he had nothing to say either, as the Ye Three Tian Shi before him could be considered his father's love rival.

"Pah, he's not even a love rival." Zhang Fan cursed inwardly.

The matter in Chang'an came to an end, and Zhang Fan returned to the Yingbin Hotel, packed his luggage, took Lin Jianyue's soul-aspect, and prepared to return home, first heading back to Yujing City.

That night, Brothers Qi Delong also booked a flight, intending to travel with Zhang Fan.

The night deepened.

Mount Zhongnan gradually fell into silence, and tourists were long gone from the mountain.

A bright moon hung high, and the clear moonlight shone alone on the ten-thousand-foot precipice.

Whoosh...

Suddenly, a wisp of mountain wind blew, and Ye Jinzhao, who was sitting like a living dead man, slowly opened his eyes.

Suddenly, his brows twitched, and he saw that in the vast night, under the eerie moonlight, there was actually a figure standing alone in the distance, with his hands behind his back.

"Who are you? How could you come here?" A trace of surprise appeared in Ye Jinzhao's eyes.

With his cultivation, he could not see the origin of the other party; that person seemed to be hidden in the darkness, his aura not leaking a single bit, truly like a god shining alone, his will encompassing all.

"Ye Jinzhao, you have lived long enough, haven't you?"

Just at this moment, that indifferent voice rang out faintly in the night.

In the darkness, that mysterious figure slowly turned around.

Late night, Chang'an International Airport.

Zhang Fan and Brothers Qi Delong had just finished checking in and were preparing to go through security.

"Brother Fan, Brother Qi, when I have achieved success in my cultivation, I will definitely go see you." Qin Ergou came to see them off.

He had just started, and originally could not get away, but fortunately, with one word from Meng Qiwu, he was brought out.

"Cultivate well on Mount Zhongnan, brother believes in you."

Zhang Fan patted Qin Ergou on the shoulder and encouraged him.

He had high hopes for Qin Ergou.

"When you arrive in Yujing, I will introduce you to a friend; he will definitely like you very much." Zhang Fan grinned and laughed.

"A friend?"

"His name is Li Yishan."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan turned around, looked at Meng Qiwu, and whispered: "Beautiful Meng, our Ergou is entrusted to you; please make sure to take care of him for me, otherwise..."

"I will expose you!"

"..."

"Can you stop threatening me all the time." Meng Qiwu's teeth itched with hatred, and just as she was about to flare up, her phone suddenly rang.

She took out her phone, and a text message popped up.

Meng Qiwu only glanced at it, and her expression changed drastically.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Fan saw that her expression was not right, so he leaned over, and after just one glance, his gaze jumped, revealing an expression of disbelief.

"Ye Jinzhao, dead!?"

(End of chapter)