Chapter 411

The bright sun hangs high in the sky, and the red and white high-speed train is like an angry dragon, speeding on the railway leading to 【Xijiang Province】.

Zhang Fan sits in the window seat, looking at the undulating mountains outside the window, stretching and extending; the local customs and atmosphere have already changed.

At this moment, he has already entered the territory of 【Xijiang Province】, but his mood has gradually changed.

After all, the ancestral home of the Daoist sects, the world's number one noble family, the Long Hu Mountain Zhang family, has lived here for generations.

"Long Hu Mountain..." Zhang Fan murmurs softly.

Eighty years ago, the great calamity of the Daoist sects occurred; the incense of Long Hu Mountain was cut off, and it became empty overnight. From then on, the Zhang family was divided between the north and the south.

His ancestors left their homeland, abandoned Xijiang, turned to Jiangnan, and from then on, their native land was gone, and the incense was difficult to continue.

Ten years ago, their family also returned to Long Hu...

Right at the foot of Long Hu Mountain, the great calamity suddenly arrived; Li Linglang died and became empty, Zhang Lingzong was seriously injured, and he also fell into the Great Night of No Light; the family was broken and people died, all in the blink of an eye.

It is no exaggeration to say that eighty years have passed, and this place has been affecting the fate of the Zhang family, never leaving for generations, closely related.

Now, Zhang Fan has stepped into the land of Xijiang again, and he cannot help but feel many emotions, his thoughts inexplicable.

This piece of land seems to hide an inexplicable power, pulling him, guiding him, affecting him...

The bright moon was there at that time, once shining on the return of the colorful clouds.

At this moment, for some reason, Zhang Fan suddenly remembers the ancient painting he saw at the Qin family in Huizhou—the last Celestial Master, Zhang Taixu, turning his back on Long Hu Mountain, looking back from afar...

That one look was a lifetime; he never stepped on his native land again for the rest of his life.

Thinking of that back now, it has a long rhythm and a special flavor.

No wonder Zhang Wang stood in front of that painting for a long time back then.

Drip, drip, drip...

Just at this moment, Zhang Fan's phone rang. He opened it, and Li Yishan's message jumped out.

On the interface of the dialogue box, Zhang Fan had sent more than a dozen voice messages, all from a day or two ago.

These two days, when he got the time, he told Li Yishan about what happened on Zhenwu Mountain.

"Where the hell did you go? Just throw your phone away," Zhang Fan sent a sentence.

"Didn't expect... didn't expect..." Li Yishan replied.

Clearly, he was shocked and surprised by what happened on Zhenwu Mountain.

"There is definitely the Wu Wei Sect involved in this; didn't you hear any wind at all?" Zhang Fan could not help but ask.

No matter what, Li Yishan is also a contemporary Ren Xiao and can be considered a high-level member of the Wu Wei Sect.

Silence...

A long silence...

Zhang Fan only saw "The other party is typing..." displayed on the dialogue box.

A moment later, Li Yishan sent three words over.

"I am not worthy!"

Immediately after, Li Yishan asked again: "You are going to Xijiang Province now, to Mount Sanqing?"

"Yes," Zhang Fan replied.

Yu Xuanji is a great scourge after all. Chu Zhenren said that the rolling red dust is the soil that nourishes the three-corpse spirits, and the soul is the great medicine refined by the red dust. Once it merges with a compatible soul, it can produce boundless changes.

If Yu Xuanji does not die, Zhang Fan will never be at peace in his heart.

"You ran to someone else's territory to kill someone else's successor; this trip is not easy," Li Yishan says in a deep voice.

"Especially that place, Xijiang Province, it is too complicated."

Zhang Fan remains silent; he naturally knows what Li Yishan means.

The Feng Shui pattern of Xijiang Province is a unique existence in the whole country.

Its terrain is like a giant closed basin, like a treasure basin.

Backed by 【Nanling】, it is the ancestral mountain dragon vein, the southern dry dragon derived from Mount Kunlun, forming the image of Xuanwu.

The Luoxiao Mountains and the Wuyi Mountains surround it from left and right, forming the images of the Azure Dragon and the White Tiger.

Where the Gan River flows into the Yangtze River, Mount Lu is the water-mouth mountain, and Poyang Lake is the water-mouth lake, locking the luck and forming the image of the Vermilion Bird.

Such a hub where dragon veins converge, a Feng Shui treasure land with all four images complete, is unique in the whole country.

Precisely because of this, since ancient times, Xijiang Province has been a place where the incense of the Daoist sects is prosperous, with many sects and a mixture of dragons and snakes.

Among the thirty-six grotto-heavens of the Daoist sects, Xijiang Province occupies five, and among the seventy-two blessed lands, it occupies thirteen.

Besides Long Hu Mountain, there are also Mount Sanqing, Mount Magu, Mount Gezao, and other Daoist sects, all of which are famous and have a long inheritance.

Precisely because of this, from ancient times to the present, Xijiang Province has been a place where the Daoist sects must fight for incense.

"I have a plan in my heart."

Zhang Fan had just typed a line of text when Li Yishan's message jumped out.

"Why don't you wait, wait for me to come back, and I will go to Xijiang with you. If you and I join forces, killing her will not be a problem."

Zhang Fan's heart stirred; he deleted the message he had just compiled and asked: "Where are you?"

"Taishui Village!"

Zhang Fan's eyes condensed slightly, and he pursued the question: "What are you doing in Taishui Village?"

"Of course, I am looking for the entrance to the ancestral temple of the Wu Wei Sect; that place might hide the method to crack the Three-Corpse Scourge," Li Yishan replied.

Ever since he learned that Zhang Fan had practiced 【Three Corpses Illuminating Fate】, successfully merged his spirits, and the three corpses had become a scourge, he began to study how to help him break the calamity.

Just as Chu Chaoran said, if there is a method to break the calamity hidden in this world, perhaps there are only two places.

One is Long Hu Mountain.

The other is the ancestral temple of the Wu Wei Sect.

It's just that that place is extremely secretive; the Daoist sects have fought with it for thousands of years and have never found it.

Li Yishan, as a contemporary Ren Xiao, vaguely felt that the entrance to that place was in Taishui Village, so he went alone.

This was taking a huge risk.

"Your risk is no smaller than mine," Zhang Fan says in a deep voice.

The high-level members within the Wu Wei Sect are extremely disapproving of this Ren Xiao, just like their attitude toward his mother back then.

Now, the situation of Li Yishan and Zhang Fan is very similar to that of the Three-Corpse Daoist and Chu Chaoran back then.

The Daoist sects view them as an outer path, and the internal members of the Wu Wei Sect also do not approve.

Returning to Taishui Village at this time is truly too risky.

"Why don't you wait for a while? After I kill Yu Xuanji, I will accompany you?" Zhang Fan suggested.

"Hahaha..."

Li Yishan sent three "ha" characters over.

"Don't forget, I practice 【Jia lives, Gui dies】; when it comes to saving my life, I am stronger than you."

Zhang Fan remains silent; he does not deny this point.

"Returning this time, I also want to inquire about the news of that reserve sect leader."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Fan could not help but be moved, remembering again the mysterious figure he saw at the Taishui Temple that day.

That person sat on the divine altar, his soul already divided; clearly, the Great Method of Dividing the Soul had already been mastered.

Perhaps, that person is the reserve sect leader truly cultivated by the Wu Wei Sect.