Chapter 505

Under the shallow night, incense gathered and dispersed before the temple, and killing intent rose and fell in an instant.

When the cold and indifferent voice rang in everyone's ears, the palm that the Fatty was about to drop suddenly stiffened, and he felt an indescribable terror, as if originating from the instinct of life, instantly grip his heart.

Hum...

In an instant, even the phantom of the yellow weasel behind him couldn't help but let out a sharp and hurried hiss, its fur standing on end, its eyes filled with terror, subconsciously wanting to shrink back into the fat youth's body.

Everyone subconsciously turned their heads, followed the sound, and finally locked their gaze on Zhang Fan.

He stood there quietly, expressionless.

Under the night, Zhang Fan's eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without any sharp light, yet they seemed to reflect the endless long night, hiding a ghostly abyss.

He did not release any aura, but the heaviness and grandeur precipitated after experiencing life and death and tempering mountains and rivers, as well as the status pressure originating from the depths of his soul, having once held forbidden objects like the "black iron piece," was enough to make the shallow-cultivation yellow weasel feel great terror with just a trace of unintentional leakage.

"You..."

The Fatty only exchanged a glance with Zhang Fan and was struck as if by lightning; his fat body trembled violently, the blood on his face instantly faded, and the black Qi condensed at his fingertips instantly dissipated.

He retreated several steps, sat paralyzed on the ground, and his crotch quickly became wet; he was actually so scared that he lost control of his bladder.

"Since you delivered yourself to my door, thank you for nature's gift," Zhang Fan whispered.

As the words fell, an invisible fluctuation rose out of thin air, and the yellow weasel phantom hidden in the depths of the Fatty's soul-aspect shot into the sky, almost unable to resist, suddenly collapsing in that terrifying fluctuation, turning into flowing light, and being swallowed by Zhang Fan in one gulp.

The Divine Demon operated, black and white distinct; that faint flowing light was like sweet rain, nourishing Zhang Fan's Origin Palace, allowing the dried-up "riverbed" to recover a trace of vitality again.

Bang...

Almost at the same moment, the Fatty, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, fell straight down, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Refining the horse was originally about abandoning the physical body and entangling with the soul-aspect of a spirit-beast; once the latter was broken, one's own soul-aspect would naturally suffer a calamity and be difficult to preserve.

"This... this..."

The other few followers didn't understand; they were just ordinary people and naturally couldn't see the soul-aspect, let alone the collapse of the yellow weasel. However, the "Brother Biao" they relied on daily suddenly seemed possessed and lay down, so they all panicked.

"Brother... Brother Biao..."

"Go... hurry, send him to the hospital!"

Just then, two of the bolder ones hurriedly stepped forward, dragging the Fatty away, but their sidelong glances at Zhang Fan were filled with terror and strangeness.

Zhang Fan watched the fleeing figures, ignored them, turned, and walked away.

"Big Brother... Big Brother..."

Just then, the voice of the incense-selling youth came from behind, accompanied by a burst of hurried footsteps, and the youth caught up.

"What is it?"

"Big Brother, thank you for saving me just now," the youth said gratefully.

"It's nothing, I didn't do anything; that Fatty scared himself out of his wits, he was just a guy who was fierce in appearance but weak in reality," Zhang Fan waved his hand; he didn't want to create extra trouble, nor did he want to stay here any longer.

"But... that yellow weasel just now..." the incense-selling youth hesitated slightly, stammering.

"Hmm!?"

Zhang Fan's gaze condensed, he stopped abruptly, and looked back at the youth.

"You can see it?"

"Yes!" the incense-selling youth nodded, not hiding it.

Hum...

Just then, a fluctuation swept past, like a spring breeze brushing the face.

Suddenly, Zhang Fan saw a point of brilliance emerge from the youth's Spirit Platform, like the sun over spring mountains, like a sudden flash of spiritual light, hazy and unaware, empty yet wonderfully existent.

"Have you practiced the Dao?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Never." The incense-selling youth shook his head.

Once these words were spoken, Zhang Fan's gaze became even more curious; he had never practiced, yet his heart was like an innocent child, and he happened to have a natural soul-aspect and wonderful perception of the Spirit Platform.

Such a seedling, if in ancient times, would simply be a peerless great spiritual root and great foundation.

"Little brother, what is your name?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but become interested and asked.

"My name is Lu Xianyang!" the youth whispered.

It was dark.

Qin Huang City, Dao Alliance Branch Building.

Top-floor large conference room.

The light in the room was cold, and the atmosphere was so heavy it felt like it could drip water.

On the large metal conference table in the center, there lay an existence out of place with the surroundings—it was none other than the fat youth.

At this moment, his eyes were tightly closed, and there was only air coming out and no air going in between his mouth and nose; his whole body was limp like mud, as if all his bones and soul had been extracted.

"The soul-aspect is ruined; even if he survives, he will at most be a vegetable, and he has no cultivation, so he won't live long."

Just then, the middle-aged man at the head spoke.

He was about forty or fifty years old, wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and his hair was combed meticulously; he looked more like an elegant scholar or a successful businessman.

He was the president of the Qin Huang City Dao Alliance Branch, Zhao Qiming.

"This kid was refining the horse; President Zhao, fighting the Dao is fierce, and life and death are impermanent. Is this kind of thing worth calling me here for?"

Just then, a young woman with lingering charm beside him revealed a look of dissatisfaction.

She looked to be in her thirties, perhaps older in reality, but she was extremely well-maintained, with fair skin, a graceful figure, wearing a dark green gold-embroidered cheongsam, draped with a thin gauze shawl, and under her exquisite makeup was a sense of aloofness and scrutiny from someone who had long been in a superior position.

As a special envoy sent by the Dao Alliance Headquarters, Liu Ruyan had a very high opinion of herself; she couldn't understand why President Zhao would invite her over for such a small local matter.

"Special Envoy Liu, if it were a small matter, I naturally wouldn't trouble you."

Just then, an old woman who had been silent and gloomy spoke.

She was wearing colorful ethnic clothing embroidered with strange runes, holding an ebony snake-headed cane, and one of her eyes was actually emerald green, strangely unlike a human's.

"This kid was originally a novice who had just finished his apprenticeship under my hall; he had invited an immortal to his body and had some strength," Huang Sanpo said solemnly.

As the hall master of the local Yellow Immortal refining hall, she had plenty of disciples with such shallow foundations; it was just that they had offered a lot of wealth, so she had sent a yellow weasel that had just become a spirit to possess him, making the kid think he had obtained cultivation.

In the current world, there were many who refined the horse like this; they didn't need to practice at all, thinking that with the help of an immortal, they had achieved great supernatural powers, not knowing that they had long since become vessels for those spirit-beasts to practice.

Liu Ruyan heard this and was noncommittal, but a look of mockery appeared on her beautiful face.

Those who truly practiced the Dao looked down on these crooked paths.

"When something happened to him and it was reported below, I didn't care at first, but later..."

As she spoke, Huang Sanpo looked at Zhao Qiming.