Chapter 78

The Heavenly Lord is enraged, black clouds span the sky.

A bolt of lightning tore through the firmament, like a ferocious python, like a wicked dragon lashing its tail. The brilliant radiance was dazzling and terrifying, illuminating the vast dark night, and it actually struck toward the direction where Wu Wu Qilu was located.

"Struck by lightning for showing off!?"

In the blink of an eye, such a thought surged in Zhang Fan's heart.

Wu Wu Qilu was such an expert; he reacted in an instant, but no matter how fast his reaction was, how could it be faster than lightning?

Rumble...

With an explosive sound, the place where Wu Wu Qilu stood shattered violently, and the terrifying fluctuations stirred up wind and fire.

Everyone's expression changed suddenly. Looking closely again, the huge deep pit was empty, with only scorched black earth; where was there even a shadow of a person!?

"Blasted to death?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened, filled with astonishment, and he couldn't help but look at the sky.

This thunder came too coincidentally; it actually blasted the dignified 【Wu Ma】 of the Thirteen Zodiacs into nothingness!?

Hum...

In an instant, the talisman shackles trapped on Zhang Fan, Jiang Hu, and Xiao Qiji all dissipated like smoke and clouds vanishing.

"This is too lucky." Jiang Hu curled his lips, feeling it was unbelievable.

"The Heavenly Dao is vast; evil cannot suppress good."

Xiao Qiji was righteous and awe-inspiring, as if he had insight into the profound mysteries. He looked up at the sky, his eyes revealing a trace of deep awe.

"Stop acting like your mother!?"

Zhang Fan glanced sideways and thought to himself.

Beep... Beep...

At this moment, a burst of urgent police sirens sounded. Zhang Fan looked up and saw police cars, fire trucks, and cars bearing the Dao Alliance emblem arriving in a grand procession, driving into the Shen family estate.

"Did you call them?" Jiang Hu looked at Xiao Qiji. The latter didn't speak, just nodded.

"Can you call people earlier next time?"

Zhang Fan couldn't help but mutter. The matter here was already over, so why come?

"Next time? There's a next time?" Xiao Qiji narrowed his eyes and said, "Do you know that this time was already a desperate gamble? If there had been the slightest carelessness, it would have been a disaster for the human world. By then, how many..."

"Alright, alright... do you think we want to have a next time with you?"

Jiang Hu raised his hand, interrupting Xiao Qiji's preaching.

As the words fell, his hand was still hanging in mid-air when a pair of silver handcuffs were cuffed on.

"What are you doing..."

"No... we are good people..."

Zhang Fan lowered his head and hurriedly tried to explain. Without much more to say, he was already taken into the car.

"I've lived this long and have never been inside before."

"The first time is strange, the second time is familiar; you'll get used to it."

In the car, Jiang Hu leaned against the window, head tilted back, closing his eyes to rest.

After entering the station, those responsible for interrogating them were not police officers, but two Daoist priests from the Dao Alliance. After all, handling such matters was the responsibility of the relevant departments.

Regarding the 【Mysterious Sword Precious Record】, Zhang Fan could only be vague. After all, everything that happened in the Lianfuguan involved secrets about himself and the Zhenwu Jade Tablet; he could only muddle through as best he could.

"I muddled... I fainted!"

"Fainted?" The two slightly older Daoist priests looked at each other, then stared suspiciously at Zhang Fan.

After questioning for half an hour, this kid either said he fainted or that he had a headache and amnesia and couldn't remember.

"I have a history of amnesia... it's normal that I can't remember. If you don't believe me, you can go check."

"..."

At this moment, a knock on the door came, and a police officer walked in, whispering a few words in their ears.

The two Daoist priests looked at each other, then picked up the confession and walked to Zhang Fan.

"Sign it, you can go."

"I can go just like this?" Zhang Fan asked, stunned.

"What? Do you want to stay the night?"

"I won't take up the space."

Zhang Fan chuckled and signed a scrawled signature. Just as he walked out of the interrogation room, he happened to see Jiang Hu walking out of another room.

The two arrived at the lobby and saw that Bai Buran had been waiting for a long time.

"Sorry for the trouble."

Bai Buran pressed Zhang Fan and Jiang Hu, bowed, and took them away.

"Bai Buran... that expelled disciple of Zhenwu Mountain. I didn't expect him to be hiding in Bai Yujing City."

The two Dao Alliance priests watched Bai Buran's departing figure, their eyes narrowing slightly.

"True Person Liu of Zhenwu Mountain called personally... although this person was expelled from Zhenwu Mountain, the friendship is still there."

At this moment, the other Daoist priest spoke up.

"I don't think so... what kind of person is Liu Liu Nan Xu? Among the three Celestial Masters of Zhenwu Mountain, he is the youngest and also the most intolerant of evil. He doesn't look highly upon Bai Buran."

One of the Daoist priests shook his head and said, "It was very clear on the phone..."

"That little ghost named Zhang Fan is a disciple of their Zhenwu Mountain. If he really has a problem, Zhenwu Mountain is willing to take full responsibility."

"Zhang Fan... that reckless little ghost from just now?" The other Daoist priest raised an eyebrow, looked toward the gate, and couldn't help but show a strange expression.

"Liu Liu Nan Xu, a dignified Celestial Master, actually called personally to vouch for such a little ghost!?"

"Who exactly is he?" "Hard to say." One of the Daoist priests sighed gloomily.

"Next year on the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, the higher-ups are going to reopen Long Hu Shan... now the undercurrents are surging, and the major mountain sects are already preparing... cultivating one or two disciples is nothing..."

"Some are public, while others are hidden..."

Nowadays, the Daoist sects of the world are a hundred schools of thought contending, and it is time for newcomers to make their mark. Those with greater fame include Xia Weisheng of Zhenwu Mountain, An Wuyang of Mount Zhongnan, and the two brothers Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang of Mount Laojun...

These seedlings have long since risen to fame and enjoy prestige among the younger generation of Daoists.

But these are all on the surface. Any major sect will not put all their eggs in one basket; what kind of characters they cultivate in private, outsiders do not know.

Just like Chu Chu Chaoran; back then at Zhenwu Mountain, he also didn't show his mountain or reveal his water...

As a result...

"Before the age of twenty-five, Chu Chaoran was unknown... but in the battle of Mount Mangdang, five of the older generation of the Thirteen Zodiacs died at his hands..."

"Even the 【Immortal】 at that time couldn't suppress him. From that battle, he became famous, and the whole world knew him."

The Thirteen Zodiacs are headed by a person; his code name is 【Immortal】.

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"Are you saying this Zhang Fan is a disciple secretly cultivated by Zhenwu Mountain?" The other Daoist priest's expression became strange.

"He's too reckless; this little ghost has a body full of bad habits, where is there even a bit of the appearance of a cultivator?"

Just now, as soon as he sat down, this little ghost actually asked them if they smoked!?

"..."

"This... forget it. We cannot refuse to give face to Zhenwu Mountain, after all, True Person Chu is still sitting in command there."

The two Daoist priests looked at each other, then shook their heads. Such a big thing happened to the Shen family; tonight is destined to be sleepless.

On the way back, Lao Yu was driving the Wuling Wuling Hongguang, while Bai Buran sat in the passenger seat, looking displeased, looking at the back seat from time to time.

"I let you two go to deliver goods, and you caused such a big mess for me? Do you not want to work anymore?"

"Boss, the Shen family was killing and setting fires... we are the victims, alright." Zhang Fan couldn't help but say.

"How come you are everywhere?" Bai Buran stared at the rearview mirror and glared fiercely at Zhang Fan.

Before Zhang Fan came, his business was booming and smooth sailing.

Ever since Zhang Fan came, good heavens, the trouble has never stopped.

The matter of the He family going out to refine the dragon vein had just subsided not long ago, and now the matter of the Shen family's 【Mysterious Sword Precious Record】 could be considered to have completely given Ye Buliang a name at the Dao Alliance.

"Just watch, wait to be invited for tea by the relevant departments in the future." Bai Buran said helplessly.

"Boss, you have such great face; a single word actually made the Dao Alliance release people." Jiang Hu still understood some worldly wisdom and hurriedly smiled.

"Keep a low profile, don't go out and talk nonsense." Bai Buran said inscrutably.

"Of course, I also have to thank that little guy from the Maoshan Maoshan Shangqing Sect for testifying for you."

"Xiao Qiji!?"

Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan looked at each other.

The Wuling Wuling Hongguang sped on the elevated road, and in just half an hour, it sent Jiang Hu and Zhang Fan home respectively.

At the entrance of Hongfu Hongfu Huayuan, Zhang Fan got out of the car and said goodbye to Bai Buran and Lao Yu.

Watching Zhang Fan's departing back, Bai Buran opened the car window and lit a cigarette. A spark of fire lit up, and smoke was exhaled, drifting out from the car window.

"Lao Yu, did you see it? This kid is different..."

"Different? How is he different?" Yu Fu raised an eyebrow, subconsciously looking at Zhang Fan who was gradually moving away, staring at that figure slowly walking into the night.

"Brows emitting white light, spirit refining True Yang!" Bai Buran said in a deep voice.

Yuan Shen refining True Yang, three returns and nine turns, is like steel forged a hundred times. Only with extremely deep skill can one have this strange phenomenon, brows emitting white light.

The alchemy books say, white light often emits from between the brows, refining True Yang to emerge from the impermanent.

Ancient alchemy masters, whose cultivation reached an unfathomable realm, could have immeasurable light born between their brows, capable of illuminating all kinds of false appearances in the world. Seeing and hearing is attaining the Dao; the Daoist scriptures call it the realm of 【Empty Room Giving Birth to White】.

Now, a faint light is subtly emerging between Zhang Fan's brows, which shows that his attainments and cultivation in 【Shu Tu】 are already extremely deep.

One must know, some 【Shu Tu】, even if they master twelve minor arts and step into the 【Uncle Xuan Shi】 rank, may not necessarily have the appearance of 【Brows Giving Birth to White Light】.

"How long has it been since he practiced 【Tian Peng Ya】? This..." Lao Yu's brows tightened even more. He did not doubt Bai Buran's judgment at all, but was just surprised at Zhang Fan's progress.

Such cultivation speed is simply incredible.

"The heartless produces great use, having things does not connect to the spirit... the quantity and strength of techniques have never been the standard for measuring cultivation..."

Bai Buran shook his head and said, "Even some alchemy masters don't bother to practice techniques and supernatural powers at all. Once the realm is reached, all means are at their fingertips."

"Zhang Fan... this trip, he has indeed become different."

Bai Buran looked at the entrance of Hongfu Hongfu Huayuan, the car window slowly rose, and the Wuling Wuling Hongguang slowly drove away.

At this moment, at Zhang Fan's home.

In the room, the sleeping pill bottle left by Zhang Lingzong was on the table, and the gold-foil-wrapped pills were scattered across the table.

Zhang Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, lost in thought.

In the darkness, the faint moonlight shone through the window, reflecting on his face, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"I seem to... remember some things..."

Zhang Fan whispered to himself, his right hand pinching his fingers into a seal, but he dragged a black and white streamer in the air, drawing a strange talisman pattern.

"Drawing talismans in the void, breaking mountains and suppressing peaks!!!"

(End of chapter)