Chapter 87: Secret of the Fierce God, Soul-Splitting Method (5k Chapter)

Black mist rises like a great demon, seeing the Fierce God in the underworld.

"Zhang Fan!?"

"How is it you? How could it be you?"

Xiong Ba's soul trembled like a wild flame. He stared dead at the Fierce God walking out of the black mist, simply unable to believe his eyes.

He never dreamed that the Fierce God suppressed in the Xiong family's ancestral hall would be Zhang Fan's appearance.

"Taiyi Dharma lineage, corresponding to the same Qi. The day I taught you this method, this meeting was destined."

In the black mist, the phantom that looked exactly like Zhang Fan swayed like an illusion, and the faint voice echoed in Xiong Ba's soul internal landscape.

Xiong Ba heard this and showed a look of confusion, but he only understood half of such words.

Could it be that the day this Fierce God taught him the Taiyi Crossing the Dead technique, he had already anticipated that he would meet Zhang Fan!?

"You... who exactly are you?" Xiong Ba's soul couldn't help but press.

Although this Fierce God had the same appearance as Zhang Fan, the feeling was worlds apart. Clearly, they were not the same person.

"Bring him here." In the black mist, that strange figure spoke.

"Who? Zhang Fan?" Xiong Ba was suspicious.

Hum...

Just then, the black mist surged suddenly, like a wild tide, collapsing crazily.

"Wait... wait..."

Xiong Ba's soul vibrated violently, and he immediately returned from the internal landscape.

When he opened his eyes, he was still in the Xiong family ancestral hall. Incense smoke curled, candlelight jumped, and two stretched shadows pressed in front of his eyes.

Xiong Ba looked up and saw Xiong Qianxing and Ming Chenxuan, who didn't know when they had also walked in.

"Xiong Ba, when did you come back?" Xiong Qianxing's face showed a smile, and he said lightly.

"Just came back." Xiong Ba's voice was a bit dry.

During the last fight in the clan, he had suffered a lot in Xiong Qianxing's hands.

"Came back and didn't come over to say hello? Is it because you don't put me in your eyes?"

Xiong Qianxing's gaze narrowed, his voice becoming cold. Now there was an evil fire in his heart with nowhere to vent. Just as someone sent themselves to the door, he naturally wouldn't let it go.

Persimmons should be pinched by the soft ones.

"I didn't have time..." Xiong Ba stood up and hurriedly explained.

"Didn't have time?" Xiong Qianxing sneered: "I'll give you a slap now, and then apologize to you. Do you think that counts as having time?"

"You..."

Xiong Ba heard this and couldn't help but change color: "Don't bully people too much."

"Bullying you, so what?" Xiong Qianxing laughed. If it were a normal day, he really wouldn't put Xiong Ba in his eyes, but today, he had to vent his evil fire.

"You're unlucky to run into this." Ming Chenxuan looked at Xiong Ba with some sympathy.

"Come over..."

Xiong Qianxing interlaced his five fingers, making a creaking sound, gave Xiong Ba a wink, and shouted in a commanding tone.

"Xiong Qianxing, don't think I'm easy to bully." Xiong Ba gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

"Hehe, I just think you're easy to bully."

Xiong Qianxing's gaze turned cold. He pinched seals and opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of Shen Yinfeng turbid Qi. It was clearly the Xiong family's 【Pouring Shen Yinfeng】.

This was his specialty Daoist technique, a mouthful of turbid Qi, not knowing how many corpses and bones it had quenched, refined by collecting Yin. Once the Shen Yinfeng entered the brain, evil diseases would inevitably arise suddenly.

"You forced me."

Xiong Ba's face sank suddenly. The previously dodging eyes actually flashed with a fierce look.

In these days, he had followed Zhang Fan, practiced the Taiyi Crossing the Dead technique, and his Daoist methods had improved. His courage naturally grew a bit. Immediately, a cavity of hot blood surged. Facing the rolling Shen Yinfeng turbid Qi, he didn't retreat, but stepped out first and moved first.

Rumble...

Just then, there seemed to be gray mist in Xiong Ba's palm. The temperature of the surrounding air dropped suddenly. In a trance, the gray mist condensed and gathered, actually like a knife, easily tearing that mouthful of Shen Yinfeng turbid Qi apart.

"This is... 【Gathering Yin into Evil】!?"

Xiong Qianxing's expression changed drastically. Looking at this scene, he simply couldn't believe it.

The Xiong family's Daoist techniques were all methods of refining Yin, including this mouthful of turbid Qi.

Gathering Yin into evil was already an extremely profound skill. By comparison, his mouthful of turbid Qi wasn't even worth a fart.

"How is it possible!?" A voice seemed to be roaring in Xiong Qianxing's heart.

This marginal figure who wasn't even a direct descendant, who was his loser just a few days ago in the clan fight, how could he possess such means now?

Hum...

Too late to think, Xiong Ba had already flashed to the front like a ghost. The Shen Yinfeng roared, the evil spirit surged, and the terrifying power slammed into Xiong Qianxing's abdomen.

Immediately, he felt as if he were in an ice cellar. A mouthful of blood sprayed out, his kidneys began to wither, his essence scattered, and his hair instantly became withered and yellow and fell off.

This is the symptom of Profound Yin entering the body and evil spirit causing disease.

Bang...

With a loud noise, Xiong Qianxing flew out, then landed heavily, spraying another mouthful of old blood, his face becoming incomparably pale.

"Young Master Xing!"

Ming Chenxuan's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly stepped forward to help, but his fearful, dodging gaze stared dead at Xiong Ba.

He had not expected that such an incredible turn of events would occur in a no-brainer slaughter of weaklings.

That waste... he was actually hiding his strength!?

"You... you actually pretended to be a pig to eat the tiger!?"

Xiong Qianxing, supported by Ming Chenxuan, stood up staggeringly, his gaze staring dead at Xiong Ba.

He had to admit that he had underestimated this waste.

"Xiong Qianxing, who do you think you are? Can you really run rampant?" Xiong Ba succeeded in one move and instantly had confidence.

"If you dare to play rough with me again in the future, it won't be as easy as today."

At this moment, Xiong Ba suddenly had a feeling of being proud and elated. The haze and depression of being bullied in the past were swept away. His spine seemed to straighten, and in the dark, his temperament became somewhat different.

"Get out."

Such words, in the past, no matter what, he wouldn't have dared to say, but today, facing Xiong Qianxing who had bullied him, he said it sonorously and forcefully.

Xiong Qianxing's face changed again and again, gritting his teeth, and could only leave the ancestral hall in a gray manner.

"I've become stronger."

Xiong Ba looked at Xiong Qianxing's retreating figure and looked at his own hands.

Just now, although he relied on the evil spirit Zhang Fan passed to him to defeat Xiong Qianxing, he also knew that it was precisely because of these days of hard cultivation that his true Yang was gradually sufficient, his soul was gradually strong, and his cultivation was advancing by leaps and bounds, so he could control such power.

"Zhang Fan!"

Xiong Ba was lost in thought, chewing on this name, subconsciously looking at the ancient jar at the highest point of the ancestral hall shrine, and then a look of determination flashed in his eyes, and he strode out of the Xiong family ancestral hall.

Faint incense smoke produces green smoke, just need to light the red candle.

After a while, Xiong Guanchen and Xiong Baoping walked in.

The gray-haired Xiong Guanchen hunched his body, looking at the blood stains on the ground, but a sharp light surged in his turbid eyes.

"Refining Yin into evil... besides my Xiong family's direct descendants, are there such seedlings?"

"Father..." Xiong Baoping was moved.

Refining Yin into evil, among the direct descendants of the Xiong family, it's not that one can take out a pile of people who can reach this level of means.

"There are talents outside the direct line." Xiong Guanchen said solemnly.

"Back then, Ming Chengjun also realized unique skills like 【Ghost Gate Divine Needles】 after leaving the Ming family..."

"And Sanqi... he wasn't a direct descendant back then either..."

Speaking of this, Xiong Guanchen's old face trembled slightly, showing a look of regret.

"Yinshan Ghost King, Xiong Sanqi."

Back then in Yujing City, he was a famous figure. Within three generations of the Xiong family, no one could surpass him. With the power of one person, he could suppress a group of direct descendants of the Xiong family.

"Father, I admit his talent is indeed terrifying, but with his temperament, if he stays in the Xiong family, it will definitely be a disaster..." Xiong Baoping gritted his teeth.

Even though he was now the head of the Xiong family, he had to admit that Xiong Sanqi's strength was far above his.

Perhaps it was because of this reality that he couldn't imagine what the Xiong family would be like if it were in Xiong Sanqi's hands.

"Back then Xiong Sanqi, and that group of people like the Nine-Finger Talisman Demon, followed..."

"Alright..."

Xiong Guanchen raised his hand, interrupting the past he was tracing, seemingly unwilling to mention it.

"That little guy just now is called Xiong Ba, right."

"Hmm, he was originally practicing with Gu Yuming." Xiong Baoping nodded.

"Being in an outer sect, yet having such talent, could it be another Xiong Sanqi?" Xiong Guanchen couldn't help but sigh: "Perhaps, the Xiong family's method of cultivating talent has a problem."

"Father, a monster like Xiong Sanqi is just an individual case. From a long-term perspective, concentrating resources and cultivating direct descendants is still the optimal solution for the family's inheritance and prosperity." Xiong Baoping said solemnly.

The Xiong family has been passed down for so many generations, and it's not that they only produced one 【Yinshan Ghost King】...

Xiong Sanqi is already an anomaly and cannot be viewed as ordinary, otherwise, he wouldn't have resolutely left the Xiong family back then, and even followed that man, dominating the Southeast, pushing across seven provinces without rivals, and causing countless enemies.

"Regardless... give that little guy called Xiong Ba a little promotion." Xiong Guanchen said solemnly.

He didn't want the Xiong Sanqi incident of that year to repeat itself. As long as it is a talent, whether inside or outside, one should still win them over.

"I've noted it." Xiong Baoping nodded. "Also... those little guys below should be rectified. With such a state of mind, how can they practice and see the Dao?" Xiong Guanchen changed the subject, his voice becoming cold as frost.

Xiong Baoping was silent, just nodded. He knew the old man was naturally talking about disciples like Xiong Qianxing. With such a state of mind, in a big clan like the Xiong family, they must not be a minority.

The status of a direct descendant and a comfortable life made these people forget their duty as Daoist practitioners, raising bad habits of being bossy.

"It really should be rectified." Xiong Baoping nodded.

Near evening, Taoyuan Plaza office building, people walked out one after another, but the lights on most floors were still on. After all, companies that don't work overtime only exist in science fiction movies.

"Zhang Fan, after work, I'll treat you to 【Contentment and Happiness】. A new person came there..."

Jiang Hu swayed his chair, leaned over to Zhang Fan, and lowered his voice.

It must be said that after this 【Contentment and Happiness】 foot massage shop opened in Taoyuan Plaza, business was indeed booming...

Washing to welcome guests from all over the world, health care for heroes. In just one month, Jiang Hu became a regular there.

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"New person?"

"Looks watery, professional technique, miserable life experience... I'll book her from now on." Jiang Hu whispered.

"Miserable life experience?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. He felt like he had heard Li Yishan say this kind of thing.

"Right, this girl..."

"A gambling dad, a sick mom, a young brother, a sensible her. If I don't help her, who will?" Zhang Fan said subconsciously.

"Damn... how did you know?" Jiang Hu shouted.

"I have a friend, I'll introduce you to each other another day." Zhang Fan rolled his eyes and said lightly.

"Friend? What do you mean?" Jiang Hu looked puzzled.

"Dad's dad is a monster, dad's mom is a monster, mom's dad..."

Just then, a pleasant ringtone rang out violently in the quiet office.

Zhang Fan picked up his phone and saw the caller ID was Xiong Ba.

"Hello."

"Is it convenient to talk?"

Xiong Ba's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Wait a moment."

Zhang Fan looked left and right, stood up and walked out of the company, came to the corridor, and whispered: "What's the matter? Say it."

"I..."

Xiong Ba paused for a while, organized his words, and told everything he encountered in the Xiong family ancestral hall exactly as it was.

"【Fierce God】!?" Zhang Fan's brows jumped violently, and he instantly thought of the box he brought back from the Ming family's old house. On the slip of paper inside were written eight characters:

Great Night Without Light, Fierce God Can Be Solved.

"Are you sure you didn't see it wrong?" Zhang Fan's expression became strange.

"Absolutely didn't see it wrong. Your appearance, even if you turned into ashes, I could recognize you."

"..."

"How is this possible? How could there be another me?" Zhang Fan's brows almost knitted into a "chuan" shape.

"I also feel it's strange, so I immediately called to tell you."

Xiong Ba's voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How long has this... Fierce God been suppressed in your house?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"Ten years!"

"Ten years!?" Zhang Fan paused.

Ten years ago, he was just twelve years old.

"I know." Zhang Fan calmed down slightly and then exhorted: "Don't tell anyone about this."

"I understand, Brother Fan, what do you plan to do?" Xiong Ba recalled the Fierce God's exhortation.

"Let me sort it out, wait for my notice."

"Good." Xiong Ba said heavily and hung up the phone.

"Another me?"

Zhang Fan looked at the light on the phone screen and showed a look of confusion. He turned and returned to the company, seemingly still immersed in what Xiong Ba said.

"Off work, let's go."

Just then, Jiang Hu's voice came, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

At the same time, Bai Buran just walked out of the office, seemingly about to leave the company.

"You go first, I have something to do."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan hurriedly stood up and blocked Bai Buran's way.

"Boss, I have something I want to ask you."

"Work stuff? Why talk about work after work?" Bai Buran looked at the time and said: "Something tomorrow."

"Not work stuff." Zhang Fan curled his lips. Who the hell has a sick brain to talk to the boss about work after work.

"Come with me."

Bai Buran glanced and took Zhang Fan into the office.

"Damn? Is this rolling up?" Jiang Hu looked at the two walking into the office and muttered.

"Should we work overtime?" Wen He leaned over and said thoughtfully.

At this time, inside the office.

Bai Buran held a thermos, blew away the tea leaves floating on top, and took a small sip.

"Say it, what's the matter?"

"Boss, you have practiced for longer than us and are well-informed. I want to ask you something..."

Beside Zhang Fan, the elders he could consult... let's count them as elders, seemed to be only Bai Buran.

After all, in Night Without Light, Bai Buran's cultivation was the highest. Back then, he relied on a Five Thunders Orthodox Method to drink back 【Hai Pig】 Wang Tao.

"Encountered difficulties in cultivation?" Bai Buran chuckled.

In his view, Zhang Fan's cultivation speed was too fast, and it was normal to encounter difficulties. In fact, he should have encountered difficulties long ago.

"Not really..."

"..."

"Just have some doubts."

"What doubts?" Bai Buran put down the thermos and asked casually.

"Boss, do you think a person can have two souls?"

Zhang Fan hesitated slightly, but finally expressed the doubt in his heart.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Bai Buran raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but say: "The soul is born innately. A person only has one soul. How can it be possible to have two souls?"

The soul resides in the mysterious pass. Adding a hair or reducing a hair will cause a chain reaction, ranging from becoming a vegetable to death and disappearance.

Such a tiny change can have such a huge impact on the human body, not to mention possessing two souls.

"Possessing two souls... such a thing is simply a fantasy. I haven't heard of it... but I have heard of two people possessing one soul." Bai Buran changed the subject and suddenly said.

"The Laojun Mountain generation cultivated two disciples, who are brothers from the same mother, named Qi Delong and Qi Dongqiang..."

"I heard that they were born with a talent that can fuse the two souls into one, producing a 1+1 greater than 2 effect."

Bai Buran mentioned this secret, and he also clicked his tongue in wonder.

Soul fusion is no small matter, and the power formed is unimaginable. Because of this, these two Qi brothers have a not-weak reputation in the world's Daoist sects.

"Is there really none?" Zhang Fan was lost in thought, murmuring: "I understand."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan stood up to leave.

"However..."

Just then, Bai Buran changed the subject, pulling Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

"What?"

"When I was practicing on the mountain, I heard a strange story."

"What?"

"Have you heard of 【Three Corpses Illuminating Fate】?" Bai Buran asked instead of answering.

Zhang Fan shook his head, showing a look of confusion.

"That is the world's number one miraculous skill, ranking among the nine great legends..." Bai Buran's gaze was deep.

He naturally knew that in the Daoist sects of the world, only one person had practiced this skill in the past hundred years, and that was the Three Corpses Daoist, who was known as the number one expert in the world eighty years ago.

"In the Three Corpses Illuminating Fate, there is a Daoist technique... it is said that it can split and divide the human soul..."

"This method is called..."

"【Soul-Splitting Method】!!" Bai Buran's voice was low and mysterious, echoing in Zhang Fan's ears.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 88 =====