Chapter 88: Refining Ghosts in the Yellow Springs, Old Dad

Soul-Splitting Method, passed down from the world's number one miraculous skill 【Three Corpses Illuminating Fate】.

Only the name has been passed down, the mysterious method has never appeared in the world.

The nine legendary internal alchemy methods are just legends. Each one is extremely difficult to practice. Even the Daoist techniques and skills branched from them are top-tier in the world. Even with heaven-defying talent, it is difficult to realize one ten-thousandth of the mystery.

For instance, the 【Inner Demon Attraction】 passed down from the 【Divine Demon Sacred Fetus】 has fallen into the hands of Zhenwu Mountain.

Zhuo Kuang-sheng was Chu Chaoran's junior brother. How stunning was his talent? Yet he could only be trapped in the demon calamity, unable to practice this method, unable to transcend, and imprisoned himself in the wild cave behind the South Xuan Palace.

The 【Soul-Splitting Method】 is the same.

If one says that 【Inner Demon Attraction】 makes a fuss over thoughts, then 【Soul-Splitting Great Art】 makes a fuss over the soul-aspect, making it even more sinister and unpredictable.

"Legend says that if one can practice the 【Soul-Splitting Method】, one can split one's own soul, split into two, split into three... it is all possible," Bai Buran whispered.

"As long as one of them is not extinguished, this person will not be extinguished."

"【Soul-Splitting Method】, the technique of non-extinction?" Zhang Fan whispered.

"This is originally a by-product derived from the path of pursuing immortality..." Bai Buran said with deep meaning.

How many guests have sought immortality since ancient times, and how many have achieved it?

On this path, countless stunning figures in the Daoist sect have worked hard, pursued hard, and left behind many attempts and methods on the path of pursuing immortality.

Some of these paths are dead ends, and some have not been walked to the end, needing successors to continue to open them up. Perhaps some people spent their whole lives, and only when they reached the end did they find that this was still a dead end.

But so what? The path of seeking immortality is originally seeking life in death.

"Boss, has anyone practiced this 【Soul-Splitting Method】?" Zhang Fan pressed.

"The soul is the most precise. Adding a fraction, reducing a fraction, will have a world of difference." Bai Buran shook his head.

If the soul has a tiny movement, if one is not careful, the light one becomes a vegetable, and the heavy one dies and disappears, right before one's eyes.

Not to mention splitting the soul into two, or even into three, four...

"Even if this 【Soul-Splitting Method】 really exists, it might just be a theoretical method that has not been perfected."

Bai Buran picked up the thermos, blew away the tea leaves floating on top, took a small sip, and then raised his eyelids, looking at Zhang Fan with deep meaning.

"What have you been doing recently?"

"What?"

Bai Buran's voice pulled Zhang Fan's thoughts back.

"I'm asking what you've been practicing recently? Why would you ask such a question?" Bai Buran said solemnly.

"I... I've just been reading some Daoist scriptures and alchemy books recently, and I have some thoughts," Zhang Fan casually fooled him.

"Practitioners should have a heart of awe."

Bai Buran put the thermos on the table and said solemnly: "The Daoist sect is vast, there are three thousand methods, everyone wants to choose a path of longevity from it, looking at the path of limitless pure Yang..."

"But some people have walked on an alternative path because they

At this point in the conversation, Bai Buran paused slightly, looked at the tightly closed office door, and then continued: "You cannot say these paths are wrong, but they are indeed very dangerous, especially since the human heart is easily changed, and it is very easy to lose oneself on such a path..."

"Boss, are you saying..."

"The Wu Wei Sect!?"

Zhang Fan frowned, and two figures appeared in his mind.

Hai-Pig Wang Tao, Wu-Horse Wu Qilu... they all come from the Wu Wei Sect, from the Thirteen Zodiacs.

The talent and strength of these two on the path of cultivation are indisputable, yet the paths they walk are too unconventional, bordering on evil.

"The Patriarch bestowed upon me the method of longevity, three parts human heart, seven parts fate." Bai Buran looked at Zhang Fan with deep meaning.

"The starting point for many people is the same, but this path is too long, so long that one cannot see the end..."

"The human heart is easily changed, the consciousness is restless, and many delusions will arise, especially among those who are extremely clever; they often explore many unconventional and extremely dangerous paths..."

At this point, Bai Buran paused slightly: "Zhang Fan, I know you have some talent..."

"On this path, talent is never a guiding light; do not fumble around blindly... just like those people from the Wu Wei Sect."

Bai Buran's words carried an extremely serious warning; he vaguely felt that the realm Zhang Fan was currently exploring seemed to have touched upon some kind of taboo.

"I understand."

Boom—

Just at this moment, a clap of thunder suddenly erupted outside the window, and the lightning that tore through the night sky interrupted their conversation, drawing the gazes of Zhang Fan and Bai Buran over.

"The weather is about to change." Zhang Fan murmured softly, then rose to leave.

At this time, Yujing City South Station.

A high-speed train arriving from Shangjing City slowly pulled into the station. As soon as the doors opened, passengers poured out, but only one tall figure slowly walked out from one door.

That was a middle-aged man, burly in build, standing a full one meter eighty-something, with a full beard that appeared extremely rugged. He wore an eyepatch over his left eye, and there was a thin, long scar on the upper eyelid of his right eye.

Perhaps it was this feeling of "strangers keep away" that made him the only passenger to get off at that door.

"Haven't been back in ten years, why is it raining as soon as I get back?" The one-eyed man looked up at the sky and couldn't help but murmur softly: "This is not a good omen."

As he spoke, the one-eyed man put down the backpack in his hand, bent over to fumble around for a moment, and then pulled out a crumpled, slightly yellowed photograph.

There were two people in the photo, one big and one small. The big one was clearly Zhang Lingzong, only he appeared exceptionally young, his skin also extremely fair. Beside him was a child, looking about eleven or twelve years old, somewhat chubby, with facial contours that vaguely held the shadow of Zhang Fan.

"Zhang Fan... this kid must be over twenty this year, he should have changed a lot." The one-eyed man grinned, flipped the photo over, and saw an address written on the blank space on the back:

Room 903, Unit A, Building 73, Hongfu Huayuan.

"Hongfu Huayuan..." The one-eyed man chewed on the name, and casually stuffed the crumpled photo into his pocket.

Yujing City, Mount Fang.

Dark clouds crossed the sky, obscuring the bright moon. In the distance, thunder rumbled, and a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating an earthen temple hidden in the mountains.

"Brother, why did you run here?"

The mountain wind was rising. Xiong Qianxing braved the wind to arrive in front of the earthen temple and stood at the entrance of Xiong Qianshan's place.

"You have quite the nerve, daring to make a move in the ancestral hall?" Xiong Qianshan said without looking back.

"Brother, you already know?" Xiong Qianxing's expression changed slightly.

He had not expected that Xiong Qianshan would have already received the news about the move he had just made.

"Brother, it was that Xiong Ba..."

"Shut up." Xiong Qianshan barked fiercely: "I'll settle the score with you later."

As he spoke, Xiong Qianshan stared unblinkingly into the abandoned earthen temple. In the faint firelight, an ancient well was hidden deep within the temple. The well water was boiling and surging outward, surprisingly earth-yellow in color, and accompanied by strange sounds, as if someone were weeping.

"This is... the Yellow Springs!?" Xiong Qianxing's eyes lit up suddenly, and he couldn't help but exclaim.

He had never expected that Xiong Qianshan would actually find a Yellow Springs here.

In the "Strange Records of Nanyang," it was once recorded that there was a spring eye behind the West Slaughter Temple in Nanyang. The spring water was dim yellow like earth, and strange sounds often came from within. Every midnight, the spring water would boil, and strange people would emerge from it, which was extremely grotesque.

There was a scholar south of the city whose wife died in the second year of their marriage. He was very heartbroken, so he moved into the West Slaughter Temple and stayed there for half a year.

That night, the scholar missed his late wife and came to the mountain behind the temple, where he saw the spring eye. At that time, the spring water was boiling, and his wife actually walked out from it.

The scholar was overjoyed. The two met as if it were yesterday, pouring out their hearts to each other, their affection evident.

From then on, the scholar came to the spring every night to meet his wife. After only half a month, he had aged more than ten years.

That night, the scholar came to the spring eye behind the mountain again. Just as his wife appeared, he heard the bells of the West Slaughter Temple ringing loudly, like a lion roaring, shaking the mountains and forests. His wife let out a shrill scream and turned to disappear, and the scholar immediately fainted.

When he woke up, he was already in the temple. The high monk of the West Slaughter Temple said that the spring eye was the Yellow Springs, which connected to the netherworld and could communicate with the dead, but if a mortal got close to it, they would definitely have their lifespan sucked away.

Sure enough, the scholar looked at himself in the mirror, his hair gray, like an old man. From then on, he stayed in the West Slaughter Temple to sweep and clean, and as for that spring eye, no one ever saw it again.

The so-called Yellow Springs is the passage to the netherworld.

Legend has it that the largest Yellow Springs in the world is hidden under Mount Tai in the East, where it connects to the underworld.

"Brother, this is a treasure land for refining ghosts." Xiong Qianxing's eyes lit up.

The Yellow Springs is the place of supreme Yin and mystery, connecting life, death, and the netherworld.

For the Daoist priests of the Yinshan Sect, it is simply a rare treasure land, especially for their signature skill.

"Extracting souls and refining ghosts!"

The family skill of the Yinshan Xiong family is the 【Ghost Refining Technique】, which requires corpses, spirit bones, corpse oil, and other items, using the soul-aspect as a guide to summon Yin and gather souls, refining ghost forms within the shell orifices.

The ghosts here are not wandering spirits or wild ghosts, but Daoist soldiers that can break True Yang, swallow Daoist arts, and are extremely ferocious.

According to the Xiong family heritage, the ghost refining technique is divided into Ghost Messengers, Ghost Soldiers, Ghost Fiends, Ghost Generals, and Ghost Commanders. Just a single Ghost Messenger is enough to suppress a Daoist practitioner.

As for Ghost Commanders, they are terrifying existences that even High Merits find a headache.

"Brother, our Xiong family has only had one Yellow Springs since it was passed down to today, and it was left behind by the 【Yinshan Ghost King】 Xiong Sanqi back then." Xiong Qianxing couldn't help but get excited.

Relying on that Yellow Springs, the Xiong family spent many years of hard work and resources to refine a Ghost General, which has already become a treasure of the clan.

It can be seen that the wonderful use of the Yellow Springs is truly magical.

"Brother, with this Yellow Springs, you can raise your Ghost Soldiers to the level of Ghost Fiends." Xiong Qianxing became excited.

By that time, Xiong Qianshan's status in the clan would rise with the tide, and he would naturally benefit as well.

"Xiong Qianshan, your brother's imagination is truly beautiful."

Just at this moment, a burst of silver-bell-like laughter came from the earthen temple. In the faint firelight, a young girl slowly walked out, her ultra-short denim shorts exposing her long legs completely.

"Xiong Qianqiu!?" Xiong Qianxing looked at the person who arrived, his expression sinking suddenly.

Among the younger generation of the Xiong family, there are not many who can steadily suppress his brother, but Xiong Qianqiu definitely counts as one of them.

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"Brother..."

"Don't speak." Xiong Qianshan's expression was ugly as he looked at the girl walking out of the dilapidated temple and said in a deep voice.

"Xiong Qianqiu, how do you intend to handle this Yellow Springs?"

"Everything is for the family." Xiong Qianqiu said lightly: "Naturally, it will be handed over to the clan."

"Hmm!?"

Xiong Qianxing and Xiong Qianshan looked at each other, both revealing strange expressions. They hadn't expected this woman to have such a big picture!

"With your status, you naturally don't know what our Xiong family is actually doing now." Xiong Qianqiu said lightly.

"What does that mean?"

"Ghost Commander!" Xiong Qianqiu rubbed her fair, tender hands, her lips parted slightly, and she spat out two words.

"What? You mean... the clan is refining a Ghost Commander?"

"Back then, Xiong Sanqi appeared out of nowhere, domineering and extraordinary, suppressing all the disciples of my Yinshan lineage... From that time on, the clan began to research methods to restrain him."

"A Ghost Commander is a necessary item..." Xiong Qianqiu said coldly.

Such an evil and ferocious thing would make even High Merits retreat three times. To refine a Ghost Commander, the Xiong family spent all their efforts and even entrusted Ye Buliang to find a Corpse Ghost.

"Corpse Ghost? That thing can be found too?" Xiong Qianxing couldn't help but say.

The so-called white clothes are for the underworld, red clothes for ferocity, and black clothes for fiends. Before death, it is most taboo to wear these kinds of clothes.

However, there is another one that is even more terrifying, called the Purple-Clothed Corpse Ghost, which sacrifices the gate of life and death.

That is to say, peeling off the skin of a living person and wearing it on a living person. After death, the soul will be confined in the body, unable to be reincarnated, becoming a terrifying evil ghost. This kind of ghost is close to a demon, called a Corpse Ghost.

In the late Eastern Han Dynasty, a grave robber accidentally broke into an ancient tomb. Because of the long passage of time, even he could not distinguish the origin of this tomb.

The grave robber became greedy and searched all the way to the main tomb chamber. Besides the coffin, there was a high platform, like an altar, on which lay a corpse, wearing purple clothes like skin, with heavy chains piercing its shoulder bones.

This ancient tomb had been sealed for at least a hundred years, but the corpse lying on the high platform actually had its body rising and falling slightly, and its nose and mouth made muffled sounds.

The grave robber was terrified and hurried out. After returning, he washed his hands of the business. It wasn't until his old age that he mentioned this matter. He said that using living clothes as a sacrifice to be buried with the dead, that ancient tomb might not have been buried with a human. As for the details, even he didn't know, and as for where the tomb was, he didn't want to say more.

Just the day after the grave robber mentioned this, he passed away, dying without illness, which was very suspicious.

That large tomb was the work of the founder of the Yinshan Sect, and it was also the path of the Purple-Clothed Corpse Ghost.

Nowadays, this kind of Daoist method has long since disappeared. If you want to find a Corpse Ghost, you can only search in major ancient tombs, and only Ye Buliang can do that.

"Just one Corpse Ghost costs more than five million, and it has to be after tax." Xiong Qianqiu said lightly.

"Refining a Ghost Commander is no small matter; the clan is making a big move this time."

Xiong Qianshan was thoughtful. He knew that the reason the Xiong family was planning this was mostly because of that Yinshan Ghost King from back then.

No one expected that such a figure would emerge outside the direct line of the Xiong family, with such strong means, rampant and invincible, yet not subject to the control of the clan.

Such an existence is like a time bomb for the Xiong family, bringing risks at any time.

"Xiong Sanqi has been away from Yujing City for ten years. He is a member of the Xiong family after all. The clan is being too cautious, too afraid..." Xiong Qianxing couldn't help but say.

"What kind of insight do you have? How do you know how rampant and domineering Uncle Sanqi was back then?" Xiong Qianqiu sneered.

At that time, she was still young, but she watched with her own eyes as Xiong Sanqi used his own strength to break through the Xiong family directly, forcing a group of elders to kneel there in the ancestral hall and slap each other.

From that time on, the name Xiong Sanqi became a taboo in the Xiong family and also became a nightmare for many people.

In their eyes, this man is the illness of the Xiong family, and a medicine that can eradicate it must be found.

Once the Ghost Commander is formed, even if he comes back, he won't be able to be as rampant as he was back then.

Of course, in the Xiong family, there are also many people who hold feelings of worship for an outlier like Xiong Sanqi, especially among the younger generation, where many people regard him as an idol.

"He swore an oath that he would not step foot in Yujing for the rest of his life." Xiong Qianshan said in a deep voice.

"A joke."

Xiong Qianqiu sneered: "For such an expert, there are no taboos. What oath can restrain them?"

"If you think so, you are too naive." Xiong Qianqiu shook her head.

Of course, if Xiong Sanqi can keep his oath, that would be a happy ending for everyone, and many people would breathe a sigh of relief.

But if he doesn't keep his oath, the Xiong family naturally has to make full preparations.

"Xiong Sanqi, is he really the nightmare of the Xiong family? I hope he never comes back!"

Xiong Qianshan looked at the Yellow Springs in the earthen temple and murmured softly.

Yujing City, old city district.

Dark clouds surged, the sky was high and the wind was swift, and the thunder in the distance became more deafening. There were no pedestrians on the street.

The street lamps on both sides of the road flickered with a buzzing sound, as if there was a poor connection.

Zhang Fan looked up and had already arrived at the entrance of Hongfu Huayuan.

"Young man, wait a moment."

Just at this moment, a rugged voice came from behind. Zhang Fan turned his head to look and saw a one-eyed middle-aged man walking over.

"Something up?"

"Young man, you look a bit familiar."

The one-eyed middle-aged man took a crumpled photo out of his pocket, placed it next to Zhang Fan, and compared it for a while.

Zhang Fan glanced at it from the corner of his eye and saw that the photo was indeed Zhang Lingzong and himself when he was a child.

"Dad? How do you have this photo?" Zhang Fan revealed a strange expression.

"I am a friend of your dad. I happened to be passing through Yujing, and he entrusted me to come and see you." The one-eyed middle-aged man smiled lightly.

"How should I address you, Uncle?" Zhang Fan was overjoyed; after so long, he finally got news of his dad.

"My name is Sanqi, you can just call me Uncle Sanqi."

"Uncle Sanqi, where is my dad now?" Zhang Fan couldn't help but ask.

"He is in Shangjing. He has some things to do, and he will come back when he is finished." The one-eyed middle-aged man said with a smile: "He told you not to worry."

As he spoke, the one-eyed middle-aged man reached out and pulled Zhang Fan: "Big nephew, come, follow Uncle, Uncle will take you to eat something good."

"Little Fan."

Just at this moment, a call came from not far away.

Zhang Fan was just about to follow when he heard the voice, stopped abruptly, and turned his head to look, seeing Liu Fusheng walking out of the guard room.

"Liu Shu..."

Zhang Fan greeted him and hurriedly introduced: "This is Uncle Sanqi, a friend of my dad..."

"Little Fan, you go home and rest for a while first, come down to eat later, I'll chat with him for a few words." Liu Fusheng waved his hand, but his gaze did not move even half an inch from the one-eyed middle-aged man in front of him.

"Liu Shu, you know each other!?"

"Know each other... of course I know him." The one-eyed middle-aged man sneered.

"Okay, I'll be down right away." Zhang Fan nodded, turned around, and entered the residential area.

"Blind Xiong, you're not dead yet?"

"Liu Broken-Hand, aren't you also living quite well?"

In the night wind, the two looked at each other, shaking hands tightly, as if they were comrades. In an instant, a clap of thunder resounded in the sky, as if a mountain rain were about to come.

(End of chapter)