Chapter 93: All Laws Originate from Freedom! Thump thump, thump thump (5k-word Chapter)

Dark clouds surge into haze, the brilliant sun seems to hide in the abyss.

Above Xiong Village, the clouds were bleak and desolate.

Inside the clan ancestral hall, the deep corridor was already in ruins, with railings collapsed and broken stones everywhere.

In the pervasive dust, Xiong Qianshan walked staggeringly, his face pale, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, looking at the Xiong Ba who used to be timid and fearful in disbelief.

"The Southern Altar opens the treasure book, the Northern Capital Profound Darkness breaks the Luo Feng..." Xiong Qianshan gritted his teeth.

"Taiyi Dharma, Soul-Saving Technique... you actually obtained the true transmission!?"

At this very moment, Xiong Qianshan's heart was like a raging sea, surging endlessly.

He never dreamed that the Yinshan Daoist techniques he had practiced bitterly would be vulnerable in front of Xiong Ba.

Profoundly breaking the law, brilliantly showing power.

If he hadn't obtained the true transmission of the Taiyi Dharma lineage, he would absolutely not have this power.

"Xiong Qianshan, you haven't learned the Daoist techniques of the Yinshan Sect yet." Xiong Ba said indifferently.

Originally, he had been comprehending the Taiyi Dharma with Zhang Fan, his cultivation gradually forming, and his temperament was already different. He was no longer as timid as before. Now, he had set the trend in one battle, and even Xiong Qianshan was stepped under his feet, completely establishing his confidence.

The current Xiong Ba was no longer what he used to be.

Ambition had formed, and dominance had become momentum.

"How is this possible? This waste... he even..."

In the distance, Xiong Qianxing looked at this scene, simply unable to believe that the Xiong Ba who wasn't even a direct disciple, the Xiong Ba who was timid and fearful and let him bully him, had grown to such a height without him knowing, and even Xiong Qianshan couldn't suppress him.

"Xiong Ba, you aren't practicing the Daoist techniques of the Yinshan Sect, but carrying the Dao of the side door. You have such guts." Xiong Qianshan said in a heavy voice, no longer having the lightness from just now, replaced by deep apprehension.

The Taiyi Soul-Saving Technique was precisely the nemesis of the Yinshan Dharma lineage.

"Immortals seek from the heart, all laws originate from freedom... Xiong Qianshan, you can't even comprehend this principle, seeing only the distinction of sects and the difference of Daoist techniques in your eyes... I'm afraid you'll be limited to this in this life." Xiong Ba said indifferently.

"You..."

"Good... good 'all laws originate from freedom'."

Just then, a round of applause slowly sounded, accompanied by a gentle and graceful exclamation.

Xiong Ba looked up and saw a graceful figure slowly walking out from a corner.

"Xiong Qianqiu!?" Xiong Ba's eyes narrowed slightly, as if into a line.

There were many outstanding disciples in the younger generation of the Xiong family. Xiong Qianshan counted as one, and Xiong Qianqiu also counted as one, and this woman's Daoist cultivation was even higher than the former.

"Be careful, she practiced..." Xiong Qianshan saw her coming, his face sank slightly, but he still gave a warning.

"Step back."

Xiong Qianqiu didn't appreciate it, waved her hand, and interrupted him.

"You shouldn't be too careless. Underestimating the enemy leads to defeat. He is not a weak hand."

Xiong Qianshan suppressed his anger, not knowing if he was reminding the other party or making excuses for himself.

"He is naturally not a weak hand, otherwise how could he suppress you?" Xiong Qianqiu said indifferently, but her gaze was fixed, not moving from Xiong Ba for even half an inch.

"You've been observing in the dark since just now." Xiong Ba frowned and said in a deep voice.

"What?"

Beside him, Xiong Qianxing's expression changed slightly. It turned out that Xiong Qianqiu had been hiding here early on, deceiving everyone's ears and eyes... no, to be precise, deceiving everyone's ears and eyes except Xiong Ba's.

"Oh? I didn't expect there to be such a character among our peers in the Xiong family..."

Xiong Qianqiu's beautiful eyes lit up, and she looked at Xiong Ba with three more points of respect.

"Perhaps... the elders in the clan are really old, not even discovering such talents, raising a rebellious bone in vain."

As she spoke, Xiong Qianqiu's cold and beautiful face was covered in frost.

Hum...

Almost at the same moment, Xiong Ba became alert and flew backward.

"Order the ancestor, Yinshan refining method."

"Fierce gate wide open, secluded refining ghost death."

Xiong Qianqiu pinched the seal with both hands, formed the 【Yinshan Seal】, stepped the 【Cold Abyss Step】, and chanted words in her mouth.

This was a unique seal and step of the Yinshan Sect. The 【Yinshan Seal】 represented ten thousand wandering souls occupying the Yinshan land. It is rumored that this was the location of the Yinshan Sect ancestor, the Yinshan Ancestor.

The 【Cold Abyss Step】 represented that all living beings go to the Cold Extreme Abyss when they die.

Ordinary people who form this seal and step this step, even if their soul-aspect isn't awakened, can see those unclean things at midnight. However, if this method is used often, the body will get worse and worse, life span will be damaged, and one will surely have a serious illness.

Hum...

Just then, Xiong Qianqiu's dress moved without wind, and the surrounding air temperature dropped suddenly. Her shadow actually became vivid and moved on its own.

"Yinshan Sect, ghost refining technique." Xiong Ba's eyes sank.

Ghosts have no shadows because they themselves are shadows, which ordinary people simply cannot see.

At this moment, if observed with a soul-aspect, it could be found that within Xiong Qianqiu's shadow, a more intense shadow seemed to be about to jump out. It kept expanding, as if a piece of darkness, invading toward Xiong Ba.

"Saving secluded souls, refining clan dependents, slowly ascending the twelve courtyards of the storied building..."

"Meeting the group of immortals in the Mud Pill Palace, all going to the Peach Banquet in leisure..."

Xiong Ba chanted words in his mouth, pinched the 【Lion Seal】 with both hands, stepped the 【Ascending Heaven Step】. This was a method to lead wandering souls to ascend and be saved.

Suddenly, a red line rose under his feet, winding and crooked, constantly spreading, like a ladder.

Hum...

Just then, the shadow pressed over, actually having fang-like shadows extending out, violently cutting off the red line.

"Ghost Evil!"

Xiong Ba's expression changed slightly, only feeling a cold chill attacking along the fang-like shadow. The latter not only cut off the red line but also entered his body directly, scattering the True Yang in his body, making it difficult for the Taiyi Dharma to be exerted.

Yinshan ghost refining is divided into Ghost Servant, Ghost Soldier, Ghost Evil, Ghost General, Ghost Commander...

No one expected that Xiong Qianqiu, who was low-key and not showing off on weekdays, had actually refined a Ghost Evil in secret. Although it was only initially formed, it was enough to suppress Xiong Ba.

Bang...

Suddenly, Xiong Ba let out a muffled groan. The strange shadow pressed over, actually shaking him away.

He landed heavily, a mouthful of blood gushing out, his face pale, and he could no longer gather or mobilize the True Yang in his body.

"This woman is really powerful." Xiong Qianshan couldn't help but look at Xiong Qianqiu, secretly guarding in his heart.

At this very moment, he finally realized that he had underestimated the other party after all. The gap between the two was much larger than he had imagined.

Sure enough, never let others see your trump card; this is the true hiding, the true Dao.

Xiong Qianqiu was like this, and Xiong Ba was also like this.

However, the gap between the two was not something Xiong Ba could catch up with in a short day of bitter practice.

"Unfortunately, your Taiyi Dharma is shallow in heat. Otherwise, if you were given another year, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to suppress you."

Xiong Qianqiu looked indifferently at the fallen Xiong Ba, her eyes filled only with coldness.

"You are, after all, of the Xiong family's bloodline. I won't kill you, but this Daoist technique of yours cannot stay."

As soon as the words fell, the shadow curled on the ground expanded violently, invading toward Xiong Ba like a rising tide. The cold chill surged, as if wanting to drag people into that withered and silent coffin.

"It's over."

Xiong Ba's heart skipped a beat, but he was powerless now.

"The Xiong family still has talents."

Just then, a slow voice resounded in everyone's ears. Xiong Ba's expression changed. He saw a figure flickering like a ghost, blocking in front of him. Who else could it be but Zhang Fan?

Hum...

Zhang Fan stood still, but the ground under his feet cracked violently, and a wave of dust rose, spreading like ripples, actually stopping the surging shadow violently.

"Who is it?" Xiong Qianqiu's face changed in shock. She pinched the seal with both hands, chanting words in her mouth.

The Ghost Evil became fierce, and the transformed shadow broke away from the ground, actually revealing green face and fangs, pouncing toward Zhang Fan.

"Be careful, that's a Ghost Evil!" Xiong Ba warned in shock.

Rumble...

Before the words fell, Zhang Fan's right palm slowly reached out, vibrating gently. The wind was like madness, actually forming a vortex in his palm, living and dying.

Roar...

The next moment, the Ghost Evil seemed to encounter boundless fear, roaring to the sky, actually reversing direction, wanting to escape.

"Taiyi Heavenly Lord sits in Dongyang, saving the dead to heaven."

In an instant, Zhang Fan's right palm was like surging hot blood, appearing crimson. If observed with a soul-aspect, it was like rosy clouds rising, True Yang scorching.

Rumble...

Immediately after, the Ghost Evil was actually kneaded into a ball by him, held in his palm. Between the muscle vibrations, the rosy light flickered like burning, actually turning it into a wisp of green smoke in a moment, rising and scattering.

"This... this... how could this be..."

The long corridor was silent. Everyone widened their eyes, looking at Zhang Fan. Even Xiong Ba's face showed an incredible expression.

At this moment, he seemed to feel that the Zhang Fan in front of him was a bit strange, a bit different.

That was a Ghost Evil, Profound Yin forming evil, refining spirits into fierce. It didn't even find a trace of vitality in Zhang Fan's hands, and it didn't even have time to let out a ghost cry before turning into fly ash.

Such means, such dominance, was simply unimaginable, completely subverting Xiong Ba's cognition of Zhang Fan.

"Impossible... this is absolutely impossible..." Xiong Qianqiu's face changed in shock, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of her mouth.

The Ghost Evil was refined by her soul-aspect. Since it was burned and destroyed, she naturally suffered heavy injuries.

"Who are you? Who on earth are you?" Xiong Qianqiu gritted her teeth.

Hum...

A gust of wind whistled. In the blink of an eye, Zhang Fan was already in front of her. The terrifying pressure made her tremble instinctively.

"Since you spared his life, I won't kill you either." Zhang Fan whispered. He pointed a finger, which landed on Xiong Qianqiu's brow.

Immediately after, an incredible scene appeared. Xiong Qianqiu's soul-aspect was actually forcibly detained out of her flesh shell by this finger.

"My... this..."

Xiong Qianshan's eyeballs almost fell out. He had never heard of any Daoist technique that could forcibly detain a person's soul-aspect out of their flesh shell.

At least the Yinshan Sect didn't have such a method.

"What... what are you going to do?"

Xiong Qianqiu's soul-aspect roared in Zhang Fan's palm, her trembling voice filled with fear.

Zhang Fan looked indifferently. The hot blood surged in his palm, and Xiong Qianqiu's soul-aspect was like being scorched, the pain like falling into a fiery purgatory.

"Ah ah ah..."

The painful roar resounded in everyone's ears, making people's scalps numb. Xiong Qianshan and Xiong Qianxing shrank their necks like quails, their faces trembling, not daring to breathe loudly.

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Only Zhang Fan was expressionless.

Hum...

Zhang Fan flicked his finger, and Xiong Qianqiu's soul-aspect returned to her body.

At this moment, her face became even paler, without a trace of blood, and her aura was weak to the extreme, like a candle in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any time.

"You... you crippled my Daoist practice." Xiong Qianqiu gritted her teeth.

"If you can endure a thousand tribulations, you can understand and become an immortal." Zhang Fan said indifferently: "I am giving you a chance..."

"I am saving you."

"..."

As soon as this was said, there was silence. Everyone looked at each other, their expressions becoming strange.

"So, I have to thank you?" Xiong Qianqiu gritted her teeth.

"If you can extinguish the hatred in your heart, if you can break and rebuild, you really have to thank me."

"You..."

"You don't understand now, I don't blame you..." Zhang Fan had a compassionate, saving-the-ignorant look.

"You don't understand now because you are stupid, you are foolish... when you break that barrier in your heart... don't worry, you will definitely kowtow to me."

At this point, Zhang Fan smiled slightly: "Sending you a tribulation is sending you an opportunity. Others can't even ask for it."

As he spoke, Zhang Fan turned around, helped Xiong Ba up, and walked out of the ancestral hall.

"Did he... did he just curse?" Xiong Qianshan looked at Zhang Fan's retreating back, unable to help but mutter.

At this time, outside the Xiong family ancestral hall, it was already full of people, many of whom had red cheeks, as if they had been whipped by cucumbers, with clear marks.

Zhang Fan just stepped out of the gate and saw such a formation, unable to help but be stunned.

"It's this little brat."

Xiong Guanchen's eyes narrowed into a line, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan, his heart filled with curiosity. However, hindered by Xiong Sanqi beside him, he could only suppress this curiosity.

"Uncle, the Xiong family still has talents." Xiong Sanqi looked at Zhang Fan, his gaze falling on Xiong Ba beside him.

"This little brat is very good... the future fortune of the Xiong family is probably tied to this."

As soon as this was said, even Xiong Baoping beside him changed his face.

"I understand... from now on, I will cultivate him as the next successor of the Xiong family."

"Dad."

Xiong Baoping's face trembled violently, looking at Xiong Guanchen in disbelief.

Let alone that Xiong Ba wasn't a direct disciple, even if he were, cultivating him as a successor was too much of a joke.

You must know that the Yinshan Xiong family had its own set of rules and laws.

"This matter is decided." Xiong Guanchen shook his head and whispered.

Let alone Xiong Sanqi's appreciation for this little brat, just the relationship between Xiong Ba and Zhang Fan alone meant he wouldn't be a thing in a pond in the future.

Xiong Sanqi saw further than anyone else. Although he destroyed the Xiong family's Ghost Commander and indirectly took away the suppressed fierce god, moving the Xiong family's century-old foundation.

But this one reminder was equivalent to letting the Xiong family continue its incense and seize a century of great fortune.

As for whether they could grasp it, it depended on the Xiong family's own creation.

"Uncle Sanqi."

Zhang Fan walked forward and bowed slightly. He knew that the reason Xiong Sanqi was here was to suppress the formation and protect him.

Zhang Fan did remember some things now, but they were still a bit blurry.

"Uncle Sanqi, there are some things I want to ask you." Zhang Fan said.

"I know what you want to ask, but..."

Xiong Sanqi shook his head and pulled Zhang Fan to the side: "These things can only be told to you by your father personally..."

"I understand." Zhang Fan nodded, not continuing to pester.

"Xiong Ba, come with me."

Just then, Xiong Guanchen beckoned, actually wanting to lead Xiong Ba to the Daoist temple left by the ancestor.

"Uncle Sanqi..." Zhang Fan was a bit worried.

"It's okay, let him go, this is his creation." Xiong Sanqi whispered in a deep voice.

Zhang Fan nodded, feeling a bit relieved.

"Let's go, I think you're tired today too."

Xiong Sanqi beckoned. Today's events were considered successfully concluded, coming to an end, whether it was Zhang Fan, Xiong Ba, Xiong Qianqiu, or the Xiong family...

After today, many people's fates would change.

Jianghai waves, ripples, long future, no one could see the changing future.

"I'll send you back."

Xiong Sanqi drove the big hook, carrying Zhang Fan away from Xiong Village.

"Seems like I forgot something?" Zhang Fan looked at the receding Xiong Village, showing a trace of hesitation.

"Forgot what?" Xiong Sanqi asked casually.

"Nothing, it shouldn't be important."

Zhang Fan shook his head, suppressing the last trace of doubt in his heart.

Evening, Hongfu Huayuan.

On the rooftop of Building 73, Xiong Sanqi and Liu Fusheng stood side by side, looking at the ten thousand lights in the distance.

"Soul-Splitting Great Dharma is indeed miraculous. Did Little Fan take back the fierce god?" Liu Fusheng couldn't help but say.

"It should be, he seems to have recovered some power." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

"Then he..."

"There shouldn't be any influence on the person himself." Xiong Sanqi said uncertainly.

Soul-Splitting Great Dharma, one spirit transforms into three.

The Kind God masters the personality and temperament, the Fierce God masters knowledge and experience...

"The Evil God took away the key memories and power... that is the most important." Xiong Sanqi said in a deep voice.

After Zhang Fan merged with the fierce god, his past experience and knowledge returned, and his soul-aspect power also recovered some, but if he wanted to truly break the tribulation and recover to his peak, he had to find the Evil God.

But now, where exactly was that Evil God?

No one knew.

"There is one thing I care about very much." Xiong Sanqi suddenly said.

"What?" Liu Fusheng asked.

"Sect Leader said that Li Linglong didn't pass the Soul-Splitting Great Dharma to him back then."

"Hmm!?" Liu Fusheng was stunned, then showed a strange expression.

"Then where did Little Fan learn the Soul-Splitting Great Dharma?"

"I don't know." Xiong Sanqi shook his head.

"Sect Leader doesn't know either."

As the words fell, both fell into silence.

At this very moment, Zhang Fan's home.

On the table in the room was a bottle of sleeping pills. Zhang Fan had already fallen asleep, his breathing long and steady, his body rising and falling gently.

Soul-aspect internal scene, it was still that night ten years ago.

The endless darkness finally had a trace of light.

Thump thump... thump thump...

Just then, a strange sound suddenly rang out, like a human heart beating, bringing some vitality to this silent long night.

"Ten years... I finally heard your voice again..."

Suddenly, an eerie whisper came from the endless darkness, accompanied by the sound of heavy chains colliding.

"Little brat, it won't be long before you can break the tribulation."

"It won't be long..."

The eerie whisper gradually subsided, as if falling into sleep, only the heavy chain sound, colliding constantly, imprisoning eternity.

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