Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 537 - 266: Life Palace in Tai Sui Village! Faded Old Photograph

Early morning, the sky was just getting light.

On the rooftop terrace of Hongfu Garden.

Zhang Beijiang stood guard at the staircase, like a disciplined warrior; as a spirit corpse, he naturally wasn’t afraid of sunlight.

Not far away, Zhang Fan sat cross-legged, enveloped by a layer of morning light that spilled over his body, revealing even the fine hairs on his arms, as if draped in a faint golden hue.

His breathing was so subtle it seemed almost absent, the center of his forehead slightly rippling with fluctuations, intertwined with a ray of light moving in and out.

This ray of light, more dazzling than the sunlight, was invisible to ordinary people unless observed through the primordial spirit.

This ray of light was what Ancestor Lv referred to as "Celestial Light," commonly known as "Spiritual Qi," a great medicine for cultivation.

Ancestor Qiu also said that if a Daoist student can turn back the light, they can transcend life and death. This light surpasses the sun and moon, penetrates the Three Realms, and without it, the universe would be lifeless and inert, with nowhere for all things to arise.

For this reason, celestial light is omnipresent—in the sun, moon, and stars, mountains and rivers, even in our hair and skin, albeit in varying strengths.

In the Great Master Realm, celestial light refines the primordial spirit to a certain level, ultimately generating its own radiance, known as the primordial divine light.

Buzz...

At this moment, behind Zhang Fan’s forehead rose three layers of radiance, mystical and indescribable, as he continuously inhaled and exhaled celestial light, refining his primordial spirit. The threefold radiance emitted a peculiar frequency, akin to the budding of grass and wood, the growth of all things.

Swoosh...

Suddenly, the threefold primordial light behind Zhang Fan’s forehead quaked intensely, and darkness surged around him, vast and boundless, akin to a great night. The morning light spilling over him was swallowed cleanly, leaving no trace.

This peculiar scene even made Zhang Beijiang, standing guard at the staircase, turn his head.

"Who the hell blocked the rooftop door? Damn it!"

Right then, a stream of curses came through.

Zhang Fan slowly opened his eyes, all mystical fragrances dissipating. He gestured with his hand, and a breath of True Yang scattered from Zhang Beijiang’s body, returning to his own.

Immediately, Zhang Beijiang deflated like a balloon, turning into a mere skin.

Zhang Fan walked over, folded the skin into the size of a palm, and shoved it into his pocket.

Bam...

At that moment, the rooftop door opened, and a white-haired granny, carrying a broom and dustpan, swayed her way in.

"Granny Wang..." Zhang Fan greeted.

This was the community’s cleaning lady, a coworker of Liu Fusheng, and he often ran into her in the neighborhood.

"Oh, Zhang, what are you doing on the rooftop this early? Not thinking about suicide, are you?" Granny Wang eyed Zhang Fan.

"..."

"Granny Wang sure knows how to joke." Zhang Fan replied awkwardly.

"These days, there are too many young people committing suicide. Just yesterday, I saw a news report about a young man who fell for someone in a web romance, spent over two hundred thousand in three months, only to find out it was a guy. The next day, he jumped off a building."

"Zhang, you better not get any ideas." Granny Wang fervently advised.

"..."

"Granny Wang, I’m not dating anyone." Zhang Fan chuckled awkwardly.

"A young man this age not dating, it makes him even more prone to despair."

"..."

"By the way, Zhang, has your dad returned from working outside?" Granny Wang seemed to get carried away with chatting, leaning on her broom and asking casually.

"Not yet."

"You’ve graduated and should be responsible now; your dad is getting old, it’s not easy to put you through college. If he breaks his leg on a construction site, you’ll have to take care of him. Make money and let him come back, don’t let him suffer so much. Once you get married, playing cards every day and looking after grandchildren sounds great." Granny Wang advised warmly.

"Uh... I’ll do that, Granny Wang... Anyway, I have to go." Zhang Fan said awkwardly.

"I just saw your Uncle Liu knocking at your door with some meat buns." Granny Wang called back. "By the way, is your Uncle Liu still single?"

"..."

Zhang Fan seemed to flee the rooftop and returned home.

Honestly, even though his cultivation had deepened, entering the Great Master Realm, there were still too many people in the world who could hold him down. Even a cleaning granny almost broke his composure. The world is vast and full of surprises.

Zhang Fan tidied up briefly, then left home, arriving at the neighborhood entrance. He peeked into the security room but didn’t see Liu Fusheng, and immediately took a cab, speeding away.

...

Bright Road.

Invisible Mountain Cafe.

Initially, Zhang Fan intended to meet Jiang Lai and some old friends like Wen He, Jiang Hu, Sui Chunsheng. He even wanted to find time to visit near Maoshan to see Old Yu.

However, Bai Yujing’s visit completely disrupted his plans.

"What matter made you call me out so early?" Fang Changle arrived belatedly.

The two had returned to Yujing City the previous night without even catching a lazy sleep before being summoned by Zhang Fan.

"I want to ask you about something." Zhang Fan got straight to the point.

"What’s the matter?" Fang Changle ordered a coffee and yawned.

"Have you heard of Tai Sui Village?"

"Tai Sui Village!?"

Fang Changle’s eyebrows raised, with a sharp glint flashing in his eyes, instantly waking him up.

"Why are you asking about this?"

"Your Maoshan has a long heritage, and you once infiltrated Wuwei Sect, so you should know." Zhang Fan said seriously.

Bai Yujing told him that the ancestral Daoist Temple of Wuwei Sect was extremely mysterious, even the Thirteen Zodiacs could hardly find it.

The true Daoist field of the Thirteen Zodiacs is in a place called "Tai Sui Village."