Fifteen years ago.
Yujing City, Zhang Family's Old Mansion.
The morning sunlight filtered through the towering trees, casting down into the quiet little courtyard. A few sparrows landed on the ground, pecking at the little insects that crept into the cracks.
"Zhang Fan, you little rascal!"
At that mont, a sharp voice pierced through the morning calm, startling the sparrows foraging on the ground, and they flapped their wings away from this place of dispute.
Imdiately after, a cacophony of clattering sounds erged from the dilapidated house, like an overturning stable, like a raid...
Finally, Li Linglong pulled the young Zhang Fan out from the closet corner. At this mont, she held a box in her hand, about the size of a palm, sowhat resembling the box that Tong Ren Tang uses to store An Gong Niu Huang Pill; the seal on it had been uncovered, and inside, it was empty.
"Mom, don't call a little rascal; Dad would be upset." The young Zhang Fan shrank back in the closet, refusing to co out.
"Where is it? Where's the stuff inside?"
Li Linglong shook the box in her hand, losing the usual warmth in her deanor, her beautiful eyes carrying a hint of coldness.
"I... I didn't eat it..."
The young Zhang Fan wiped the saliva stain from his mouth and couldn't resist a belch.
"You... you ate it!?"
Li Linglong's eyes widened, filled with bloodshot veins, her hand holding the box shaking uncontrollably, she stared fiercely at the young Zhang Fan as if anticipating a denial.
"I couldn't taste anything."
The young Zhang Fan had never seen his mother with such an expression; it was sowhat frightening. He dared not lie and could only recall the taste of that item.
Bang...
As soon as the words were uttered, an explosive noise resounded in the courtyard, a cloud of dust billowing out from the house.
The young Zhang Fan hid in the closet, trembling in fear. Seeing the swirling dust, his mother now looked at him with an emotion beyond his understanding.
"Do you know what you ate?"
"That was..."
"A Three Corpses Primordial Pill!"
The chilling words traveled through the dust of years, echoing in Zhang Fan's mind, accompanied by the clattering of heavy chains, he finally recalled the most important childhood mory.
Clang… clang… clang…
The collision of heavy chains grew fiercer, the eerie gray airflow wildly surging within that ear-piercing sound, like rivers flowing in reverse, swirling as it charged toward Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery.
"What's happening? Three Corpses Primordial Pill... Why isn't it under my control!?"
At this mont, ng Qingtong's voice suddenly broke through, filled with deep disbelief and uncontainable fear.
The Three Corpses Primordial Pill was his greatest reliance, the key to altering fate and glimpsing the path of immortality.
Just for this reason, he was fearless, never considering youngsters like Zhang Fan.
His Three Corpses Primordial Pill, continuously feeding the Primordial Spirit and even consuming other scattered Three Corpses Primordial Pills, could awaken and grow, eventually transforming into a new Primordial Spirit.
Yet, this mont, the power he prided himself on suddenly escaped control, surging toward Zhang Fan's Primordial Spirit Inner Scenery.
"No... don't..."
Suddenly, ng Qingtong's voice rose again, enveloped in profound fear, as the gray airflow dragged his Primordial Spirit, rushing toward the deepest part of Zhang Fan's Inner Scenery.
In that place, he heard the clattering of heavy chains and the strange, piercing sound of chewing...
There, it seed so unknown terrifying presence was consuming the power of the Three Corpses Primordial Pill and about to enjoy his Primordial Spirit as a sweet treat...
"I understand now… this is impossible… how is this possible…"
"Inside you, there's also..."
"Zhang Fan… who exactly are you?"
ng Qingtong's voice nearly twisted beyond recognition, his Primordial Spirit seemingly wholly dominated by fear, blended with the grayish flow, pulled into the deepest part of Zhang Fan's Inner Scenery, swallowed, chewed by the source of the heavy chain.
He never dread of encountering such a freak like Zhang Fan at the mont of obtaining the [Three Corpses Primordial Pill], awakening Daoist Divine Techniques, experiencing Rejuvenation, at what should be the ti to showcase his talents.
If he could do it over...
"Zhang Fan..."
"Crunch... crunch..."
With the strange chewing sounds, ng Qingtong's Primordial Spirit extinguished like a candle in the wind, ultimately dissipating.
Bang...
In the spacious hall, everything returned to calm, ng Qingtong's ferocious face visibly weakening, his skin turning wrinkled, dull, hair yellowing, falling off, and his body curling up; from the cracked chest, the originally vibrant heart finally ceased to beat...
Even the eerie shard fell off, landing on the blood-soaked ground, cracks surfacing, utterly losing its luster.
"Dead!?"
In the hall, like a pool of dead water, only the sound of breathing remained.
Zhang Fan looked at ng Qingtong lying in the pool of blood, no longer resembling the dashing young man just monts ago; Rejuvenation, that heavenly technique — with the Primordial Spirit eradicated, even the technique disappeared. His body curled, like a great lower creature, emanating a strong, pungent odor.
Just like autumn's dry leaves, buried in the soil, freshly created fertilizer.
"Finally dead."
Zhang Fan exhaled a long breath, his figure sowhat staggered, directly slumping to the ground.
This battle was extrely exhausting for him; not only did it involve deploying the [Fire Dragon Pill Sword] twice, but he also relied on the power of the [Mighty Spirit Demon-Suppressing Gold Seal]...
Performing such magic was undoubtedly strenuous for Zhang Fan, who had not ascended to the [High Skill] rank yet.
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