The Thousand-Year-Old Demon was even more unfathomable than Zhang Fan had imagined.
He had been a formidable enemy, obstructing the path of the Three Corpses Daoist. The soon-to-be Pure Yang Wuji, Chu Chaoran, nearly lost his life at his hands during childhood. Even King Yan, now hailed as the world’s foremost demon, used to be like a dog with a lost owner before him.
The Thousand-Year-Old Demon was like a heavenly stele, blocking the paths of what would beco three legendary figures known throughout the world.
Destiny is obscure, and the human heart is unpredictable.
The world’s best, Pure Yang Wuji, the ruler among demons... All three of these people were earth-shattering figures, yet on their path to rising, they suffered crushing defeats. That person, from a superior position, with a heart of pity, let them go.
He stood atop the pinnacle, waiting for those to co later...
"A Thousand-Year-Old Demon... Is he actually soone from the sa era as the Three Corpses Daoist? Really? The sa person? If he’s lived until now, wouldn’t his experience and age be even greater than that of Transcendent Zhenren?"
At this mont, countless questions surged in Zhang Fan’s heart, and imdiately, the light and shadows before his eyes dissipated like foam.
Unable to consider further, his Primordial Spirit soared with Sexual Light, like a long rainbow, returning to his body acupoints.
Whoosh...
Zhang Fan opened his eyes, exhaling a long breath, as an inexhaustible fatigue, like a tide, engulfed his body.
"How is it? Why are you so tired after just one out-of-body experience with your Primordial Spirit?" Fang Changle walked over, noticing the weakness in Zhang Fan’s body, and frowned involuntarily.
The Primordial Spirit cannot leave the body, just as fish cannot leave the water source.
This is also why the Daoist Family emphasizes the Dual Cultivation of Body and Spirit.
However, the stronger the Primordial Spirit, the less it is constrained. The process is affected by ti, distance, environnt, and other factors.
In the Mahayana Realm, the Primordial Spirit generates Sexual Light, and even if it leaves the body for days or weeks, and roams a hundred miles away, it is not greatly affected.
With Zhang Fan’s cultivation, an out-of-body experience of rely half an hour, within the vicinity of the Qin Family mansion, has left him so weak.
"It’s a long story." Zhang Fan waved his hand. Naturally, he would not reveal the secret of the Three Corpses Primordial Pill concealed within his body.
No matter how close the relationship, such secrets could only be taken to the grave, not even told to one’s own parents.
Imdiately, Zhang Fan changed the topic, recounting the encounter in the side hall with the man lying in the Crystal Coffin, while conspicuously omitting any ntion of the Thousand-Year-Old Demon and the Three Corpses Primordial Pill.
"A Living Dead?" Fang Changle pondered for a mont before speaking, "Based on your description, this person is very likely the most stunning figure among the previous generation of Qin Family disciples..."
"Prince Qin!"
"Prince Qin!?" Zhang Fan was thoughtfully reminded, vaguely rembering that he had heard the na while at the Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance.
"I heard elders in the sect ntion that back then, Qin Family’s Prince, with heavenly talent, was called a Junior Celestial Master at a young age, his brilliance unmatched in half of Jiangnan..." Fang Changle spoke with a deep voice.
"He once visited us at Maoshan on behalf of Qi Yun Mountain and also ca to Jiangnan Province as a mber of the Hui Province Daoist Alliance for work exchange..."
"Many elders at Maoshan held him in high regard, saying he had the bearing of a Celestial Master, capable of reviving the grace of Qin Family’s ancestors and potentially proving himself as a Celestial Master in this era."
The bearing of a Celestial Master is an extraordinarily high praise for any cultivator.
After all, truly dedicated cultivators - nine out of ten cannot Condense Void and Enter Silence, nor achieve Primordial Spirit Awakening. Of the remaining one percent, most spend their lives rely circulating Qi Worker techniques.
High-level Realm experts are rare as a phoenix feather.
As for a Celestial Master, even in the Daoist Sect, they are legendary.
"But later, sothing happened..."
At this point, Fang Changle paused slightly.
"Sothing happened!?" Zhang Fan’s heart moved subtly, as if he had guessed sothing.
"More than twenty years ago, a woman ca to Huizhou Province, skilled and stirring chaos, killing many Qi Yun Mountain disciples, and the Qin Family was also implicated." Fang Changle recounted a past incident.
"Later, Prince Qin repeatedly fought with the woman, though he had the upper hand, he could not capture her. Eventually, they agreed to fight once more at Tusk Mountain..."
"The Qin Family, hearing this, without informing Prince Qin, invited Qi Yun Mountain masters to lay down a Celestial Net at Tusk Mountain, with the plan of capturing the woman once both fighters reached exhaustion."
Fang Changle’s eyes slightly narrowed at this part of the story: "At that mont, a helper suddenly appeared behind the woman, killing everyone around, slaughtering the masters of the Qin Family and Qi Yun Mountain alike..."
"Prince Qin also beca a Living Dead from that ti."
"Do you think that’s ruthless? " Fang Changle asked nonchalantly.
"Ruthless... Truly ruthless..." Zhang Fan awkwardly laughed.
He knew, of course, that the woman Fang Changle spoke of was his mother, and the ruthless, no-survivors helper was his father.
"The Qin Family was greatly weakened by this battle, and at that ti, the head of the Qin Family — also the father of Qin Capital — perished in the calamity."
Without leadership, the Qin Family fell into internal strife.
At that ti, Qin Capital, having lost his father and his exceptionally talented brother becoming a Living Dead, saw his lineage fall completely. He endured for many years, biding his ti to reclaim the throne.
By then, the Qin Family, having endured a great tribulation and infighting, could no longer compare to its peak.
Fortunately, with the Ancestral Master’s blessing and ancestral shelter, a person of note, Qin Ming, erged from this generation of disciples. Young as he is, he beca an heir to Qi Yun Mountain, and has deep ties with White Crane Temple in Shangjing.
"To think there is such a tale of love and hatred." Zhang Fan sighed.
Already more than two decades ago, his father and mother had sealed such a feud with the Qin Family.
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