Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 570 - 279: Innate Spirit Embryo! Senior Evil and Ye Beichen

"Innate Spirit Embryo, if born, must face tribulation; that monster has become Its guardian." Chang Weiyang couldn’t help but sigh.

Innate Spirit Embryos are not born so easily.

Back then, that Daoist committed countless slaughter, even refining the Pyramid of Corpses, all to share the tribulation for the Innate Spirit Embryo. Yet he did not know he was also within the tribulation, eventually becoming the Guardian Beast of the Innate Spirit Embryo.

"Uncle Master, that Innate Spirit Embryo must be down below." Qi Dongqiang couldn’t help but say.

"You don’t need to remind me."

Chang Weiyang cast a sidelong glance, not sparing a look at the monster, but instead gazing into the boundless night.

"Since you’ve come, fellow Daoist, why not reveal yourself for a meeting?"

As the words fell, all present felt a strange emotion, and looking up they saw a man in a Daoist Robe, striding upon the wind, bearing distinct Immortal Family grace.

"Ye Beichen, it has been many years." Chang Weiyang said coolly.

Zhang Fan was stirred at the mention.

Ye Beichen of Zhongnan Mountain, renowned alongside Liu Nanxu of Zhenwu Mountain, together called the Twin Heavens.

Liu Nanxu, he had met before.

He hadn’t expected to now meet Ye Beichen as well.

"Taoist Brother Chang, you deign to arrive—why didn’t you send word?" Ye Beichen replied calmly.

His gaze pierced everything, and in his eyes, only Chang Weiyang remained; all else faded.

Indeed, reaching this realm, he could no longer bother with juniors like Zhang Fan and Qi Delong.

"No need for formalities." Chang Weiyang shook his head. "Let us handle that thing first, then discuss other matters."

"Very well!" Ye Beichen considered briefly, then nodded.

The matters referenced were, of course, about the Innate Spirit Embryo’s ownership.

"Juniors, stand back."

At Chang Weiyang’s faint command, barely spoken, Ye Beichen moved.

He stepped forward, wild winds whirling about him, as if an unsheathed sword soaring forth, cleaving toward the massive fungus.

Before the monster, Ye Beichen seemed as small as a withered leaf, but as the leaf floated, the wind it stirred turned into a colossal sword, instantly slicing the vast flesh-mushroom into hundreds of segments.

"Holy shit..." Qi Delong’s eyes bulged wide.

Zhang Fan’s own hands gripped tight, involuntarily.

In the blink of an eye, the monstrous, invincible creature had actually been chopped into piece after piece.

Rumble...

Meanwhile, the gourd in Chang Weiyang’s hand suddenly opened; a blaze of thunder-fire shot heavenward, surging forth like a bursting flood, instantly swallowing those quivering flesh fragments, reducing them to drifting wisps of black smoke.

"Th-this... is that all?"

Zhang Fan and Qi Delong exchanged stunned glances, petrified.

"So this is a Celestial Master..." Zhang Fan murmured softly.

On the ravaged earth remained chunks of flesh, smeared in everlasting thunder-fire; each slight wriggle turned to black vapor and vanished.

Ye Beichen strode toward the scorched ground; what met his gaze, dimly visible, were flesh-colored tendrils, like roots, burrowing deep into the earth—who could say where they stretched to?

"Dao-brother, your methods are too fierce. Let me handle it, lest you harm that Innate Spirit Embryo." Chang Weiyang suggested.

Ye Beichen mulled it over, said nothing, and silently retreated to the side.

Chang Weiyang walked to the scorched spot, directly tossed his gourd down; it landed with a muffled thud, as if it weighed a thousand catties.

In the next instant, soil and stone all around began to collapse and rot, flowing outward like a mudslide.

Rumble...

At that moment, a surge of treasure-light shot into the sky, accompanied by mottled scarlet clouds.

The anomaly made Zhang Fan and Qi Delong stare with wide eyes.

Three feet underground, a massive pit appeared, and within it lay an enormous Clam Pearl, its intricate patterns clinging like Talismans. All around, moisture billowed, while within the pearl, a fierce fire blazed, like boiling magma, faintly human-shaped, akin to a placenta.

"Kan in Li form, water and fire nurturing spirit!" Qi Delong whispered, his gaze obsessed.

The human body contains water and fire; taking Kan and filling Li, hence one can reverse and become Immortal.

Innate Spirit Embryo, supremely crafted by nature, is born with these omens.

"So this is the Innate Spirit Embryo..." Zhang Fan muttered, dazed.

"That’s still not the true Innate Spirit Embryo..." Qi Delong said softly.

If the true Innate Spirit Embryo were born, its manifestation would shake the heavens—how could that be?

For now, this one remains in the womb, unformed.

"Now we may deliberate."

Ye Beichen gazed upon the Innate Spirit Embryo; even as Celestial Master, his eyes unavoidably rippled with emotion.

"We must wait a little longer." Chang Weiyang shook his head.

"Wait for what?" Ye Beichen just spoke, then frowned, glancing toward the distant mountain depths.

"Heh, worthy of a Celestial Master from a famed Daoist mountain—so sharp of sense."

At that moment, a lazy laugh came from the dark night, tinged with icy malice.

Zhang Fan’s heart skipped. The voice was disturbingly familiar.

He and Qi Delong exchanged glances, then looked toward its source.

Amidst the vast night, a middle-aged man in a Mountain Patrol Officer uniform walked in, treading on moonlight, accompanied by two figures at his side.

"Rooster!"

"Wu Ma!"

Zhang Fan arched his brow, recognizing these old acquaintances. Now, the latter glared at him hungrily.

Yet Zhang Fan only glanced briefly before his gaze locked onto the Mountain Patrol Officer.

"Old Age!?"

"Senior Evil!" Ye Beichen growled low, actually calling out the other’s name.

Chang Weiyang cast a sideways look, with hidden significance.

"You know him?"

"He is Tai Sui, his name is Senior Evil." Ye Beichen replied coldly.

"Tai Sui!?"

Chang Weiyang’s gaze darkened—at his level, of course he would know of Tai Sui’s presence.

"Junior Brother, it’s been a long time!" Senior Evil grinned, "Li Linglong’s rabid lapdog, even licked his way to the Celestial Master seat—fortune really is unpredictable in this world!"

"You court death!"

As these words fell, rage exploded from Ye Beichen, thunder booming across the heavens.