Chapter 769 - 368: The Fourth Cultivator! Li Changgeng’s Life or Death_2

Chapter 769: Chapter 368: The Fourth Cultivator! Li Changgeng’s Life or Death_2

Everyone was momentarily stunned upon hearing this.

"How dare you!" Han Wenlong shouted angrily.

"Qi Wu, this young disciple of your Zhongnan Mountain is really ill-mannered."

Yan Fei’s gaze darkened slightly, only then did he truly take a good look at Zhang Fan: "What did you just say? Maybe you should say it again."

Cold words clashed like weapons, echoing in the serene small temple, carrying unparalleled authority and a hint of warning.

"Is Li Changgeng’s life really that resilient?"

Zhang Fan appeared unaware, holding a paper cup, slowly walking to the table, entering everyone’s view.

He placed the paper cup on the table, speaking slowly and softly: "Logically speaking, even if there is Headless Rebirth, he should have died."

"Who exactly are you?"

Yan Fei’s face changed suddenly, slapping the table vigorously as he stood up.

Li Changgeng, a descendant of White Crane Temple, was regarded as the most outstanding disciple in five hundred years. He often stayed in Shangjing, rarely traveling outside, his name hardly known, only the high-level figures of various sects and outstanding descendants knew his name.

As for the Divine Techniques he awakened, even within White Crane Temple itself, only a few knew that he had awakened the [Vertical Earth Golden Light]. Regarding the second Divine Technique he awakened [Headless Rebirth], such secrecy was unknown to outsiders or even Han Wenlong standing nearby.

The man before them, unbelievably revealed this with a mere sentence.

There are only two possibilities for such a situation, one is that he heard it from somewhere, and the other is that he personally verified it...

If it’s the first, then that’s fine, but if it’s the second...

"Cultivator, do not be agitated."

Suddenly, Yan Fei felt a blur in front of her, Zhang Fan’s hand gently landed on her shoulder.

Despite her Cultivation, she allowed a man to approach without detection, at that momentary blur, it felt as if her thoughts were consumed, time seemed to stand still.

Rumble...

Almost simultaneously, Han Wenlong reacted instinctively, his form like electricity, his palm swirling with a fierce gale, like a vibrating blade, reaching for Zhang Fan.

"Didn’t I say? Cultivator, do not be agitated."

Rumble...

Zhang Fan’s words were slow, but when heard by Han Wenlong, they were like a bolt from the blue, thunderous and resonating.

His head roared fiercely, a twitch at the center of his brows, his Primordial Spirit violently shaking, the terrifying frequency directly collapsing his mind, the wind in his palm shattered, making his whole being tremble, kneeling directly on the ground.

"You... you..."

Han Wenlong’s eyes were wide open, sweat the size of beans dripped from his forehead, in his vision, the temple, his peers... seemed to disappear, the figure of Zhang Fan appeared as a blur, like an eternal night, pulling him into an endless abyss.

"Zhang..." Meng Qiwu was about to call, but hesitated.

"Junior brother..." Yan Fei cried out.

Zhang Fan did not even glance, his hand on Yan Fei’s shoulder slightly exerting force, gently pressing her back into her seat, at the same time, pushing the cup of water on the table towards her.

"Come, tell me, how is Li Changgeng now? Surely he’s not truly dead?"

Zhang Fan’s tone was calm and friendly, as if an old friend had come from afar to inquire after recent events.

"I... I don’t understand what you’re talking about... I only know that Brother Changgeng has a Dark Hall dedicated for closed cultivation in White Crane Temple, for the past two months, its doors have remained closed, with nine rings of the bell at midnight every day..."

"The eternal lamp in front of the hall has never extinguished..."

Yan Fei looked at Zhang Fan, fear in her eyes, she could not gauge the depth of this man before her, yet he was able to manipulate both her and Han Wenlong effortlessly, such Cultivation is truly terrifying.

Initially, she thought Zhang Fan was just a regular disciple in this small temple, but now, it seems he might not even be a disciple of Zhongnan Mountain.

"Brother Changgeng is likely in closed cultivation." Yan Fei said with a hint of bitterness.

"So you haven’t seen him?" Zhang Fan asked solemnly.

"I haven’t seen Brother Changgeng in a long time." Yan Fei shook her head.

Zhang Fan lowered his gaze, silence engulfing him.

That day in Hundred Thousand Mountains, he shattered Li Changgeng’s Primordial Spirit, destroyed his physical form, by all accounts, he should be dead beyond revival. Could there still be a chance for survival?

"Heaven and Earth Stealing Fortune... could there truly be a great fortune?"

Zhang Fan sighed internally, withdrawing his hand from Yan Fei’s shoulder.

"You may leave."

As the words fell, the pressure around Han Wenlong dissipated instantly, he felt as if heavy shackles had been lifted, his vision gradually restored, Zhang Fan’s figure became clear, yet his gaze was evasive and filled with awe.

Yan Fei’s face was unsightly as she stood up, retreating a step in fear, her gaze falling upon Meng Qiwu, seemingly puzzled and angry.

"Yan Fei, I’m very sorry about today’s incident, I will surely give you an explanation in the future." Meng Qiwu sighed.

In front of Zhang Fan, she didn’t have much say.

"You should leave first."

"Alright!" Yan Fei bit her silver teeth tightly: "I await your explanation."

Speaking that, she turned to leave, but paused slightly at the temple gate, turning back.

"May I know your name, so I can report back to Brother Li Changgeng?" Yan Fei said solemnly.

"If you don’t leave now, don’t leave at all." Zhang Fan said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Han Wenlong hurriedly stepped out of the temple gate, Yan Fei’s face twitched lightly, biting her silver teeth, she left in a hurry.

Zhang Fan watched their fading backs, his expression gradually darkening.

"It seems heaven has not tired of conflict yet."

"You and Li Changgeng..."

Meng Qiwu stepped forward to look at Zhang Fan, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

"If he’s really not dead, he does indeed count as a formidable enemy." Zhang Fan whispered softly.

Meng Qiwu raised her eyebrows, remaining silent, she could hear from those words a story suffused with ominous tension.

Zhang Fan shook his head, collecting his thoughts, regardless of Li Changgeng’s life or death, it wasn’t a problem he needed to consider now.

He had more important matters to attend to.

"Continue on the road?" Meng Qiwu asked.

She knew that the news Yan Fei brought must have unsettled Zhang Fan; once that Wang family’s freak emerged, entering the Living Dead Tomb, it would spell crisis for Human Xiao.

Between the two, a great battle was inevitable, neither would rest until the other was dead.

That was the Wang family’s main ground.

"Searching like this is like finding a needle in the sea." Zhang Fan shook his head.

"It is indeed like finding a needle in the sea." Meng Qiwu sighed.

The Living Dead Tomb, even the Wang family people couldn’t find it easily, let alone outsiders like them?

"Is there a quiet place here?" Zhang Fan asked.

"There’s an empty room at the back."

"Take me there."

Meng Qiwu paused for a moment, without questioning further, she led Zhang Fan to an empty room.

Zhang Fan walked into the room and took out a folded piece of leather from his backpack, at first glance, it seemed like a blanket, he blew out a breath of True Yang, and the leather quickly inflated, transforming into a human shape.

The corner of Meng Qiwu’s eye twitched slightly, instantly recognizing it.

Zhang Beijiang, on the last occasion at the Pyramid of Corpses, this Spirit Zombie displayed fierce power, leaving a deep impression on him.

"Guard the area for me." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

After all, this was Zhongnan Mountain, someone else’s territory, having only Meng Qiwu hold the area for him, he couldn’t be at ease, but Zhang Beijiang was different, this Spirit Zombie was absolutely loyal, and after absorbing the [Pyramid of Corpses] last time, his strength had greatly increased, unless a Sect Leader intervened, no one in the Great Master Realm could suppress him.

"Alright!"

Meng Qiwu looked at Zhang Beijiang, she also knew Zhang Fan seemed domineering but was actually cautious, he didn’t fully trust her, so she didn’t say much and withdrew with Zhang Beijiang from the room.

Inside the room, only Zhang Fan remained; he sat cross-legged on the bed, his Primordial Spirit illuminated, entering the depths of Inner Scenery.

Dang... dang... dang...

The sound of heavy chains clashing echoed softly, in the hazy darkness, that mysterious and immense apparition slowly materialized before Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit.

"You’ve returned... seeking to traverse the river of memories of the Three Corpses once again?"

The cold and void voice suddenly resonated, akin to thunderous storms, reverberating within the depths of Inner Scenery.

"No, I came looking for you..." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"Looking for me?"

"I can’t be called me... seeking will be futile." The cold and void voice spoke a cryptic message.

"Don’t mess around with me, you’ve already formed a ’self,’ you’re no longer just a memory..." Zhang Fan said in a deep voice.

"What do you want to know?"

The cold void voice paused momentarily, then asked.

"Jia Sheng Gui Si!!!"

Zhang Fan’s lips parted slightly, uttering the name of that Supreme Pill Technique.