Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 520 - 258: Life Is Woven Through Farewells! Zhang Wang and Qin Daoyuan

The green hills remain, yet the setting sun has blazed multiple times.

Zhang Fan looked at this former unrivaled prodigy of the Qin Family before him, that scattered black hair now had a few strands of white.

This man, who by age could entirely be considered an elder, actually asked about his mother first instead of the Qin Family’s safety as soon as he spoke!?

"My mom!?"

Zhang Fan’s eyes widened, staring intently at Prince Qin, his expression gradually turning strange.

He vaguely knew that over twenty years ago, his mother and Prince Qin had a grudge, having numerous battles in Huizhou Province, almost equal in skill.

At that time, Prince Qin had already awakened Divine Techniques, according to the memories Zhang Fan saw, he even met the Thousand-Year-Old Demon, obtaining its guidance, thus faintly pressing down on Li Linglong. Later, if Zhang Lingzong hadn’t emerged suddenly, it would have truly been uncertain whether it was fortune or misfortune.

"Asleep for over twenty years and still holding a grudge? It doesn’t make sense, he should hold a grudge against my dad." Zhang Fan mused in his heart, but outwardly, he shook his head helplessly.

"Is she not well?" Prince Qin asked in a deep voice.

"She’s gone." Zhang Fan sighed.

"Gone? What do you mean by gone?" Prince Qin’s eyebrows twitched, his voice suddenly becoming sharp.

"Senior, she’s already dead. No matter what grudge you had with her, I..."

Rumble...

Zhang Fan’s words were not yet finished when a terrifying aura rose from Prince Qin’s body, roaring like a startled dragon, trembling like thunder, pressing down the surrounding cliffs, chilling the forest, dispersing a cloud above.

"Senior, you..." Zhang Fan’s face changed slightly, instantly feeling the overwhelming power akin to Divine Prison from the Sect Leader Realm.

"Dead? You say she is dead? How could she die? How can she be dead?" Prince Qin shouted angrily, fierce winds roared, like a wild blade, causing the surrounding rock walls to drop stones.

"She died ten years ago; I was still young then, the specific situation is unclear." Zhang Fan shook his head.

Currently, his Primordial Spirit is not complete, and about what happened ten years ago under Dragon Tiger Mountain, he only knows a vague general idea; he couldn’t possibly tell Prince Qin what Zhang Lingzong told him...

His mother died in a car accident, probably the other party was drunk driving!

The dignified Human Xiao, died in a car accident, saying such things would make even ghosts scoff; it’s simply laughable.

"Zhang Lingzong? That useless man couldn’t protect her?" Prince Qin growled.

His eyes were blood-red, overflowing with anger, emotions of fury, and sadness weaving within his body.

"My father is now in Ailao Mountain, senior, do you want to chat with him and ask how my mom actually died?" Zhang Fan said weakly.

To be honest, he also very much wanted to know.

"Ailao Mountain..."

Prince Qin mumbled softly, lifting his head to look at the sky, his long hair blew with the wind, an intricate brilliance stirred in his deep eyes.

"Water is without form, flowers will end, we may meet again, but life grows amidst parting..."

Suddenly, Prince Qin let out a long howl to the heavens, a voice that was neither crying nor laughing, filled with intense emotions, as if the world was colored by him.

Soon after, he leaped, like a great roc soaring, jumping off the cliff, disappearing from Zhang Fan’s view.

"Madness, what did mom do to him back then?" Zhang Fan’s expression became even more strange.

Regarding his parents’ past, he knew truly too little, who’s to say such a supreme expert might appear any day, whether enemy or friend he couldn’t discern.

"Zhang Fan..."

Just then, a shout came from afar, Zhang Fan looked up to see Fang Changle coming over, followed closely by a figure, the very Brother Yu Hua he had met once in Yujing City.

"Brother Yu Hua..." Zhang Fan stepped forward to greet.

That day, in Jiangnan Province Daoist Alliance, although they had only met briefly, hearing him discuss the Nine Great Inner Elixir Methods, he gained quite a lot.

How quickly time flies that they’ve met again in Huizhou Province, showing that fate runs deeper than they initially believed.

"Fierce Mountain blood, a major calamity for the Daoist Family." Yu Hua’s gaze swept over the scene, knowing that this place had been fraught with danger, certainly having experienced intense battles, highly fierce, the air even retained similar auras...

Those were Sect Leader Realm masters!!!

"Brother Yu Hua, didn’t expect us to meet so soon." Zhang Fan whispered.

"I specifically rushed over from Maoshan." Yu Hua said solemnly.

"I’ve already told the Brother the basics of the matter." Fang Changle hinted with his eyes.

"Human Xiao... The Human Xiao of this generation has surfaced indeed." Yu Hua’s expression was grave, softly murmuring.

In Fang Changle’s version, all instigators were naturally the Human Xiao, anyway, he was Wuwei Demon, surely indifferent to having dozens of lives in his hands.

Moreover, being the head of the Thirteen Zodiacs, Fang Changle’s framing is essentially a way to boost his reputation, heightening his esteem within Wuwei Sect, he should actually thank Fang Changle, gifting him a banner wouldn’t be too much.

"You really attract trouble, a thousand times shouldn’t be, shouldn’t have meddled in these matters." Yu Hua looked at the chaos, speaking in a serious tone.

"Brother, we defend against demons and uphold Dao, we cannot shirk duty..." Fang Changle fiercely stated.

"Enough, there’s no outsider here, who are you telling this to?" Yu Hua glanced sideways, immediately cutting off Fang Changle.

"Is there death here?"

"The deceased are not ordinary people; even the Patriarch of the Qin Family..." Yu Hua spoke quietly.

"Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan are both members of the Divine Power Association, Divine Gifted, life and death in the balance will influence unseen cycles."

Life creates all, wherein life and death exist an unseen cycle.