Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Fang Changle, he's definitely been captured.

"You're still not off the hook; technically, you're not allowed to leave Yujing City, and I'm partially responsible."

"The sea is wide for fish to leap, the sky is high for birds to fly..."

"What if I insist on leaving?" Fang Changle teased.

"You can try." Zhang Fan said casually.

"Last night was just a sparring session. If you really want to leave, then I'll have to get serious."

Zhang Fan knew that to subdue someone like him, you first had to demonstrate unquestionable strength.

"Really?"

Fang Changle grinned, not at all displeased by Zhang Fan's words, and was actually somewhat looking forward to it.

"Where are we headed now?"

"To see your fellow disciples." Zhang Fan whispered.

...

Yujing City People's Hospital.

The corridor was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

As soon as they entered, a cacophony of voices came from a distance.

"I came back from overseas. If it weren't for patriotism, who would want to return? Is this the service attitude you have?"

A sharp, piercing voice echoed in the corridor, causing many to stop and watch.

"Ma'am, please queue up."

At that moment, a nurse walked up calmly to comfort her.

"Who are you saying cut in line? Don't touch me, I'll sue you for human rights violations..."

A woman dressed flamboyantly, wearing golden earrings, pointed at the nurse, shouting in anger.

"Is this how you treat your compatriots? What a lousy hospital! It's filthy, the service is terrible... Get me your director." The flamboyant woman looked disgusted.

"Times have changed..." Zhang Fan sighed as he passed by.

Truly a mouth full of patriotic words, residing in California.

Why did such people even come back?!

"What are you doing?"

At that moment, Zhang Fan caught sight of Fang Changle drawing a Spirit Void Talisman aimed at the flamboyantly dressed woman.

"I've invited her to enjoy a Profanity Talisman!" Fang Changle said casually.

Buzz...

Before the words were finished, a cold wind inexplicably swept past the flamboyant woman, making her shudder abruptly.

"Who do you think you are, pointing fingers at me? My daily spending exceeds what you earn in a year..."

"Ugh..."

Suddenly, before she could finish, the flamboyant woman's face turned ashen. When she opened her mouth, she vomited yellow and white substances, including not just food remnants, but also filthy items like excrement.

"Ma'am, what's wrong?" The nurse was taken aback.

"Ugh..."

The flamboyant woman hadn't managed to speak before she vomited again, and a stench spread rapidly.

"Whenever she dares spit lies again, she'll puke every single time." Fang Changle smirked coldly.

Maoshan's Profanity Talisman specifically treats foul mouths. Once afflicted, the victim spits out filthy language, followed by vomiting filthy substances. Over time it depletes one's vital energy and shortens life.

"Aren't Maoshan's rules strictly limiting the use of Daoist Skills on ordinary people?" Black Nightmare couldn't help but ask.

"Limiting isn't the same as banning." Fang Changle sneered, "My Daoist skill has reached Great Success, so naturally, I'm unrestricted."

"If one doesn't deal with such people, how can one achieve peace of mind, and how can Daoist skills prevail?"

As he spoke, Fang Changle glanced at Black Nightmare, chuckling, "What? You demons have more regulations than us humans?"

"No, we usually just eat these kinds of people." Black Nightmare shook his head and whispered.

"Don't tell me you all devour them raw?"

"There are techniques too; steaming and roasting are more common..." Black Nightmare explained.

"Let's go."

Zhang Fan raised his hand, interrupting the conversation between the man and the demon.

Qi Ji had been in the hospital for a while and was pretty much recovered.

Jiang Hu mentioned, he's due to be discharged in the next couple of days, which was why Zhang Fan brought Fang Changle along, hoping to bridge some gaps.

Opening the ward door, Jiang Hu and Jifeng Pavilion were helping pack the luggage, and Qi Ji's complexion had improved quite a bit.

"Time to be discharged, huh." Zhang Fan entered with a fruit basket.

"Brother Fan." Jifeng Pavilion, acting the most obedient, greeted him.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Hu called out.

"Just dropping by for a visit." Zhang Fan chuckled lightly.

"Huh!? Senior Brother Fang?"

At that moment, Qi Ji and Jiang Hu both froze, noticing Fang Changle standing behind Zhang Fan.

They had been at Maoshan much longer than Jifeng Pavilion, and before Jiang Hu was expelled, Fang Changle was already the eldest senior brother, naturally, they knew him.

"Long time no see." Fang Changle grinned, his gaze sweeping over Qi Ji and Jiang Hu.

"Jiang Hu's here too. Are you returning to the sect?"

"Not yet." Jiang Hu shook his head.

He had resolved that until the day he avenged Wu Ma, he wouldn't return to Maoshan.

"Should be soon." Qi Ji chimed in.

"I've said it before; you shouldn't have expelled him from the mountain initially. Either finish him off entirely, or don't bother; he was framed after all." Fang Changle declared righteously.

"..."

"Eldest brother, why are you here?" Qi Ji changed the subject.

Five years ago, Fang Changle disappeared without a trace, and the sect had been searching for him ever since.

"Mind your own business." Fang Changle cast a sidelong glance.

"Qi Ji, you're really useless. Usually, you look smart, but you couldn't even protect your junior disciples against Wuwei Demon?"

On their way over, Zhang Fan had already informed Fang Changle about Qi Ji and the others being attacked.

When mentioned, Qi Ji's expression darkened, instinctively lowered his head, tightly clenching his fists.

The death of Junior Disciple Mo Yun was a scar on his heart. Perhaps if he had been stronger...

"Enough, elder brother's words were harsh; the deceased are gone, the living must strive." Fang Changle patted Qi Ji's shoulder, but did not offer more consolation.