Immortal Reincarnation Tribulation

Chapter 112 On the Road

The first few disciples who had returned and practiced physical techniques witnessed this scene and were all filled with lingering fear. After secretly rejoicing, they couldn't help but feel a little smug and gleeful.

It should be noted that their cultivation progress was basically balanced. The last few disciples did not cultivate physical techniques, which must have meant that they spent a lot of time cultivating magic.

For cultivators, magic is far more useful than physical skills. During sect competitions, both large and small, the top performers are mostly disciples who specialize in magic, thus gaining an edge over others.

At this moment, the disciple who had suffered many grievances over the years and focused on physical techniques suddenly felt a sense of triumph and extreme joy.

"Ahem... This concludes today's special training. You will have a one-hour break at noon. This afternoon, we will begin outdoor training to cultivate your teamwork skills."

Looking at the last few disciples who returned, and their resentful eyes, Du Fan felt extremely guilty. He coughed lightly and said this.

Finally, Du Fan took the disciples to his residence and personally brewed them cups of spiritual tea.

Over the next few days, Du Fan used some special methods from his previous life to train his disciples' physique, endurance, agility, and teamwork skills.

In his view, even without the Hundred Flowers Valley incident, this basic training would have been of great benefit to them, even though they were cultivators.

The disciples gradually figured out the pattern. They discovered that although Du Fan seemed somewhat indifferent on the surface and rarely smiled, he was actually very soft-hearted.

Whenever they were too tired, Du Fan would show a look of pity in his eyes and invite them to his courtyard for a few cups of particularly delicious spiritual tea.

Therefore, they formed a tacit understanding that whenever they wanted to drink spiritual tea, they would signal to the pretty female disciples to pretend to be extremely tired and pitiful, which always worked.

Du Fan naturally noticed this, but he didn't point it out. This phenomenon, however, unconsciously cultivated a tacit understanding among the disciples, which was very helpful for tactical coordination in Hundred Flowers Valley.

On the last day, Du Fan led them in a live-fire exercise, and his disciples cooperated remarkably well, which greatly pleased Du Fan.

During this time, Du Fan not only managed to cultivate the "Weak Water Shield" to the second level of perfection, but also forged a deep bond with these disciples—a special affection that perhaps had never existed in the cultivation world before: comradeship...

The departure date finally arrived. Du Fan, along with his thirty specially trained disciples, left Qixia Sect under the guidance of seven Golden Core elders.

They first used the sect's large teleportation array to travel to the Golden Silk City branch of the Luo Xue Kingdom. After several more large and medium-sized teleportation arrays, they finally arrived at a place called the Xuanyuan Mountains.

Emerging from the mountains, the group boarded a giant red ship, which transformed into a long rainbow, piercing the sky and speeding away into the distance.

Given Du Fan's status, he was naturally assigned a private room on the giant ship, which was fully equipped and resembled a cave dwelling.

Du Fan paid no attention to any of this. After entering the room, he immediately sat on the futon and began cultivating the ninth level of the Soul Devouring Technique.

He already knew in advance that there was still nearly a month's journey after setting off from the Xuanyuan Mountains. Naturally, he would not waste this time, so as soon as he stepped into the elegant room, he began to practice this technique.

He had already thoroughly comprehended the ninth level of this technique long ago, and it was only a matter of time before he mastered it.

During his time aboard the flying ship, he was undisturbed and focused on his cultivation. On the twelfth day, he mastered the ninth level of the Soul Devouring Technique.

After feeling his divine sense grow stronger once again, Du Fan smiled with satisfaction. After a moment's thought, he began to look at the tenth level of the "Spirit Devouring Technique".

After a long while, Du Fan closed the manual, shook his head and muttered to himself, "The difficulty of the tenth level far exceeds that of the ninth level. It is definitely not something that can be fully comprehended in a short period of time. I should first cultivate those physical techniques to the second level."

Next, he began to focus on practicing the second level of three physical techniques: "Divine Speed ​​Technique," "Body Strengthening Technique," and "Savage Technique."

These techniques were much easier for Du Fan. He could master one of them in about three days, and in less than ten days, he had mastered all three techniques to the second level of mastery.

Du Fan stood up and casually moved around a few times. He immediately felt the changes in his body. With his current strength, speed, and physical conditioning, he was confident that if he were to face Wu Hao again, he could kill him with his bare hands.

With about eight days left before reaching Hundred Flowers Valley, Du Fan pondered for a moment and then made a plan.

Although he is currently in the transition period of the fourth level of Qi Refining, taking pills and essential oils has basically no effect on improving his cultivation level, he still insists on spending half of his time every day cultivating.

Unlike before, a few days later, he began to try to absorb the insignificant spiritual energy of heaven and earth by not taking medicine and relying solely on his internal energy cultivation.

The other half of his time was spent practicing spells using the barrier light screen in the elegant room. He mastered many techniques from it, and his speed in forming hand seals alone was much faster than before.

On this day, Du Fan was meditating and breathing exercises in his elegant room when suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Du Fan's expression shifted, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Elder Du, this is Chen Ru. We are still half an hour away from Hundred Flowers Valley. I have come to report as you instructed." A gentle and pleasant voice came from outside the door.

"Alright, I understand. Summon the other disciples to the deck of the flying boat," Du Fan said calmly.

"yes!"

After a short while, Du Fan and his thirty disciples stood in unison on the spacious deck, facing each other as if they were in special training.

However, the male and female disciples at this time were dressed in various colored clothes, which made them less imposing.

"You have a quarter of an hour to get your clothes and makeup done," Du Fan said with a slight smile.

"Yes!" The disciples dispersed without hesitation and disappeared a few breaths later.

"Elder Du's training methods are indeed effective. In just a few days, these little guys have already shown some of the characteristics of elite soldiers among ordinary people."

At this moment, seven elders stepped out, and the one who spoke was none other than Ouyang Xuan, who was clapping and laughing.

"Elder Ouyang, you flatter me. I have only done my best to help them cooperate smoothly in Hundred Flowers Valley. I am far from achieving what you have described," Du Fan said solemnly, cupping his hands in greeting.

"From what I've observed, the respect those disciples have for you now probably surpasses that for us. Elder Du's methods are truly extraordinary." Dressed in white, Lu Ziqing smiled sweetly as she played with her hair at her temples.

"Elder Lu is joking. How can I compare to you elders? These are nothing but unorthodox and lowly practices." Du Fan shook his head with a wry smile and said this.

"In any case, Elder Du has worked hard this time." A white-robed elder said with a smile.

Du Fan cupped his hands in greeting, about to say something, when the thirty disciples returned one after another.

Apart from Ouyang Xuan's enigmatic smile, the other six elders were stunned into silence by the sight before them.

These disciples were dressed in extremely strange green clothing, and both men and women had their faces painted with streaks of black and green paint.

Especially the female disciples, their once beautiful updos are gone, replaced by uniform ponytails, making it impossible to tell them apart...

"Elder Du, this..." Lu Ziqing's beautiful eyes widened as she looked at Du Fan in disbelief.

The other five elders also gasped, their lips twitching involuntarily.

Du Fan coughed awkwardly, but didn't say anything, because this wasn't something that could be explained in just a few words.

"Report!" a female disciple suddenly called out in a clear voice.

"Speak." Du Fan was taken aback upon hearing this.

"Instructor, you haven't changed your clothes yet," the woman reminded him.

"Uh... I'll go right away." Amidst the laughter of a group of disciples and the astonished gazes of a group of elders, Du Fan quickly left the place.

……

Half an hour later, the Qixia Sect's giant ship flew into a colorful valley, which was none other than the Hundred Flowers Valley of the ancient land.

From a bird's-eye view, this valley is enormous, stretching for thousands of miles. However, most of the area is shrouded in a layer of mist, within which flickers strange lights, which are presumably the ancient restrictions that isolate this place.

Before long, the giant ship landed on an open space of a thousand acres.

Two factions were already present on this open space, and the vast majority of them were sitting cross-legged in meditation.

These two groups were naturally the people from the Wentian Sect and the Yandang Sect who had arrived here in advance. In terms of the number of elders, these two sects were similar to the Qixia Sect.

As the giant ship of the Qixia Sect flew in, the elders of the Wentian Sect and the Yandang Sect all seemed to sense something, opened their eyes, stood up, and squinted.

A moment later, the flying boat landed, and seven Golden Core elders, led by Ouyang Xuan, floated out of the giant boat.

"So it turns out that the Qixia Sect is led by Fellow Daoist Ouyang this time. Haha, it's been quite a few years since I last saw you. We should catch up properly this time."

The leader of the Yandang Sect was a middle-aged man, dressed in a golden python robe, with a square face, broad nose and mouth, and bright eyes, giving him a very rugged and unrestrained appearance.

The person who had just spoken was this very person. At this moment, he led a group of elders from the Yandang Sect forward a few steps to greet them, smiling and cupping his hands in greeting.

"Fellow Daoist Huangfu, what brings you here? I heard you are attempting to condense your Nascent Soul, could it be that..." The moment Ouyang Xuan saw this person, his expression changed slightly, and a strong sense of apprehension appeared in his eyes.