Daoist Competition-Chapter 231 - 84: Wielding the Sword Intimidates, Bu Tian Xian Zhai 2

Hu Zhi Li sensed that there might be an opening in the matter. He exchanged a glance with Huo Zhiqi and softened his tone a bit, saying, "Junior Brother Zhang, no need to hurry. There are still many doubts that haven’t been clarified. This matter isn’t without room for resolution. As long as you testify truthfully for Senior Brother Fang Hong and recount the details of those dozen or so days, we will naturally vindicate you and ensure you don’t suffer any injustice."

Zhang Yan sat there, a faint smile on his face, and replied, "You two senior brothers just now wanted to know how I, alone, managed to overcome fifteen people. Allow me to show you."

Before the two old Daoists could fully grasp his words, they suddenly felt a chill sweep over their bodies as a piercing killing intent filled the inner chamber.

In an instant, a radiant streak of light exploded forth. From atop Zhang Yan’s head, a sword ball dazzling like the stars leapt into the air. With a single oscillation, it split into two, then into four, and then into eight. Eight sword balls shimmered in brilliance as they flew erratically through the air.

This display left the two old Daoists utterly shaken. Huo Zhiqi exclaimed in shock, "The Splitting Light Separation Method? To separate into eight swords in a single breath?"

Hu Zhi Li, equally incredulous, muttered, "Could it be an illusion technique?"

Zhang Yan chuckled softly and moved his thoughts. In an instant, the two Daoists found their vision blurred as the eight sword balls suddenly descended upon their heads.

The two old Daoists were terrified and scrambled to evade. But the room was narrow, and it seemed all paths were sealed by the sword balls. Whether effective or not, they had no choice but to propel their tunneling light outward to meet the attack head-on.

The eight streaks of blue light passed through effortlessly, unable to block the sword balls in the slightest. Horrified, they could only watch as the sword balls bore down on their necks.

Just as the two thought their lives were forfeit, the sword light suddenly withdrew, and everything returned to stillness, as though the previous moment had been an illusion. frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

Zhang Yan’s gaze swept across them, and his cold glare chilled them to the bone. "You two senior brothers, forget fifteen people—if they come again, I will kill them all with a single sword strike."

The two old Daoists, still trembling from their ordeal, felt something amiss on their faces. Reaching up to touch, they discovered their beards had been severed without their notice.

At this moment, the pair looked at Zhang Yan with expressions filled with fear. Though they had cultivated for hundreds of years, their meager talent and lingering worldly attachments relegated them to mundane roles as stewards. The killing intent they’d felt earlier had chilled their very lungs, almost convincing them that Zhang Yan truly intended to take their lives.

Hu Zhi Li, with his beard cut and robes disheveled, stood up trembling, his posture utterly pathetic. He struggled to muster a sharp retort but ultimately dared not. He pulled at Huo Zhiqi and whispered, "Senior Brother, let’s leave. Why bother arguing with this youngster? He’ll learn his lesson someday."

Huo Zhiqi, having rolled several times on the floor, was even worse off, covered in dust from head to toe. Nodding shakily, he dared not linger and fled with Hu Zhi Li. Together, they hastily rushed out the door, activating their tunneling light like escapees and flying away in panic.

After the two departed, Zhang Yan lowered his head in thought for a while. Then, with a faint smile, he returned to his room to meditate.

Days passed quickly. Since the departure of the two old Daoists, no one else had come to bother him. Zhang Yan understood that the sect’s factions were undoubtedly engaging in covert struggles over the matter. He himself had no means to intervene in such affairs. Returning to the Mountain Gate would only invite trouble, so he decided to remain here and enjoy solitude.

At noon that day, as he was studying a section of the True Form Technique, he suddenly heard the melodious sound of chimes and bells. A voice sang from the sky, "With feet upon immortal clouds, I roam the eight desolations. Across the perilous paths of the Star River, I tread. Should you seek the Elixir Fruit of immortality, those of fate may come to Bu Tian House."

Though the voice clearly originated from the clouds, it resounded distinctly in his ears.

Upon hearing the mention of "Bu Tian House," Zhang Yan’s expression immediately changed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he suddenly summoned his sword and shot a streak of blue light skyward.

Reaching the cloud layer, he followed the direction of the voice, searching for twenty or so miles. Soon, he saw a kindly-faced, diminutive old Daoist sitting in a small octagonal cool pavilion, leisurely pouring himself wine. When Zhang Yan approached, the old Daoist clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Marvelous, truly marvelous! You are the first fated one today."

Zhang Yan stepped forward into the cool pavilion, cupped his hands, and said, "Zhang Yan of the Mingcang Sect pays respects to the senior."

Bu Tian House was one of the Ten Great Sects of Xuanmen, yet its disciples were exceedingly mysterious. No one knew the location of their Mountain Gate. Furthermore, the sect harbored a peculiar custom: its elders would frequently wander the realm, carrying bamboo towers, cool pavilions, palaces, and other structures, searching for "fated individuals." Should a cultivation disciple encounter them and share a comparable temperament, they would often receive some form of beneficial reward.

The old Daoist chuckled and waved his hand, gesturing to a seat in the cool pavilion.

Zhang Yan understood and stepped forward to sit down. Not long after, the clouds ahead churned as another figure approached.

It was a youthful and dashing man, dressed in white with a high crown, his demeanor ethereal. He was accompanied by two alluring concubines, who followed closely at his side. Entering the pavilion, the youth glanced briefly at Zhang Yan before walking toward the old Daoist, bowing respectfully and saying, "Junior Chen Tong greets Senior Pu Yuzi."

The old Daoist chuckled slyly and replied, "No need for flattery. Even if I know your elders, it has nothing to do with you."

The youth seemed unfazed, selecting his seat without hesitation. It happened to be directly across from Zhang Yan. Meanwhile, the two beautiful concubines remained behind him.

The pavilion had four seats in total. With the old Daoist, Zhang Yan, and the elegant youth already seated, only one seat remained unoccupied.

The old Daoist glanced at the empty seat and said aloud, "One more shall come."

Just then, the sound of jingling ornaments was heard from outside, and a red figure flashed into the pavilion.

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