Daoist Competition-Chapter 268 - 1 Paying Respects to Beichen_2

Yue Shaoting waved his hand and said straightforwardly, "Then let Daoist Wang work his magic."

The young Daoist thought to himself, "Master forbade me from using this banner for sacrificial refinement on living people. I’ve restrained myself all this time, but this time it’s justified, and even if Master finds out, he likely won’t say anything."

He reached into the bag beneath the saddle bridge and pulled out a small banner painted with strange talismans. Chanting incantations under his breath, he shook his hand, and the banner turned into a stream of black mist and flew out.

In no time, the black mist reached above the heads of the hunters. These people were mere mortals, laughing and chatting among themselves, entirely unaware of any change. The black mist flickered once in the air, and their souls were all harvested. In an instant, they collapsed dead.

The young Daoist thought to himself, "That Princess Qingyuan dared to look down on me earlier. I’ve heard there’s a true disciple of Beichen Sect backing her, and I can’t provoke her, but I can certainly scare her a bit to show her my skills."

He did not retrieve the banner and began chanting another spell. The black mist swirled in the air and then flew higher, seemingly searching for the location of the princess.

Just at that moment, a sharp beam of tunneling light streaked across the sky. With just a brush of its radiant glow, the black mist was torn apart and completely obliterated. The tunneling light continued on as if nothing had happened, flashing once before disappearing.

The unexpected destruction of the dharma treasure caused the young Daoist to tremble violently and spit out a mouthful of blood. He fell from his horse, shocking everyone, who quickly dismounted to check on him. The Daoist’s face was deathly pale as he moaned, "Someone destroyed my magic artifact. Quick! Burn the talisman papers in my waist pouch to summon my master and save my life..."

Zhang Yan was flying on his sword, his brow slightly furrowed. He seemed to sense that he had brushed against something earlier, but he paid it no mind. When flying on a sword, his Sword Qi often surged outward, and it was not uncommon for birds that failed to evade him to be slain along the way.

After leaving the mountain gate, he traveled northwest. His destination this time was Dan Yang Mountain, the home of the Beichen Sect.

Back when he was Opening Meridians, to conceal the source of his meridian opening, he needed to find another Jade Liquid Pool. With the help of Princess Lin Ya and the connections of Cao Ying, he received assistance from a Beichen Sect disciple named Yan Zhenhua. Subsequently, this person kept in contact frequently, even inviting Zhang Yan to visit. However, Zhang Yan was always too busy with his cultivation and simply had no time to spare. At first, he replied personally, but later he asked Luo Xiao to write letters to politely decline on his behalf.

This journey served two purposes: collecting Five Qi Essence to cultivate the Supreme Mysterious True Light, and searching for items required for pill refinement.

Forming a Golden Core required six external materials, known in the Xuanmen as the Nine Elixirs, divided into Inner Three Elixirs, Outer Three Elixirs, and Upper Three Elixirs. The Upper Three Elixirs appeared naturally during the refinement of the Golden Core, while the Inner and Outer Three Elixirs needed to be actively sought. However, the sources of these six materials were complex, dispersed across East Splendor Continent.

Zhang Yan, having cultivated within the Mingcang Sect until now, was unfamiliar with the recent happenings in the Cultivation World. Relying solely on himself to locate these items was not an easy task.

Fortunately, Yan Zhenhua was a shrewd and resourceful man, claiming connections to many fellow Daoists, making him a potentially valuable source of information. His recent letter mentioned a longevity banquet hosted by a relative in his family, inviting Zhang Yan to attend. Zhang Yan decided to seize this chance to network with other cultivators.

As he continued flying, he noticed a multicolored cloud mist drifting toward him from afar. Standing atop the mist was a tall and thin elder with a troubled expression. Upon seeing the sword light emanating from Zhang Yan’s tunneling light—a sign of a Sword Cultivator—the elder was startled, quickly halted his cloud mist, and made way without hesitation.

Zhang Yan glanced at him briefly and, seeing that his cultivation was only at Ming Qi Second Realm and that he relied on the cloud-mist magic artifact for flight, couldn’t be bothered to interact. He urged his tunneling light forward and passed by directly.

The old Daoist wiped the sweat from his brow, his heart racing as he thought, "That tunneling light is composed of Sword Qi, undoubtedly a Xuan Guang Practitioner. I can’t tell which sword sect he belongs to, but such individuals are notoriously arrogant. I’m fortunate to have acted humbly earlier. Had I been too rash and collided with him, he could’ve easily killed me with a casual strike, and I’d have no place to seek justice..."

Shaking his head, the old Daoist, still worried about his disciple, prepared to activate his cloud mist artifact. Just as he turned to look behind him, he was startled to see the tunneling light returning. His heart sank as he silently cursed his luck.

Zhang Yan, having recalled something mid-way, turned back and approached the old Daoist. With his tunneling light withdrawn, he cupped his hands and greeted, "Greetings, fellow Daoist. I have a question to ask."

The old Daoist quickly bowed in return and replied, "I dare not delay. May I ask what the senior requires? I will answer all to the best of my knowledge."

Zhang Yan asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you happen to know if there’s an Immortal Market for flying boats nearby?"

Since he was visiting another’s cave mansion, he didn’t want to arrive empty-handed. He thought he might purchase some rare items from the Immortal Market to use as a gift.

Just as the old Daoist was about to reply, a crimson beam of light descended from the horizon, landing before the two. It turned out to be a graceful young woman adorned with floating ribbons and standing on a round disk-shaped flying escape magic tool. Seeing Zhang Yan’s striking appearance, she first cast him a flirtatious glance before laughing coquettishly at the old Daoist, "Old Ghost Luo, so you’re really here. Let’s see where you can run this time. Hand over the Secret Volume you stole from my Chenxiang Sect."

The old Daoist’s face twitched as he retorted, "That Secret Volume is meant for the fated. Why should it belong to your Chenxiang Sect?"

The young woman lightly waved her hand, the silver ring on her wrist jingling. Her movements exuded an inexplicable charm as she smiled and said, "Wutong Mountain falls under the jurisdiction of my Chenxiang Sect. If you obtained that Secret Volume here, it might well belong to one of my sect elders. I won’t make things difficult for you—just let me take a look at the Secret Volume. If it truly has no connection to my sect, I’ll leave immediately."

Zhang Yan had no interest in watching the two argue. With a faint smile, he said, "You two may discuss this slowly. I shall take my leave."

The young woman glared at him and snapped, "You’re not allowed to leave!"

Zhang Yan ignored her. Activating his sword escape skill, a Sword Qi as radiant as the stars shot straight into the clouds, and within moments, he was gone.

The young woman watched him depart, her expression changing slightly.

Just then, dozens of tunneling lights of various colors approached from the distance. Most of these individuals were women, dressed similarly to the young woman, clearly from the same sect. The old Daoist’s face turned grim upon seeing them. His eyes darted around before he loudly declared, "Miss, that Secret Volume was just taken by the senior from Shaoqing Sect. Don’t trouble me further; go challenge the true owner if you have the guts."

The Shaoqing Sect was the leading sect of Xuanmen, and their disciples traveling abroad were always outstanding. The old Daoist had intended to evoke the sect’s prestige, believing the young woman would hesitate. To his surprise, upon hearing his words, someone in the incoming lights spoke clearly, "Oh? May I ask which of my Shaoqing Sect senior brothers has obtained this item?"

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