Daoist Competition

Chapter 1445: Chapter 109: Shattered Clouds, Volume 1 Breaks 1,000 Dust

Qu Changzhi was gravely wounded, clearly beyond saving. Ancestor Hui Xuan sighed inwardly and sent a voice transmission: "Disciple, you may rest easy and go. Your master will naturally avenge you. Only, leaving this body of Essence on you is useless; better that you gift it to your master."

He opened his palm, facing it toward Qu Changzhi and giving it a slight shake. A turbid gray light seemed to shine out, drawing all the Essence from the latter’s body into his hand. Then, with a turn of his Cultivation Technique, he condensed a piece of Elixir Jade in his palm, tossed it into his mouth, and at once his face flushed red, his spirit multiplied a hundredfold.

His features had originally been full of Death Qi, with sparse brows and hair like withered trees and dead grass, yet now, on closer look, he seemed a few years younger.

The method he had just employed was a Divine Skill named "Reverse Flow." It originally came from the Mangluo Palace Dharma technique, one of the Three Great Evil Sects, and could borrow the Essence of fellow Disciples of the same lineage for one’s own use, thereby extending one’s life.

Back when that sect was annihilated, he had secretly kept this scroll of Daoist Books on his person. Yet he was after all from a side path and had never truly cultivated this house’s Dharma technique; moreover, this method increased lifespan by barely over a decade and hid many drawbacks besides. If not for seeing Qu Changzhi on the very brink of death, he would not have used it now.

Zhang Yan saw Ancestor Hui Xuan’s Divine Split distracted elsewhere and would never let this chance slip. With a shout, his offensive suddenly grew several degrees fiercer, erupting into dozens of sword rainbows that struck at the Protective Treasure Light. For a time, Heaven was filled with the sound of air being rent apart.

Ancestor Hui Xuan sensed things turning bad and hastily gathered his Heart and Spirit. Mana surged wildly out; the Treasure Light over his whole body rippled like water, spreading outward in rings and, under the storm‑like sweep of sword light, barely managed to resist. In just a few short moments, dozens of grains on the wheat ear in his hand had shriveled dry.

Zhang Yan seized the opportunity and, pressing his advantage without mercy, gave his wrist a shake. A crimson blaze of fire swept out across Heaven.

The corner of Ancestor Hui Xuan’s eye twitched involuntarily. During the Dragon Pillar Battle between the two sects, he had heard that Zhang Yan had used this very method to shatter the Protective Treasure Light of seven Xuanyue Disciples in one stroke, then used his Flying Sword to sever their heads. He had long harbored dread of it.

He was not born of a Xuanmen Great Sect, and his Cultivation Technique inevitably had flaws. If his Protective Treasure Light were broken, he would not be able to bring it forth again for a good while. However, knowing his own weak point, he had made preparations beforehand before coming here.

He gave his body a shake and withdrew his Protective Treasure Light, then channeled his Mana. A surge of spiritual mechanism rushed to his crown; a point of pearly radiance appeared on his hairpin, and in an instant it spread over his whole body. Brilliance flowed and expanded to more than a zhang in length.

The fiery radiance swept over in a flash. At the slightest touch, it was like blazing sun melting snow; half the pearly light vanished. Yet a good portion still remained, stubbornly refusing to disperse. Dozens of strands of sword light followed close on its heels, and under round after round of slashing, though they barely reached his body, they ultimately halted a few inches away.

When the fire glow passed, Ancestor Hui Xuan hurriedly pinched a spell again, raising his Protective Treasure Light once more, actually guarding so tightly not a drop of water could leak through.

Only, he had originally kept back thirty percent of his Qi Power, so that he might escape if the timing proved unfavorable. But after this round of exertion, he had nearly spent his full strength and had no leisure to hold back anymore.

When Zhang Yan had earlier engaged him with the Sacrificial Sword, he had already anticipated that the other must have follow‑up means and could withdraw at any time, so he had not been in a hurry to unleash his methods. While draining his opponent’s Mana, he was also biding his time. Now that the chance was in his grasp, he would never allow the other to turn the tables. With a loud shout, he stamped his foot, the collapsing river roared, great waves surged to the sky, and vast, rolling waterlight came to blot out the sun.

Ancestor Hui Xuan had yet to catch his breath when the waterlight fell. He had no strength to dodge. Though he knew it was bad, he could only grit his teeth and stand still. In an instant, he was trapped in a boundless sea of billowing waves. Countless surging crests crashed and washed against him, trying to drag him down, forcing him to divert more than half his focus just to steady his stance, while the sword light above did not lessen in the least.

Under the twofold assault, he felt fear stir in his Heart and Spirit. If that blaze of fire came again, he would have no confidence in withstanding it. He hurriedly begged by voice transmission: "Brother Ji, quickly aid me! If I perish, you alone will not be able to take that Star Pearl!"

Daoist Ji stood outside the encirclement. If he stepped forward to rescue now, he might yet help the man escape. But he cast a glance over and saw that although Zhang Yan held the advantage, capturing Hui Xuan would not be easily done in a short time, so he simply ignored him.

He did so with his own considerations in mind. Facing Zhang Yan, he had in truth been somewhat hamstrung earlier; his attacks could be neither too fierce nor too weak. If he struck too heavily, he feared his opponent would use his Sacrificial Sword to flee far away; if too lightly, he worried Ancestor Hui Xuan would abandon him and run.

Now that Hui Xuan was trapped and could only fight to the death on the spot, that was far more to his liking. How would he expend further effort to help him escape? While using his Jade Bracelet to strike at the Qiankun Leaf, he also freed a hand to secretly summon the distant Thousand Luo Heart Silk.

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