Daoist Competition

Chapter 1456: Chapter 114:

Zhang Boyant let out a sinister smile; this technique is called "Sand-shooting Shadow," a sinister Divine Skill from the Nether Spring Sect. It requires gathering a cultivator’s Qi Mechanism into a talisman, and during a battle array, it can kill the enemy in an instant.

Although this method is powerful, it also has strict requirements. The cultivator must gather the Qi Mechanism within a hundred days. If interrupted for even a day, all efforts will be wasted, and they must start anew. Moreover, the ritual must be performed within three miles, so only a few in the Nether Spring Sect practice this skill.

Zhang Boyant only practiced this skill after joining with Zhang Yan, feeling that he had few techniques at his disposal and had not been taught several powerful Divine Skills like the "Nine Nether Great Compassionate Wind" and "Scattering Soul Triple Annihilation Qi."

Since entering the Gantang Temple, he has gathered the Qi Mechanism of everyone there. Shang Qingjun also lived there for several months and was secretly targeted by him, unaware of it.

A cold light flashed in his eyes as he threw the talisman into the air and then reversed his sword edge to slash it, producing a slashing sound as a stream of fresh blood spurted from the talisman.

Shang Qingjun cried out and fell from midair, convulsing once before becoming motionless.

Mere moments later, a Spirit Light suddenly flew from his chest, heading straight for the sky.

Wu Suquan exclaimed in alarm, "Not good! It’s a Life-ending Talisman! Quickly, stop it!"

The Life-ending Talisman is carried by elders of the Fengxiang Sword Sect. If they are killed by an outside enemy, it will fly to inform the Mountain Gate.

Zhang Boyant’s eyes glinted with Green Light, and he immediately cast a Flying Nail, piercing the Flying Talisman in midair.

Seeing the talisman stopped by Zhang Boyant, both Wu and Shen relaxed, though their backs were drenched in cold sweat.

As the three were focused on the Flying Book, a long, ephemeral shadow silently emerged from the ground, creeping silently towards Shang Qingjun lying on the ground, before burrowing into his nostril. Moments later, a cloud of colorful fog enveloped his body.

Zhang Boyant first noticed something amiss, casting down dozens of Green Fire, yet the colorful fog seemed unafraid.

In the blink of an eye, the mist receded, and Shang Qingjun’s corpse vanished without a trace, leaving only a small hole.

The two men, Wu and Shen, exchanged bewildered glances, uncertain and suspicious.

Zhang Boyant looked at the spot, frowned, and said solemnly, "This place is strange; we must not linger. You two should plan your next move soon."

A thousand feet below the surface, in an Earth Cave, Shang Qingjun sat cross-legged and expressionless. He glanced at the Hundred Shadow Sword beside him and said, "The Primordial Spirit Sword technique? Could it be that you’re trying to seek life among death?"

The Hundred Shadow Sword, upon hearing this, wanted to leap and fly, but he gently pinched it, grabbing hold. Despite the sword’s restless movement, it couldn’t break free.

Shang Qingjun gave a peculiar smile, cut his wrist, and let the fresh blood spill onto the sword. He then exhaled three breaths of turbid Qi onto it. The sword turned from black to white and back to black a total of nine times before finally stopping.

He picked up the sword and murmured, "I, Rong Junzhong, have been trapped below for ten thousand years, and my original body cannot escape. Now I’ll borrow your corpse. Once I gather my Lifebound Primordial Pearl, I’ll let you go."

East Victory North Continent, Li Nan Dragon Pillar.

After Mao Wuwei took the Nine Yellow Bead, he bid farewell to Qiao Huanjuan, taking three fellow disciples and a group of disciples back toward the South Continent Mountain Gate. However, before they crossed the Five Dragon River, they saw a long rainbow appear in the sky, heading straight for them.

He hesitated, motioning for everyone to stop with a gesture, then stepped forward, calling out, "True Master Zhang, how did you come to be here?"

The sword light descended, and Zhang Yan waved away the light cloud, revealing himself. He raised his hand in salute and said, "Sect Leader Mao, this poor Daoist has come specifically to find you."

Mao Wuwei laughed heartily, spreading out his tattered sleeve robe, "I, the Old Daoist, own no property, subsisting on begging, and wonder what could possibly catch True Master Zhang’s interest?"

Zhang Yan smiled gently, "This poor Daoist is here for the Treasure Bead beneath the Dragon Pillar."

After receiving Zhang Boyant’s letter, he had secretly speculated that the Nine Yellow Star Bead was likely related to the sealing beneath Gantang Temple, so he didn’t want the Treasure Bead to be sent back there. He decided to gather it for himself as much as possible.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the three True Masters, Pure White, Shan Cheng, and Qianqing, behind Mao Wuwei tightened.

They had heard of Zhang Yan’s formidable reputation, knowing that even Rong Junzhong, who had the best chance to achieve Grotto Heaven, had been killed by him. If he intended to forcibly seize it, they might not be a match for him.

However, Mao Wuwei remained unfazed, saying, "A wise man doesn’t engage in secretive actions. I obtained a Treasure Bead from beneath the Dragon Pillar, but it seems to have nothing to do with True Master Zhang, right?"

Zhang Yan bowed slightly and said, "This poor Daoist is willing to trade two Mystical Artifacts for this bead. What does Sect Leader Mao think?"

Mao Wuwei didn’t immediately refuse but stroked his beard in contemplation. After a moment, he said, "I’ll ask a question, though it might be improper. This Treasure Bead... does True Master Zhang know its origin?"

Zhang Yan replied, "It’s just hearsay; I’m unsure if it’s true."

Without hiding anything, he shared a couple of stories he heard from Daoist Ji.

After hearing them, Mao Wuwei weighed his options silently and then held up three fingers, squinting, "I have three disciples, but two Mystical Artifacts are not enough to share. To avoid favoritism, I want three."

Zhang Yan smiled and agreed, "Alright, it’s settled then. However, the three Mystical Artifacts are not with me, so I ask Sect Leader Mao to wait while I send a book to have them delivered."

The three Mystical Artifacts stored in the immortal city had not been exchanged yet, and he had other sources for the Spiritual Medicine needed for refining the White Moon Ying Fruit. They served no purpose there, so he decided to use them for the trade.

Mao Wuwei waved his hand, "There’s no need for that. I trust True Master Zhang. You take the Treasure Bead first, and when you have time, remember to send me the promised items."

He reached into his bosom, took out a copper bowl, and gently pushed it towards Zhang Yan.

With raised eyebrows, Zhang Yan took it, placed it in his Sleeve Bag, and nodded, "Thank you, Sect Leader Mao, for conceding. In ten days or at most a month, I will send the three Mystical Artifacts to your Sect’s gate."

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