Daoist Competition

Chapter 1545: Chapter 159: Demon Dust Before the Linqing Gate

With Zhang Yan’s permission, Shen Dong immediately retrieved the token from his residence, bade farewell to Han Zuocheng, and didn’t wait for the two Mingcang disciples who were supposed to go to Linqing Temple; he embarked from the cave mansion that night, flying directly west.

Under the cover of night, the Demon Sect practitioners have some means that are difficult to guard against, which is why even the Xuanmen sect disciples prefer to travel during the day. However, his practice belongs to the Daoist inheritance of the Gui Ling Sect, which was the first Evil Sect in East Victory a million years ago, and many strange dharma techniques can precisely be unleashed at night without any concern.

Moreover, since arriving in East Splendor Continent, he had never had a fight; if any opponent were to come forward for a duel, it would be welcome.

After flying for over twenty days, he felt somewhat disappointed, for throughout this journey, not a single shadow of a Demon Sect practitioner was seen.

During the halfway, he especially lingered at the place of an annihilated sect called "Dawn Star Sect" for half a day, expecting Demon Sect disciples to be present, but upon inspection, it was equally deserted of any traces.

With a sense of helplessness, he couldn’t help but sigh at why he didn’t have Zhao Yang’s luck. Back then, Zhao Yang had just returned to East Splendor, and upon wandering around casually, he encountered people from the Demon Sect, whereas he yearned for a battle and remained unfulfilled.

Carrying the mood of regret, he continued westward for another five days. In the boundless land, he could vaguely see a mountain ridge towering high, inclined eastward like a mighty bull with a high back inclined towards the ground. This was Green Bull Mountain, where Linqing Temple’s mountain gate was located.

Upon arriving here, he didn’t flaunt like before; instead, he concealed his tracks, avoiding any clouds, merely breezing through the dense forest.

Before coming, he had investigated that Linqing Temple had at least two Nascent Soul cultivators, and for Demon Sect practitioners to force them into immobility, their side should have formidable opponents as well. To advance recklessly would be courting death.

Within a thousand miles, he faintly sensed something amiss with the Qi mechanism and decided not to rush forward. Instead, he took out a piece of Glazed Stone, a gift from Wu Suquan, the Dean of Gantang Temple, which could observe changes in spiritual mechanism from afar.

He held it in his palm, exercised the dharma technique, and the surrounding mountain weather was revealed, and what he saw made him astounded. Beneath Green Bull Mountain, demonic qi pierced the sky, coalescing into an almost tangible cloud, densely covering a radius of hundreds of miles. It was unclear how many Demon Sect practitioners had gathered.

He couldn’t help but furrow his brows, pondering how he could infiltrate. Should he wait for those two Mingcang disciples to arrive and then proceed together?

After a moment’s thought, he shook his head, for at most, the others had cultivation similar to his and likely had no other means. After taking a closer look at the geographic map, he decided to first capture a Demon Sect practitioner to understand the situation.

He put away the map, soared into the air, and after searching for half the day, halted under a mountain slope. The mountain’s terrain stretched east to west, with the east side slightly elevated like a bird’s head, while the lower part recessed into the cliff face. A river curved through here; the opposite bank, less than thirty yards away, was a low, barren hill, unobstructed by trees.

Circling a few times, he revealed a satisfied expression, first throwing a sleeve bag underwater, followed by several Bright Pearls, and then landed on that hill, pulling out a great cloak to drape over himself. This was merely a magic artifact that temporarily concealed his figure. Any movement or a critical eye would expose its flaws.

Yet he felt confident that he wouldn’t be detected; regardless of where someone approached from, they would inevitably guard against ambushes in the mountain’s inner curve but likely wouldn’t suspect someone hiding on the exposed slope.

Bright Pearls glimmered in the night, spilling spiritual energy, and within two days, they drew the attention of someone passing by who came to investigate.

However, what Shen Dong had not anticipated was that three individuals arrived—one went to inspect while the other two remained outside vigilant.

If he were to kill all three, it was possible, but to capture them alive so as not to leak the information posed a dilemma.

He knew the trap was crudely set, full of flaws indeed. If he missed this chance, the opponent might realize the flaws and come back to investigate. Once they were alert, it would become even more challenging to act.

Thinking of this, his eyes narrowed, silently resolved, "Hesitating is not for us! A true man must act decisively!"

The Returning Spirit Technique demands practitioners to move forward resolutely. He was courageous, and having made up his mind, he immediately determined to act.

Both hands probed into the sleeve bag, retrieving two Jade Tokens. These were magic artifacts gifted by Bi Yu Sect to Han Zuocheng, inside which were imprisoned the essence of two Mystical Birds. Their Daoist cultivation was comparable to Hua Dan cultivators; releasing them to confront these three wouldn’t be without a fighting chance.

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