Daoist Competition

Chapter 1557: Chapter 165: Discussing the Grand Situation atop the Ancient Spring Platform

After the Linqing Temple siege was lifted, within half a day, Zhang Yan received news that the more than one hundred invading Demon Cultivators had been completely eradicated, with not a single one escaping. This counted as the greatest loss for the Demon Sect in over a century since the swordfight.

What surprised him was that the letter mentioned, three people unexpectedly discovered a spot where dull yin spirit qi gathered. They had already gone to investigate to see if they could disperse it.

He nodded slightly. If he were in their place, he would do the same.

For thousands of years, countless Demon Sects have been destroyed by the Xuanmen, but in addition to the Six Great Sects, there are still quite a few small sects in existence. Many do not lack excellent heritage, they simply lack a spirit land or blessed land.

If this Earth Cave is not dealt with, it could continue to attract countless Demon Sects.

However, due to different terrains, Earth Caves and Spirit Caves vary. If it’s a place where ordinary yin energy accumulates, it’s easier to handle, but if it’s a deep cave hidden underground reaching ten thousand feet into the Earth Abyss, then it’s not something a Nascent Soul cultivator can handle.

He placed the letter aside, his gaze suddenly becoming deeper. This time, he directly dispatched Nascent Soul cultivators to confront them, especially with the appearance of Peng Yuzhou, a Third Realm cultivator, essentially issuing a challenge to the Six Great Demon Sects. Now it’s up to them to respond.

No matter the situation, there’s one thing that must be prepared for. Since the opposing party faced defeat at Linqing Temple, if they take action, it’s very likely they’ll try to regain face there. Sending these three people doesn’t require immediately calling them back, they can wait there for a time.

Once the Zhao You Heavenly Pond Dharma Platform is established, Xu Jing can be sent to this temple to reorganize and redeploy the mostly damaged Mountain Gate Formation.

Blood Essence Sect, Ancient Spring Platform.

Below the thousand-foot Earth Cave, there’s a wide stone platform carved out of the mountainside. Here, luminous pearls shine brightly, light fills the hall, warm winds merge gracefully, flowers are blooming abundantly, and hundreds of vibrant birds stand on twisted ancient roots of blue vines winding several miles across, each grooming feathers and tweeting incessantly.

Three miles past the platform to the left, there’s a slope, and further away is a misty lake sea, shimmering under pearl light treasure qi, creating a maze of light and shadow with vibrant colors. Amid the waves, over a hundred boats drift, and those aboard are female disciples of the sect, dressed in plain clothes and light silk, wearing rain hats, each appearing graceful and charming.

The people present include disciples from Blood Essence Sect main branch, as well as those from affiliated sects. On the platform alone, there are a thousand or so, currently debating loudly, seemingly quarreling over something.

One disciple with a high crown and wide sleeves is holding a letter, angrily saying, "This defeat hit Blood Essence Sect disciples hardest, with even an elder down in the pool perishing in this battle. Zhang Yan is truly hateful."

Beside him, someone appears calm and indifferent, saying, "What of it? Zhang Yan won the swordfight a hundred years ago; even Senior Gao, such a naturally gifted being, was killed by him. Heaven’s ways are constant, eliminating the weak and preserving the strong. If he possesses such abilities, he naturally has the right to do this. Junior Brother Wu, if you’re dissatisfied, once your Daoist cultivation is complete, why not seek him for a decisive battle?"

Daoist Wu, silenced by this retort, had no words to offer.

Though many Demon Sect practitioners believe that once the demon tribulation arises, the Xuanmen must be suppressed, truthfully, the fear that has persisted for thousands of years cannot be dispelled in a mere hundred years.

Among those present, most are Ming Qi Xuan Guang disciples; their highest cultivation does not exceed these Hua Dan cultivators. Facing Zhang Yan, who stands as the leader of the Mingcang Sect’s Top Ten Disciples, not only are they powerless, but even their own elders may lack the ability.

Daoist Wu looked in a particular direction, saying, "Han Ji, you were once a disciple of the Han Clan, one of Mingcang’s Five Great Clans. How do you evaluate Zhang Yan?"

All disciples looked, even the female disciples on the lake sea glanced over, seeing among the crowd a young cultivator wearing a black cap, clad in deep clothes with a right flap, wide sleeves, and a broad belt, sitting cross-legged on a cushion with a relaxed and graceful demeanor, two eyebrows slightly raised. Although slightly thin, he left an impressively deep impression.

Facing the crowd’s gaze, he stood and cupped his hands, saying, "Though I met True Master Zhang once, we do not have a deep relationship, and I am unfamiliar with his character and conduct. I have no basis for evaluation; if I must speak, I can only share my thoughts."

Daoist Wu said, "Please, let’s hear it."

The crowd also showed curiosity.

Han Ji glanced around solemnly, saying, "I am now two hundred and eighty-six years old, having cultivated to the second realm of Hua Dan. Zhang Yan, despite being younger than I when I left the sect, only had Ming Qi cultivation at the time, yet now he’s a Nascent Soul Third Realm cultivator."

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