Eight days later, Chengwang Peak.
This place was located at the northern exit of the Great Lake of Longji. It was a steep peak on Yuancheng Island, and the Cangwu Mountain was four hundred or so miles north.
At this time, the clouds above the mountain were stirring, and a Starhub Flying Palace was floating above. This flying palace was three hundred and five hundred feet in length and width, and on each of its four corners was a three-story watchtower. It was made of black bricks and golden tiles, jade stairs and bronze pillars, and dense colorful energy swirled around it.
Fan Changqing sat in the middle of the main seat of the flying palace, and there were ten Mystic Light Realm cultivators on each side of him. There were also more than two hundred Clear Qi Realm disciples standing outside the palace.
However, these Mystic Light Realm cultivators seemed to be dissatisfied, and they discussed among themselves. Someone complained, "Who is this Zhang Yan? Why did he make us wait for so long? Senior Martial Brother He and Senior Martial Brother Nian left long ago. If we waited any longer, all the credit would have gone to them. "
"I heard that he's a Core disciple that only recently reached the Mystic Light Realm and was favored by Senior Martial Brother Qi."
"Core disciple? Hmph, that bunch of people who just sit around and enjoy the fruits of others probably never fought with a beast cultivator before, right?"
"Which one of us didn't fight with Senior Martial Brother Fan and crawl out of a bloody battle? What right does this brat have to come here? "
On the first seat to Fan Changqing's right was a handsome cultivator wearing a pure yang crown. He wore a long robe made of feathers and a pair of wide shoes. There was a White Feather Flying Hawk at his feet, and he gave off an air of arrogance. When he heard these words, a hint of mockery appeared at the corners of his mouth.
"Senior Martial Brother Ren …" The cultivator next to him came up and whispered, "Is Senior Martial Brother Fan crazy? Why did he bring such a person?"
Senior Martial Brother Ren raised his eyebrows and scolded, "Don't talk nonsense. Senior Martial Brother Fan has his reasons. Just sit down and don't meddle."
Although his words seemed strict, there was no scolding in his eyes, and he seemed to agree. The cultivator nodded his head and sat up straight.
Regardless of what was happening below, Fan Changqing sat on the high platform in the hall and did not speak. He only closed his eyes and rested. When it was noon, he suddenly opened his eyes and a bright light flashed in them. A smile appeared on his face and he waved his sleeves. He stood up and said, "Junior Brother Zhang is here."
A streak of blue light flew in from outside and entered the hall. The light faded, revealing the figure of Zhang Yan. He cupped his hands in greeting and calmly said, "Greetings, Senior Brother Fan. Greetings, Senior Brothers."
Fan Changqing greeted him with a smile and said, "Come, come, come. Junior Brother, come sit with me."
Zhang Yan walked forward as he was told. As he walked, he instantly drew a wave of strange gazes. There was hostility, disdain, and even mockery. However, he didn't care at all, and his expression was calm as he walked all the way to where he stood.
It was quite a coincidence that Zhang Yan was standing on Fan Changqing's left, and he was facing Senior Brother Ren from afar. The latter couldn't help but frown and reveal a trace of displeasure, but he didn't say anything and just grunted coldly.
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and didn't pay any attention to him.
Seeing that everyone was present, Fan Changqing sat back on the main seat. He took out a restriction talisman from his sleeve and activated it. This Flying Starry Palace rumbled and broke through the clouds, flying towards the boundary of the Three Lakes in the north.
In this siege of the Three Lakes, the Master and his disciples were responsible for annihilating the Jade Blood Pool, while the aristocratic families in the sect were responsible for attacking the Surging Waves Lake. Both sides didn't disturb each other.
After this Flying Starry Palace had a restriction, even the Yuanying cultivators couldn't do anything to it. It could advance and retreat freely in the killing formation. It could be said to be a sharp weapon for attacking.
This time, the sect sent a total of three flying palaces out together. Each hall had a Core Formation cultivator in charge, and they could communicate with each other from afar. If one side was attacked, the other side would quickly rush over.
Flying Starry Palaces like this were all built by the sect's Spiritual Mechanism Institution. As long as the materials and tools were complete and there was enough manpower, it would only take half a year to build three to four of them. After fighting the Three Lakes for more than ten years, excluding the ones that were destroyed, there were as many as thirty-seven in the Institution. As for second-rate sects, just one of them was like a treasure. This was where the strength of the Profound Sect of Qincang School came from.
During the journey, Fan Changqing introduced everyone to Zhang Yan. Seeing that Fan Changqing was smiling and talking to Zhang Yan with a kind attitude, even if everyone was dissatisfied, they could only be polite to him on the surface, but in their hearts, they didn't think much of it.
At this time, a Ming Qi disciple walked into the main hall and reported, "Senior Brother Fan, we've arrived at the Five Dragons Stream. There are no other great demons in this boundary, only a water snake that has turned into a spirit, leading three to four hundred clansmen to cultivate in the mountains."
Fan Changqing raised his hand and threw down a jade token, saying coldly, "Exterminate them!"
The Clear Qi stage disciple picked up the jade card and left. When he was outside the hall, he waved his hand and more than a hundred Clear Qi stage disciples set up a flying boat and rushed down. About half an hour later, the person came back with the jade card.
It was just that this jade tablet was originally smooth and flawless, sparkling and translucent, but now there were traces of blood-red patterns swimming within it.
This was a Cultivation Absorbing Token given by the sect. Every time a demonic cultivator was killed, they could absorb a trace of their blood essence into this token. In the future, they could measure their blood in the Merit Institution.
Zhang Yan originally thought that there would be an intense battle, but who knew that although they met more than ten groups of demonic cultivator tribes along the way, Fan Changqing only needed to throw down a jade token, and there would be Ming Qi cultivators going down to clean them up. He didn't need to do anything at all.
Even the Profound Light Realm cultivators in the hall all closed their eyes and meditated, not caring about the battles outside.
Fan Changqing turned around with a smile and said, "Junior Martial Brother, do you think this is boring? Let me tell you, it's been like this for the first few days. The deeper you go into the Jade Blood Pond, the denser the spirit energy is, and the stronger the cultivation of the demonic cultivators is. The demonic cultivators on the outside have only cultivated for a hundred years, and even if they have powerful spells, they have only just reached the Manifestation Realm. If no demonic cultivators above the Mystic Light Realm appear, then it's not worth us doing anything. "
Although there were a lot of demonic cultivators, their cultivation speed was never as fast as human cultivators. This was because after they gained intelligence, the first hundred years or even several hundred years would be spent on the Manifestation Realm. For example, Luo Xiao had cultivated for more than two hundred years, but he was only at the second level of the Mystic Light Realm, Bright Night Like Day, and that was with King Bei's help.
Most of the talented disciples in Qincang School had cultivated to this level within sixty years. The difference between the two was huge.
The demonic cultivators at the outermost part of the Jade Blood Pond were called the Wild Races. Because there was a Yao King guarding the Jade Blood Pond and there was a lot of spirit energy here, a large number of demonic cultivators would come and live here every year.
Qincang School would also send disciples out to clear the area every year. One reason was to train, and the other was to get rid of the demonic cultivators so that the spirit energy wouldn't be polluted.
Fan Changqing had been doing this for a long time, and the Mystic Light Realm disciples he led all had experience fighting the demonic cultivators in the three lakes.
The Flying Palace moved quickly, and they swept through twelve mountains and lakes in just one day.
Zhang Yan calculated in his heart. Apart from those that had run away, there were at least three thousand demonic cultivators that had died at the hands of these Clear Qi Realm disciples. If the other two Flying Palaces were added in, the number would probably reach ten thousand. However, these demonic cultivators included the Meng Yao that hadn't transformed yet, and they weren't strong enough. No matter how many they killed, they wouldn't be able to damage the Jade Blood Pond.
When the Clear Qi Realm disciples fought, they used flying swords to attack and magic flags to protect themselves. However, after a few battles, many of their weapons had been destroyed.
At sunrise, the flying palace floated motionlessly in the air above a lake. Fan Changqing ordered someone to get a room, and then took out another batch of flying magic flags to distribute. Then, he ordered the disciples on duty to stay behind, while the rest of the disciples went back to rest.
This Star Pivot Flying Palace had buildings, pavilions, and ponds. It wouldn't be too crowded even if hundreds of people stayed. Being a Mystic Light Realm cultivator, and with Fan Changqing's special care, Zhang Yan was given a courtyard with five entrances to the front and back.
Sitting in the three-story building, one could see a green pond. The willow branches on the shore swayed, and the pink lotus flowers were fragrant. The white lotus roots were delightful, and there were birds pecking at them. It made people not feel like they were in the clouds.
However, no matter how beautiful it was, it wasn't as important as increasing his own cultivation. Zhang Yan only took a few glances before taking back his gaze and going to meditate.
On the second day, everyone gathered in the hall once again. However, up until now, Qincang School hadn't truly crossed the boundary of the Jade Blood Pond, so it was still within the range of the other side. Therefore, they wouldn't meet any strong enemies, so they repeated what they did the day before.
The next four days passed like this. At this time, they had almost killed all the beasts outside the Jade Blood Pond, but the more time passed, the fewer beasts they could see. It was obvious that they felt that Qincang School was serious this time, so they either hid or ran away.
After killing for a few days and nights, Fan Changqing took out twelve jade tablets. Each jade tablet was blood-red, and he gave them out. Almost every Mystic Light Realm cultivator got one.
Even Zhang Yan was given a piece of it.
Each tablet had five hundred drops of essence blood, which meant that they had killed five hundred beasts. If they took it back to the Merit Court, it would be a small merit.
Zhang Yan didn't even make a move, he just followed Fan Changqing around and easily got a merit. Thinking about those Clear Qi Realm disciples who worked hard for a few days and didn't get any merit, he sighed in his heart. This was the difference between cultivation and identity. If he wasn't a Core disciple, if he wasn't a Mystic Light Realm cultivator, he would probably be the same as those Clear Qi Realm disciples, only working hard for others. Even if he died, no one would say anything.
Seeing that Zhang Yan didn't speak for a long time, Fan Changqing thought that Zhang Yan was too young and didn't like this kind of behavior, so he patiently explained, "Does Junior Brother think that I'm being harsh on those disciples? Wrong, those disciples came to our sect for a Grand Dao technique, pills, and artifacts. How can we just give them to them for free?
This gave them a chance, and without us, they wouldn't be able to kill the beasts. They were willing to do this, and this is also a chance for them to train themselves.
Zhang Yan smiled faintly and said, "Senior Martial Brother Fan is right." He put the jade tablet in his hand into his sleeves.
He wasn't so noble. Although the cultivation of these five hundred beasts wasn't high, it would take him forever to kill them himself. Why wouldn't he do it if he could easily get his hands on them?
Looking over, the Mystic Light Realm cultivators on the side also had expressions of certainty and thought that this was reasonable.
Since they came here, they obviously had to follow the rules. As long as they didn't harm themselves, why would they stand out?
Fan Changqing paused for a moment, but seeing that Zhang Yan was smart, he let out a breath and smiled. "Junior Martial Brother Zhang, rest well. Tomorrow, we'll need Mystic Light Realm cultivators to enter the Jade Blood Pond."
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