Elder Yan's cave was called "Zuo Jiang Hut". After Zhang Yan stepped in, he found that the spiritual energy was so abundant that it could almost be called a "small cave". He thought for a while and smiled. He decided to delay for a few days before leaving.
Although as long as he nodded, Elder Yan would be willing to tell him about the "Four Marquises Water", Xiao Han already knew about that place. In this way, he would definitely come into conflict with Xiao Han, and it would be hard to say who would emerge victorious. Thus, if Elder Yan wanted him to owe him a favor, it was far from enough to just sell information. He needed to take out something more substantial. []
But this matter could not be said clearly, otherwise it would be disadvantageous. Therefore, he might as well use the excuse of seclusion to ignore it.
He believed that with his actions, a shrewd and deep person like Elder Yan would definitely be able to see through his intentions.
Moreover, two months later, he needed to go to Wutong Agarwood Sect to fulfill his promise and go to the River Styx to search for the Demon Trove. Today was a good time to take advantage of this opportunity to see if he could increase his strength a little more.
After making up his mind, he used the Lock Stone to close the cave, unfolded the Mountain River Diagram and went into meditation.
In this seclusion, apart from refining the Golden Fire Mystic Light, he spent two hours nourishing the Demon Carp Qu Chang's jade token.
Now, Zhang Yan could already sense that in at most two months, he would be able to completely refine this Xuan weapon.
However, it was a pity that he had wanted to use this time to comprehend the technique that Sect Leader Qin had given him. However, while the technique was clearly swimming in his sea of consciousness, every time he tried to take a closer look, it was always a blur.
He knew that this was probably because the opportunity had not arrived, but he did not feel depressed about it. He turned his head and threw the matter aside.
After meditating like this for a month, he felt that his cultivation had improved. Then he opened the cave door and slowly left.
He stepped out of the cave, looked up, and could not help but be surprised, "What a heavy rain."
After being in seclusion for so many days, heavy rain poured down from the sky like a waterfall that could overturn the sea. The mountain spring actually produced a loud sound like waves crashing into the reef. According to the moisture that seeped into the bones, this rain had been falling for at least twenty days.
At this moment, two Daoist children came forward. Zhang Yan recognized them. They were the children who stood behind Elder Yan and worshipped him that day.
The leading boy was holding an uncovered jade box, within which was a Daoist book. He stepped forward and said in a clear voice, "The Patriarch has ordered us to present this book to you, esteemed guest."
Zhang Yan smiled. He did not avoid the two children. He picked up the book and flipped through it. After a few glances, he could not help but be engrossed in it.
What was recorded in the book was not a mystic technique, but what all the North Star Sect's Core Formation cultivators had achieved in the past thousands of years. What kind of external medicine each of them used, where they got it, what the quality was, and the grade of the pill after the Core Formation was all recorded in detail.
He exhaled softly. This gift could not be said to be light. Elder Yan had finally done what he wanted.
To say that Qincang School was average, it did not lack this, but there had never been a method that was so clearly recorded in words.
Master and disciple were all taught orally. As for the Xuanmen aristocratic families, the external medicine for the disciples' Core Formation was found by the family. Other than the direct disciples, the rest were similar. The cultivation of the Core Formation was also similar. The grade of the pill only depended on the individual's aptitude, and the cultivator did not have to think too much about it.
Zhang Yan thought to himself that the Northstar Sect's Daoist book could only be passed down if the founder of the sect had made it a sect rule. After all, how precious was the experience gained when a cultivator broke through to the next level? If there was not a reason to do it, who would be willing to give it up?
Just this alone showed that the North Star Sect had great ambitions and great plans. But when he read up to this point, Zhang Yan instead saw through Elder Yan's true intentions.
He did not think highly of him alone, but wanted to make friends with the entire Qincang School. Or to put it another way, he thought highly of the future master and disciple lineage's influence in Qincang School, which was why he did not hesitate to build a good relationship with Elder Yan.
After flipping through about half the book, Zhang Yan put the book away and said to the two boys who were waiting respectfully at the side, "Go back and tell Elder Yan that I agree to what he said. I will complete this matter in two years at most."
The so-called asking him to bring back Yan Xiyue and Song Hong was just an excuse, so there was no need to be too impatient. He believed that Elder Yan would have a way to explain things to Linqing Monastery and Biyu Pavilion.
As for how exactly to do it, it was not for him to worry.
Now that this matter was settled, he did not stay any longer. He leapt up, turned into a streak of sword rainbow, and tore through the air. Thanks to his sword aura, his body did not get wet in the slightest, no matter how the rain fell like a waterfall.
But after flying for a day, he felt that something was wrong. Everywhere he passed was a boundless lake.
There were no farmlands. Gazing into the distance, he saw that the water was rolling in from the north, seemingly endless. He could not help but sigh, and said, "So the Long River has burst its banks." This Long River came from the North Darkstar Continent, traversing the East Flower Continent from northwest to southeast, and finally converged into the East Sea. However, the middle section had to pass through the territory of the Pan Luo Palace. The water here would fluctuate between high and low, and it might even burst through the mountains. Thus, successive dynasties had built dams to stop it, but under a true natural disaster, it was not something that could be resisted by human strength.
After flying a short distance, his sword light paused slightly. He saw that there was a hill in front of him that was surrounded by water, and there was a Daoist temple on it. Currently, the roof tiles had been blown away by the fierce winds, and there were a dozen men and women inside, shivering and huddled together. There was an old woman holding a baby, screaming at the sky. The scene could not help but be sorrowful.
Zhang Yan was silent, and thought to himself, If I had not taken a step into the path of immortality, I would have definitely ended up like them if I had landed here. I could only bitterly pray for the heavens to save me, life and death not in my control. He looked a few more times. If he had not encountered this matter, then it would have been fine, but since he had, he could not just watch them die.
He shouted loudly in the air, and a dazzling blue light of over twenty feet shot out from the top of his head, instantly dispersing the rain clouds around him. He bent down and rushed forward, and when he passed by the Daoist temple, he waved his sleeve, and a mass of abundant fog wrapped around the dozen people, lifting them up to the top of the clouds.
The dozen people only felt their feet become light, as if they had landed in a warm cotton ball. However, they had not eaten for many days, and coupled with their exhaustion, they did not know what had happened to them, and only thought that they were hallucinating before they died. Other than a young man with clear eyes, the rest were muddle-headed, and their eyes were blank.
The young man only felt that his body was as soft as cotton, and he could not help but be amazed. Although he had been starving for many days, he did not know where he got the strength to crawl a few steps forward, and when he looked up, he saw a majestic Daoist in front of him, controlling the wind and the clouds, and he knew that he had been rescued by an immortal, and his heart was moved.
Another half a day passed, and the young man did not know how far he had flown. He only felt that the rain around him had gradually lessened, and the hot sun shone so brightly that he almost could not open his eyes. He raised his hand to look, and there seemed to be a majestic city in front of him.
At this moment, his body suddenly sank, and he felt that he had landed on the ground again.
"This place is densely populated, go find your own livelihood."
Zhang Yan stretched out his hand, and dozens of medicinal pills flew out, and each went into the stomachs of the dozen people.
These medicinal pills could only dispel the cold, and in the Qincang School, only the lower house disciples took them when they were training in the mountains, and they were not that rare. However, when used on ordinary people, the medicinal effect was miraculous.
Those people immediately felt a warm flow of energy flowing through their meridians, and not only did their fatigue disappear, their mouths began to salivate, and the feeling of hunger and thirst disappeared. Just Now, it was as if they had just woken up from a dream, and they all knelt down, and called out 'immortal'.
Zhang Yan saw that everything was fine, and turned around to leave. The young man did not know why, but he was anxious, and he mustered up his courage and shouted, "May I ask which immortal from the heavens came down to save us?"
Zhang Yan glanced sideways, and saw that the young man was outstanding, and his eyes were clear. Now that his cultivation was profound, he could see some changes in the fate of ordinary people, and this young man was not ordinary at first glance. His heart moved, and he thought to himself, "Whether it's fate or not, it's all up to you."
He raised his hand, and a golden talisman flew out, and in a blink of an eye, it entered the young man's mouth. He then stepped on a rainbow, and a song came down from the clouds, "I was originally a mortal spending my life, trapped in a cage without worry, and suddenly I heard a celestial sitting on top of the pavilion, outside of Mount Penglai, at the Heaven Seeking Pavilion." When the young man heard this song, he was stunned at first, and after a moment, he suddenly had an idea, and his face showed surprise. He took a step forward, knelt on the ground, and respectfully bowed in the direction of Zhang Yan, and said, "Disciple Jiang Zheng thanks teacher for your guidance."
After leaving this group of people, Zhang Yan rode on the Xiao Guang, and flew northwest.
The Agarwood Sect's main altar was located on Mount Wutong, deep in the mountains at the border of the Wei Dynasty. Further ahead, it was the territory of the Rou Ke tribe. This tribe occupied the lush water field in the northwest, and every autumn, they would enter the Wei Dynasty's territory to plunder wealth and women. Because of this, the two countries often fought each other.
After traveling for another thousand miles, the clouds were high, and the sky was blue. On the vast plains, there were several mountain peaks, and on the highest mountain peak, there was a palace with a red roof and golden tiles. Under the scorching sun, it was giving off a colorful glow.
At the foot of the mountain, there were many houses, and among them there were some tents. There were even herds of cattle and sheep running on the grassland.
There were tens of thousands of people here, and most of them were fleeing from the chaos of war. They made a living by herding. The Agarwood Sect had only been established for a few hundred years, and its foundation was shallow. Because of this, most of the disciples were chosen from here.
The founder and an elder of the Shao Qing sect were of the same tribe, and because of this remote location, no one came to provoke them.
At this moment, the herdsmen living at the foot of the mountain saw the Xiao Guang flying in the sky, and they all knelt down and kowtowed, their expressions extremely pious.
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