Zhang Yan sat on a rock, the fire in his Qi Sea was burning brightly like the sun. He slowly moved the fire towards one of the acupuncture points.
In just a moment, he suddenly felt the acupoint jump, as if it had broken free from some shackles and opened a gate. A wisp of Yang Qi, like a golden thread, was carefully drawn out by him and merged with the true fire.
The fire had been nourished by the Essence Qi and was now bright, illuminating his Qi Sea. At this moment, there was an additional spark, but it didn't seem to have changed.
Zhang Yan didn't think too much about it and only focused on silently circulating the technique, moving the fire at a moderate speed. Not long after, his body trembled slightly, and in a moment, he had burned through another acupuncture point.
There was no joy or sorrow on his face, and there was not the slightest change in his expression. He guided the Yang Qi down and guided it into the fire, then moved it to the next acupuncture point.
As the fire broke through the acupuncture points one after another, he felt a spring of warm water flowing in his chest. All the meridians in his body, the pores in his heart, were all relaxed. Unknowingly, he was immersed in it, unaware of the sun and moon, the rotation of day and night.
Suddenly, one day, he felt the fire slow down, as if it had encountered a layer of obstruction. It was no longer as smooth as before, so his body shook and he woke up from his meditation.
He let out a long breath of turbid air, and after a careful examination, he was pleasantly surprised to find that out of the 36 acupuncture points, he had burned through 16 of them in one go!
He estimated the time, and found that only 13 days had passed. The speed of his progress was much faster than what he had expected.
If it was an ordinary cultivator, to burn through so many acupuncture points, it would be impossible to think about it in less than a few years, so it was obvious that this path was feasible.
He looked at the True Fire and saw that it was very different from before. After absorbing a lot of Yang Qi, its color was even purer, refined like fat. It was like a fine jade flame without any impurities. It lay quietly in his Qi Sea like a long lamp, its splendor was harmonious, gentle and clear.
In another two days, it would be time for him to fight with the green-clothed youth again. He was no longer in a hurry to cultivate. He smiled slightly and withdrew the fire breath. He only adjusted his Qi and sat quietly to rest.
After another day, he suddenly heard someone shouting outside the cave, "Is Fellow Daoist Li here?"
Zhang Yan opened his eyes and shouted, "Who's outside?"
The voice outside said respectfully, "I'm Hou Mao. That day, I met you in front of this cave abode."
Zhang Yan thought for a moment and remembered this person. He raised his hand and moved the large stone in front of the door away. He said, "Fellow Daoist, please come in and meet me."
A figure flashed in front of the cave, and Hou Sanlang walked in. When he saw Zhang Yan, he went forward and cupped his hands, saying, "Sanlang greets Daoist Li."
Zhang Yan glanced at him and saw that he was indeed the follower who accompanied the green-clothed youth that day. He said, "There's still one more day before I fight with that green-clothed fellow. Since Fellow Daoist Hou came here, does that fellow have a message for you?"
Hou Sanlang shook his head and said, "That's not the case. I came here without telling that old monster."
"Oh?"
When the two words "old monster" came out, Zhang Yan's eyes narrowed. He heard a trace of surprise. He looked at Hou Sanlang meaningfully, then pointed to the side and said, "Fellow Daoist, sit down and talk."
Hou Sanlang did not stand on ceremony. He cupped his hands and sat on the stone bench. With a smile on his face, he said, "I came here today for a matter that will benefit both you and me."
Zhang Yan smiled faintly.
Hou Sanlang saw that Zhang Yan's expression was indifferent, but he did not care. He was very confident that the bait he threw out would definitely move the other party. He chuckled and said, "I saw that Fellow Daoist is at a disadvantage in your fight with that old monster. If Fellow Daoist wants to defeat him tomorrow, it will be extremely difficult …" At this point, he smiled mysteriously and said, "However, I can lend Fellow Daoist a hand and eliminate this devil."
When Zhang Yan heard this, he already knew the other party's intention. However, at this moment, he only wanted to borrow the strength of the green-clothed youth to strengthen the True Fire in his body and burn through the thirty-six acupoints. At least for now, he had no intention of killing this person.
However, he did not mind listening to Hou Sanlang's plan, so he smiled slightly and said, "I wonder how Fellow Daoist can help me?"
Hou Sanlang saw that Yang Kai's expression did not seem to be enthusiastic and thought that Yang Kai did not believe him. He hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, do you still remember the spirit shuttle that the old monster used during the fierce battle with you that day?"
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "Fellow Daoist, are you talking about that flying fish-shaped magic treasure?"
"Yes!" Hou Sanlang's voice unconsciously rose a little, and then he sighed and said, "This treasure is called the 'Five Spirits White Carp Shuttle'. It is a profound weapon. I am ashamed to say that this treasure originally belonged to me. However, I was plotted against by that old monster and had no choice but to listen to his manipulation. As a result, this treasure was also taken by that old monster."
At this point, he laughed lowly and said, "However, I'm afraid that the old monster did not expect that there was a trace of True Qi imprinted in this treasure, and it is not that easy to refine. As long as I am willing, I can retrieve this magic treasure at any time and use it again. Fellow Daoist, why don't you think about it? If I suddenly counterattack at a critical moment during your battle with that old monster, the old monster will definitely not be on guard!"
Zhang Yan glanced at Hou Sanlang's proud appearance and thought that this person could be considered to be somewhat scheming. He said, "I believe that Fellow Daoist will not help me for no reason."
Hou Sanlang laughed heartily and said, "Of course. To tell you the truth, the old devil once injected a strange energy into my body. This energy can devour flesh and blood essence. Every three to five days, the old devil needs to resolve this energy, so I have no choice but to be imprisoned by him. If Fellow Daoist can help me get rid of this energy, I promise to lend you a hand in tomorrow's battle."
Zhang Yan's eyes flashed, and he said, "Why is Fellow Daoist so sure that I can remove this strange energy?"
Hou Sanlang stared unblinkingly at Zhang Yan and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoist has fought with that old monster several times, but you are not afraid of his methods. I have also seen this with my own eyes, so I guessed that Fellow Daoist must have a secret technique. Thus, I decided to come here and earnestly ask for Fellow Daoist's help. I, Hou Mao, thank you."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and bowed.
He was also a meticulous person. If the strange energy of the green-clothed youth could really do anything to Zhang Yan, then there was no need to go to him. He only needed to wait for the other party to be corroded by the energy.
Zhang Yan said playfully, "But why do I feel that there is no need to go through so much trouble? Wouldn't it be better for Fellow Daoist to directly tell me the technique?"
Hou Sanlang frowned, sensing that something was wrong. However, he had already made preparations before coming here. The other party was a strength cultivator, so his speed was not fast. Even if they fought, he could escape in time, so he was not afraid that the other party would turn hostile. He sneered, "Fellow Daoist, are you confused? This technique is my foundation, why would I tell you it for nothing?"
Zhang Yan laughed mockingly, and said, "When I see that green-clothed fellow tomorrow, I only need to mention this matter. How do you think he will deal with you?"
Hou Sanlang was shocked, and pointed at him, "You, how can you do this?"
Zhang Yan smiled, and said, "Why can't I do this?"
Cold sweat dripped down Hou Sanlang's forehead. He never thought that Zhang Yan would turn around and threaten him. It looked like he was the one who purposely handed his weakness to the other party, and he immediately regretted it.
But he could not be blamed for this. He was anxious to escape from the green-clothed young man, and he would cling to it even if there was a life-saving straw. He had no other choice, and now that he saw that Zhang Yan had the ability to resist the Old Monster, he could only come to him for help.
Moreover, he originally thought that after Zhang Yan seized the Zoysia Ancestor's body, he would fight the Old Monster to the death. If there was a way to defeat the Old Monster, he would definitely grasp it firmly and work together with him. Even before this, he was still full of confidence.
But he never thought that today, he would use this as a threat to seize his lifeline.
Hou Sanlang was furious for a long time, but he finally remembered something. His mind unconsciously calmed down, and he slowly sat down again, and said in a low voice, "If Fellow Daoist does this, you will definitely regret it."
Zhang Yan was not in a hurry to force him, but looked at him with interest, and asked, "Why?"
Hou Sanlang coldly asked in reply, "Has Fellow Daoist heard of the Xiao Clan of the giant house? “
Zhang Yan's eyebrows raised. In the East Hua Continent, there were countless Profound Gate families, and there were also many Xiao Clan. However, there was only one that could truly be called a giant house. He said, "Could it be the Qincang School …"
Hou Sanlang straightened his body and said loudly, "Yes, it is!"
He pointed at himself and said, "To be honest, Fellow Daoist, the Xiao Clan and my Hou Clan are in-laws. This spirit shuttle was originally given by the Xiao Clan, and they asked my clan to capture someone for them. If you harm me, not only will you not be able to obtain this treasure, but they will also not let you go!"
At this point, he could only use the Xiao Clan's name to threaten Zhang Yan.
When Zhang Yan heard this, he keenly felt that there was more to it than meets the eye. He wanted to find out more, so he snorted and purposely said, "What a joke. Let's not talk about whether your Hou Clan is in-laws with the Xiao Clan, but if the Xiao Clan wants to capture someone, why don't they do it themselves? Why would they bestow a profound artifact to a mere Profound Light Realm cultivator like you? I don't believe you, so don't try to scare me! "
Hou Sanlang's expression couldn't help but change when he heard Qin Lie's words. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Fellow Daoist, please listen to me. Because that person's identity is special, it is inconvenient for the Xiao Clan to personally make a move. This matter is absolutely true. My life is small, but I'm afraid that Fellow Daoist will ruin the Xiao Clan's plans. Hmph, how could they let it go?"
He said these words unwillingly, but he had already made up his mind. If he could make it out of Mount Green Inch this time, he would definitely persuade his uncle to kill this person so that the news wouldn't leak out.
When Zhang Yan heard this, his heart jumped slightly. However, he was very shrewd, so his expression didn't change. He only said, "So, you came to this formation to find that person?"
"That's right." Hou Sanlang was annoyed and said, "I originally thought that the azure-clothed person was that person, but I didn't think that I would be wrong."
Zhang Yan's eyes flashed, but he said nonchalantly, "Is that person called Zhang Yan?"
Hou Sanlang didn't think and blurted out, "Yes …" He suddenly reacted and raised his head, but he was met with a pair of heart-piercing cold eyes. His heart trembled, and he knew that the situation was bad. He shouted and turned into a ray of light to escape.
Zhang Yan snorted coldly, but he didn't move from his spot. When he formed a seal, a large yellow hand reached out and grabbed forward.
In this narrow abode, Hou Sanlang practically had no room to maneuver, and in the blink of an eye, he was caught up and grabbed by this large hand. He was horrified and hurriedly released the profound light from his body with the intention of resisting, but unexpectedly, this large hand suddenly turned down and spread open its fingers, slapping him to the ground with a bang as if it was swatting a mosquito. He died on the spot without making a sound.
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