Leaving or Staying
Sharpening the Sword in the Mirror
Zhang Chunde hurried through the night and arrived at the foot of Rolling Python Mountain by daybreak. He jumped down from the saddle and threw the reins to a servant. He raised his head and looked at the majestic mountain, as if he could see through the layers of mountains to the fort on the mountain.
This time, he received an urgent summon from his father, who asked him to return to the manor immediately. However, there were only a few words in the letter and no specific reason was mentioned.
When he arrived at the boundary of Rolling Python Mountain, he vaguely heard that the family member that his father had lost contact with when he was young had come looking for him. This person was also a Daoist and was rumored to have some cultivation.
He curled his lips. He had learned martial arts in Spirit Bridge Daoist Temple for many years, but he did not respect Daoists as much as ordinary people.
His master was skilled in both martial arts and spells. In the eyes of ordinary people, those mysterious methods were nothing in his eyes. As long as he had a weapon in his hand, he would not be afraid of ghosts or evil spirits, and he would know how to break them.
His body was strong and healthy. He climbed up the mountain path and arrived at the fort in the middle of the mountain after a short while. When the servants saw him, they were all delighted. There were even servants running inside, shouting, "Young Mountain Chieftain has returned to the mountain, Young Mountain Chieftain has returned to the mountain."
Not long after, someone came out and said, "Mountain Master invites Young Mountain Master inside."
Zhang Chunde nodded and walked in without looking sideways. When he arrived at the main hall, he saw a young Daoist and his father sitting there talking about something. However, after taking a glance, he was surprised and thought to himself, "Why is this person so young?"
Although Zhang Zhan also had a rough understanding of Qi cultivation, he only looked slightly younger. He could not help but have aged muscles and bones. Logically speaking, this uncle of his should be a few years older, but this person looked to be in his twenties.
Although Spirit Bridge Daoist Palace had techniques to maintain one's youthfulness, it was impossible to achieve this.
Zhang Chunde thought to himself, "Could it be that he came up the mountain to swindle people?"
However, he immediately rejected this possibility. Not to mention that this person's appearance was extremely similar to Zhang Zhan's, just from looking at them, he could tell that the two of them were from the same lineage. In his impression, his father was an extremely shrewd person, so how could he be fooled so easily?
When Zhang Zhan heard the footsteps, he also saw his eldest son, and a look of joy appeared in his eyes. However, he had been in charge of the army for twenty years, and was the ruler of the border. He was a deep and steady person, and his words did not reveal much emotion. He said in a deep voice, "Chunde, quickly come and greet your uncle."
Although Zhang Chunde had gone up the mountain to cultivate since he was young, and the father and son didn't spend much time together, he was extremely convinced of his father's abilities. He hurriedly came up to greet Zhang Yan, lifted his robe, and knelt down, saying, "Nephew Zhang Chunde pays respect to Eldest Uncle.
However, even though he seemed to be kneeling, his knees were actually still a hair's breadth off the ground. He relied on the strength of his toes to support his body, showing his impressive martial arts attainments.
Zhang Yan naturally noticed Zhang Chunde's actions, but he didn't care at all. He nodded slightly and said, "No need to be so courteous, get up."
Zhang Zhan said, "Eldest Brother, what do you think of this child?"
Zhang Yan only needed one look to know that Zhang Chunde was a person with great fortune, so he said, "This child needs some polishing, and he can inherit Second Brother's family business."
When Zhang Zhan heard this evaluation, he was naturally happy.
He was also knowledgeable. This elder brother of his had healed his body with a wave of his hand, and he was even better than before. Even if he didn't know how to cultivate, he could still feel the soft and boundless Dao Qi from his elder brother. It was deep and lofty, far superior to the Daoists in the temples that he usually saw.
Thinking of this, he hesitated for a moment before asking, "I wonder how Eldest Brother's cultivation is compared to the Daoists in the Spirit Bridge Daoist Palace?"
Zhang Yan smiled but didn't say anything.
Zhang Zhan's eyes lit up, and he asked again, "Then how does Eldest Brother compare to the Daoists in the General's Office?"
This time, Zhang Yan spoke, but he didn't care. He said, "Those people are just ordinary people who only work for the sake of their salary. They can't be considered cultivators."
Zhang Zhan stood up, cupped his hands, and asked, "The Imperial Sorcerer of the imperial court has protected the country for sixty years. I wonder how Eldest Brother compares to him?"
Zhang Yan smiled. "Even if there is a celestial technique, it can only help those who are fated with it. If one can't achieve immortality, it's all an illusion."
Zhang Zhan's expression changed slightly, and he cautiously said, "Eldest Brother's Dao technique is profound, and even that Daoist Hu is far from being Eldest Brother's opponent. Since there's no one left in the house, why don't Eldest Brother stay here? I'll build a Daoist temple for Eldest Brother to worship."
Zhang Yan smiled faintly. "I came here because I coincidentally divined that you would have a calamity in your life, so I came here to save your life. As cultivators, we see the mortal world as fetters. Today, after we talk, we shall leave. From now on, immortals and mortals will be separated forever, and we will never meet again."
Zhang Zhan still wanted to say something, but Zhang Yan smiled faintly, stood up, and walked out with a wave of his sleeves.
Zhang Zhan was startled. The two brothers had been separated for many years, and now that they were reunited, he still had many questions to ask, but he didn't expect Zhang Yan to leave without any hesitation. He subconsciously stretched out his hand, but as if he thought of something, he shook his head and put his hand down.
Zhang Chunde glanced at his father, and said, "Father, I'll go get Eldest Uncle back!"
Before Zhang Zhan could say anything, he chased after him with light footsteps.
He originally thought that he would be able to catch up to Zhang Yan in a few steps. However, even though the figure in front of him was walking neither fast nor slow and seemed to be taking a leisurely stroll, he just couldn't catch up to Zhang Yan even after a few steps. Instantly, he was extremely shocked.
The place Zhang Yan was heading to was a cliff, and the distance between the two was getting farther and farther.
Zhang Chunde was anxious, and he shouted, "Eldest Uncle, stop, it's a dead end ahead!"
Zhang Yan, however, turned a blind eye to it, and continued walking forward. When he reached the edge of the cliff, he stepped on the void, and walked a few more steps as if there was a real path under his feet. Just Now, with a flap of his sleeves, his body transformed into a wisp of smoke, and he rose into the sky in an instant. A song came from the horizon, saying, "The cool breeze helps me ascend to the Nine Heavens, this time I go among the floating clouds and weave the colors, I'm free and unfettered like an immortal, looking back in a dream, a thousand years have passed."
Seeing this scene, Zhang Chunde was extremely shocked. He chased all the way to the top of the cliff, and he stared blankly at the wisp of cloud disappearing into the vast sky.
Zhang Yan had only come here because he had accidentally discovered that Zhang Zhan's life was in danger, and that was why he had appeared to save him. Now that everything was over, he naturally didn't have the mood to stay in the mortal world. He immediately soared into the sky, and in less than half a day, he had already returned to the Clear Nether Heavenly Lake.
He sat down on the jade couch again, summoned the mirror spirit, and said, "Go and call Yanyi over."
Just Now, Liu Yanyi had returned to the manor after killing the demons, and was teaching the Wang sisters how to decipher the eroded runes. Hearing Zhang Yan's summon, she didn't hesitate and immediately rushed over.
She passed through the array door, and not long after, she arrived at the main manor. After seeing Zhang Yan, she bowed and said, "Disciple greets Master, may I know why you called disciple?"
Zhang Yan asked warmly, "Disciple, how is your flying sword practice going?"
Liu Yanyi replied, "Recently, disciple has been searching for demons and honing my swordsmanship. I feel that I have made some progress."
Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "Demons and demons have very different methods compared to the people of our Profound Gate. Moreover, they lack treasures, artifacts, divine arts, and Dao techniques. They only rely on their rough skin and thick flesh. Fighting them alone is still not enough."
Liu Yanyi was smart, and she immediately understood that her master wanted to teach her. She bowed and said, "Disciple, please give me some pointers, Master."
Zhang Yan smiled. He stretched out his hand and patted the surface of the small mirror. A figure appeared on the surface of the mirror. This person was sitting cross-legged in the mirror, breathing in and out, adjusting his internal energy.
Liu Yanyi couldn't help but look over curiously.
Zhang Yan pointed his finger and said, "This person's name is Xiao He. He's a first tier Core Transformation cultivator. Last year, I used a spell to trap him in a formation. If you can last a few rounds against him, you'll have made some progress."
Liu Yanyi's beautiful eyes lit up, and she said eagerly, "Master, disciple is willing to try."
Zhang Yan smiled and waved his sleeve, saying, "Then go."
Liu Yanyi only felt a gentle force supporting her, and her body was involuntarily thrown into the mirror. When she stabilized her body, she saw that she had already fallen into the place she saw just now.
Since the day Xiao He fought with Zhang Yan, other than the Mirror Spirit throwing some life-prolonging elixirs to him every day, no one else paid attention to him. Over time, he also knew that it was useless to make noise, so he simply meditated and breathed to pass the time.
But this was the Bright Nether Heavenly Lake, the abode of heavens. His talent was not bad, and he had already given up on the idea of going out, so he only focused on cultivating. In this one year, his cultivation had actually made great progress, and even his originally violent temper had calmed down a bit.
Sometimes he thought it was inconceivable. Zhang Yan had obviously trapped him, but it seemed to have helped him instead.
He sensed Liu Yanyi almost as soon as she entered the formation. At first, he thought it was Zhang Yan, and his eyes lit up. He stood up excitedly, ready to fight, but when he saw who it was, disappointment appeared in his eyes, and he scolded, "Zhang Yan, what are you trying to do? You didn't come yourself, but sent a little girl. Could it be that you're sending her to her death? "
Zhang Yan smiled and said from outside the mirror, "Senior Brother Xiao, this is my eldest disciple, Liu Yanyi. In two years, it will be the sect's competition, and she wants to find someone to hone her swordsmanship. Senior Brother's skills are brilliant, and your cultivation is profound, so please give her some pointers."
Xiao He was startled, and said, "Your disciple?"
His expression changed, and his mind became active. He thought to himself, "I don't know if this Zhang Yan is muddle-headed. He actually sent his disciple to fight with me. Hmph, hmph, I won't take her life. I'll just capture her alive. Let's see if he dares to not let me out then."
Liu Yanyi was still at the first level of the Mystic Light Realm. If they were to fight head-on, Xiao He could kill her with a wave of his hand. However, this place was different. This was the Little Pot Mirror Forbidden Formation. Although it couldn't kill the enemy, it could trap and block people, and it could block treasures and techniques. It was the best place for disciples to hone their swordsmanship.
However, Xiao He didn't know the profoundness of this place. When Zhang Yan fought with him that day, he didn't need to use such a method, so he thought that this formation could only trap people.
After Xiao He made up his mind, he didn't rush forward. He just stood there and didn't move. He didn't want to scare away his disciple, Zhang Yan, by himself.
Liu Yanyi didn't lose her respect when she saw Xiao He. She came forward and bowed from afar, saying, "Martial Uncle Xiao, this junior greets you. If I offend you later, please don't blame me."
Xiao He looked her up and down, and a trace of shock appeared on his face. He cursed in his heart, "What kind of dog shit luck does this Zhang Yan have? He actually found a disciple like this one in ten thousand. With this kind of talent, even if she doesn't do anything and just sits in this Clear Nether Heavenly Lake for a few decades, she can still cultivate to the Core Transformation Realm."
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