Zhang Yan didn't expect Xiao Mu to leave behind a pot of Scarlet Thunder Beads. Just this item alone was enough to make up for all the previous ones. He was excited, he didn't expect to have such a harvest, it was not in vain that he kept this in his sleeve until now.
This Scarlet Thunder Bead was extremely powerful, it was created by the Yuanying cultivator's own Yuangang mixed with the Scarlet Thunder Bead. After 49 days and nights of non-stop breathing out Yang Qi, it was finally formed. Once it was used, it would explode like the sky was falling, rocks would crack, everything within a hundred feet would be turned into powder.
Zhang Yan carefully stretched out his hand and grabbed a handful of them. If he were to throw a handful of them at an enemy, even a Nascent Soul cultivator would have to retreat and avoid them for the time being.
He poured out all the Scarlet Thunder Beads and counted them carefully. In the end, he found that there were as many as three hundred and seventy-eight beads. He was overjoyed and thought, "There's actually so many of them, it seems that Xiao Mu used them to deal with Tao Zhenren."
He thought again, if Xiao Mu was killed by him, he would have used this on him. Even if he didn't die from the explosion, he could only watch helplessly as he ran away.
In reality, he was thinking too much. At that critical moment, if Xiao Mu had the Scarlet Thunder Bead in his hands, why wouldn't he use it to save his life?
This Scarlet Thunder Bead was not created by Xiao Mu alone, it was created by a few Yuanying Zhenren and him. Just Now he had obtained this much.
Originally, he was going to use it to deal with Tao Zhenren. But because the last step of the Scarlet Thunder Bead was to be nurtured in this' Mother Tin Pot 'for half a year before it could be formed, even if Xiao Mu wanted to use it, he wouldn't be able to. But if Zhang Yan and him were to fight a few days later. Then it would be very hard to say.
Zhang Yan carefully poured the Red Thunder Gravel back into the pot and stuck a Talisman on it. Then, he put it in his sleeve pocket and carefully kept it. With the help of this item, he had some confidence in completing the task assigned by the Sect Leader.
He pondered for a while and made sure that he had not missed anything. He thought to himself, "Once I'm done with the matters of the lower house, I'll be able to rush to Mount Qing Tong."
He stood up, wrapped in a wisp of smoke, and flew around. In the blink of an eye, he exited the Zhao You Cave Abode through the formation door and flew towards the Azure Parasol Mountain.
Arriving at the Cloud Swaying Peak of the lower courtyard, he stood on a large rock at the peak and sent a command talisman down.
A moment later, the three Deacons from the Lower House hurried over.
Zhang Yan asked in a slow voice, "There are still a few more days before the gathering day. How many people have come today?"
Ever since Zhang Yan came to the lower house, the disciples from the aristocratic families had lost their arrogance and became cautious every day. They were afraid that if they were not careful, the three Deacons would find out where it hurt, and Zhang Yan would use it as an excuse to expel them from the lower house.
Because of this, the three Deacons felt that their prestige was increasing day by day. They also knew where their confidence came from, and they engraved Zhang Yan's instructions in their hearts even more, not daring to forget them.
At this moment, when Zhang Yan asked the question. Ma Shouxiang took the initiative to stand out and held up the register. Without even flipping through it, he immediately replied, "Reporting to Deacons, the original date was three months. But two months ago, all the disciples had gathered, and there were no exceptions. "
The reason why the four disciples were arranged to enter the lower house was to obtain the position of a true disciple. Of course, they would not fall behind others. They had opened their meridians early and returned to their temples to wait.
On the other hand, the disciples from the aristocratic families had been taught a lesson by Zhang Yan to the point that they were afraid. It was fine if they could not become a true disciple, but if they missed the deadline and were beheaded, they would have no one to reason with. Therefore, after Zhang Yan passed down the decree, they hurriedly went to open their meridians. Not daring to tarry for even a moment, they all returned to the mountain to wait patiently.
Zhang Yan received the register and opened it. The words that entered his eyes were strong and powerful. On it were the disciples' names, ages, origins, years of cultivation, and the grade of each pulse. It was all clear at a glance, and he unconsciously nodded his head.
His gaze swept over them, and he had already chosen a few people. Ma Shouxiang was already prepared and offered a brush and ink.
Zhang Yan nodded to him, and with a tick of the brush, he selected the true disciples today.
Among them, there were four people from the teacher and disciple faction, four from the aristocratic families, and three disciples who did not come from the large families. Finally, including the two Wang sisters, a total of thirteen people were chosen, which was exactly half of the lower house disciples.
After putting down the brush, he took out a jade seal and stamped it on the register. He then passed it to Ma Shouxiang, saying, "Because I have something important to do, I need to leave the mountain for a while. Right now, I have no time to care about what kind of spiritual houses these disciples will use. You don't have to rush to send them to the upper house. You can order them to return to their sects, and I will make arrangements when I return."
Ma Shouxiang nodded in agreement, and the other two attendants behind him also agreed in unison.
Zhang Yan gazed at the vast mountains, and with a shout, he turned into smoke and disappeared into the clouds in front of the three attendants' eyes. Soon after, they saw a sword rainbow tear through the atmosphere, speeding towards the northwest. After a flash of light, it completely disappeared, and only the sound of the sword whistling could be heard for a long time.
A thousand miles away from Mt. Qing Tong, on top of a mound, there was a ten feet long jade couch. An old man sat arrogantly on it. His eyes were sunken, his hair was long, and he wore a red robe that was like a blood cloud. With a single glance, it was obvious that he was a Devil Dao cultivator.
That was not all, but there was a woman in front of his couch. One of her clothes had been torn off, and she was dripping with blood. It was a tragic sight, but her expression was blurry, and her face was full of confusion. It was obvious that she did not feel any pain.
Because the news of an immortal's house appearing on Mount Qing Tong had spread far and wide, everyone in the East Flower Sect knew about it. Every day, there would be cultivators passing by, and when they saw this scene, they would all be surprised. However, because this was too strange, although many people hesitated and wanted to come down to investigate, they were afraid of this old man's cultivation, and no one dared to come over for a few days.
After three days, two disciples of the Southern Flower Sect passed by this place and stopped.
They were a man and a woman, and they were a pair of brother and sister. Both of them were in the Core Formation Realm. When they saw the arrogant and evil appearance in front of them, they felt indignant and could not hold back, but they were also afraid that the other party was up to something. After discussing with each other for a while, they each went in a different direction and wandered within a few hundred miles. Just Now.
When they met again, they saw that there was no help by their side, so they released the immortal birds they rode. They were two divine cranes with white feathers and red crowns. As soon as they were released, they spread their wings and let out a long and clear cry that stopped the clouds.
At this time, they no longer hesitated. With a shout, they split into two sides, one from the left and the other from the right, and swooped down.
The old man's expression was slightly solemn. He clenched his fist and shook his body. A yellow smoke flew out from the top of his head, and there seemed to be a malicious spirit in it. Miserable winds howled, and yin qi swirled violently as it rushed up.
However, he was only in the Core Formation Realm, so it was a bit difficult for him to fight one against two. The two disciples each took out their magic swords and swung them down. A clear light flashed, and a crack was instantly cut open in the yellow smoke. At this moment, the old man heard the cry of a crane. Just as he was about to dodge, he felt pain in his shoulder. He could not help but grunt and immediately fell on the bed.
The male disciple looked rather heroic. He stood in the clouds with his sword and sneered. "So it's a cultivator from the Nine Peace Cult. You're unlucky to run into us brother and sister today!"
Just Now, they were still cautious. One of them held the line while the other attacked. They did not dare to attack recklessly. Now that they saw that the old man was injured, they could not help but relax a little.
However, at this moment, a faint smoke that was hard to see with the naked eye floated over from behind. Then, it swayed gently, and a Daoist appeared behind the male disciple.
This person was thin and ugly. His cheeks were sunken in, and although the bridge of his nose was straight, his nostrils were very big. A large part of his forehead was bald, and his sparse white hair fell on his shoulders. His eyes flashed with a faint green light, and his Daoist robe fluttered in the wind. He looked like a skeleton.
The woman could see it clearly from afar and could not help but exclaim.
The Daoist grinned and gave a strange smile. With a light blow, a wisp of black smoke flew out. This male disciple had quite a high status in the Southern Flower Sect and was usually very quick-witted. When he heard that cry of surprise, he knew that something was wrong. He did not turn around to look and instead rushed forward.
However, before he could take two steps, he felt a wave of dizziness. His limbs became weak, and he instantly fell from the sky.
The Daoist flicked his finger, and a wisp of green Yin Fire flew out. With a sizzling sound, it touched the disciple's body. This person did not make a sound, and under the shocked gaze of the female disciple, he was burned into a pile of ashes. Even his Origin Spirit was extinguished.
The woman wanted to escape, but she felt her body go limp. Then, she felt a pain on her neck, and she discovered that it was pinched by a withered hand.
The red-crowned crane that the female disciple brought with her circled around for a while before fiercely pecking at the Daoist's back. However, before it could get close, it seemed to have touched a layer of faint smoke, and for no reason, it turned into a pool of thick blood and disappeared.
The red-crowned crane that the other male disciple left behind wailed, and then flew away without a trace.
The strange Daoist shook his head and did not give chase. He muttered, "Are all the disciples of the South Flower Sect so useless now? Back then, Daoist Feiju dared to challenge Shaoqing Sect with his sword. "
Even though his appearance was ugly, his voice was deep and pleasing to the ear, and it made people want to listen to his words.
He stared at the woman for a long time, and the eerie green fire in his eyes flickered. The female disciple was terrified, and her whole body trembled. However, with her neck pinched and her body powerless, she could not make a sound at all.
After a while, the Daoist smacked his lips and let out a long sigh. He said, "Soft skin and tender flesh, it looks like it tastes good. Unfortunately, I have not eaten humans since I formed my Nascent Soul."
He casually threw the woman in front of the old man's bed, and said, "Xu Gongyuan, I'll leave her for you."
Xu Gongyuan did not look at the woman, and his face was gloomy. He said, "Zhenren, it has been three days, and you still haven't found a suitable physical body to attach your soul to?"
The Daoist laughed, "Xu Gongyuan, don't be impatient. Since I have promised to avenge your son, I will not go back on my words. If that Zhang Yan comes here, I will get rid of him for you. However, if you want me to kill my way to Qincang School, I will not be able to do so unless I am tired of living."
Xu Gongyuan snorted. He understood that the object hidden under Mount Qing Tong was the reason why the Daoist came here. If he was not proficient in formations and prohibition, he would not have been brought along by this person. Now that the disciples of Xuan Gate were coming to Mount Qing Tong, and there were many with high cultivation base among them, he could not move an inch without this person, and could only listen to him.
At this moment, the Daoist's expression changed. He licked his lips and said, "A few more people are coming, I hope my luck is better this time."
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