Three days later, Wang Pan arrived at the Spirit Page Island for the battle.
According to the rules of the school, once one reached the Clear Qi Level, he could bring twenty strong men with him, ride on the cloud-mounted flying ships, wear the Evil Suppressing Jade Pendant, and hold the copper dagger-axes. Other than him, there were also a few good friends from the same school, including Feng Zhen, and a few brothers from the same clan. Therefore, there were thirty-six flying ships flying to the Spirit Page Island at the same time.
This time, Wang Pan was determined to snatch the position of Zhang Yan's true disciple. In order to ensure that nothing would go wrong, not only did he bring along the purple copper dagger-axe that was bestowed by the sect, he also carried a flying sword that could be considered a magic treasure. His magical robes and jade pendants were all neatly arranged on his body. In addition, he also brought along two jade pendants for his age. These pendants were given to him by two experts when he was one and ten years old. Both of these pendants were capable of withstanding an attack from a magic treasure.
The scene on the Spirit Page Island was completely different from where he was. Feng Zhen looked around with great interest. He had been cultivating on the Pan Chi Island since he was seven years old, and he had never left the island for twenty-eight years. It was rare for him to travel.
A woman stood beside him, about the same height as him. She had smooth skin, cold and aloof, and there was not a trace of blood on her face. The people around her automatically moved three feet away from her. This was his younger sister, Feng Kong. Because she had cultivated the Yin Art of Life and Death, she gave people a bone-chilling coldness.
Feng Zhen looked down and asked casually, "What do you think of that Wang Pan, sister?"
Feng Kong looked indifferent and said, "Brother, I know what you are thinking. You just want me to become Cultivation partners with that Wang Pan."
Feng Zhen could not help but feel embarrassed when his sister saw through his thoughts. However, he had to make it clear sooner or later. He sighed and said, "Sister, you and I are only of a branch of the family. We have no one to rely on since we were young. Even if you are talented, you are still alone in the family. Now that the Wang Family is a prosperous family, and you are from the same school, if in the future …"
He was only halfway through his sentence when Feng Kong cut him off decisively. "There's no need to tell me. My father promised my mother that I would be in charge of my own affairs. I appreciate Elder Brother's kindness."
Feng Zhen could not help but shake his head, but he was thinking about how to change Feng Kong's mind. However, when he looked around, he realized that Wang Pan was not going to fight. Instead, he had landed on the northern side of the island to meet Tang Yan.
Feng Zhen had the intention of matchmaking Feng Kong and Wang Pan. However, when he saw how impatient Wang Pan was, he could not help but frown. A golden light wrapped around his body, and in the blink of an eye, he moved from the flying boat to the ground like a flash of lightning.
"Yan Niang …" Wang Pan slammed open the door of the straw hut with a "bang" and shouted.
Tang Yan stood in the hut and stared at him. Her eyes were red and tears were about to fall, but she turned around and said, "You finally came."
Wang Pan saw Tang Yan's aggrieved expression, as if she had been wronged. He laughed and was about to pull the girl into his arms when someone grabbed his shoulder, making him unable to move. He slowly turned around and saw Feng Zhen standing behind him. Feng Zhen shook his head at him and said solemnly, "Junior Brother, the victor has not been decided. How can you lose your composure?"
Wang Pan's heart trembled and he nodded. Although he did not think that Zhang Yan could defeat him, the battle had not been decided yet. Tang Yan was still Zhang Yan's private property in name. If he went up now, it would be too impatient and make a fool of himself. He was Du De's disciple now, and he had to care about the reputation of the sect.
When she saw that Wang Pan had been stopped, Tang Yan felt slightly disappointed. She could not help but glare at Feng Zhen. However, there seemed to be a glaring light emitting from her face. She felt a stinging pain in her eyes as she involuntarily took two steps back. In her heart, she was shocked: "Is this person senior Wang Pan? He clearly has the cultivation of the Mystic Light Realm. Where did he come from? "
When she opened her eyes again, Wang Pan was about to walk out the door. She anxiously called out, "Wang …"
Wang Pan's footsteps stopped. His back was facing her as he asked, "What is it?"
Tang Yan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head and said, "Nothing. Be careful …"
However, Wang Pan did not say a word and strode out of the door.
Tang Yan sighed. She originally wanted to tell him that Zhang Yan could ride on the clouds. However, she remembered that Wang Pan was proud and arrogant. She was afraid that he would misunderstand and think that she did not have high hopes for him. Thus, she decided not to say it in the end.
Wang Pan was indeed a little unhappy. Be careful? Be careful of what? Zhang Yan had only been cultivating in the sect for three months. Even if Ning Chongxuan taught him some secret techniques, how good could he be? How could he lose to him? What a woman's view.
After walking out, he met up with a group of people and came to the foot of the mountain. Smoke and dust billowed in the air above the mountain, and a murderous aura surged toward him. He laughed coldly in his heart. "Others might be afraid of your Golden Wind Blazing Fire, but I am not. Zhang Yan, you want to use the terrain to win against me? You have made a mistake."
He turned around and clasped his hands together. "Brothers, please wait here. It will take at most one day, at least two hours. I will come back and drink with you all."
Everyone returned the greeting with relaxed expressions. Only Feng Kong shook his head lightly.
"Second Sister, you don't seem to have high hopes for Wang Pan?" Feng Zhen asked in a low voice after noticing Feng Kong's expression.
Feng Kong's lips parted slightly as she said, "Eldest Brother, I think Wang Pan is a narrow-minded person. He looks handsome but is actually a petty person. Even if he wins against Zhang Yan today, he won't be able to go far in the future."
Although Feng Zhen didn't agree with his own sister's evaluation of Wang Pan, the two of them had been separated for a long time, and their feelings for each other had grown thin. As such, he couldn't say anything more and could only shake his head with a bitter smile.
Zhang Yan stood on top of a tree and looked down at Wang Pan, who was as small as an ant. His expression was calm, and there was no hint of the seriousness of the upcoming battle.
The reason why he dared to fight Wang Pan was because he had three great treasures in his possession. The Ruyi Spirit Shuttle alone was given to him by Ning Chongxuan to defend against Luo Xiao. After his battle with Du Bo, he saw the power of this treasure. It could even kill a Mystic Light Realm cultivator, so why would he be afraid of a Light Realm cultivator?
Secondly, he wanted to test out the mysteries of the techniques recorded in the Secret Book of Lan Yun, so he could use Wang Pan as a practice target.
A few days ago, he flipped through the book and came across a technique that could envelop an area of a thousand feet in thick fog. It was the most convenient method to conceal one's body. Although ordinary cultivators could see through thick fog, this fog wasn't ordinary. It was formed from a breath of clear Qi, so it couldn't be broken through with ordinary methods.
Seeing that Wang Pan was climbing up the mountain at the foot of the mountain, he stretched out his hand and formed a seal. In just a moment, the thick fog spread out and enveloped the surroundings.
Zhang Yan nodded, thinking that this was only formed from the Clear Qi of Lan Yun. If it was formed from the Clear Qi of Dry Spirit, the effects would be even more extraordinary!
Due to the difference in cultivation methods and refining methods, the purity of the Clear Qi of Dry Spirit far surpassed that of ordinary Qi. Similarly, the time needed to cultivate it was also much longer than that of ordinary cultivators.
In Wang Pan's case, he only needed thirty-six breaths of Clear Qi to reach the first stage, "Initial Formation of Sea of Qi". He then needed thirty-six more breaths of Turbid Qi to reach the second stage, "Summon Clouds and Summon Clouds". After that, he would need to fuse the two Qi into one and return them to their origin. Now, he only needed to fuse the last breath before he could reach the third stage, "Descent of Heavenly Rain".
If Zhang Yan wanted to fuse the Turbid and Turbid Qi together, he would need eighty-one breaths of Clear Qi of Dry Spirit and eighty-one breaths of Turbid Qi of Kun Spirit.
Wang Pan climbed up the mountain and soon arrived at a flat area in the middle of the mountain. As far as the eye could see, all he could see was a patch of white fog. Unable to see Zhang Yan, he shouted, "Zhang Yan, I've arrived. Come out and meet me."
"Wang Pan, I've been waiting here for a long time." Zhang Yan's voice sounded out from the thick fog.
Relying on his high cultivation, Wang Pan wasn't afraid of the thick fog at all. He took large strides into the fog, but after ten steps, he discovered that he couldn't even see his own fingers. He laughed and said, "Zhang Yan, you want to defeat me with such insignificant skills? Disperse! "
With a "hu" sound, he blew out a mouthful of turbid Qi. Instantly, a whirlwind appeared on the ground, causing leaves and dead wood to fly into the air. For a moment, it was as if a heavy rain had arrived. Branches and leaves were broken, and the sound of plants falling to the ground was incessant. However, the thunderstorm was small. After the wind stopped, the fog only became slightly thinner, but in the blink of an eye, it gradually thickened again. Wang Pan couldn't help but be stunned.
Zhang Yan secretly laughed. Although the Secret Book of Waves of Clouds was slightly inferior in terms of Qi cultivation, it was unique in terms of the circulation of Qi. How could it be dispersed by a mouthful of turbid Qi? Furthermore, he had the Clear Qi of Dry Spirit, making his body as light as a feather. He could borrow the fog to soar into the sky at any time. He was already in an invincible position. Today, Wang Pan would definitely lose!
However, what surprised him was that Wang Pan's mouthful of turbid Qi actually contained Golden Fire Qi. Although it couldn't compare to the Earth Fire Evil Qi, in terms of purity, it surpassed it. It seemed like his opponent's meridian was either metal or fire. Wang Pan thought to himself, "No wonder he dared to come to the island to accept the challenge.
Wang Pan blew out a few more mouthfuls of air, but the fog continued to disperse and gather again. Suddenly, he felt that he was in trouble. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly understood, "This Zhang Yan must be using a delaying method to wait for the Golden Wind and Raging Fire Qi to harm my spiritual energy. Hmph hmph, he must have learned some method from Senior Ning and is not afraid of Evil Qi. However, he doesn't know that I have a medium to high grade Fire Vein and am not afraid of this level of Evil Qi either."
However, he did not have the patience to waste time with Zhang Yan. He rolled his eyes and loudly shouted, "Zhang Yan, if you know what's good for you, then admit defeat and give up your position as a True Disciple. The promises we made previously will not be changed. This way, you won't have to worry about your life. What do you think?"
A moment later, Zhang Yan's reply came from within the fog, "Since we are already here, it is a battle of life and death. There is no point in talking anymore."
"Found it!" Wang Pan's eyes turned sharp as he shouted, "Go!" The Escaping Sound Flying Sword in his hand glowed with a red light. In a split second, it left his hand and flew straight towards the direction where Zhang Yan's voice came from.
However, Zhang Yan could see it clearly from within the fog. He laughed in his heart, "That's exactly what I want you to do!" With a flick of his wrist, a Cloud Pattern Vermillion Brush slipped into his sleeve and he threw it into the air.
The Flying Sword was approaching menacingly and whistled towards Zhang Yan's face. However, the Vermillion Brush was extremely steady and took the initiative to meet it. The tip of the brush only lightly touched the blade of the sword and the layer of red spiritual energy was dispelled. Then, it circled around the sword and brushed away the trace of blood essence on the sword. The body of the sword instantly turned dim and fell from the sky.
Zhang Yan stretched out his hand to catch the Destiny Vermillion Brush and the Flying Sword. He smiled and said, "Senior Wang, please forgive me for being impolite."
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