Zhang Yan and Elder Qi chatted privately for a while longer and agreed to write letters to each other in the next few days. Zhang Yan then left.
However, as soon as he got out of Qincang School's mountain gate, he thought of something. He turned the astral wind around and flew towards the lower courtyard of Cangwu Mountain.
Although the outside world was in chaos, the number of people who entered the mountain to seek Dao increased instead of decreasing. Most of them were the disciples of nobles and officials.
They called themselves' cultivators', but in fact, most of them came to seek refuge. After all, Qincang School was a great Xuanmen sect. Even though the Devil Tribulation had already begun, they could still feel at ease in the mountain gate.
It was currently morning. In Cangwu Mountain, many disciples were meditating and chanting scriptures on the Thousand Rock. Suddenly, the clouds in the sky soared and the wind blew. They could vaguely see a handsome Daoist riding the wind and landing in the direction of Misty Cloud Peak. It immediately caused them to exclaim.
A disciple called Cao Gu stood up excitedly and said, "Is that a divine ability to fly in the sky and travel through the earth? I wonder which Senior Brother in the courtyard has cultivated this technique. I must pay him a visit in the future. If he can pass it down, I'm willing to pay ten thousand taels of gold. "
In the early years of the Great Wei Dynasty, there were many rogue cultivators who worked for it. Although they relied on magical tools to fly, the nobles of the Wei Dynasty who didn't distinguish between the five grains couldn't tell the difference between them.
However, in recent decades, because of the Devil Tribulation, the rogue cultivators were afraid that they would be captured by the disciples of the Devil Sect and have their primordial spirit sucked away. Therefore, they hid their traces. In addition, most of the Xuanmen sects had sealed their mountains to avoid the tribulation. Therefore, the scene of cultivators flying in the sky was rarely seen.
At this moment, a man who looked like a steward glanced at him and sneered, "I advise you to stop dreaming. The person coming is definitely the Monastery Master of the Three Views. Even my master might not be able to see him, let alone an ordinary person like you. "
Cao Gu was originally a relative of the Wei Dynasty, but he could only sulk after being looked down upon by this person. He didn't dare to talk back.
In the Three Views, who didn't know that the stewards of the lower courtyard disciples couldn't be offended? Otherwise, they would be chased down the mountain in a few days.
Many of the people here had been on the mountain for more than ten years, they only knew that Ma Shouxiang was the abbot of the Shan Yuan Monastery, but they did not know that there was also the head of the San Guan Monastery. One after another they came up to the steward to inquire about his background.
The steward saw that everyone had surrounded him. They all had a fawning expression on their faces and couldn't help but feel proud. They cupped their hands in the direction of the mountain gate and said, "I'll let you know that this monastery head is a grand cultivator from our Qincang School's upper academy."
"He's actually an upper house cultivator?" The crowd exclaimed again.
The Lower House of Qincang School might still collude with the mortal world, but the cultivators of the Upper House could be said to be isolated from the mortal world.
These disciples had only heard of it, but they had never seen it before. They only knew that after passing the Azure Parasol Mountain, they would arrive at a vast lake that was comparable to the East Sea. It was filled with celestial islands and spiritual lands, and the people who lived on them. They were all immortal cultivators who could fly in the sky and burrow into the ground.
Good Abyss Monastery's monastery head, Ma Shouxiang, was cultivating in the monastery when he suddenly heard a child report that a streak of light came from the direction of the mountain gate and landed on the peak of Sweeping Cloud Peak. He guessed that it was Monastery Head Zhang Yan who had come, so he hurriedly changed his robes and put on a crown, tidied up his attire, and rushed to the back of the mountain.
Wang Caiwei had been following Zhang Yan's instructions for the past year. She was cultivating in the Lower House when she sensed that her teacher had arrived, so she hurried over to greet him.
When the two of them arrived at the back of the mountain, they saw Zhang Yan standing on the peak with his hands behind his back, looking at the churning sea of clouds beneath his feet. She hurriedly came over to greet him.
Ma Shouxiang bowed and said, "Welcome, Monastery Head."
Wang Caiwei, on the other hand, knelt down and paid her respects.
Zhang Yan turned around and said with a smile, "No need to be so courteous. Both of you may rise. "
Only then did the two of them rise.
Zhang Yan said, "Monastery Head Ma, I haven't been here for a long time. I didn't expect the Lower House to be so prosperous."
Ma Shouxiang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Monastery Head, you may not know. Rather than saying that these disciples are here to cultivate, it's better to say that they're here to avoid calamity. Recently, there have been even more of them. "
Zhang Yan sighed, "Once the Devil's Calamity begins, the people will be plunged into misery and suffering. My Xuanmen's disciples can't even protect themselves, let alone the people of the mortal world. You don't have to chase them away, just let them be."
Ma Shouxiang cupped his hands and said, "Monastery Head is benevolent. Mount Cangwu has eighteen peaks and thirty-six streams. Even if there were a thousand more people staying here, it wouldn't be a problem."
Zhang Yan had no interest in secular affairs. After asking a few more questions, he turned to look at Wang Caiwei and said, "Caiwei, my disciple, I ordered you to keep an eye on Han Zuocheng and investigate his background. Have you found out?"
Wang Caiwei curtsied and said respectfully, "Master, fortunately, I didn't disappoint you. I've already found out that this person is indeed from the Han Clan. Decades ago, a defeated army caused chaos in the city, implicating the Han Clan. Only his father, Han Xiao, was left to hide in the mountains, but he was almost killed by the mountain bandits. Coincidentally, a fox demon passed by that day and saw that his father was handsome and a scholar, so she saved him. The two of them became husband and wife and even had a son and a daughter."
At this point, her pretty face blushed slightly. She paused for a moment before continuing, "That fox demon obtained half of an incomplete Dao scripture in her early years and was able to transform into a human. She knew that cultivation was not easy and longevity was hard to come by. Later on, she found out that Han Xiao's ancestor had an appointment with Master, so she wanted the younger generation to enter the Qincang School to be apprenticed to her master. However, her children had already cultivated that incomplete Dao technique and were too old. She was afraid that they wouldn't be accepted by the sect, so she sent Han Zuocheng, her youngest grandson, up the mountain to seek Dao."
Zhang Yan couldn't help asking curiously, "How do you know so clearly?"
Wang Caiwei said, "Disciple personally went to Han Zuocheng's grandfather and mother's residence and even saw that fox demon. The two of them were very respectful and only after asking in detail did I know the details."
Zhang Yan had a look of praise in his eyes as he nodded. "Caiwei, you did a good job on this matter."
Receiving praise from her master, Wang Caiwei was also very happy. She lowered her head and said, "Sharing Master's worries is disciple's duty."
Zhang Yan nodded. "Go and call that Han Zuocheng over. Master wants to see him."
Wang Caiwei acknowledged the order and with a stomp of her slender feet, she rode a clear light down the mountain.
In the time it took to drink a cup of tea, the light turned back and slowly descended to the ground. After the light faded, other than Wang Caiwei, there was also a sturdy youth with white eyebrows standing beside her.
Ma Shouxiang said in a low voice, "Han Zuocheng, you've met the monastery head. Why aren't you coming up to greet him?"
The youth's expression froze. He had heard the steward's discussion from outside and knew that the person in front of him was a great cultivator from the upper house who had the ability to call the wind and summon the rain. He hurriedly knelt down and said, "Disciple Han Zuocheng greets the monastery head."
Although he grew up in the mountains, his grandfather, Han Xiao, was a scholar. He was also literate and knew etiquette, so he didn't have that kind of rough habits.
Zhang Yan carefully sized him up and saw that his foundation was excellent. His eyes unconsciously lit up.
He had heard Ma Shouxiang say that this child had only used half a year to cultivate to the first level of Essence Condensation. Looking at him now, he had actually cultivated to the second level. His aptitude was obviously very extraordinary. He secretly nodded and decided to take this disciple in. He said, "Han Zuocheng, over ninety years ago, your ancestor made an agreement with me to bring one of your clan into my sect to cultivate. Since you've come here, are you willing to take me as your master?"
When Han Zuocheng was young, he had heard his grandfather, Han Xiao, mention that his ancestor had made an agreement with Immortal Zhang. As long as the younger generation had the intention to cultivate, they could go and take him as their master.
In reality, he was also half-convinced, but his heart was very firm. He had come to Qincang School with the hope of seeking the Dao. He had even reported Zhang Yan's name. But after waiting for over a year, there was still no movement. Just when he thought that this matter was probably false, he didn't think that Zhang Yan would actually come to take him as a disciple. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.
Ma Shouxiang saw that he was standing there in a daze and went forward to pat his shoulder. He amiably said, "Zuocheng, your opportunity has come. What are you standing there for? Why don't you quickly go and take him as your master?"
Only then did Han Zuocheng come to his senses. He hurriedly went forward to kowtow and said loudly, "Disciple Han Zuocheng greets teacher. I wish teacher a long life."
Zhang Yan smiled and nodded. He said, "Since you and I have met for the first time, I will bestow you an instrument. You must remember to cultivate diligently." He sat still and only lightly waved his sleeve. A ray of light flew out and descended.
Han Zuocheng subconsciously held the ray of light in his hand. When he opened his eyes, he saw that it was a simple and unadorned dagger about a foot long. There was a mysterious bird seal script on it. The dagger was extremely sharp and when it was waved, it emitted a sound like the cry of a crane. He couldn't help but be excited. He bowed down and kowtowed again. He said, "Thank you, benefactor teacher, for bestowing this treasure!"
Zhang Yan said, "There are a few apprentice-brothers and apprentice-sisters above you. I won't say much to you. If you have any questions, you can ask your apprentice-sister Wang. You should continue to cultivate in the lower house. Next year, you can go back to the sect with Caiwei."
Wang Caiwei heard this and knew that teacher wanted her to stay behind to take care of this apprentice-brother. She said, "Teacher, I understand. I will definitely take good care of little apprentice-brother."
Zhang Yan said a few more words before he waved his sleeve and flew into the sky, disappearing into the clouds.
Han Zuocheng was very envious. Although his grandmother was a yao cultivator, she was only a wandering cultivator. She didn't have this kind of ability to fly in the sky. Looking at the white clouds and the blue sky, his Dao heart became even more determined.
Zhang Yan flew with the wind and returned to the front of Clear Nether Heavenly Lake in a flash. He waved his hand and opened the formation door. He took a step inside and entered the inner hall. He went straight to the jade couch and sat down. He waved his sleeve and a white silk scuttled out. After it circled around the hall, it landed on the ground and turned into a big-headed child.
Jing You looked around curiously. He felt that the cave was overflowing with spiritual energy, as if it wanted to fill up all the pores on his body. He was extremely lazy and comfortable. He couldn't help but take a few breaths. He was surprised and said, "Is this old master's cave? It seems that old master's position in the sect isn't low and his master is also very good. Haha, this young master's good days are coming. "
One thousand and five hundred years ago, he had also followed Zhenren He. He was very clear that to have such a blessed place as a cave, it was either the top ten disciples of the sect or the masters who were amazing.
He was secretly delighted and thought to himself, "The more the sect values old master, the more stable my life as a servant will be. I don't need to go out and fight for my life. With my lifespan, it won't be difficult for me to live for another thousand years."
But if he knew that the reason why Zhang Yan brought him back was to take him to the sword competition to fight against the disciples of the Devil Sect, he would probably be paralyzed with fear on the spot.
Zhang Yan didn't have the mood to pay attention to him for the time being. He closed his eyes and pondered.
Because of the order to close the door for five years, he couldn't go to the next year's competition. In the remaining few years, he could focus on studying the Five Elements Escape Technique. Just as he was thinking, he suddenly felt something on the opposite stone platform suddenly vibrate. In an instant, the spiritual energy in the cave seemed to be sucked in by a whale, gathering towards it.
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