Zhang Yan had once heard that the Guangyuan Sect used to be an expert in talisman crafting. They were also arrogant and conceited, so they had offended quite a number of sects. After the great change that happened a thousand years ago, a few of the sect's top elders passed away, and the whereabouts of the sect leader were also unknown. Their successors also lacked outstanding talents, so they were attacked by a few hostile sects, which resulted in a great loss to their vitality.
Since then, they had fallen from a first-rate sect to a second-rate sect, and in the end, they still relied on Nanhua Sect to protect them. However, every ten years, they had to offer a large number of secret Talisman to Nanhua Sect, and among them was this Talisman of Vitality.
With this Talisman of Vitality in hand, one would not have to worry about running out of energy during battles, and it was indeed a good thing.
Zhang Yan packed up the things in his hands, and gathered the hundreds of Fish Demon beauties again. Seeing that this place was not far from the range of the magnetization of the earth vein, he simply walked on the waves. After less than twenty miles, he felt that the feeling of restriction on his body had gradually weakened, and so he released three flying boats, carrying all the Fish Demon beauties on board, and flew up into the sky, all the way west back to Yue Cang Sect.
After traveling for more than a month, the Great Lake of Dragon Lake was impressively in sight.
On this return journey, Zhang Yan successively refined two more breaths of Spiritual Qi, leaving only one breath of Spiritual Qi that was about to close. This was because when he was trying to break through the third realm of Clear Qi, he suddenly felt that the time was not right. Since breaking through the bottleneck was right in front of him, he was not in a hurry at this moment, and simply decided to go back to the sect to think about it.
So for the rest of the time, he immersed his mind into the remnant jade, using it on how to refine the Heavy Water of Serene Yin.
One must know that the reason why this technique was called "technique" was because other than needing the Cold Yin Qi, it also had its own set of complicated operation and refining process. The Qi movement needed to travel back and forth in the meridians, up and down, and extract the turbidity and lead. The complexity was almost comparable to the Record of Xuanyuan that he used to open the meridians.
According to the 'Secret Book of Lan Yun', every time a drop of Serene Yin Heavy Water was refined, it would take a hundred and eight days. In his opinion, if a cultivator wasn't familiar with this method to a certain degree, then even if he endured for a few more days, he still wouldn't be able to succeed. Fortunately, he had the remnant jade in his hand. One month's worth of effort was equivalent to less than two years' time.
After the flying boat entered the Great Lake of Dragon Lake, a patrolling disciple on duty came up to inquire. Seeing that it was a true disciple returning from the Water Country of the Dang Region, they were very respectful. Zhang Yan had no obstructions along the way. He first returned to Spirit Page Island, opened the restriction, and settled Luo Xiao and the Fish demons beauties, and then flew back to Danding Courtyard.
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Zhang Yan straightened his clothes outside the door and stepped into the loft.
Seeing him come in, Zhou Chongju put down the book in his hand, and said, "Junior Martial Brother, it's only been five months. Why have you returned?"
Zhang Yan found a stool and sat down, and sighed, "It's a long story. I met a Pill Master in the Water Country, and his name is Ren Cai. He is very familiar with the situation in the Water Country, and has a good relationship with a few tribe leaders. From what he said, I learned that the tribes are buying large quantities of Metal Heavenly Weapons, Sharp Fangs, and Sharp Blades. At first, I didn't think much of it, but then I saw that King Zhen was not secretive, and didn't look like a leader, and the city was full of killing intent, so I left as soon as possible.
Zhou Chongju's spirit was lifted, and he said, "You got the book, let me see."
Zhang Yan took out a golden book from his sleeve, and handed it over.
Zhou Chongju took it and flipped through it. Other than the king's seal, there was only King Zhen's seal, and the tribe leaders' seals were missing. Zhou Chongju shook his head, and said, "It seems like Junior Martial Brother is right. The tribe leaders and Ji Jiushang seem to be in harmony, but they are actually divided. Otherwise, they wouldn't have handed over this book in a hurry. Once the Water Country is in chaos, we will have to fight with the Three Lake Demons again, and this book is as good as not. But we can stand on the side of righteousness, and you have done a good job."
This book was placed in the Xuan Luo Daoist Robe, and was sent to Zhang Yan. Initially, he was curious about the other party's intentions, but later on, he gradually understood.
It was likely that some of the tribe leaders in the Water Country didn't agree to give the Lustrous Cloud Shell Field to the Qian Cang Faction, but Ji Jiushang was preparing to help King Zhen ascend the throne, and was afraid that the Qian Cang Faction would turn hostile at this time. Therefore, he bypassed the tribe leaders, and gave the Qian Cang Faction a reassurance pill, so that when the affairs of the country were sorted out, there wouldn't be any objections.
Zhou Chongju put down the golden book, and asked, "I heard that the diplomatic mission was intercepted by the Water Demons of the Shen Jin Stream on the road, and the Su family sent people to rescue you Just Now, but this time, the Su family lost a disciple. Is this true?"
Zhang Yan laughed coldly, and said, "The Su family really put on a good show."
Zhou Chongju revealed an expression as if he had already expected this. Seeing that Zhang Yan didn't elaborate on the details, he didn't ask anymore, but patted the golden book, and said, "I will hand this book to the Sect Leader. Since Junior Apprentice Brother has already returned, why don't you go to the Green Rock Screen Wall of Ying Luo Island to listen to the preaching? Today is coincidentally the day when Elder Chen will be imparting the sect's Flying Sword Technique, and the disciples of the younger generation can go and listen to the preaching. This is a rare opportunity, you can't miss it."
A disciple who had entered the sect for sixteen years was considered a generation, and this generation did not refer to the relationship between the master and the disciple, but the seniority of the disciple. Zhang Yan had entered the Upper House for less than a year, and according to this, he was indeed of the "younger generation".
"Imparting the Flying Sword Technique?"
Zhang Yan's expression changed, and he remembered how Shen Yuefeng used the Flying Sword to force Luo Xiao to retreat step by step on the surface of the river, almost unable to resist. If it wasn't for the various treasures in hand and the geographical advantage, it would be extremely difficult to deal with this person.
He had long heard that out of the sixteen major sects of the Donghua Continent, only the disciples of five sects could control the Sword Ball in the Clear Qi Period, and the Yue Cang Sect was one of them. Today, when he returned to the sect, someone was imparting the Flying Sword Technique, and he felt that he should go and observe.
After speaking a few more words with Zhou Chongju, he stood up and left. After leaving the fishing boat, he drove the flying boat straight to Ying Luo Island.
An hour later, an island that was like a large basin surrounded by mountains and lush trees appeared in front of him.
On the north side of the island, there was a huge green tablet that was nine hundred feet tall and as smooth as a mirror. In front of this stone was a wide flat ground. At this moment, there were many people moving about, and at a glance, there were probably tens of thousands of people.
Every year, the elders of the Yue Cang Sect had to open a forum and preach Dao, imparting various profound and mystical techniques. Now, it was Elder Chen's turn to preach Dao, and this elder did not care if one had a master or came from the Cold Manual, as long as one was of the younger generation, one could come and listen to the preaching.
Arriving here, Zhang Yan did not dare to fly rashly. He came down from the flying boat from afar and walked to this flat ground. He saw that there was a stone block below each disciple, and now they were almost all seated, except for two empty seats in front. Just as he was about to step over, a female cultivator not far away stood up and called out to him, "Senior Brother, those seats in front are for Senior Brother Yun and Senior Brother Meng, there are still empty seats here."
Zhang Yan was startled and looked back. He saw that the female cultivator was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a round face and cherry lips, delicate and pretty, and a sense of innocence in her bright eyes. He saw that there was indeed a stone block beside her, as if someone had just left, so he walked up to it and said with a smile, "Then I'll have to thank this Junior Sister."
This female cultivator saw Zhang Yan's gaze at this moment, but her face turned slightly red, and she said, "Senior Brother is too polite. It would not be good if I offended a few Senior Brothers with profound cultivation."
The seats here were actually arranged according to cultivation. At the very front were disciples at the second and third level of Clear Qi, and below them were disciples at the first level of Clear Qi, the Channel Opening Disciples. The Taiyi Golden Book that Zhang Yan cultivated was filled with hidden murderous intent. Those who did not have a higher cultivation would definitely not be able to see his realm, so it was normal for people to mistake his cultivation for not being high.
After Zhang Yan sat down, he cupped his hands and said, "I still haven't asked for Junior Sister's name?"
"My name is Qinnan, I don't know Senior Brother …"
The female cultivator wanted to ask for Zhang Yan's name, but who knew that just as her cherry lips opened, she heard a chime that leisurely spread throughout the whole place. A Daoist boy stood up and shouted, "The time has come, the Patriarch is opening the altar to preach, all disciples are not to make a racket."
Everyone immediately became silent, and focused their attention in front of them.
Zhang Yan looked up and saw that there was a stone platform on the left side of the screen wall. A broad-faced and long-bearded Daoren sat on it, and he must be that Elder Chen. He waved the horsetail whisk in his hand, and a disciple that followed beside him stood up.
This disciple came in front of the green stone screen wall, and touched his forehead. Instantly, a spot of white light flew out, and a sword pellet leaped into the air, and danced around his body.
He looked at Elder Chen, and the latter slowly nodded his head. He then turned around and said loudly to the crowd, "This sword skill is called the Genuine Source Sword Scripture. After today's viewing, all disciples are not to privately teach it to each other, or else there will be severe punishment according to the sect rules."
After a pause, he said again, "All of you, watch carefully."
He pressed his fingers together, and the white sword pellet flew three hundred yards away like an arrow that left the bow. Then, it started to dance in the air, and for a moment, light and shadow shuttled back and forth, like a hundred silver fish playing in the water. It was a dazzling sight.
In the end, he made a hand sign, and said, "Return!" The sword pellet returned to his forehead.
After he was done with the sword skill, he cupped his hands in greeting to all the disciples, and returned to stand beside Elder Chen.
At this moment, a few cries of surprise came from the disciples below. It turned out that the green stone screen wall that was close to three hundred yards tall was rippling, and traces of sword skill appeared. Looking closely, it was as if a shadowless immortal was moving and dancing inside. It was actually the same sword skill that the disciple had used just now, just that it was magnified by several tens of times, and even the minute changes could be seen clearly.
This was the Green Stone Screen Wall of Ying Cang Sect. As long as one practiced in front of this rock, the spell and movements that were used would be reflected, and only after it was replayed once would it dissipate.
All the disciples knew that this was a rare opportunity, and they all stared at it closely, afraid that they would miss even the slightest detail.
Zhang Yan was also watching with rapt attention, and he faintly seemed to have understood something.
When the light and shadow on the screen wall disappeared, Elder Chen's eyelids closed, as if he was squinting. He pointed his horsetail whisk at a disciple sitting in the front row, and slowly said, "Feng Ming, did you see it clearly?"
This disciple stood up, and said in a clear voice, "This sword skill is exquisite and profound. With disciple's cultivation and knowledge, I can only barely remember it."
Elder Chen nodded, and with a point of his finger, a white light flew into this person's hand, and said, "Come up and practice it."
"Yes!" This disciple took the sword pellet, and walked forward. Facing the gazes of over ten thousand disciples, he was as calm as usual. Taking a deep breath, the sword pellet in his hand rose, and he once again practiced that sword skill.
Zhang Yan asked in a low voice, "Who is this person?"
Qinnan asked curiously, "Senior brother doesn't know Feng Ming, Senior Brother Feng? Among our generation, he is brimming with talent. He has been in the sect for fifteen years, and is already an expert in the third level of Qi Clear Realm. It is said that he is already looking for cloud sand to condense the Seed of Mysterious Light. He is a person that all the masters think highly of. "
After she finished speaking, Qinnan's flushed face was filled with worship.
Sword light soared on the field, and the sword pellet flew non-stop in his hand. Zhang Yan took a few more glances, and realized that this person's talent was indeed not bad. Even though everyone here could roughly remember this set of sword skill, the intricate and profound parts weren't that easy to do. This person could only rely on his comprehension to imitate a little, and that was already hard to come by.
After he finished practicing the flying sword skill, Feng Ming kept the sword pellet, and cupped his hands to the people around him. Even though he looked humble on the surface, the arrogance in his eyes couldn't be concealed.
Elder Chen nodded slightly, and said, "Even though this set of Positive Source Sword Scripture is our sect's entry flying sword skill, it's not easy for you to practice it once in such a short time." He stretched out his hand to stroke his beard, and said, "A few days ago, Senior Brother Xun in the sect practiced a set of sword pellets, which were made of Star Essence Sand. There were originally ten pellets, but he said that excess is a loss, so he gave me one of the pellets. Today, I will make it ten days, and when the time comes, I will test you all again. If anyone can comprehend this sword skill to one or two percent, I will bestow this item."
At this point, the eyes of the tens of thousands of disciples on the field were filled with excitement, and Feng Ming's eyes were also burning with passion. Star Essence Sand was something that only cultivators above Yuanying could refine. If he could obtain this sword pellet, his battle prowess would increase by more than a few times.
Seeing that the disciples below were in high spirits, Elder Chen smiled slightly, and with a flick of his horsetail whisk, tens of thousands of white lights sprinkled down in an instant.
Seeing a white light arrive in front of him, Zhang Yan stretched out his hand to catch it, and a platinum sword pellet fell into his hand. It was for him to practice his sword skill.
He couldn't help but smile slightly. If it was a competition of cultivation, he hadn't reached the perfect third level, so he was still one level behind. However, if it was a competition of comprehending sword skills, he wasn't afraid of anyone.
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