On the first day of the sixth month, the Zhong Tai Sect gathered all the elders and disciples above the Core Transformation Stage, the city lords of the various immortal cities, and the Nascent Soul cultivators that they had recruited. There were exactly forty-two of them. They set off from the Golden Bell Platform and flew toward the Sleeping Star Mountain where the battle was going to take place.
Those who could cultivate to the Yuanying stage were mostly lords of a region. They brought flying instruments with them, and behind them were hundreds of disciples. Many of them rode on boats in the sky and displayed their abilities. From afar, it was as if the clouds were dyed red, and the sky was filled with clusters. They gathered like a tide and rushed towards the southeast.
Sect Leader Qiao and his wife were riding on a three-shouldered flying carriage with a golden canopy. It was as big as a palace room and could accommodate a thousand people. In front of it, there were a hundred and eighty-six dragon horses pulling it. The horses neighed and neighed. Around the carriage, there were more than five hundred disciples guarding it on long boats. The husband and wife were dressed in luxurious Daoist robes and stood side by side under the canopy.
Madam Zhao looked back at the mountain gate with worry in her eyes. "Sect Leader, this time our sect is out in full force. There is no one left to guard the sect. I'm afraid it's not appropriate."
Sect Leader Qiao comforted her. "Don't worry. The sect has Zhenren Zheng to look after it. The Gathering of Dragon Pillars is the most important thing. If we can't win, what's the use of this pile of rubble?"
He paused and softened his tone. "Are you worried about Cheng 'er? I've already told Wanniang that if we can't make it back, she should bring Cheng 'er and Daoshu to another continent. There's no need to come back, and don't hope to achieve Dao in this life. Just live a long life. "
Cheng 'er was his and Madam Zhao's son. He was only five years old and not old enough to cultivate Dao. Other than a few confidants, even Elder Yan and Du Shixun didn't know about him.
Madam Zhao frowned when she heard Sect Leader Qiao's ominous tone. It was as if he was making arrangements for his death. She forced a smile and pretended to be relaxed. "My husband has gathered so many people. Their strength is far greater than the previous duels. How could they lose? "
Sect Leader Qiao sighed. "There are many people, but their hearts are not united. What can we do?"
As he spoke, he looked towards the end of the horizon and said, "My Zhongtai Sect lost the last two battles, and as the Sect Master of Zhongtai Sect, I can't absolve myself from the blame. If I lose again this time, then how would I have the face to sit on this position? In this battle, if you don't win, you'll die. "
Madam Zhao sighed and leaned against him. She held his hand and said softly, "Husband, don't worry. In terms of ability, Xun 'er doesn't lose to Rong Junzhong. I, Zhong Tai, have a greater chance of winning. "
Sect Leader Qiao nodded silently. He grabbed Madam Zhao's slender hand and squeezed it hard before letting go.
The two of them quietly stayed on the boat for a while. Madam Zhao looked up and said, "My husband, I have been practicing my secret technique for the past few days. I'm a little tired, so I'm going to rest first. "
Recently, Sect Leader Qiao had been cultivating in seclusion to deal with the Dragon Pillar battle. He did not sleep peacefully in Madam Zhao's room. When he heard that Madam Zhao was also training hard in a divine power, he gently said, "Madam, please do not work too hard."
Madam Zhao smiled gently, bowed, and excused herself.
She returned to the carriage. She looked behind her and saw that no one followed her. She walked down the stairs and arrived in front of an alchemy room.
She waved the maid in front of her away and looked left and right. She quickly lifted the curtain and entered the room. She then used a restrictive spell to seal the door.
After calming herself down, she shook her sleeves and a pearl flew out. After it circled around the room, a cloud of smoke flew out and a graceful figure appeared.
When the smoke dissipated, it was a young lady with bright eyes. Her skin was as white as jade, and her lips were red. She was so beautiful that even Madam Zhao paled in comparison to her.
Especially this lady's bright eyes, clear and clean. There was a sense of innocence and kindness that made people feel good about her.
Madam Zhao saw the lady's appearance and was slightly dazed. She then probed, "Are you Lady Luo?"
The lady curtsied and said with a sweet voice, "Yes, I am."
Madam Zhao took a deep breath. Even though the woman in front of her was only at the level of the Golden Core, her status was not to be underestimated. She did not dare to look down on her. She said gently, "Lady Luo, I would like to ask, if I agree to your tribe's conditions, will you really help me, Zhongtai, to overcome this crisis?"
The lady said, "Madam Zhao, I am only in charge of passing the message. I don't know what Madam Zhao said to those nephews. I can only say that if it was something that was already agreed upon, my tribe will not go back on our word."
Madam Zhao looked at her and saw that she was serious. She did not seem to be trying to trick her. She nodded and started thinking again.
That day when Luo Dongchuan came, he said that he could help Zhongtai deal with Xuan Yue. All he needed was a place in Dong Sheng Continent for the Mang tribe to settle down. Not only that, he could also help Zhongtai form an alliance to fight against the three southern factions.
At that time, she was tempted. However, she and Sect Leader Qiao had been married for hundreds of years. She knew that unless he was at the end of his rope, he would never agree to this condition. However, she did not want to break off this line. After some discussion, the Mang tribe sent this lady over. They said that if they had any ideas, they could inform them at any time.
Just Now, she was confused because of her concern. Now, she gradually calmed down. She hesitated for a while and said apologetically, "Lady Luo, I am sorry. Let me think about it."
The lady had a good temper. She smiled sweetly and said, "No problem. Madam, when you have decided, you can call me Lady Luo again."
Madam Zhao waved the pearl in her hand. The lady turned into a wisp of smoke and entered the pearl.
A few miles away from Sect Leader Qiao and his wife's carriage, there was a dragon-headed boat with seven wings. This was Du Shixun's carriage. At this moment, Zhang Yan was also sitting on this boat.
Du Shixun seemed to be in high spirits. He pointed at his feet and said, "This boat is called the Time Frightening Ox Boat. It flies very fast. Every two hours, it plays a tune that can disturb the ears and eyes of cultivators and cause them to feel uneasy. There are also twelve flags. Once taken out, it can set up a restrictive formation in a breath. Even if many Yuanying cultivators attack at the same time, they will not be able to break through. I have asked my father for it a few times, but he always refused. I didn't expect to get it today."
There was a handsome Daoist sitting below. He flattered, "Young Sect Leader, with this boat, you are like a tiger that has grown wings. Rong Junzhong is no match for you."
Although this flattery was a little clumsy, Du Shixun felt that it was natural. He immediately laughed and said, "Well said. Someone, bestow a jar of Life-Preserving Celestial Wine to Daoist Xing."
The Daoist was stunned at first, then he was overjoyed and quickly got up to thank him.
This Life-Preserving Celestial Wine was not an ordinary wine. It was brewed from the dew accumulated in the White Elephant Cauldron every day and supplemented with hundreds of spiritual herbs. There was only one jar a year. Even if a cultivator drank it, it would have the effect of nourishing their Qi and prolonging their life. In the Zhongtai Sect, it was usually only bestowed upon those who had made great contributions. He did not expect to get it with just a few words, so he could not help but feel proud. He looked at Zhang Yan as if he was showing off.
Zhang Yan smiled and ignored him.
This Daoist's name was Xing Fu Liu. When he signed the contract, he was originally a disciple of Elder Yan. However, it was later rumored that Elder Yan had an affair with one of Elder Lin's concubines, so he switched to Du Shixun.
Although this person's cultivation was not very high, Du Shixun was not on good terms with the Elders. After hearing about this, he wanted to annoy Elder Lin. Therefore, not only did he take Xing Fu Liu as his subordinate, he also repeatedly rewarded him.
Xing Fu Liu thought to himself, Du Shixun is so generous, and this Daoist Zhang came here long before me. I wonder how much more benefits he received. What does this jar count for?
Thinking about this, he became dissatisfied. He rolled his eyes and said, "Daoist Zhang, I heard that you are in charge of the Celestial City of Shenwu Mountain. I have been to many famous mountains and rivers in Dong Sheng, but I have never been here. How does Shenwu Mountain compare to other places?"
Zhang Yan smiled and said calmly, "I came from another continent and have been in the sect for a long time. I have not been to other places."
When Xing Fu Liu heard that he was a cultivator from another continent, he felt disdain in his heart. He laughed and deliberately put on a blushing expression. He said, "Dong Sheng is very far away from other continents. I wonder why Daoist Zhang crossed the ocean to come here?"
At this point, he exclaimed and slapped his forehead. He put on an apologetic expression and said, "It is my fault. If it is inconvenient for Daoist Zhang, there is no need to say it."
When Du Shixun heard this, he seemed to remember something. He suddenly turned to look at Zhang Yan and said with a burning gaze, "I heard from the servants that a few hundred years ago, Shen Baishuang, who came to Dong Sheng to travel, was Daoist Zhang's Uncle-Master?"
After he took Zhang Yan as his subordinate, he told Madam Zhao. After that, Madam Zhao ordered people to investigate his background. Just Now, she knew that this person's background was not simple, so she told her son to win him over.
Zhang Yan did not hide it and admitted, "Yes."
Du Shixun nodded. When Shen Baishuang traveled to Dong Sheng, as long as someone came to his door, he would kill them without saying a word. This suited his temperament. He put on a serious expression and said, "I have heard of Zhenren Shen's fame in the past. I believe Daoist Zhang is also somewhat capable. I hope that Daoist friend will join me in fighting the enemy."
Zhang Yan bowed and said, "That is how it should be."
Du Shixun laughed and said, "Come, give Zhenren Zhang three jars of Millennium Life-Preserving Wine."
Xing Fu Liu's expression changed slightly. From the wine, he could tell that the two of them had a high status in Du Shixun's heart. He could not help but curse and said, "You are just relying on the shadow of your ancestors. What's so great about it? In a few days, you better not show your fear in the battle."
After Zhongtai Sect traveled southeast for five days, they arrived at Sleeping Star Mountain on the sixth day of the month.
Du Shixun stood up from his seat and took a few steps to the bow of the boat. He pointed ahead and said, "Daoist friend, please take a look. That is the South Dragon Pillar. Legend has it that it was the place where Founding Master Daimu cultivated."
Zhang Yan looked ahead and saw a huge pillar in the clouds. The pillar's body was faintly discernible. It was actually a convergence of mist and smoke. At the top, there was a coiling dragon that was baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. In the clear sky for thousands of miles, this snow-white pillar of smoke reached the sky. It was condensed and did not dissipate. Beside it, there were dozens of floating mountains of different sizes surrounding it. It was a magnificent sight. Not mentioning the Immortal's Palace below, just this scene alone could be considered a great spectacle.
Zhang Yan took a few glances and felt a sense of deja vu. After thinking about it again, he realized that the flying mountains were quite similar to the star stone. He said, "I heard that this object was left behind by ancient celestials. Now, it seems that it is possible."
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