After Zhang Yan left the Rhinoceros Peak, he returned to the pavilion to pick up Zhao Yang and the stone spirit Qiao Ying. Then, he flew towards the north. Eight days later, he entered the Shenwu Mountain. After another two hours, Cang Zhu Peak was already in sight.
There were several disciples on duty at the gazebo at the peak. One of them saw a sword flying out from the clouds and heading towards them. His eyes widened and he shouted, "The Sect Master is back! The Sect Master is back! Quick, go and sound the bell!"
Not long after, the sound of the bell could be heard both inside and outside the sect.
At this time, Chu Mu Ran, Wen Liang, and Zhao Ge were all in the cave doing their morning rituals. When they heard the news, they were shocked, knowing that Zhang Yan had returned to the mountain. They quickly put down what they were doing and flew up the mountain to greet him.
After Zhang Yan entered the mountain, he first sent out a gust of wind to send Zhao Yang and Qiao Ying back. Then, he went up the mountain.
As soon as he stood still on the mountain top, a ray of golden light shone towards him. He turned his head and saw that the old moon was about to recede but had not yet receded. The morning sun was spitting out from the horizon, the first rays of the morning sun shone down on the ten thousand mountains. It looked magnificent and magnificent, imposing and majestic, inspiring people's heart.
He stood on the peak with his hands behind his back. When he saw this scene, the words' changing with each passing day 'appeared in his mind.
In the battle at Dragon Pillar Mountain, he defeated Xuan Yue with his divine arts and arcane power. Although he was unparalleled for a while, many of his techniques were seen by others.
There was no divine art in the world that could not be broken. It all depended on how one dealt with it. If someone wanted to deal with him, they would definitely find a way to break it.
As the saying goes, when the tide rises, the boat rises. He thought that if he relied on the methods in front of him and did not change, he might be able to ensure that he would not lose in the short term. But as time passed, those who were diligent would always find the right way. He also had to deal with it. The best way was to use his own cultivation method as a foundation and derive another method.
He pondered for a while and put this matter aside for the time being. He walked into the cave. After a hundred steps, he arrived at a stone residence.
A sixteen or seventeen year old youth was meditating inside. He heard footsteps. When he opened his eyes, he couldn't help but say happily, "Master?" He jumped down from the rock and ran over, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing. "This disciple is Fu Baoxing. Greetings, Master. "
Zhang Yan raised his hand. He smiled and said, "Get up, disciple."
Fu Baoxing responded and stood up.
Zhang Yan took a few glances and saw that his disciple's eyes were clear. It was obvious that the divine light had improved a lot since he left. He subconsciously nodded his head. He must have felt something just now, so he said, "My disciple, you are the youngest among my disciples. You should be at the age where you want to play and be active. However, in the next few hundred years, there will be a great calamity in the world. Everyone will be caught in it. If you want to avoid this calamity, you must not slack off."
Fu Baoxing said seriously, "Yes, Master. Your disciple will not dare to disappoint you."
At this moment, the child at the door said, "Master, Chu, Wen, and Zhao Daoist are outside asking for an audience."
Zhang Yan said, "Understood."
He gave Fu Baoxing a few more words of encouragement before walking out. Soon, he arrived at the front hall of the cave.
Chu Mu and the other two were already there. When they saw him, they quickly came up to greet him.
Chu Mu was the first to bow and said, "We are very happy to hear that Sect Head Shixiong has returned."
Zhang Yan nodded and said, "You don't have to be so courteous. Sit down and talk."
The three waited for him to sit on the couch before sitting at the side.
Wen Liang was an impatient person. As soon as he sat down, he asked, "Sect Head Shixiong, which sect won the battle of the dragon pillars?"
Chu Mu Ran and Zhao Ge both looked over.
No matter which sect won the battle of the dragon pillars, the situation in Dongsheng would change. Although Mount Shenwu was far away in the north, there were many sects and schools on the mountain that were still under the bell platform in name, so they would inevitably be affected.
Zhang Yan smiled and said, "There is no need for me to tell you. You will know in a few days."
He didn't mention this matter, so the three didn't ask anymore. They could only talk about the mundane affairs of the sect. However, there was nothing important in the sect during this period of time, so they took their leave after talking for a while.
The three rode the clouds down the peak. Wen Liang was puzzled and asked, "Senior Chu, what does Sect Head Shixiong mean by this? He didn't even explain it clearly. "
Chu Mu thought for a while and said, "I saw Senior Shixiong's expression. He is calm and at ease. This matter should be good and not bad."
Zhao Ge was a calm person and said, "Since Sect Head Shixiong said that we will know the result in a few days, then we don't need to waste our time and guess randomly. Let's just wait patiently."
20 days later.
A gold-plated flying carriage with eagle wings came to Mount Shenwu. Because it was blocked by the restrictive formation outside the mountain, it could only land outside the mountain.
A deep and magnetic voice came from the carriage, "Manager Fu, have we arrived?"
Xiang Zhanfu came to the back of the carriage and said through the curtains, "Your Highness Ying Wang has arrived at the Shen Wu Mountain, but we don't know when this place was set up with a restrictive spell, it is difficult for the flying carriage to pass through. I have already asked Celestial Master Hu to find out the reason."
"We have arrived at Mount Shenwu?"
The curtain was lifted and a man in a long robe came out. He had bright eyes and a feathered crown on his head. His beard was carefully trimmed. Looking at the majestic mountain in front of him, he had a look of admiration in his eyes. He said, "Beautiful like the clouds, majestic like the sky, worthy of the name of Mount Shenwu."
At this time, a beautiful woman wearing a fox fur coat came out of the carriage and put a cloak on him. She said, "Your Highness, the wind is strong outside. Don't catch a cold."
Footsteps were heard and a Daoist walked over. Xiang Zhanfu went up and asked, "Daoist Master Hu, how is it?"
Daoist Master Hu ignored him and bowed to the Ying King. He said, "Your Highness, the restrictive formation in front of us was set up by the order of Zhenren Zhang from the Peak of Mount Shenwu. After I reported my intention, the formation has been removed and we can continue on our way."
The Ying King looked at the mountain in the distance and shook his head. He said, "Thanks to Zhenren Zhang's help, I was able to escape from being roped in. Since I have come to express my gratitude, I will go on foot now to show my sincerity."
The woman exclaimed, "Your Highness …"
The Daoist was stunned. Although they were already in front of the Divine House Mountain, they were still thousands of miles away from Cang Zhu Peak. Moreover, they were surrounded by lofty mountains and natural moats. There were some places where there were no roads at all. Although this Prince also took pills to refine his Qi, he could not compare to a cultivator. If they traveled by land, who knew how long it would take to reach their destination?
Xiang Zhanfu advised in a low voice, "Your Highness is here not only to pay your respects to the mountain but also because of Madam Zhao's request. It is not your Highness's matter alone. We cannot delay it."
The Ying King was reminded by him and hesitated for a while. He finally gave up on the idea and said, "Manager Fu is right. We cannot delay the proper business."
Xiang Zhanfu heaved a sigh of relief. He said, "Please return to the carriage, Your Highness."
The Ying King nodded silently. He took the woman's hand and sat back in the carriage. He put down the curtain.
Daoist Master Hu took out a talisman and shook it in his hand. The flying carriage took off from the ground and flew towards Mount Shenwu.
Hong Yu Mountain, Broad Wing Peak, Soaring Sky Hall.
The head of Fengxiang Sword School, Chen Yuan, sat on the Jade Crane Platform. He was in his forties and wore a black robe and a black crown. He looked solemn and dignified.
At this moment, he was reading a letter. His eyes were as cold as ice. None of the five elders in the hall dared to make a sound.
After some time, he shook the letter in his hand and looked down the platform. He asked, "This Priest Zhang is only at the second level of Yuanying, but he was able to defeat Rong Junzhong and killed more than 20 cultivators from Xuan Yue. I wonder what kind of person he is? Why haven't I heard of him before? "
The Great Elder, Long Jingcheng, who was below the platform, said, "I have asked around. This person is the head of a small sect in West Godly House. He is not a cultivator from Dong Sheng. He came from another continent. There are rumors that he is from the same sect as Priest Shen Baishuang from hundreds of years ago."
"Shen Baishuang?" Chen Yuan thought for a while and said, "I have heard of this person before."
He tilted his head and looked down at an elder with messy hair that almost covered his face. He said, "Elder Xu, you seem to have met this person for a while?"
The elder's body moved. Two rays of light shone out from under his messy hair. He said in a deep voice, "Yes, we met once before."
A young cultivator opposite him sneered, "Senior Brother Sect Head, you don't know. That Shen Baishuang has no relationship with our sect. We have some conflicts."
Chen Yuan was surprised, "Conflicts? Why don't I know? "
The young cultivator said, "In the past, Priest Shen searched for spiritual objects all over Dong Sheng. It was said that he wanted to refine a magic sword. Because of his profound cultivation, he seemed to be an expert in using the sword. At that time, Senior Brother Xu had just obtained the 'Cutting Spring Sword' and wanted to learn from him. Who knew that he only won by one move. He said that our sect's sword skills are not even comparable to Shaoqing's and Yuan Yang's. This is a great insult to me. What kind of sects are Shaoqing and Yuan Yang? I have never even heard of them. Senior Brother Xu, you have a good temper. If I knew about this earlier, I would use this' Extreme Light 'in my hand to learn from him. Let's see if he still dares to talk big. "
Chen Yuan frowned. How could Shen Baishuang not care about him? Hundreds of years had passed. What was the point of talking about it?
The strength that Zhang Yan had revealed in the battle of the dragon pillars was truly terrifying. Even if he couldn't be on good terms with such a person, he couldn't rashly offend him either. If these words were to spread out, it would clearly be summoning a powerful enemy for no reason.
Long Jingcheng could understand his thoughts. He said, "Junior Brother, it's already in the past. Besides, that Priest Zhang isn't Shen Baishuang. We can't talk about him."
The young cultivator snorted and didn't say anything else.
Long Jingcheng said to Chen Yuan, "Sect Master, with Xuan Yue's defeat, Zhongtai can be said to have monopolized the Northern Lands. They have close to a hundred celestial cities. If Xuan Yue's disciples also surrender, their power will definitely increase. It's not good for me. Why don't we send someone to send gifts in the name of congratulations? We can also find out the real situation at the same time."
Chen Yuan pondered for a while and nodded. "That's right. Who should we send?"
Long Jingcheng's gaze shifted and stopped at a girl with a slender neck and a straight waist. Her skin was smooth and her eyebrows were like willow leaves.
The woman sat there with a perfectly straight figure. Her gaze was calm, and she exuded an oppressive heroic spirit. Beside her knees was a faintly discernible magic sword that was about four feet long.
"Junior Sister Fan and Junior Sister Zhao are from the same sect. How about junior sister go?"
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… (To be continued …)
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