Half a day after Linqing Monastery was rescued, Zhang Yan received news that the hundreds of demonic cultivators had been annihilated and not a single one had escaped. It could be considered as the greatest loss of the demonic sect in the past hundred years.
What surprised him was that the letter mentioned that the three of them had accidentally discovered a place where the turbid Yin Qi gathered. They had already gone to investigate to see if they could disperse it.
He nodded slightly. If he was at his place, he would have done the same.
In the past ten thousand years, countless demonic sects had been destroyed by Xuan Sect. But among the demonic sects, other than the six major sects, there were still many small sects that existed in the world. Many of them did not lack good inheritances, they just lacked a spiritual land.
If this crypt was not destroyed, it would still attract countless demonic sects.
But because of the different terrains, the crypts and spiritual caves were also different. If it was an ordinary place where Yin Qi gathered, it would be easy to deal with. But if it was hidden deep underground, reaching deep into the abyss, then it was not something that the Yuanying cultivators could deal with.
He placed the letter aside and his gaze suddenly became deeper. This time, he had directly used the Yuanying cultivators to fight. Especially with Peng Yuzhou, a third stage realm cultivator, it was equivalent to sending a letter of challenge to the six demonic sects. Now, it was up to them to see how they would respond.
But no matter what, there was one thing that he had to be prepared for. Since the other party had failed in Linqing Monastery, if they made a move, there was a high possibility that they would try to regain their face there. There was no need to summon these three people back immediately. They could wait there for a period of time.
After the altar of Clear Nether Heavenly Lake was erected, he could order Xu Jing to go to the monastery and rearrange the mountain gate formation that was mostly damaged.
Blood Soul Sect. Ancient Spring Stage.
Below the ten thousand zhang crypt, there was a spacious stone platform that was carved out from the mountain. There were bright pearls here and it was magnificent. There was a warm breeze and flowers were blooming. On both sides of the old roots of the green vines, there were thousands of beautiful birds, pecking at their feathers and chirping unceasingly.
Three li to the left of the platform. It was a sloping land. Further away, there was a misty and hazy lake. Under the shine of the pearls, the shadows were blurred. It was a riot of colours. There were hundreds of boats floating on the lake. The people on the boat were all female disciples of the sect. They wore light muslin clothes and rain hats. All of them had slender figures, delicate and charming.
There were disciples of the Blood Soul Sect present, and there were also disciples of the subsidiary sects. There were more than a thousand people seated on the stage. At this moment, they were discussing animatedly, as if they were arguing about something.
One of the disciples with a tall hat and wide sleeves held up a letter and said hatefully, "This time, our Blood Soul Sect lost the most disciples, and an elder died in this battle. That Zhang Yan is really despicable."
The person sitting at the side had a calm expression on his face as he said, "So what? Zhang Yan was number one in the sword duel over a hundred years ago. Even Martial Uncle Gao, who was a genius, was killed by him. Heaven's will is regular, eliminating the weak and preserving the strong. This person has such ability, so naturally he is qualified to do such a thing. If Martial Brother Wu is not convinced, when your cultivation has reached a certain level, you can go and find one of them to determine the winner. "
Being rebutted, Priest Wu felt a little embarrassed, but he had nothing to say.
Although many cultivators of the Demon Sect felt that once the Demon Tribulation started, Xuan Gate would definitely be suppressed, but in reality, after being suppressed for thousands of years, there was a sense of fear deep in their hearts. It was not something that could be wiped away in just a few hundred years.
Most of the people seated here were Ming Qi and Mystic Light disciples, and the highest cultivation level was only Core Formation cultivators like them. Against Zhang Yan, who was one of the top ten disciples of Qincang School, not to mention them, even their own masters might not have the ability to do so.
At this moment, Priest Wu looked in a direction and said, "Han Ji, I heard that you were a disciple of the Han Clan, one of the five major clans of Qincang. How do you evaluate Zhang Yan?"
All the disciples looked in that direction, including the female disciple in the lake. They saw a young cultivator sitting among the crowd. He wore a black crown on his head, a deep robe with wide sleeves, and a belt around his waist. He sat cross-legged on a cattail hassock, looking relaxed and carefree. His eyebrows were green, but his figure was slightly thin and weak, leaving a deep impression on everyone.
He stood up facing everyone's gaze, cupped his fists and said, "Although I met Spiritual Master Zhang once in the past, we were not close friends. I'm not familiar with his character and behavior, so I can't comment on him. If I have to say something, I can only say it."
Priest Wu said, "Let's hear it."
Everyone was also curious.
Han Ji looked around and said in a deep voice, "I'm 286 years old now, and I'm at the second tier of Core Formation. Spiritual Master Zhang is younger than me. When I broke out of the door, he was only at Ming Qi cultivation level, and now he's already a third tier of Yuanying cultivation level."
After he finished speaking, he cupped his fists and sat down.
The entire place became deathly silent. Although everyone present had heard of this matter, they had always subconsciously overlooked it. Now that they heard Han Ji speak of it, everyone felt shocked in their hearts.
Reaching the first tier of Core Formation, reaching the Nascent Soul in a hundred years, and reaching the third tier of Yuanying in less than three hundred years. Such a person's talent could no longer be measured with words, just like the bright moon in the sky, unreachable. Some disciples mumbled, "Among us, is there really someone who can defeat this person?"
A few disciples clenched their fists tightly, and some even felt as if there was a huge rock pressing on their chests, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Priest Wu saw that something was wrong and suddenly laughed. After attracting everyone's attention, he pointed at a few people and said, "Look at how dejected you all look. You're not worthy of being disciples of my Blood Soul Sect. Now that luck is on my side, the rise of our Spirit Sect is the general trend, and no one can stop it. No matter how strong this Zhang Yan is, he's only one person. What can he do?"
Hearing this, many of the disciples below finally regained some of their composure.
Priest Wu took advantage of the situation and said, "The cultivators of my Blood Soul Sect can't die in vain. Although we still can't destroy a great sect like Qincang, we still don't care about a small Linqing Monastery. We should ask the sect to send an elder to Green Ox Mountain and completely raze it to the ground to comfort our fellow disciples!"
Many voices of agreement immediately sounded from below, but Han Ji stood up again and said loudly, "No!"
Junior Brother Wu was displeased. He snorted and said, "Why not? Junior Brother Han, don't tell me you're still on Qincang's side? "
In an instant, many unfriendly gazes stared at Han Ji, as if they wanted to peel off a layer of his skin. However, Han Ji ignored them. Just as he was about to speak, someone suddenly exclaimed, "The Enlightened One is here."
The expressions of all the disciples present froze, and they immediately sat upright and still, not daring to make another sound.
Han Ji also hurriedly stopped speaking and knelt down.
But after a few breaths, a bright rainbow light poured down like a waterfall, with a crisp sound, continuously falling on the jade platform. Countless drops of jade collided, scattering in all directions, and crystal beads fell. It only stopped after a long while.
Then, the rainbow light gathered, and a young Taoist appeared on top of the solitary stalagmite. His skin was white and smooth like beautiful jade, without a single flaw, his eyes as clear as a child's, the corners of his lips curled up into a slight smile, extremely pleasing to the eye. However, everyone was respectful, and they said in unison, "Disciples welcome Enlightened Master Wen." Then, they all knelt down in unison.
This person was the Blood Soul Sect's Enclosure Pool Master Wen Qingxiang, one of the four Enlightened Masters of the sect. He smiled lightly and said, "Just Now, I've heard you talk about Zhang Yan. This person is the leader of this generation in Qincang School, but it's a pity that we still can't find such a person in our Blood Soul Sect."
His words were filled with regret and disappointment. When the disciples heard this, they immediately felt dissatisfied, but the other party was a Enlightened Master, so no one dared to refute.
Wen Qingxiang looked at Han Ji and smiled, "Just Now, because of me, you haven't finished your words. Why don't you continue? I also want to hear your reasoning."
Han Ji nodded, straightened up, and said calmly, "In our Qincang School, most of those who can become the top ten First Seats are the direct descendants of the Enlightened Masters. Only Zhang Yan is an exception. He doesn't have a deep foundation in the sect, so he will definitely seek battles everywhere to strengthen his position. If we take revenge, it will be exactly what he wants."
Someone said indignantly, "Are we just going to ignore it?"
Han Ji shook his head and said, "No, we are cultivators. Success or failure does not depend on a moment. Why bother with the gains and losses now? It won't be too late for us to find him after we've made some progress in our cultivation. Moreover, Zhang Yan isn't someone who doesn't care about the consequences of his actions. Since he dares to do this, I believe that he has a backup plan. If we hastily jump out, wouldn't we be falling into his trap? "
Wen Qingxiang did not hesitate to praise and said, "Well said."
In fact, this matter was not so complicated. Xuanmen had sent out a cultivator in the third tier of Yuanying. If they wanted to fight against him, they would need at least a cultivator of the same level. But those who had reached this level were all people who had the potential to become Enlightened Masters, so they could not be easily killed.
Zhang Yan did not hide his purpose, so Wen Qingxiang could see at a glance that he was relying on the advantage of Xuanmen's current strength to push them over with a dignified method. It was up to them to see if they dared to take the attack.
Their Devil's Doctrine had been suppressed for thousands of years, so their foundation was not as deep as that of Xuanmen. It was obviously impossible for them to send out a cultivator in the third tier for such a trivial matter that did not involve their fundamental interests, and no one in the six major sects would do so.
However, this retreat brought about a bad consequence. Now that the Devil Cultivators were out in the world, they would definitely be afraid, and their actions would most likely be more restrained. At the very least, they wouldn't be as fearless as they were before in the short term.
This was an overt plot. Whether they took it or not, the Devil's Doctrine would be the loser.
However, although it was a fact that the Devil's Doctrine was inferior to Xuanmen, these words could not be said to the affiliated sects and the junior disciples. Otherwise, the morale that they had accumulated over the past hundred years would be suppressed again.
Han Ji's speech was the best interpretation and was to his liking. It sounded like a good reason, and the key was that he was a disciple of the Han family of Qincang, so it was even more convincing. He could use it to appease his subordinates, so he said, "Han Ji, come to my cave residence at noon tomorrow."
His fellow disciples all looked at him with envy, but most of them were filled with jealousy and hatred.
A thousand feet above the stone platform, there was a cave abode in the air. Another Wen Qingxiang sat there, and the person sitting opposite him was exactly the same as him. The two of them seemed to be looking at each other in a mirror, and they were playing a game of chess.
The first one laughed and said, "If you say so, it will attract the jealousy and hatred of Han Ji's fellow disciples. Once he leaves the Ancient Spring Stage, he may not be able to keep his life."
But the one opposite said indifferently, "That's right. Let's see how he deals with it. If he really can enter the cave residence at noon tomorrow, why don't I give him a chance."
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