On the first day of the tenth lunar month, Zhang Yan wore a black cloak and a magic crown. He rode on a flying carriage and left Zhao You Heavenly Lake for Shaoqing.
His carriage could only be ridden by the head of the ten great disciples of Feng Cang. It looked like a large pagoda with three floors. The inner court was spacious and the eaves were like wings. There were four Cloud Sun Golden Locks on the outside and eight Flood Dragon Tendons on the inside that were connected to the black wood.
There were two carriage curtains on the left and right sides of the pagoda. They looked like ganoderma umbrellas, fluttering in the air. The curtains were hung with sixteen bells that jingled as they traveled. Inside each of the bells, there was a ten feet tall Imperial Strongman with bulging muscles.
The ones pulling the carriage were a pair of Black Flood Dragons with long beards. Their backs arched like a hawk, their fins like fans, and their eyes were ferocious. They were a hundred and twenty feet long, brandishing their claws and baring their fangs at times. If it wasn't for the puppet on their heads holding them in place, they would have already flown away.
Behind the carriage were four Purple Light Academy Managing Elders, all of them Yuanying Cultivation Base. They rode on cranes and escorted Miao Kun along the way.
The Flood Dragon Carriage didn't travel far and arrived at the Nine Tunes Stream Palace. Miao Kun had been waiting there for a long time. He was fat and had a round belly. He was wearing a loose robe and his hands were wrapped around a coiled python belt. He looked mighty, but his face was comical. He always had a smile on his face, making it hard for others to respect him.
Seeing that the carriage had arrived, he cupped his hands and laughed loudly, "Junior Brother Zhang, today I'm like a fly following the steed's tail. I'll accompany you to enjoy the glory."
Zhang Yan stood on the pavilion and returned the greeting. He smiled, "Senior Brother Miao, please get on the carriage."
Miao Kun agreed. He put his sleeves behind his back and stepped on the astral wind. He boarded the carriage and entered the three-storied building. He looked left and right, smacked his lips, and then raised his hand to pat the large pillar in the building. He sighed and said, "I have benefited from Shidi's light, otherwise I wouldn't have had the chance to ride this kind of carriage."
Zhang Yan smiled, "Senior Brother, you must be joking. Being the Sect Master's disciple is an opportunity that many people envy."
Miao Kun sighed, feeling wronged. He waved his hand and said, "It's just a name. I don't know when Master will remember this disciple of mine. "As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something and his expression tightened. He looked around cautiously. He said, "Come out of my mouth. If it enters your ears, you won't be able to tell others. "
Zhang Yan smiled and said to the outside, "Let's go."
The two drivers shouted at the same time. Mustering all his strength, he pulled the Flood Dragon's head and the Roar Dragon's head. Two deafening dragon roars were heard, and then the wind and clouds rolled in from the west, causing the curtains to flutter. The flying carriage suddenly felt light, and in a flash it soared into the sky, facing up to the horizon. After a moment, a rumbling sound was heard, the pagoda trembled slightly, and then stabilized itself.
Miao Kunchao lifted the bead curtain and saw that he had broken through the high clouds and was already above the Extreme Heaven. Right now he was flying westward. He said, "This road may not necessarily be peaceful. Zhang Shidi, since we have nothing to do, why don't we have a game of chess?"
Zhang Yan thought for a moment, then nodded and said, "That's fine."
This pagoda could also gather Qi and hide spirit, so meditating here was not much different from cultivating in the cave abode. But as Miao Kun said, there was no guarantee that there would be an accident, so he ordered Jing You to bring the chess pieces over, and the two of them started a game of chess.
The speed of the Twin Flood Dragon Carriage was extremely fast. After traveling for a day and a night in the sky, it had already crossed the Donghua Continent from north to west.
Zhang Yan saw that the sky was gradually brightening, so he put down the chess pieces and walked to the top of the pagoda. He leaned against the railing and looked into the distance. He could vaguely see a huge shadow in the distant sky, vast and boundless, as if it was floating in the churning sea of clouds.
He estimated that they would reach the Shaoqing Sect's territory in at most another two hours, so he instructed the two drivers to slow down.
Miao Kun also walked out and stood beside him. He looked into the distance, and after looking for a while, he said, "I think that's where the Shaoqing Sect is located, the 'Guanyang Great Peak Mound', it's indeed magnificent."
Zhang Yan's gaze was fixed in front, and he slowly said, "That's right, it's here."
Among the ten great mystical sects, the Qincang School's mountain gate was located in the "Longyuan Great Marsh", while the Yuxiao school was located in the "Mo Chiyu Cliff", both of which were considered to be on the surface.
Only the Shaoqing Sect's main location was above the Extreme Heaven, looking down on the heaven and earth. This place was originally a high peak that rushed into the Extreme Heaven, and it once resonated with the Middle Pillar Continent from afar. There was a land bridge that spanned across the River of Years, and they were originally one. Tens of thousands of years ago, the founder of the Shaoqing Sect, Zhenren Hongbo, split the two continents with a sword, splitting the mountains as a boundary. Since then, the two mountains faced each other across the river, and never reunited.
Zhang Yan looked for a while, and suddenly his eyes flashed. He looked in one direction, and saw dozens of sword beams that were as bright as silver stars flying over from afar. At first glance, they seemed to be scattered messily, but upon closer inspection, there was a Profound Principle to it.
The silver light caught up with the carriage, and made a circle in the air, and the sword beams from all directions gathered together, turning into a cloud of clear Qi. From within, a woman with a beautiful face appeared. She was in her twenties, and had a slender waist. Her eyebrows were lightly brushed, and her hair was combed into a flying fairy bun. She wore a lotus robe, and her sleeves fluttered in the wind like a fairy. Above her head was a green cloud.
She bowed to the carriage, and with a pleasant voice, she said, "I'm Incense Master Ping, a disciple of the Shaoqing Golden Water Yingtai Sect. This time, I'm here to receive Zhenren Zhang's Dharma Carriage on my master's order."
Zhang Yan raised his hand to return the bow, and said, "Thank you, Zhenren Ping."
Incense Master Ping also bowed to Miao Kun and the few Elders of Purple Light Academy behind him, and then stepped on the cloud to accompany the carriage.
After traveling for a thousand miles, the sound of a sword was suddenly heard, and then a glaring conveyance light came from the sky. In an instant, the sky turned cold, and the cold air invaded the soul. A sword beam tore through the clouds and descended, and finally landed in front of the carriage.
The two ink-black flood dragons seemed to be slightly uneasy, and roared a few times at it, as if they were about to explode and devour people. Only then did they calm down.
The sword beam turned, and a middle-aged Daoist of average height, with a lotus crown on his bun, came out. This person's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, and he glanced at the front and back of the carriage. He bowed, and said, "Shaoqing Sect, Jingxiao Ling Tai Sect, Gu Tunan, I'm here to receive the Dharma Decree to receive the messenger of the Qincang. The road ahead is clear, and you may drive with ease."
He seemed to be indifferent, and after the greeting, he went to the other side of the carriage like Incense Master Ping. He did not say a word, and just escorted the carriage forward.
After another thousand miles, a ray of light leaped out of nowhere, and in an instant, it jumped to the left and right of the carriage, and circled around. Then, a cheerful young man walked out, wearing a loose white robe, a green belt around his waist, and a scarf on his head. He came up with a smile, and said, "I'm Chen Yuanning, disciple of Yuantai Yuantai. Greetings, Zhenren Zhang."
Zhang Yan returned the greeting.
At this moment, Miao Kun came up and said, "Junior Apprentice-Brother Zhang, Shaoqing came three thousand miles to welcome you, and it's very courteous. This is not only a show of respect, but also a show of force. You must be careful later."
Zhang Yan smiled, and said, "Even if it's not like that, it's not Shaoqing."
After a while, the carriage finally arrived in front of the main gate of Guanyang Peak. Just Now, they could not see it clearly from afar, but now that they looked, they saw two great watchtowers on the left and right, towering into the sky. They were slightly leaning forward, as if they could fall down on them at any time.
Chen Yuanning pointed at the two mountains, and said with a hint of pride in his voice, "Zhenren Zhang, these two great watchtowers, one of them hangs over the clouds, and the other sees the sun. They were originally a high peak, but later, the founding master felt that they were blocking the way, so he casually slashed his sword, and they became like this."
Zhang Yan looked up, and these two mountain watchtowers reached up to the High Clouds, majestic and towering. Zhenren Hongbo casually slashed them apart, so one could imagine what kind of supernatural power he had.
Suddenly, a Daoist Qing Yun flew down from the Watchtower Peak, and came over to greet them. Chen Yuanning took the initiative to go up to him, and the two exchanged a few words before he returned to the peak.
Incense Master Ping, who was at the side, bowed, and said, "Please wait for a moment, honored guest. Once the formation of this mountain gate is removed, you can enter."
Miao Kun asked curiously, "Could it be that your honorable sect doesn't have a formation door to enter?"
Incense Master Ping smiled faintly, "Daoist Miao might not know this, but usually, as long as a disciple of my Shaoqing Sect is still in the mountain gate, we don't need this formation. It's just that the emissary of your sect has arrived, and we're both from the upper echelons of Xuanmen, so to show our respect, it's activated."
Miao Kun couldn't help but be startled, and he looked at the mountain gate, but the smile on his face faded a little.
Zhang Yan smiled faintly. Shaoqing Sect was a sect of sword cultivators, so their way of doing things was especially different from other sects. In fact, for the three major Xuanmen, it was the same whether there was a mountain gate formation or not, as long as there were people from the Heavenly Grotto-Heaven in the sect.
After a moment, a rumbling sound was heard, and the profound formation was removed. The clouds dispersed, revealing a suspended path in the middle, and at the end was a Heavenly Gate, towering in the sky, just like a Roc spreading its wings, its beak facing the east, and its head raised towards the sun, as if it was going to ride the wind and ascend.
However, on both sides of the suspended path, violent wind whistled. Even from a few miles away, one could feel the wind penetrating one's flesh and piercing one's bones, causing the suspended path to shake continuously.
Chen Yuanning pointed again, and said, "That place is called the Canal Wind Gap, and the wind is drawn in from the Second Heaven. If outsiders can pass through here, they can be Shaoqing's esteemed guests. However, Daoist Zhang is a Qincang emissary, so there's naturally no need for you to barge in. I'll order someone to remove the restriction now." Although he said that, his feet did not move at all.
Zhang Yan smiled, and glanced at Miao Kun. The latter understood and said, "Since that's the case, please remove the restriction quickly."
Chen Yuanning was stunned. As a Shaoqing disciple, he was actually a little unconvinced by Zhang Yan. Now that he had a rare opportunity, he wanted to use it to test Zhang Yan's ability. However, he did not expect Zhang Yan to not accept his attack at all. He scratched his head, and could only turn around to remove the restriction resentfully.
Zhang Yan's expression was indifferent. As the first seat of the ten great disciples of Qincang School, and the number one in the Sword Duel Competition among the eighteen sects, he had long since passed the stage of proving his ability. Even if he did not barge through this door, no one would think that he could not pass through this place with his magic power.
Not long after, the astral wind slowly dispersed. The two drivers on the carriage pulled the soft ropes, and the two Black Flood Dragons shook their bodies and pulled the carriage inwards. In just a moment, they passed through the Heavenly Gate with Peng's Head. The sky brightened, and a huge mountain appeared in front of them. It stood in the middle of the sea of clouds, and there were stars beside it. Thousands of floating islands floated around it. The sky was bright, and the clouds were floating. The air was piercingly cold. Flashes of swords could be seen flying back and forth, and the sound of swords would ring in the sky from time to time.
At this moment, a streak of clear light flew over, as if it was leaping through the void. After a few flashes in the air, it arrived in front of them. A green-robed Daoist with distinct features and a high nose bridge walked out from the sword light.
When Chen Yuanning and the other two saw him, they all came forward and bowed, saying, "Senior Brother Xun."
Xun Huaiying pointed at Zhang Yan and said, "This is my friend. With me here to receive you, you can all leave."
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