The battle between Zhang Yan and Yan Changsheng had attracted the attention of the world since the beginning.
Now that the battle had finally ended, the Zhenrens of all the sects in the Donghua Continent all had different expressions on their faces. All of them were filled with fear.
The Dongtian could live for three thousand years and had the ability to split the sky and earth. Moreover, they cherished their vitality, so they rarely fought, let alone taking the lives of their peers. However, if Zhang Yan could kill Yan Changsheng today, he might be able to kill them in the future.
On a peak outside of Mount Green Inch, Huang Yugong and Spiritual Master Shi were also watching the battle from beginning to end. When they sensed that Yan Changsheng's aura was cut off and the divine light disappeared, they remained silent.
Huang Yugong sighed and said, "Zhenren Yan was so high-spirited in the past. I didn't expect him to end up like this. His three thousand years of cultivation is gone. What a pity."
Zhenren Shi sighed as well.
Huang Yugong looked at the Xuan Qi disappearing and said, "Zhenren Zhang has been cultivating for less than six hundred years, and he is already so powerful. In another thousand years, looking at the nine continents, I wonder if there will be anyone who can compete with him."
Zhenren Shi said in a low voice, "That is not something we can care about. In another few hundred years, the three trials will occur simultaneously. We can only help our sects avoid this, and then we can talk about other things."
Huang Yugong nodded and said, "You are right, Daoist." Suddenly, his expression changed as if he thought of something. He looked up and asked, "Previously, you went to Yuan Yang to visit a friend because of the trial. What did Yuan Yang Sect say?"
Zhenren Shi said coldly, "They said the same thing. They directly asked us to make him the leader."
Huang Yugong couldn't help but frown and said, "What is Yuan Yang Sect planning? Does he really think he can survive the trial with his wealth?"
Zhenren Shi sneered and said, "Maybe he has something to rely on."
Huang Yugong stroked his beard and thought for a while. After a while, he said, "Our sects are still weak. I will go to the west in a few days. "
Zhenren Shi said casually, "Have you thought about joining forces with the south?"
Huang Yugong was startled and turned to look at him. Zhenren Shi looked over at the same time. He didn't look away at all.
Huang Yugong hesitated. After a while, he said, "This is an important matter. Let me go back and discuss it with Sect Leader Zhenren."
Spiritual Master Shi nodded and said, "Then, I'll wait for your reply."
At this moment, both of them sensed something and looked back. They saw that the surging Xuan Qi that had been concealing for a long time was slowly receding, and the grand Spiritual Vigor was also faintly discernible.
Huang Yugong said, "I'm afraid that Zhenren Zhang must have paid a heavy price to defeat Yan Changsheng this time. I'm sure that he will return to his sect and go into seclusion in a few days. He probably won't come out within a hundred years. "
Zhenren Shi, however, did not think much of it. He said, "This Zhenren Zhang has only been cultivating for less than six hundred years, yet he has already formed his own Grotto-Heaven. I'm afraid that the loss of some of his Qi of Essence is not a big deal. For a major sect like the Qincang School, they have a lot of assets and a lot of treasures, so it shouldn't be difficult for them to recover. Our two sects can't compare. I'm sure Fellow Daoist Huang knows this as well. "
Towards the end, his words seemed to contain a deeper meaning.
Huang Yugong chuckled. "I've been out for a long time, so it's time to go back. Fellow Daoist, there's no need to send me off."
After saying that, he bowed and flew away.
Spiritual Master Shi watched as he turned into a beam of light and left. When he was completely out of sight, his eyes flickered, and he drew a circle with his finger, forming a flying letter. After he flicked his finger, he also turned into a streak of light. He returned to his own cave abode.
Blood Soul Sect, Sage Meeting Stage. Wen Qingxiang and a handsome Taoist were also watching the battle. Seeing that the Xuan Qi finally invaded the sky and the winner was decided, he said with a smile, "It seems that I was right, Zhenren Zhang really won."
The Daoist said with a grave expression, "This new Palace Master of the Qincang School is indeed a great enemy of our Ling Sect. Among the younger generation of the six sects, only Spiritual Master Yuwen of the Netherspring Sect can be compared to him."
Wen Qingxiang said, "This Zhenren Zhang is indeed powerful, but judging from this battle, it is still biased."
The Daoist said, "That's right. This Yan Changsheng was schemed against by the Sect Master of the Qincang School in his early years. His cultivation has been greatly damaged, and he is no longer as brave as he was in the past. But even so, if you or I were to go up, would we have the confidence to defeat this person?"
Wen Qingxiang smiled and did not reply. He looked up at the sky and thought to himself, "After this battle, the Qincang School has no more internal troubles. What's left is only external worries. I wonder where their next move will be."
At this moment, Zhang Yan was already riding on a beam of light, returning to the Central Pillar Continent from the Seventh Heaven.
He looked over, his eyes calm, but the aura on him was even deeper and more unpredictable than when he came.
After the battle with Yan Changsheng, he had learned a lot. He thought that when he returned, he would go into seclusion and meditate to understand the mysteries.
A day later, he returned to the peak where Yan Changsheng lived. When he landed, he saw that the ground was covered with withered branches and leaves, and only a pine tree was still standing.
He stood under the tree and stared at it for a moment. Then, he pointed his finger, and the leaves on the ground gathered back together, forming a simple hut, but it was no different from the previous one.
He walked into the hut and sat down. With a wave of his sleeve, he spread out the six True Treasures on the rock and inspected them one by one.
Among these True Treasures, two originally came from the same lineage, and the other four were taken by Yan Changsheng from the aristocratic families.
Amongst them were defensive treasures, spirit fixing treasures, and precious treasures for flight. Even if they didn't possess any weapons of slaughter, if they were to serve a single person as their master and cooperate with each other, then there would probably be very few in the world that could go against them.
In particular, there was a "Flying Moon Traversing Raft" that could travel beyond the Nine Heavens. If Yan Changsheng were to go there during the battle, Zhang Yan was not completely confident in stopping him.
In reality, before he came here, he thought that it would be a bitter battle. He did not think that the outcome would be decided so quickly.
At this moment, the Trijewel Phase Beads flashed with brilliance, and a middle-aged Confucian scholar leaped out. He bowed to Zhang Yan and said, "That rude Yan Changsheng actually dared to kidnap us. Many thanks to Daoist Master for rescuing us from the abyss of suffering. From today onwards, I am willing to serve Daoist Master."
Zhang Yan looked down and said, "Even if Dao Master Yan is at fault, it is not your place to speak."
The middle-aged Confucian scholar was shocked and quickly lowered his head. He bowed and said, "Yes, Dao Master is right. This lowly one has been rude."
As the two spoke, they heard a faint sigh. "Dao Master, please do not blame Dao Brother Manifestation. We have been trapped for thousands of years, constantly on tenterhooks and trembling with fear. Now that we are free, it is inevitable that we will lose our composure."
Zhang Yan looked towards the source of the voice and saw a beautiful woman with thin shoulders and a slender waist coming out of the Moon Crossing Raft.
The woman bowed to him and said, "Just Now, Dao Master is wondering why Dao Master Yan has so many treasures, but he did not use them?"
Zhang Yan nodded and said, "That is indeed the case. I previously thought that there was some powerful restriction placed on your bodies, which was why Dao Master Yan could not use them. Just Now, after inspecting you, I see that it is not the case."
The woman said, "To be honest, this is because we are not willing to work for Dao Master Yan."
Zhang Yan raised his eyebrows and said, "I heard that when Dao Master Yan took you away, he threatened to destroy your spirits. Since you admitted defeat then, why are you not afraid after that?"
The woman smiled mournfully and said, "At first, we thought that Spiritual Master Yan kidnapped us to fight, but later we found out that his goal was not that. He wanted to use us as a sacrifice for his disciple in case of an emergency."
Zhang Yan was slightly surprised when he heard this, but after thinking about it again, he felt that with Dao Master Yan's temper, it was possible that he would do such a thing. However, this matter of combining the dharma was also very dangerous. One mistake and the treasures and spirits would be damaged, so it was no wonder that they were full of complaints.
"However, I have a question. To fuse the spirits and form the grotto-heaven, this method requires the obedience of the weapons. If you are not willing, then what can you do?"
The middle-aged scholar smiled bitterly and said, "You may not know, but Dao Master Yan is extremely talented. Although he formed the grotto-heaven with the Sensory Nerve, his cultivation method has gradually broken away from the original rut. He can use his spirit to confuse our true consciousness and make us submit in a short period of time."
Zhang Yan thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, Dao Master Yan does have this ability."
He thought back to the time when he was fighting with Yan Changsheng. His Vital Essence Avatar had repeatedly sent out warning signs. Afterwards, he withdrew it and found that nothing had happened. He understood that he had been hit by some kind of method that disturbed his senses. Now that he heard this, he realized that it was a method derived from the sensory nerves.
He thought to himself, "I wonder if there is such a method in the cultivation method that Dao Master Yan gave me. I will have to go through it when I get back."
Now that his doubts were cleared, he raised his sleeves and put the six weapons back into his sleeves. He was ready to bring them back to the sect master to decide.
After waiting in the mountain for a day, two rays of light landed on the cliff. He opened his eyes and saw that other than Lv Junyang, there was also a young cultivator with a jade-like face.
He did not care and looked at Lv Junyang, saying, "Dao Master Yan has passed, you can follow I back to the mountain."
Lv Junyang asked calmly, "Dao Master Zhang, is my master's Primordial Spirit safe?"
The other young cultivator also showed a look of concern.
Zhang Yan said indifferently, "This matter has already been arranged by the sect master. Dao Master Yan had many enemies when he was alive, so it is better for Dao Master Lu not to know about this for now."
Lv Junyang was silent for a moment and did not say anything else. He only bowed.
Zhang Yan looked at the young cultivator and said, "Are you also Dao Master Yan's disciple?"
The man's heart tightened. He took a step forward and cupped his hands, saying, "I am Jiao Yuanliang, also Master Yan's disciple."
Zhang Yan nodded, "If that is the case, you can also be considered as my Qincang disciple. It is really not easy for you to cultivate to such a level outside the mountain, and you are only a step away from the third stage. This time, follow me back."
Jiao Yuanliang was overjoyed and excited. He went forward and thanked, "Thank you, Dao Master. Thank you, Dao Master."
Zhang Yan stood up and said, "The two of you, stay calm and wait."
Lv Junyang and Dao Master Yan did as they were told.
Zhang Yan shook his sleeves, and a bright light appeared from the ground, splitting the clouds in the sky. Then, it shot up into the sky and brought the two of them up to the clouds, flying straight to the Donghua Continent.
Just half a day later, the Great Lake of Longyuan was already in sight. However, when he arrived, his eyes flashed slightly, and he stopped moving.
After a few breaths, a bright golden ray shot out from the north, passing through the Great Lake in an instant, and arrived in front of him.
Once the light shone, Zhenren Peng, who was wearing bright clothes and a high bun, walked out. She swept her gaze over Lu Junyang and the other man and said in an unfriendly tone, "Are you Yan Changsheng's disciples?"
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… (to be continued) r655
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