After settling down his three disciples, Lin Feng waved the Black Cloud Flag and flew toward Heng Yue Mountain.
From afar, a centipede with a thousand feet about a hundred meters long could be seen in the sky. This centipede was completely black, and as it flew on black clouds, thunder could be heard. It circled above Heng Yue Mountain, faintly showing off.
Then, a purple sword light shot into the sky from the main peak of Heng Yue Mountain. It turned into a dragon-shaped shadow and roared at the centipede.
Only then did the centipede retract its aura and land on Heng Yue Mountain with the Xuandao Sect cultivators on its back.
Most of the people from Heng Yue Sect were distracted by the centipede, so Lin Feng easily went up the mountain again.
The leader of the Xuandao Sect was an old man with a white beard. He was at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and was very friendly. He laughed and said, "Fellow cultivator, your Heng Yue Sect has a lot of potential this time."
There had been no news of the Heng Yue Sect's Yuanying ancestor going to the void battlefield for hundreds of years. The patriarch of the sect during the golden elixir period was in seclusion. The current Heng Yue Sect leader was a middle-aged cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
The Heng Yue Sect leader was very polite to the old man's praise, and the atmosphere was very harmonious.
Lin Feng secretly sneered. He knew that this friendly atmosphere wouldn't last long.
The Xuandao Sect was a guest from afar, so they were arranged to rest in a guest room. Three days later, the competition between the two sects would officially begin.
The participating disciples were basically all at the Qi Condensation stage. Ever since Lin Feng came to this world, the dao, spells, and divine abilities that he had come into contact with were of a relatively high level. Thus, Lin Feng wasn't very interested in the techniques and martial arts used in the competition.
Half of his attention was used to hide his tracks and the other half was on Wang Lin.
Wang Lin had only entered the sect a few days ago and was only an in-name disciple. There was no one to teach him dao, and he only did odd jobs on the mountain.
But Lin Feng actually faintly felt a trace of faintly discernible spirit energy fluctuations on Wang Lin's body. Even though it's extremely weak, still far from qi disciple level 1, but on Wang Lin's body there are indeed signs of already beginning to draw qi into his body.
Lin Feng was astonished. "Wang Lin's potential is indeed astonishing, but his innate talent is rather poor, even lower than the average standard. He belongs to the type of person who will rise to power in the later stages of cultivation. He shouldn't have improved so quickly when he just started cultivating, right?"
At this moment, Wang Lin was following behind a middle-aged cultivator in a well-behaved manner, earnestly watching the battle that had already begun on the arena. His figure fell in the middle of the crowd, completely inconspicuous.
Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the middle-aged cultivator in front of Wang Lin. "You actually acknowledged him as your master? That person must have imparted a Dao technique to him, but it shouldn't have been that fast. " This middle-aged cultivator himself was only at the eighth level of Qi Cultivation. For a person to still be at this level in his middle age, there was basically no more potential to be unearthed. It would be the end of his life if he could successfully reach Foundation Establishment.
"Looks like this Wang Lin really did have some sort of fortuitous encounter. It wasn't some special treasure or Dao technique, it was just an old grandpa." Lin Feng's expression darkened. This time, not only did the Heng Yue Sect beat him to it, even his position as an old grandpa was taken.
Lin Feng calculated in his heart. If his guess was correct, the Xuan Dao Sect with Pu Beizi's support would most likely snatch the Heng Yue Sect's mountain. As a result, the Heng Yue Sect's prestige would definitely plummet, and the unity of the sect would definitely decrease.
Wang Lin, who was already not valued and now had a fortuitous encounter, might leave the Heng Yue Sect because of this.
Plus, he looked so inconspicuous now, so Pu Beizi and the Xuan Dao Sect most likely wouldn't take a liking to him.
Lin Feng's most important competitor was that old grandpa who had appeared out of nowhere.
"I wonder how much strength that old ghost has left." Lin Feng let out a long sigh. He had already made up his mind.
Grandpa Zhan, snatch Wang Lin!
He was determined to have this disciple.
At this time, the battle between the two sects had reached its climax. One of the Heng Yue Sect disciples had the upper hand, forcing the Xuan Dao Sect disciple to take out a yellow paper-like magic artifact to block.
Two rays of white light flew out of the Heng Yue Sect disciple's sleeves, circled in the air, and attacked his opponent at lightning speed.
The Xuan Dao Sect disciple laughed bitterly. He had put all his energy into blocking the first attack and didn't have any energy left to block the second wave of attacks.
Just at this time, someone from the Xuan Dao Sect suddenly let out a cold snort. Then, a ray of black light shot out and intercepted the two rays of white light in the air. With a twist, the white light shattered.
The Heng Yue Sect disciples all shouted angrily. The Xuan Dao Sect disciple who attacked sneered and jumped onto the stage. He looked at the Heng Yue Sect disciples and arrogantly said, "You Heng Yue Sect Qi Condensation disciples can come at me together. I alone am enough!"
The expressions of the Heng Yue Sect elders darkened and they all looked at the white-bearded old man leading the Xuan Dao Sect team.
The old man stroked his beard, coughed, and said, "This time, we'll decide the winner by ourselves. If any of your Heng Yue Sect disciples can last 10 seconds without being defeated, your Heng Yue Sect wins!"
He paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "I'll take this opportunity to clarify something. If my Xuan Dao Sect wins today, apart from the previous rewards, I'll add on something else. This Heng Yue Mountain needs to be lent to my Xuan Dao Sect for 500 years!"
Hearing this, Lin Feng laughed silently. "It's coming, it's coming, it's coming!"
All the Heng Yue Sect cultivators' expressions changed slightly. The Heng Yue Sect leader squinted his eyes. "Friend, are you joking?"
The white-bearded old man smiled but didn't answer. He turned to the arrogant Xuan Dao Sect disciple and said, "Undo the talisman."
Hearing this, this person pulled open his clothes and revealed a talisman. After taking it off, his power instantly increased and he displayed the power of a peak Qi Condensation cultivator.
However, the most eye-catching thing was the talisman. When the Heng Yue Sect's Foundation Establishment cultivators saw it, they were all shocked.
The white-bearded old man said calmly, "Friend, you saw this talisman as well. The power on it can't be made by a Yuanying ancestor. To tell you the truth, my Xuan Dao Sect's ancestor, Pu Beizi, has returned from the void battlefield … He brought back news that your two ancestors have both died.
"My Xuan Dao Sect didn't take it by force because of our past relationship. Instead, we left Heng Yue Sect some face. If Heng Yue Sect wins this competition, then this matter will be over. I've already passed on my message. Friend Huang Long, continue the competition! "
Reality proved that Heng Yue Sect's strongest Qi Condensation disciple was only at Qi Condensation level 10. A few of them together were no match for the Xuan Dao Sect disciple who was at peak Qi Condensation.
Lin Feng's smile was very evil. He faintly thought that if it wasn't for his Nine Turn Flame Soul Pill that helped Pu Beizi heal his injuries, this competition might not have started so early.
If it didn't start early, this competition might very well become Wang Lin's first battle in the novice village on his path to legend.
When everyone in the same sect was defeated and the opponent was extremely arrogant and domineering, he would go up and slap the opponent, shocking everyone, and then step onto his own path.
Tsk tsk, what a perfect script.
But now that the competition had started early, Wang Lin had only just drawn qi into his body and hadn't even reached Qi Condensation level 1. How could he be so domineering and turn the tide?
As expected, Heng Yue Sect lost this competition without any suspense. The Heng Yue Sect disciples watched with bitterness and anger as the opponent left.
The news of the death of the Yuanying ancestor weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a huge rock.
Wang Lin was mixed in the crowd. His expression was one of anger and disappointment, but there was nothing he could do.
His gaze was extremely complicated. He subconsciously touched his chest and the desire for power in his heart grew stronger.
Holding on to a sliver of hope, Heng Yue Sect didn't move, but what they waited for was despair.
Five days later, rolling black clouds covered the top of Heng Yue Mountain and a thunderous voice rang through the sky.
"I'm Pu Beizi. Juniors of Heng Yue Sect, come out!"
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