Chapter 325: Celestial Master
In the spacious courtyard, Zhang Yuan stands solemnly with his eyes closed, holding a saber.
This residence located within Ruins City has undergone a major expansion, connecting and remodeling the neighboring houses, which more than doubled the area of the front yard.
The ground has been relaid with large expensive blocks of Grey Rock, essentially meeting Zhang Yuan’s daily martial arts practice needs.
At this moment, his mind is replaying the previous duel with Yan Qingshan over and over again.
In Zhang Yuan’s eyes, among the Tier Five experts, only this powerful figure from the Yan Family is his true opponent.
As for the black-robed elder skilled in ambushes, plots, and poisoning, he is merely a jumping clown, unworthy of the name of a strongman.
Yan Qingshan’s spear technique was extremely fierce and mighty, several times nearly forcing him into peril.
To this day, Zhang Yuan can clearly remember how the opponent’s radiant spear light kept violently erupting.
The spear momentum condensed was so fierce and formidable!
Zhang Yuan used the Nine Blades of Wind and Cloud to counter, but purely in terms of martial arts, it couldn’t match Yan Qingshan’s spear technique.
His cultivation realm was also a step behind the opponent’s.
He relied solely on the Divine Nest Host Power to crush him brutally.
Now Zhang Yuan reviews this battle to absorb experience and improve his saber combat techniques.
He didn’t know how much time had passed when he suddenly opened his eyes.
In his dark pupils, wind and clouds surged!
At that moment, a dead leaf was blown by the wind, swirling down into the courtyard.
The next instant, a flash of sharp saber light appeared.
The dead leaf instantly turned to powder!
Immediately afterwards, dazzling saber light blossomed like spring Brocade Flowers, suddenly blooming within the courtyard.
The fierce wind howled, sweeping up countless dust clouds, the mighty saber momentum surged across, killing intent rushed straight to the sky!
Zhang Yuan immersed himself completely in practicing the Nine Blades of Wind and Cloud.
This saber technique from the Qi Entry Realm consists of only nine forms and nine blades. The saber technique is extremely simple, but the sword intent is vast, each move possessing immense power.
Zhang Yuan previously put a great effort into mastering the Nine Blades of Wind and Cloud.
He had achieved Minor Achievement.
Now, with the experience and insights gained from the battle with Yan Qingshan, along with the support of Intermediate Sword Technique Profound Communication, his comprehension and mastery of the Nine Blades of Wind and Cloud unknowingly advanced another step.
He vaguely touched the threshold of Great Success!
As the saying goes, "Hear the Dao in the morning, die at dusk," the feeling of achieving in his art truly captivates.
Zhang Yuan was so immersed in the thrill of a breakthrough in saber technique that he practiced diligently at home with closed doors for three consecutive days.
Completely forgetting everything about the outside world!
Near dusk, a purple-robed elder appeared in a nearby alley.
He was tall and sturdy, with white facial hair and a resolute complexion, his lion’s mouth and broad nose with fierce eyes exuded power, striding confidently down the alley as if a high official entering the grand hall.
At the corner of the alley, several beggars were grasping each other’s hair, picking out one by one the plump, blood-filled lice, either squeezing them to death with blackened fingernails or popping them in their mouths.
Enjoying their only moment of pleasure.
But when the purple-robed elder appeared, these beggars jumped up as if their backsides were on fire.
Exclaiming wildly as they escaped.
Suddenly, this imposing purple-robed elder stopped in his tracks.
His eyes suddenly burst with a captivating divine light!
A grey-robed Daoist quietly appeared at the entrance of the alley.
Blocking the path of the purple-robed elder.
"Boundless Heavenly Venerable!"
The grey-robed Daoist bowed in salute, with an expression of indifference on his aged face: "Dare I ask, Fellow Daoist, what brings you here?"
The purple-robed elder replied in a heavy voice: "I come for justice, Hui Zhi, will you stop me?"
Although the opponent was the Chief Mage of the Celestial King Hall, he didn’t feel that he needed to be afraid!
Hui Zhi smiled: "Then let me ask, Fellow Daoist Yan, what is justice?"
The purple-robed elder was silent for a moment, then coldly said: "I am stronger, I am justice!"
"Makes sense."
Hui Zhi actually nodded in agreement: "The strong rule, it’s the will of heaven and earth!"
As soon as the words fell, without any sign of posture, a mysterious aura suddenly descended on the alley.
The purple-robed elder’s gaze hardened, and he suddenly clenched his fists.
The long robe on his body fluttered without the wind, and robust Innate Gang Qi surged continuously.
Crack!
Crumbling cracks abruptly appeared on the ground where the purple-robed elder stood, extending like a spider web in all directions. The walls on both sides of the alley trembled violently, with numerous dust falling down.
An earth-shattering strike was brewing!
However, in the next moment, the purple-robed elder’s expression changed.
As a Tier Six strongman in the Late Stage Realm of True Gang, he was confident he could shatter the opponent’s thousands of magic spells with his iron fists and win through close combat.
Even though the purple-robed elder had never crossed hands with Hui Zhi before, more than one mage had died beneath his fists.
Tier Six True Gang versus Grand Mage, the advantage was his!
But as the purple-robed elder was about to launch his fists, he suddenly felt a vast change in the surrounding space.
Heaven and earth reversed, sun and moon darkened, the alley ahead stretched infinitely, although only twenty or thirty steps away, Hui Zhi seemed far beyond reach, causing the purple-robed elder to suddenly feel helpless.
Not only that, but he also felt a strong hostility from everything around him.
Once he made a move, he would surely suffer a ruthless counter from heaven and earth!
The True Gang aura of the purple-robed elder was also suppressed to within three feet.
"Celestial Master!"
The purple-robed elder squeezed out two words from his teeth.
He never expected Hui Zhi had already broken the "Human Limit" and entered the Celestial Master Realm.
Daoist Lineage Celestial Master equates to a Divine Martial Artist!
This time, the coldness in the purple-robed elder’s heart nearly froze into ice.
Three days ago, while in seclusion, the purple-robed elder was shocked by bad news. The Soul Lamp enshrined in the family Ancestral Hall extinguished, and the deceased happened to be his most valued junior, Yan Qingshan!
After careful investigation, the clues pointed to the Dharma Guardian Divine General Zhang Yuan in the Celestial King Hall.
And this person was likely the culprit behind Yan Wushuang’s death!
Thus, as the Yan Family ancestor, he appeared here today.
Seeking revenge!
Palace Master Hui Zhi’s appearance didn’t surprise the purple-robed elder too much.
After all, this place is very near to the Celestial King Hall, and his presence couldn’t escape the other’s detection.
The purple-robed elder was also prepared to pay some price.
He didn’t believe Hui Zhi would risk life and death for just one Dharma Guardian Divine General!
Yet reality dealt the purple-robed elder a deafening slap.
"Die!"
The intense fury and unwillingness to the extreme made the Yan Family elder roar earth-shatteringly.
He still exerted all his strength, charging forward with fists.
To break the heavenly prison that confined him!
But in the next moment, a force as powerful as possible struck the purple-robed elder.
It turned out to be his own most familiar power.
The Gang Force that this Yan Family ancestor unleashed not only failed to break the opponent’s dominance.
Instead, it acted entirely upon himself!
Blood spurted wildly from his mouth, and his whole body flew backward like a snapped kite.