Daoist Competition

As soon as Zhang Yan appeared, he became the center of attention, immediately sensing several unfriendly gazes coming from the Ten Peaks Mountain.

Xiao Tang sat atop the Jade Platform at the peak, observing his graceful demeanor and extraordinary presence, he pointed downward, asking the people next to him, "Who is this?"

The serving disciple immediately approached and bowed, saying, "This is the Master of Zhao You Heavenly Pool, Zhang Yan."

"Oh, so this is Zhang Yan?"

Xiao Tang’s eyes slightly narrowed, and he said, "Is this the same Zhang Yan who achieved the first-class Elixir Formation and also captured my nephew He?"

The disciple immediately replied, "Indeed, it is this person!"

Xiao Tang’s face immediately darkened, as he let out a cold snort.

The clan’s reputation had been greatly tarnished by this person, losing clan members aside, it was almost as if a Dharma Treasure had been gifted to him, leading to ridicule from the younger generations of other Great Clans. Although no one dared mention it in front of him, how could he show a friendly face when seeing Zhang Yan again?

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance stepped forward from behind him, carefully examining Zhang Yan from head to toe, his eyes gleaming as if to see through him.

Seeing him like this, Xiao Tang couldn’t help but say in a deep voice, "Junior Luo, can this person be your opponent?"

Junior Luo remained silent, seemingly weighing his options, then spoke with a serious expression, "This person has a concentrated spirit and resolute intention, the likes of which I have never seen before; how much power he truly wields can only be known through combat."

Xiao Tang knew that his junior never spoke empty words. Stroking his long beard beneath his chin, he pondered, "Hmm, this time’s competition involves the grand strategy of the sect. Our line of disciples surely has some arrangements, although my noble family also has responses, none of you should be complacent. If this person does not provoke us, then we shall ignore him for now."

Luo Yuanhua and the disciples behind him all responded in agreement.

On another peak, as soon as Feng Zhen caught sight of Zhang Yan, flames gradually appeared around his eyes, and a murderous aura began to rise from his body.

Standing beside him, Mo Daoist, startled, feared he might lose composure and displease Du De, quickly grabbed his wrist and whispered in his ear, "Junior Brother, calm yourself. There will be plenty of opportunities during the grand competition. Do not lose your composure now or you will face punishment from our master!"

Feng Zhen was startled, quickly gathering his heart and spirit, casting a grateful glance at Mo Daoist, and whispered, "Thank you, Brother, for the reminder."

Upon first seeing Zhang Yan, he felt a fiery rage clashing within his chest, desiring desperately to be unleashed. Having been cultivating for many years, he usually had great control over his emotions, but that moment was almost uncontrollable.

At this moment, he only thought that it was due to being overly aggressive in cultivating that Minor Divine Power, resulting in imbalanced energy and an unstable foundation. He thought there was no need to worry much now and decided to rectify it well after the competition.

A few steward Daoists on the stone cliff, seeing people emerging from the formation, one stood out, stepped forward to bow to Zhang Yan, and pointed behind, saying, "Esteemed Brother, please go to the pavilion on the cliff and take a seat."

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Zhang Yan looked in the direction he was pointing, seeing several Flying Pavilions perched on the rock wall with upturned eaves, though from where he stood on this cliff, it was noticeably shorter than the Ten Peaks across. He let out a cold sneer and said, "There’s no need."

After speaking, he urged his sword ball, transforming into a light that darted into the clouds, flicked his sleeve, and released a Flying Couch, sitting steadily upon it, maintaining a height equal to that of the Ten Peaks!

Seeing this scene, the disciples on the peak first paused in shock, then angrily exclaimed, "How arrogant this person is!"

Anyone could see that Zhang Yan’s actions were an obvious display of competing against the Ten Peaks Mountain.

Du De’s expression remained cold, but his plain robe began to flutter despite the lack of wind, and his gaze became a bit sharper, striking fear into the disciples below the Jade Stairs.

At this moment, on the Tenth Peak, sat a fair-faced, jade-lipped young man, the lowest-ranked among the Top Ten Disciples, Fang Zhenlu. Being the youngest among the ten, he was very proud and arrogant. Seeing Zhang Yan’s behavior, he frowned in displeasure, saying, "Which family’s disciple is so ill-mannered, daring to compare with us? Come someone..."

Immediately as he spoke, a female cultivator beside him stepped forward, whispered in his ear, and said, "Sir, think of the bigger picture. Do not act impulsively."

Fang Zhenlu raised his eyebrows, snorted, and said, "Very well, for now, I shall not reckon with him."

The steward Daoist was momentarily stunned, then once he came to his senses, became quite flustered, hurriedly rode the cloud up and anxiously shouted, "Brother, how can you land here? Please come down quickly with me."