Daoist Competition

Su Wentian conceded on the spot, leaving many disciples present momentarily stunned, unable to react. However, to someone like Zhang Yan, who possessed insight, the Xuanmen Family’s meticulous scheme was almost entirely laid bare.

Previously, Ning Chongxuan and Su Wentian had engaged in an intense duel, which ended in a draw. However, if a decisive victor was to be determined, they would need to duel again.

But now, Su Wentian openly admitted his inferiority to his nephew. Consequently, if Ning Chongxuan sought to claim the seat of the Eighth Peak, he would have no choice but to compete against Su Yihong.

Su Yihong had come prepared. Although everyone only knew him as a Power Dao Practitioner, his true abilities remained largely unknown. In contrast, Ning Chongxuan’s skills had been observed in depth. A hasty confrontation would leave Ning Chongxuan with slim chances of victory.

This time, the Xuanmen Family’s move was like a sudden and clever gambit, precisely striking a critical point.

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As long as they managed to keep Ning Chongxuan out of the game, their objective would be achieved.

The Top Ten Disciples’ standings could remain intact, and until the next major competition, the Xuanmen Family would still maintain their advantage under the public eye.

Only now did some disciples at the scene slowly begin to grasp the essence of what was happening.

However, at this moment, Su Yihong shook the staff in his hand, producing a piercing whistle, then leveled it in front of him. His entire demeanor bristled with surging battle intent as he loudly declared, "Ning Chongxuan, do you dare face me in battle tomorrow?"

His actions were relentlessly aggressive, giving no time for the disciples’ faction to recover or react.

As these words fell, all gazes turned and focused on Ning Chongxuan.

Ning Chongxuan, naturally unafraid, raised his sword-like brows and was about to agree aloud. But just then, a Riding Crane Child flew in from the void and said in a clear voice, "Brother Ning, the True Master summons you to meet him immediately. Do not delay."

Ning Chongxuan paused in silence for a moment before responding in a resonant voice, "This disciple shall obey the Master’s command without hesitation."

With that, he said no more and transformed into a streak of mist, following the Riding Crane Child away.

As Ning Chongxuan departed, Su Yihong merely gave a cold snort and withdrew the Divine Weapon in his hand.

If it had been someone else in Su Yihong’s position, they might have uttered a few mocking remarks. However, although Su Yihong cultivated the Power Dao, he was no brute. He understood that empty words, while briefly satisfying, could easily provoke Master Sun’s ire. He would never engage in such foolishness.

Zhang Yan nodded slightly. Master Sun’s timing was impeccable. If Ning Chongxuan had accepted the duel, he would have fallen into the Xuanmen Family’s trap. Yet if he had declined, it would have appeared, to outsiders, as though he were fearful and weak. In either case, the outcome would have been unfavorable.

However, when a disciple is summoned by a teacher, it is only natural to obey. At most, some might whisper complaints in private, but no one would lay the blame on Ning Chongxuan.

Seeing Ning Chongxuan leave, Elder Xun rode the clouds to the forefront and shouted, "Su Yihong, if you have no one else to challenge, then step back for now. We’ll speak again tomorrow."

Su Yihong laughed proudly, stepped onto the thick clouds, and soared towards the Eighth Peak, leaving decisively.

He was well aware that his actions today had already disrupted the disciples’ original plans. At this moment, he knew it was best to stop while ahead. If he continued to push, he might force the other side to retaliate.

By now, even the slowest among the disciples present could see the skirmish between the disciples’ faction and the Xuanmen Family. Those who originally intended to showcase their skills in the upcoming competition were now hesitant, fearing they might unwittingly wade into these treacherous waters.

Yet, in Zhang Yan’s eyes, a bright gleam emerged. This unexpected situation, while unforeseen, was far better than the scenarios he had originally planned for. A powerful intuition told him that his opportunity had arrived!

Thus, as hesitation clouded the minds of the crowd, Zhang Yan decisively leaped down from Yun Tian, transforming into a swift streak of sword light that flew towards the center of the arena.

In the mountain pavilion, a veiled woman immediately stood up upon seeing Zhang Yan step onto the stage. She reached out and pushed Huang Fuzhou, reminding him in a low voice, "Brother Huang, it’s your turn. Don’t forget what the True Master instructed earlier—you must stop this man."

Huang Fuzhou let out a grunt and nodded.

Without further hesitation, he shouted and transformed into a streak of mist. Almost simultaneously with Zhang Yan, he appeared at the center of the arena.

Elder Xun gave a sweeping glance and, recognizing Huang Fuzhou, sternly stated, "Nephew Huang, you were a step behind. Stand back for now."

Huang Fuzhou bowed respectfully toward Elder Xun and solemnly said, "Elder Xun, I beg your pardon. This disciple has not come for the Top Ten Disciples’ position. I am here specifically to seek out Junior Brother Zhang."