Daoist Competition

Fang Zhenlu was willing to take out the Golden Seal because, after much effort, he discovered that the seal upon it remained completely intact. Realizing that there was no hope of breaking through it anytime soon, he finally gave up entirely.

Recognizing that keeping this item in his possession might ultimately become a source of calamity, he grew slightly anxious and began contemplating how best to rid himself of this hazard.

When he tossed it toward Zhang Yan, it was merely an attempt; he hadn’t expected Zhang Yan to accept it. But when he saw Zhang Yan take it without hesitation, he froze for a moment, then felt a surge of joy inwardly. He mused to himself, "The greed of mankind knows no bounds, indeed. I thought too much—it seems there are truly those who fear nothing."

Once the Golden Seal landed in Zhang Yan’s hands, those around him treated him as though he were a plague. They backed away cautiously, their gazes filled with pity.

This item was not one to be casually held.

For a Hua Dan cultivator to get embroiled in a clash between Nascent Soul cultivators—talking about losing one’s life was still putting it lightly. Especially considering two of them were Demon Dao cultivators, adept in countless Soul Refining and Soul Capturing techniques. Even in death, one might still endure endless torment.

With the Golden Seal in hand, Zhang Yan quietly infused it with a thread of Spiritual Energy. After circling it a few times, he discovered that Taiheng Ancestor had used some unknown and ingenious method that rendered the Prohibition Seal incredibly robust, completely unbreakable.

He toyed with the intricately crafted Golden Seal for a moment, his eyes filled with a contemplative expression.

The priority now was to withdraw from this place and seek another location to find a way to refine the seal. If he could perform even a shallow sacrificial refinement, it wouldn’t take much—he would only need to command a few key points of the mountain’s Great Array, and then no one here would be able to touch him.

However, with the Golden Seal now in his possession, he had become the center of attention in the field. Leaving immediately wasn’t feasible without the right opportunity.

Having made up his mind, he tossed the Golden Seal into his Sleeve Bag without another thought, maintaining an air of calm as he scanned the field, waiting for the right moment.

Ying Chenglin and Zhang Boyant were disheartened after their Dharma Treasures were shattered by Taiheng in just one encounter.

This old demon’s methods stirred a deep sense of dread within them.

Nevertheless, even if they wanted to retreat now, it wasn’t possible anymore. If the old demon gained the upper hand, he would never spare their lives.

The thought strengthened their shared resolve against a common enemy. They summoned their spirits and stared solemnly at this longtime nemesis.

Earlier, they had been overeager for victory, giving the opponent a chance to exploit their opening. Now, with their minds steadied, they immediately realized they had made a crucial mistake.

This old demon had attained the Dao ten thousand years ago. His battle formation tactics were completely different from those of current-day cultivators. They had used methods suited for dealing with ordinary peers against him, believing that unleashing their Dharma Treasures would guarantee at least some success. Even if they couldn’t defeat him outright, they shouldn’t falter significantly. Yet it was precisely this belief that caused them to suffer a crushing loss.

As awareness dawned on Ying Chenglin, he reflected deeply on his errors. His expression grew even more cautious as he extended a finger. In response, a Peng Bird emerged. Riding its cloud-and-Gang Flow, it lifted him aloft and moved swiftly to a distant location to confront Taiheng from afar.

This Peng Bird could not attack enemies, but its flying speed was extraordinary. It could evade dangerous techniques quickly when needed.

Currently, his fear of the old demon had reached its peak, and this maneuver demonstrated a strategy focused solely on avoiding mistakes rather than achieving success.

Watching Ying Chenglin’s actions, Zhang Boyant cursed under his breath as "a cowardly rat." Yet, given Taiheng Ancestor’s mastery of Divine Passage Skills, he too dared not attack recklessly on his own.

He retreated several steps, then swept his sleeve and used the "Netherworld Escape Technique." In an instant, his entire figure transformed into faint yellow smoke. A solitary column shot skyward, rising ever higher until it reached the top of the hall. Revolving a few times, the smoke began circling Taiheng throughout the hall as though searching for an opportunity to strike.

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Having lost their Protective Treasures and had their offensive techniques weakened, the two dared not underestimate Taiheng further. Thus, they relied on their escape techniques, focusing first and foremost on avoiding defeat before seeking a chance at victory.

Taiheng Ancestor observed their cautious demeanor and let out a faint chuckle. He pointed a finger, causing the scripture scroll on the ground to fly up. With a whoosh, it unfurled, expanding longer and longer before transforming into a radiant scroll shimmering with Treasure Qi. It moved in a spiraling motion, forming a protective barrier in front of him.

Ying Chenglin’s brows furrowed, and he flicked his hand to release a bolt of Thunder Light downward. However, when it struck the scroll, it merely trembled slightly, unable to break through.

Sighing inwardly, he revealed a few hints of a bitter smile on his face. Now, with their treasures lost and Taiheng Daoist holding a Dharma Treasure in his grasp, the situation had rapidly reversed, leaving him feeling thoroughly constrained.