Daoist Competition

The sun rises and the moon sets, heat and cold alternate; after Zhang Yan introduced the Yan Sisters to Huo Xuan that day, he returned to secluded meditation, ignoring the outside world.

In the blink of an eye, another two years have passed.

During these two years, apart from small sect disciples occasionally visiting Huo Xuan, the Mingcang Sect remains as calm as before.

However, in East Splendor Continent, Wei Country is plagued by chaos; the Hu Clan raids the borders in the northwest, rebellions arise throughout the states, and bandits and demons run rampant, presenting a chaotic scene.

In the Little Pot Mirror, Zhang Yan sits atop the bamboo building in silence, unmoving, while the bamboo outside sways gently with a rustling sound; the pond water ripples slightly, and a few golden carps occasionally leap out, scattering water droplets of vibrant colors.

After a long while, his eyes suddenly open, emitting a bright gleam, followed by a loud shout and a pointed finger; thunder radiance erupts with a rumbling sound akin to a bolt from the blue, and amid the flashing purple light, half of the bamboo grove outside is forcibly destroyed by him, with scattered bamboo leaves falling to the ground, leaving behind a deep pit about a yard wide.

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Zhang Yan glanced at it and nodded in satisfaction; now that his Purple Cloud Divine Thunder has completed thirty-six transitions, he considers it to be a minor achievement.

The power of Divine Thunder is indeed extraordinary, and this spell is excellent because as Inner Qi circulates, its might can be large or small; earlier, with a minor demonstration, he unleashed some Elixir Evil, leaving the place in disarray; if he fully exerted his Qi Power, the divine might would be unimaginable.

Fortunately, everything inside the Little Pot Mirror forms a separate realm; as long as Spiritual Energy is continuous, it can return to its original state in no time.

He stood up, gathering his wide sleeves behind him, and stepped out from the Little Pot Mirror; upon exiting, his gaze turned to the side.

Throughout the past two years, he has not exited the Little Pot Mirror, and now, upon gazing, he sees that the Nine Capturing Demon Scroll has completely refined a segment of dragon tail, transforming it into a radiant Jade Scroll, hovering silently there.

As if sensing his presence, the Demon Scroll took the initiative to fly into his palm without needing to be summoned.

Zhang Yan held it in his hand, his eyes revealing slight joy, and he remarked, "It took almost three years, but I finally obtained it."

The cultivation of Taiheng Ancestor for thousands of years resides in that segment of dragon tail; even though more than half has dissipated over ten thousand years and the Nine Capturing Demon Scroll has consumed much of it, it is sufficient to support his advancement to the Fourth Level of God Contract.

With the Jade Scroll in hand, there is no need to delay.

He sat cross-legged on the Jade Couch, reaching out to touch it; the Jade Scroll pulsed and transformed into a brilliant light that flew into his brow.

With slight guidance of his mind, the scroll slid into an acupoint and gently quivered, turning into a mist that swiftly expanded; in just a moment, a vast and unfathomable Essence Qi poured into his body.

Due to the overwhelming magnitude of this Essence Qi, it caused his whole body to tremble, forcing him to quickly employ the God Contract Technique, calming his Heart and Spirit; while steadying his breath, he directed the Qi to various acupoints that required transformation and also directed his mind to gradually restrain the Nine Capturing Demon Scroll.

However, its forceful arrival was so rapid that even the Jade Scroll seemed uncontrollably emitting a series of resonant howls, unable to curb the flood of Essence Qi akin to a dam bursting.

In an instant, his bones crackled incessantly, blood surged like tides, skin scorched like fire, and blood stains began to seep from acupoints throughout his body.

Zhang Yan, upon examining the Fourth Level spell, knew this hurdle would present challenges; he calmly sorted his breath, suppressing the Qi Mechanism during continuous execution of Mysterious Skill, stabilizing the injuries that gradually healed.

After maintaining for a full six hours, the Essence Qi began to stabilize, slowly becoming manageable by his thoughts; as the spell continuously operated, the Essence Qi gradually condensed like silver mercury, then infused into each acupoint.

After refining more than twenty main acupoints, he suddenly felt his body become as heavy as lead.

A cracking sound was heard, and the Jade Couch beneath him showed web-like cracks, seemingly unable to withstand the Power Dao, on the verge of collapsing.

The Mirror Spirit hiding within the Little Pot Mirror immediately sensed the anomaly, emerging at this moment, and swiftly pointed a finger, halting the splitting of the Jade Couch; afterward, it watched Zhang Yan with a slightly tense expression.

He stood there thinking for a moment, then waved a hand to activate the array, safeguarding the Cave Mansion, preventing any unforeseen changes from occurring too rapidly to respond.

Zhang Yan sat there with eyes closed tightly, his breath faintly perceivable, resembling a stone statue, seemingly unaware of external matters.