Daoist Competition

When he scrambled up, he looked up to see Zhang Yan sitting in the center of the grand hall, identifying him as the main figure instantly. With his head hot, he shouted and, relying on his thick skin and flesh, charged forward recklessly, throwing a punch directly at Zhang Yan’s face. The hall was immediately filled with the sound of a howling gale, surging forth fiercely.

Zhang Yan’s face showed a mocking smile as he casually grabbed the incoming fist, effortlessly flipping the assailant over.

Wang Kuijia immediately fell to the ground, dazed and disoriented. Yet, he was still unwilling to admit defeat. With a long howl to the sky, he twisted his body, and from the flat ground, a nauseating scent arose, among swirling black winds a Gray Wolf appeared with a long snout and erect ears, white fur, and brown eyes, full of a cruel and vicious gleam. It stomped its paws and rose like smoke, pouncing forth once again.

However, this time, before getting close, Zhang Yan merely flicked a finger, and a dozen drops of You Yin Heavy Water shot out like pearls, striking Wang Kuijia’s body in succession. A series of muffled sounds echoed as even though the latter’s cultivation was in the Power Dao, possessing a sturdy and solid body, he could not withstand such an onslaught, resulting in his body being riddled with bloody holes, and his iron-like bones nearly shattered.

Through this round of attacks, Zhang Yan forced him back to over thirty feet away before ending his onslaught. Wang Kuijia shook his body, his wounds closing instantly. He glared fiercely at Zhang Yan, finally realizing that the person before him was indeed formidable.

Unyielding, he rolled to the ground, returned to human form, stood up, and with a flick of his wrist, conjured a pair of copper whips from nowhere, holding them in each hand. With a grunt, he suddenly raised his stature to three yards tall, like a giant, taking just one step forward to reach Zhang Yan, lifting the copper whips high and smashing them down upon his head.

Zhang Yan looked indifferently at the oncoming assault, his expression unchanged, while he squeezed a spell, and the Xuanhuang Great Hand rose from the top of his head, grabbing Wang Kuijia’s body before propelling it, hurling him several dozen feet away until he landed flat on his back, his entire body numb.

Wang Kuijia’s chest heaved, he mournfully let out a cry, threw away the copper whips, and lamented in despair, "I am no match for you Daoist, kill or torture me, do as you please."

Zhang Yan chuckled softly, shook his head, and said, "I heard you are a trusted aide under Demon King Quan He of the Quantu Tribe. I had thought you would be a noteworthy figure, but it seems there’s nothing remarkable. You truly disappoint me."

Ordinarily, Wang Kuijia despised people looking down on his tribe, and upon hearing this, he was immediately enraged, shouting, "Nonsense! Nonsense! I am a trusted aide under General Han Guang, a subordinate of His Majesty. How can my humble Daoist cultivation compare to His Majesty?"

Zhang Yan replied calmly, "I learned from Miss Luo that your so-called Majesty is merely at the Hua Dan cultivation level. I don’t see any difference between him and you."

At these words, Wang Kuijia became even more furious, saying, "You Daoist are clearly talking nonsense. Our Majesty is a descendant of the Sky Wolf, possesses the Great Demon Bloodline, and cultivates techniques far beyond the likes of us little demons..."

He ranted endlessly, speaking more and more vigorously. Zhang Yan occasionally provoked him, unknowingly leading him to divulge all the secrets of the Quantu Tribe.

Listening for a while, Zhang Yan finally nodded and smiled, saying, "So that’s how it is. I was just worried about not knowing the ins and outs for my upcoming campaign against your Quantu Tribe. Thank you for providing me with the details."

Wang Kuijia was taken aback, only now realizing he had been tricked, angrily cursing, "You, Daoist, are despicable, coaxing out my secrets..."

Having learned what he wanted, Zhang Yan saw Wang Kuijia as no longer useful, and without wanting to further argue with such a barbarian demon, he waved his hand and had the Mirror Spirit confine him back in the formation.

Knowing beforehand from Luo Xiao that at the Quantu Tribe, the highest cultivation level was merely that of a Hua Dan Cultivator, but among Demon Cultivators, even at the same realm, due to the differences in cultivation methods and bloodlines, the level of Daoist cultivation varies greatly, sometimes worlds apart.

Ordinary little demons only rely on their demon bodies to bully mortals, typically unable to contend with Xuanmen Sect Disciples.

Only those who have made significant merits or possess extraordinary talents are granted Essence Blood Remains from the Great Demons or Clan Leaders to purify the impurities and enhance their cultivation level, ultimately transforming into a Great Demon form.

To gauge the cultivation level of a Demon Cultivator, if he cultivates the Power Dao, one only needs to look at its origins to have a rough idea.

Cases like Luo Xiao, who chooses the path of Qi Dao, are indeed rare among Demon Cultivators.

Zhang Yan initially planned to bring along some disciples from the mansion to spectate the battle, but hearing Wang Kuijia’s words, he realized that Quan He was a descendant of the Sky Wolf, and the tribe had several strong hands that could prove difficult to deal with. After pondering, he felt it more suitable to venture alone, allowing for freedom to maneuver and the ability to quickly extricate himself from any danger.

Having resolved, he returned to the Little Pot Mirror and went into meditation.

Three days later.

Waking from meditation, Zhang Yan waved his sleeve, riding the wind, transforming into a light mist as he exited the Cave Mansion, arriving at the Heavenly Pool. Here, after Shang Shang’s setup, many elegant pavilions and waterside gazebos had been added.

He went to a small pavilion near the lakeside, standing with arms crossed.

At this moment, the sky was high and the sun was bright, the clear water sparkling with rippling light, the scenery was exceptionally pleasant, stirring the desire for boating and fishing.

As agreed, today Huo Xuan was supposed to send disciples from the sect to meet him here, to go and root out the Demon Tribe together.

Just wondering who Huo Xuan would send, he suddenly sensed something, involuntarily looking up,

only to see a woman of splendid beauty and celestial demeanor gracefully walking from the clouds, each step producing ice mist-like condensed smoke beneath her feet, pure and elegant.

She wore a lotus-colored dress, her slender waist neatly bound, adorned with butterfly wing ornaments in her hair, and her jewelry striking with a pleasant sound. Even before she arrived, a delicate fragrance enveloped her.

Zhang Yan was somewhat surprised; he had originally assumed that the accompanying practitioner would likely be Fang Zhenlu, but it turned out to be this woman instead. He stepped forward, bowing slightly and said, "So it’s Senior Sister Han. It’s poor of me not to have greeted you properly."

Han Suyi descended gracefully, also performing a respectful greeting, speaking serenely, "How have you been, Junior Brother Zhang? This time, Brother Huo has instructed me to accompany you to clean out the demons."

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