Daoist Competition

Zhang Yan took over the jade dishware and saw dozens of lines of ant-like characters on it. After reading them, he finally understood why Cai De Yan dared to make such a judgment.

He couldn’t help but fall into contemplation. If this matter truly happened, regardless of Demon Dao Xuan Sect, they indeed could only follow the tide. Moreover, as the person said, it indeed hides great opportunities, but also carries countless dangers.

Although the veracity of this matter still awaits discussion, his intuitive judgment felt that it was mostly not false.

Seeing him pondering silently, Cai De Yan spoke loudly, "Fellow Daoist, rest assured, this old man is at least an elder of the sect. For matters like this, there’s no need to deceive you. Even if the old man does not speak, I presume your sect elders will soon be able to detect it."

Zhang Yan smiled carelessly and said, "Indeed as fellow Daoist said, even if you do not speak, my sect elders will sooner or later find out. So, how much is today’s speech worth?"

Cai De Yan laughed out loud and said, "Not so, with fellow Daoist’s wisdom, how could you not know? If one knew this matter a step earlier, they could seize an early advantage. The benefits within, needless to say, right?"

Zhang Yan smiled slightly, looking outside the hall, saying, "It’s already hour of Dragon."

Just now, the exchange between both parties had no oaths, relying solely on trust. After Cai De Yan revealed the truth, seeing Zhang Yan without intent to hinder, he relaxed, cupped his hands, and said, "Sixty-four years pass swiftly, fellow Daoist must tighten up, this old man bids farewell now."

Zhang Yan also returned the gesture calmly and said, "No need to send off."

Cai De Yan left the mansion with large steps, discerned a direction outside, then rose a gale and swiftly departed.

After this person left, Zhang Yan sat down to carefully ponder again.

The competition among the Sixteen Sects, in the past, was merely a contest within the Xuan Sect, where Demon Sect disciples merely were there to fill the seats.

But this time is different, Demon Tribulation arrives, it is a life and death struggle between the two great powers of Xuan Sect and Demon Dao.

Now, Demon Sect has even come to know about this matter first, does it mean that many Demon Sect experts’ cultivation has already surpassed Xuan Sect?

Thinking of this, his heart moved slightly. It’s possible the Cave Heaven True Masters of the sect already knew of this news but, due to some reason, or considering the bigger picture, or from personal impure thoughts, they temporarily buried it within their hearts, reluctant to reveal it.

If that’s truly the case, it’s a great fortune for him to know the news beforehand.

He secretly calculated that breaking into the Nascent Soul Realm within sixty-four years is very difficult.

The Five Elements Technique is still lacking three techniques yet to be fully deduced, and even if achieved, there’s still the final test of "Sleeping Yin Storage" to pass.

This test requires the longest time originally, intended to be slowly refined over a hundred years. But now it seems impossible, in order to catch up with this competition, he must use some extraordinary means to pass through.

Within Langya Cave Heaven, a strange fragrance wafts around, thin mist Gracefully hangs, streams babble endlessly, the court is filled with Lotus shadows, spreading fragrance and delight.

Zhong Muqing, dressed in a simple white lan shan, stood with hands behind in the square, looked at the hundreds of female cultivators outside the hall, all with light sleeves and water sleeves, smiling, "Senior Sister Yue, disciples inside the Cave Mansion are increasingly numerous."

Next to him stood a Daoist Nun with a smooth forehead and narrow bridge of nose, looking at the disciples within the hall, feeling gratified, sincerely said, "Thanks to True Master’s blessing, my Langya Cave Heaven is flourishing, its fortunes are long-lasting, enjoying a thousand years."

Zhong Muqing smiled and said, "True Master has been in seclusion for a hundred days, the time of emergence is near."

Senior Sister Yue nodded slightly.

After about half a day, the two suddenly heard a rumbling sound, resembling rolling stones, followed by a resounding sound, the sound of a metal chime, opposite the thick Stone Gate crashed open.

Senior Sister Yue grasped the horsetail whisk tightly, full of joy, said, "True Master has emerged."

Suddenly, the sound of water trickled, a strange fragrance pervaded, all disciples felt a light breeze blowing, lotus flowers in the pond ahead bloomed petal by petal, a mist of clouds drifted over, True Master Qin, draped in a moon-like purple Daoist robe, with ruby lips, holding a majestic phoenix look, was already seated on the Jade Lotus.

Below, hundreds of disciples all bowed, saying, "Disciples greet True Master."

True Master Qin glanced with phoenix eyes, lifted the Water Jade Bi Yao Ru Yi she held, pointed at several disciples, said, "You few, come forward."

Every eight years, she must select several disciples to personally impart Dharma technique. From then on, they become true disciples under her sect. The chosen female cultivators were delighted but could not help being a bit nervous, carefully stepping forward, kneeling in front of her.