Daoist Competition

The maid was instantly frightened, her pretty face turning pale, and she did not dare to make a sound.

After walking for a while, Lady Wang saw Zhang Yan and Yu Gu True Spirit talking at a distance. She hurriedly stepped forward, performed the Wan Fu salute, and said, "Greetings to the two Daoists. I have encountered a problem for which I need to rely on your help."

Zhang Yan and True Master Yu Gu exchanged a glance and smiled, "Lady Wang, please speak."

Lady Wang narrated the situation in detail, not concealing any of the underlying issues, and even candidly shared her own speculations, finally saying, "I must now go to that valley, but although Daoist Zhi Kong has no history of slaughtering merchants and travelers, one must always prepare for the worst. My people can handle common spirit monsters, but are powerless against those who wield Daoist skills. Therefore, I must request your assistance."

Zhang Yan pondered for a moment. In reality, if he utilized Elixir Evil, leading the entire horse team across the broken rope cliff would not be difficult. However, such an act would be too shocking, requiring a different approach. Hence, he smiled slightly and said, "I and my uncle have disturbed many days here and owe you a favor, Lady Wang. You needn’t take a detour. I have a method for you to pass through from here."

Upon hearing that there is a method to avoid detours, Lady Wang felt joy in her heart. Without pursuing inquiries on what method, she knelt slightly and said, "Then I shall trouble the two Daoists."

Upon hearing the news that the two Daoists among the horse team would perform a magical technique, enabling everyone to cross the cliff and deep ravine, the entire horse team became curious and crowded in front of the cliff to watch.

Later, when Manager Wu and Qi Weiling heard the news, Manager Wu immediately panicked, saying in alarm, "If this is true, won’t all our efforts be in vain?"

Qi Weiling sneered, "Why are you panicking? Do you think he can fly us across?"

In his mind, those who flew among the clouds were extraordinarily unreachable people. He originally came from the Huijue Dao Palace, a Lower Court of the Lie Xuan Sect, but no one there possessed such abilities, let alone bring hundreds of people across; hence his first reaction was disbelief.

Zhang Yan and Lady Wang went together to the edge of the cliff. He glanced a few times and, under the gaze of everyone, pointed downwards, immediately causing a tendril of white mist to extend from beneath his feet, as wide as the mountain path, linking to the other side in an instant.

He stepped aside and made a gesture, saying, "Lady Wang, you may proceed."

"This, this..."

Everyone was dumbfounded. The mist was thin, appearing to allow a view of the abyss below, yet this path could be walked upon?

Lady Wang slightly furrowed her elegant brows, then her expression relaxed, and she smiled, "Daoist, this technique is quite novel. Let me be the first to try."

"Madam, absolutely not! Absolutely not."

Manager Wu pushed through the crowd, panting as he rushed to her, stamping his foot, "Madam, you mustn’t. This is clearly just a layer of mist. How can one cross? Please don’t be misled by these two Daoists’ nonsense!"

Manager Wu inwardly hoped Lady Wang would die sooner, but this woman was someone Deng Immortal Master specifically wanted. If she died here, he would have no way to explain, so he desperately pleaded.

Lady Wang glanced around and said, "Manager Wu is old. Aren’t you going to take care of him? Quickly help him down."

Manager Wu was immediately escorted away by several guards.

Lady Wang turned around, looked at the thin mist, took a deep breath, extended her foot to step forward, testing it, and feeling as if she was stepping on solid ground. Her heart settled, and she moved a few steps forward, confirming her footing was solid. Gathering herself, she beckoned to her two maids behind her, "What are you standing there for? Hurry up and follow!"

She had already ventured over a meter into the abyss, appearing to stand in mid-air, with a bottomless abyss below and nothing to rely on beside her, creating a dizzying scene that made one’s legs feel weak.

The two maids, unable to resist, nervously supported each other as they slowly proceeded forward, avoiding gazing downward.

In no time, the three reached the other side of the cliff.

Manager Wu looked on, dumbstruck, rubbing his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

Suddenly, he shuddered, regained his composure, and grabbed Qi Weiling, saying, "What should we do? If Deng Immortal Master blames us, my family’s lives will be in danger."

Qi Weiling too felt agitated; he brushed off his hand and said, "At this point, we can only send a letter."

Within the Song Country sub-platform of the Lie Xuan Sect, a Daoist, towering at two zhang tall, practiced a set of advanced martial arts under a waterfall, his movements causing the rushing rapids to swell and surge with him.

At this moment, a monkey leapt over, landing on a nearby rock, and held a letter high above its head.

The Daoist stepped forward, opened the letter, and after a glance, his eyes glimmered with ferocity. With a kick, he sent the ape spirit flying, blood spurting from its mouth, falling into the water with a splash.

The Daoist cursed loudly, "Can’t even handle a trivial matter; what good are you?"

Furiously, he clenched a fist, crumbling the letter into pieces.

Lady Wang herself was not only beautiful, but beneath the Wang Family, there was a territory rich in Gu Weng Tea and Spring Tea, a prized offering to the Upper Court from the Huijue Daoist Temple each year, beneficial to his cultivation. He had long intended to seize them.

However, Lady Wang had some background, and if he acted forcefully, other disciples would inevitably intervene.

His initial plan was for Daoist Zhi Kong to secretly capture Lady Wang, take her as a concubine, and train her in the Dao Palace, thus gaining both the woman and the land. Yet unexpectedly, it was thwarted by two Daoists.

It seemed he had no choice but to act personally.

The Daoist, with a sullen face, took out a small flute and blew it. An eagle’s cry sounded from the sky, and a giant iron-winged eagle descended. He flipped onto it, commanded, and flew south.

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