Daoist Competition

But it had also gone without food for a long time and was initially on the brink of death. Until the other day, when Zhang Yan threw those twenty-something people into the True Light, saving its life and allowing it to feast heartily.

At present, not only is its strength fully recovered, but even its appearance has slightly changed.

After Zhang Yan absorbed the Essence Blood, the golden insect let out a joyful cry, folded its membrane wings behind it, landed on his palm, and then curled up into a ball, touching head to tail, completely motionless.

Seeing the state of this insect, Zhang Yan’s heart stirred, his eyes flickered slightly, and he suddenly had a guess.

He smiled, took out a green gourd, opened the stopper, placed the insect inside, and then put it away, ignoring it.

He shook his sleeves and resumed his sword escape, transforming into light and flying away.

However, he did not notice a small red cloud floating in the sky at that moment, with a young girl hidden inside, her hair tied in twin buns, wearing a bright red long dress, holding an iron mirror in her hand, shining it back and forth.

At this moment, she suddenly saw a flash of brilliance in the mirror, couldn’t help but utter "hmm?", then focused her eyes and looked a few more times, her expression tightened, and she muttered: "Master said to be cautious these days of Lie Xuan Sect disciples mixing into the West of Ping, this person’s Daoist skill is so strange, could it be someone from Pingdong?"

She pondered for a moment, pinched a spell, and the red cloud swiftly transformed, turning into a flying boat. She stepped on it, shouted, and drove her mana to catch up.

Even while flying, Zhang Yan maintained a vigilant heart and immediately sensed someone following.

Initially, he didn’t mind, as he was using the Sword Escape Skill, renowned for its incredible speed, believing he could lose the person behind him at most within an hour.

But after flying for nearly an hour, he noticed the person was still trailing behind.

He didn’t know what material the flying boat-shaped magic artifact was made of, capable of keeping up with his sword light, which left him a bit surprised.

He was there marveling, unaware that the young girl was even more shocked.

Her artifact was crafted by the Zhenluo Alliance, specifically for gathering information and delivering messages, flying thousands of miles a day effortlessly.

Even Nascent Soul True Masters couldn’t catch up without using magic artifacts. She had planned to catch up within a few breaths, but the Daoist ahead was solely using a tunneling light, yet she couldn’t catch up even at full speed.

Having cultivated until now, she had never left the West of Ping, even though she had heard from elders and cultivators from other continents about the Flying Sword Skill, she had never truly seen it, thus did not recognize Zhang Yan’s Sword Escape Technique, only attributing it to pure flight via True Light, how could this not astound her?

After flying for another moment, her True Power became insufficient, and she swiftly took out an Elixir Pill from a sachet, consumed it, adjusted her breathing, and rejuvenated her spirit.

Yet she still couldn’t catch up with the person, leaving her distressed, quietly contemplating: "This person’s escape skill is so formidable, I alone cannot stop them. If they continue flying, who knows what trouble may arise. It’s best to ask the sect’s elders for assistance."

She stroked her hand, pulled out a Flying Talisman from the sachet, recited a spell, and sent the talisman into the sky.

In an instant, a strange brilliance flew to Cloud Peak, exploding with pink flowing light in the sky, radiant even under the scorching sun.

Miles away, two Zhenluo Alliance cultivators were fishing by a lake.

One young Daoist flicked his fishing rod, causing the water to splash, hooking a three-zhang long fierce fish full of sharp teeth.

The young Daoist laughed heartily, said, "Brother Daoist Ding, I’ve won again."

Nearby, the Daoist smiled wryly, saying, "Daoist Yang’s skill is superior, Ding cannot compare."

The young Daoist smiled proudly, shook his fishing rod again, and tossed the fierce fish back, saying, "Again."

This person named Yang Bingqing, originally a cultivator from East Splendor Continent, had been in Central Pillar Continent for several decades. Years ago, he served as a guest under the Jiu Kui Demon King, but later offended the Peng Yuan Sect and deemed himself unable to endure in East Splendor Continent, thus came here.

Years ago, he obtained a Secret Volume in the East Sea, cultivating it over the decades, and now has reached the First Realm of Hua Dan, holding considerable status in the Zhenluo Alliance.

Though a Loose Cultivator, he often prides himself on being from East Splendor, somewhat disdainful of local cultivators, believing they only rely on the continent’s abundant magical artifacts and Dharma Treasures to gain some abilities.

In terms of real cultivation and fighting abilities, among peers, none can compare.

Had he had the same abundance of Cultivation External Objects in East Splendor Continent, why would he have had to flee thousands of miles to hide here?

Beside him, Daoist Ding seemed troubled, seeing another fish escape the hook he simply put down the fishing rod and said, "Brother Daoist Yang, have you heard that the Lie Xuan Sect has established a Dharma Platform at Pingdong Valley Road, saying they plan to come here to preach. If true, it leaves no room for us, we must be vigilant."

Yang Bingqing dismissed it, saying, "Brother Daoist Ding, don’t worry, even though Lie Xuan Sect is renowned, they’re used to luxury, why would they come to this poor and remote place to suffer? I think it’s mostly rumors."

Daoist Ding shook his head, saying, "The rumor may have a reason, being cautious never hurts. The surrounding thirty thousand miles are entrusted to us by the alliance, if there’s any upheaval, we can’t escape responsibility."

Unperturbed, Yang Bingqing tossed his fishing rod, saying, "Fine, fine, I’ll patrol again today, how about that?"

Daoist Ding smiled, saying, "Indeed."

While the two spoke, suddenly their expressions changed, both looking up, seeing the signal light flashing, Yang Bingqing raised an eyebrow, saying, "Seems like Brother Daoist’s words proved true."

Daoist Ding abruptly stood up, saying in a deep voice, "Judging by the signal light, it’s from Miss Situ. Even she couldn’t stop them, the visitor must have formidable cultivation."

The two exchanged a glance, refrained from further talk, and each summoned a flying escape magic tool, rushing towards the signal light.

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