Daoist Competition

In the valley path on the west side of Biping Mountain, spirit light surged, and after a few loud blasts, several flying rafts leaped out.

Bai Kechuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking proudly ahead, and behind him were more than fifty cultivators, all wearing brocade Daoist robes, high boots, and tall hats.

Among them, five had cultivation levels similar to his, all at the Hua Dan Realm, while the other forty-plus were Xuan Guang Realm Cultivators. This force had already emptied the sub-platforms of the ten states within the Song Country of the Lie Xuan Sect.

Bai Kechuan glanced around and shouted, "Someone, bring out the ’Guiding Plate’ and find out the whereabouts of those two wild Daoists for me."

Immediately, a middle-aged cultivator walked to a spacious area, took out an object, and uncovered the red silk cloth, revealing a gold-copper-colored compass.

He then lit incense, sat cross-legged, and began calculating with a spell.

In the blink of an eye, his black hair turned gray, his appearance haggard, and with a "thud," he collapsed to the ground.

The copper spoon on the compass spun a few times before finally pointing to the southwest direction.

Calculating a cultivator’s roots and feet is extremely difficult. He only used the spell for a moment to roughly deduce the direction, and the person’s vitality was already exhausted, as weak as a floating thread.

Yet he refused to close his eyes, staring directly at Bai Kechuan.

Bai Kechuan approached him, nodded satisfied, and said, "You can go in peace. From your kin, you may choose a descendant to enter our sect for cultivation."

After receiving this promise, the man let out a long breath, showed a gratified smile, and with no more attachment, closed his eyes and passed away.

Bai Kechuan waved his hand and said, "Someone, carry him away. After this matter is dealt with, bury him well."

At this point, a sub-platform master from the sect suddenly spoke, "Brother Bai, those two Daoists are ahead of us by a few days. Catching up with them is truly difficult. How does Brother intend to arrange this?"

Bai Kechuan was full of confidence. Deep in the area west of Ping, how could he not be prepared? He looked back and shouted loudly, "Fellow junior brothers, have no worries. I have come this time with the teacher’s decree, allowing us to use the Earth Hidden God Statue here to open the Golden Bridge of Transition and pursue these two."

Upon hearing this, everyone’s expressions relaxed, no longer worried.

The ’Golden Bridge of Transition’ is a moving divine ability of the sect, requiring a pre-buried divine statue as a reliance, drawing spirit root essence from the Earth Veins, able to instantly send dozens of people thousands of miles away.

However, invoking the Ancestor’s Statue requires prior incense worship and a series of rituals, even if this place isn’t within the Lie Xuan Sect’s realm, it cannot be skipped, otherwise, it would be disrespectful to the Ancestor, so everyone stopped and began to arrange separately.

At this time, the Zhenluo Alliance cultivators guarding this area also noticed the commotion. However, seeing the many disciples of the Lie Xuan Sect, they dared not approach and had to send out flying books for reinforcements.

Bai Kechuan and the others ignored them entirely, and after an hour, they completed the ritual. He prepared the flying rafts, and with a pinch of a spell, suddenly, an auspicious light burst from the ground, arching into a Heavenly Rainbow. These dozens of people leaped, followed the light, and vanished in an instant.

The Rainbow Light flew three thousand miles in a moment, then descended, and the group reappeared.

Bai Kechuan called out a few times, ordering people to dig up the Dharma-controlling Divine Statue buried underground.

Once this moving technique is deployed, the divine statue is no longer useful, and thus its spirit light dissipated, losing its original form.

The disciples of the Lie Xuan Sect below wrapped the statue in cloth, carefully placed it in the Jade Box, and prepared to take it back to build a temple for incense worship.

After handling everything properly, Bai Kechuan once again performed according to the law, and rode the Golden Bridge Rainbow Light, continuing the pursuit southwest.

In less than fifteen minutes, he used no fewer than twelve ancestor statues buried deep underground, which already accounted for more than half of the ones laid out by the Lie Xuan Sect.

Yet even until now, they still had not caught up with Zhang Yan.

Among those who came this time, there was one person who was truly heartbroken seeing him squander like this without any concern.

This person’s name was You Shaofang, and the statues in the area west of Ping were all buried by him and his mentor over more than three hundred years, during which not a few fellow disciples died, the price paid was truly significant.

Aside from these, each statue was carved from White Cang Wood over ten thousand years old.

This material is naturally suitable for making divine weapons, even a palm-sized piece requires more than sixty Hua Dan Cultivators to alternate with elixir fire for sacrificial refinement, costing a hundred years of hard work, to make eighteen statues, buried respectively under west of Ping.