Daoist Competition

Zhang Yan is now a Nascent Soul cultivator. Practicing divine skills in ordinary places is fine, but breathing in spiritual energy has become much slower in progress. Only by going to the extreme heaven, absorbing the Gang Ying, and tempering the Nascent Soul, can he improve his cultivation.

Thinking of this, he was inspired, and with a clear whistle, he leapt up, transformed into light, and broke through the extreme heaven in an instant, reaching above the Gang Wind.

Standing there, he looked around and saw the vast sky and sea, the air was clear and bright, and the sea of clouds rolling and tumbling endlessly, creating a sense of free flight and vastness that opened one’s mind.

His gaze swept across, noticing that there was still quite a bit of Green Sun Gang Spirit lingering around, drifting back and forth with the Gang Qi.

Feeling a movement in his heart, he raised his hand to summon some of it, attempting to refine and absorb it. However, as soon as it entered his body, he felt a difficult-to-tame force crashing in, making him very uncomfortable. It took a while before he managed to refine it completely.

He couldn’t help but nod, thinking to himself, "So, it is indeed the case."

Previously, he was puzzled as to why even though this Green Sun Gang Spirit is considered high grade among Gang Spirits, no other Nascent Soul cultivators came to seek it?

Now that he had tried it, he understood. This Green Sun Gang Spirit came from beyond the heavens and contained intense Yang Fierce Qi. Without the help of the Heroic Festival Fish Drum to temper it, it was not easy for an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator to absorb it, needing to refine it slowly.

Rather than spending time here, it was better to search for other Gang Spirits elsewhere.

Even if a Nascent Soul cultivator obtained this item, it was mostly used for Artifact Refining or Alchemy, rarely for cultivation. Naturally, they wouldn’t go out of their way to seek it out.

Zhang Yan spread out his sleeves and sat on the cloud, about to try to operate his cultivation when suddenly a thought floated into his mind.

Before he left, the Sect Leader had mentioned that if the Heroic Festival Fish Drum was used, it might attract those rogue cultivator disciples to seek trouble with him.

The Sect Leader wouldn’t mention this without reason, so he remembered it well and was very cautious, wary of the other party suddenly appearing to interrupt his cultivation. But in these twenty-eight years, nothing unusual had happened, which was rather odd.

The most likely explanation was that this Central Pillar Continent wasn’t the area where those rogue cultivators and their disciples resided, and due to the distance, they couldn’t detect it.

However, among the Nine Provinces, only Central Pillar Continent was most suitable for recovery, with an abundant supply of external cultivation resources and no people with too deep cultivation, making it an excellent place.

Places like those barren mountains and wastelands, being far away, would take who knows how long to recover original cultivation.

Another possibility was that those rogue cultivator disciples had long been aware of the Heroic Festival Fish Drum’s existence but, for some reason, had chosen not to respond.

Thinking this way, it does make some sense.

Since the rogue cultivator was severely injured, they are probably still in secret training, and their disciples, without their greatest support, might still be concerned about the Mingcang Sect dealing with them, and dare not act recklessly, which is also reasonable.

But Zhang Yan still did not dare to be careless.

Assuming it to be the latter possibility, if they really planned to act, they would certainly not let him leave easily.

During the twenty-eight years of his cultivation, Kunyu was just a few steps away, allowing him to retreat into the array at any time to avoid disaster. If it were him, he would not rush to take action but rather lurk nearby, waiting for an opportunity.

He thought to himself, if such a great enemy was watching, he should also be careful in handling it.

Especially since he knew nothing about his opponent, he couldn’t afford to be careless.

Thus, with a thought, he unleashed the Star Sword Pellet, casting it to transform into eight beams of sword light, urging them to scatter in all directions. Only a hundred meters out did they stop, serving as an early warning if anything unusual occurred, allowing for early preparation.

More than six hundred miles away from Kun Island, there stood a majestic Cang Mountain with two people sitting in an abandoned palace in the mountain belly, drinking together merrily.

One of them had golden hair and eyebrows, a broad chest and wide back, a mighty frame towering six meters high, clad in an apricot yellow robe, holding a wine jar in his hand that seemed as small as an ordinary cup.

The other person sitting opposite him was not much smaller, with a tuft of black mane sticking out behind his head like steel needles, yet with a protruding lip and buck teeth, his face unsightly. He was constantly pouring wine into his mouth, and in his excitement, he tore open the front of his garment, revealing a chest full of black hair, extremely ferocious and daunting.

This person gulped down a few mouthfuls of wine and shook his head, saying, "Brother Jin, it’s a pity we can’t go to those rich and prosperous places, missing out on many great things. I’ve heard Sister Shan is living quite happily, raising over a hundred fair-skinned, beautiful young men and women in her backyard, and who knows what kind of activities she’s up to all day."