Daoist Competition

If it were someone else here, it would be difficult to find his whereabouts, but Zhang Yan has his own way.

Relying on swift flying and sensing Qi Mechanism up to dozens of miles away, he plans to spend several days going back and forth over the entire small demon cave.

This move purely depends on his own tremendous mana, crushing the path straightforwardly. The opponent either chooses to retreat and escape or comes up to battle. Otherwise, once encountered, any method of concealment is useless.

Half a day later, he indeed makes a discovery. More than twenty miles away, a strange spiritual mechanism swiftly darts towards the southeast.

Immediately, he rotates his mysterious skill, initiates the Little All Heavens Escape Technique in pursuit, and soon approaches the person, looking up to see a blood-colored radiance hastily flying ahead. The opponent seemed unsuspecting of his quick arrival, screamed wildly, shook his body, and suddenly transformed into over ten Blood Essences, scattering in all directions.

Zhang Yan smirked slightly, not chasing but merely rotating his mysterious skill, immediately initiating the Forbidden Locking Skill. In an instant, a vast spiritual mechanism spread forth, covering a radius of several dozen miles as if a heavenly net, holding all the Blood Essences in restraint. Then with a sleeve flick, a dazzling sword light flies out, spins mid-air, seemingly to cut down.

One Blood Essence was suddenly horrified, saying: "True Master Zhang, please do not act, this little Daoist is willing to surrender, willing to surrender." As he spoke, he withdrew his mana, revealing his true appearance.

Zhang Yan rolled his sleeve, capturing this person to the front, and saw that his appearance was somewhat elegant and upright, but completely different from the Illusion Demon revealed. Clearly, he was not the only one who infiltrated the Demon Sect here. Gazing at his face, Zhang Yan said: "Do you recognize me, poor Daoist?"

The person shivered, saying: "True Master Zhang is the first in the swordfight among the Eighteen Sects; your image and form have long spread through the Six Sects, how could this little Daoist not know?"

Zhang Yan chuckled faintly: "I perceive that the escape technique you employ resembles the Blood Transformation Escape Technique a bit; could you be a disciple under the Blood Essence Sect?"

The person sighed dejectedly: "Yes, this little Daoist Sun Baixiang is indeed a disciple of the Blood Essence Sect, initially thinking to take advantage of the spiritual energy demon head here to cultivate a sect divine skill but did not expect bad luck, only to be caught by the True Master."

Zhang Yan pondered for a moment, then asked: "How many of your fellow disciples came with you to this place?"

Sun Baixiang smiled bitterly: "This little Daoist brought three disciples initially, but owing to low cultivation, they all died at the hands of demon heads, now only this little Daoist remains."

Zhang Yan’s eyes flashed slightly. The truthfulness of this person’s words was hard to judge, though it doesn’t matter now. As long as I follow my previous method, if there are any still lurking here, they will eventually be forced out.

After inquiring from where this person entered here, he flicked his sleeve, releasing a torrent that engulfed him, then rode the light, proceeding straight to that place.

After about an hour, he found the passage, a direct path to the surface, barely half a meter high, with smooth walls, evidently opened through sheer mana by the intruders.

He sneered coldly, immediately tossing out several array flags, arranging them around.

This prohibition, once set up, would not be easy even for a Nascent Soul cultivator to breach. If the intruders hadn’t left a retreat, it would be a situation of capturing a turtle in a jar.

After finishing the setup, he circled the spot, then drove the Green Cloud, heading off to investigate elsewhere.

Meanwhile, Kushou Daoist, upon seeing this scene through the mirror, looked utterly changed.

This move effectively cut off his retreat, leaving him regretting not leaving early when he had the chance; now it was impossible to leave.

After changing expressions a few times, he bit his teeth resentfully, taking out a Glazed Jade Bottle containing two half-inch tiny figures curled in a cluster, which were Crystal Pearls. But upon closer inspection, inside the pearls were two women with incredibly white skin, completely nude, looking pitifully with tearful expressions.

He cast a few regretful glances, murmuring to himself: "Such a pity, if I found another thousand-year True Demon, refining three together, I might glimpse the three great realms. Then, even Zhang Yan might not be my match, but given the critical situation now, one can only deal with this hurdle first. Initially, I only intended to use them to fill a missing link in myself, it seems this is destiny."

Every cultivator’s own dharma technique has its strengths and weaknesses, none wishes not to perfect it, so as not to be forced into disadvantage during fighting.

However, this task is too difficult; unless it’s a direct inheritance with a Cave Heaven True Master overseeing, otherwise, the cultivator has to slowly rectify the flaws on his own, requiring a long time, during which many might perish before succeeding.

Kushou Daoist came here intending to find two true demons to complete his own shortcomings. Once successful, though not daring to claim he could contest with Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivators later, he could immediately escalate his techniques with two blood essences close to his cultivation, preventing any obvious flaws before entering higher realms.

If not for his later greed, wanting to further advance, he wouldn’t be trapped here.

After unwillingly gazing at the two elixir pearls a few times, he finally steeled his heart, pursed his lips, and sucked them, wrapped in blood light, into his mouth. When his breath stabilized, he sat cross-legged, closing his eyes to refine.

These true demon refined crystal pearls, once consumed, nourished with essence blood, could swiftly transform into his own blood essences; within moments, blood waves surged atop his gang cloud, gradually condensing into two solid human figures.

With his mind turning, the two blood essences floated before him, their features identical to his own, even the subtle expressions showing no discrepancy, leaving him satisfied.

Suddenly sensing spiritual energy pulsating from afar, knowing Zhang Yan was nearby and realizing delay was not possible, he shrieked, leaping into the air, with the two blood essences also flying up, splitting into three blood lights in mid-air, each fleeing in different directions.

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