Daoist Competition-Chapter 1000 - 240: With a Single Sword, Toppling Buzhou; If Qiankun Falls, So Be It

Chapter 1000: Chapter 240: With a Single Sword, Toppling Buzhou; If Qiankun Falls, So Be It

Zhang Yan exchanged some words with Feng Ming and only then learned from him about the current situation within the Mingcang Sect, understanding what exactly had transpired.

This unexpected turn of events was indeed unfavorable to him.

Feng Ming originally thought he would be enraged, or even disappointed and dejected. However, Zhang Yan remained calm, his demeanor unchanged. Only his eyes suddenly became like a bottomless, tranquil pool, profound and unfathomable.

Though Feng Ming already felt overwhelmed by the vast aura emanating from Zhang Yan, the calmness in Zhang Yan’s expression somehow made him even more fearful.

Zhang Yan bowed to Feng Ming, saying, "I must thank Junior Brother Feng for being honest and truthful."

Feng Ming hurriedly stepped aside. Zhang Yan couldn’t participate in the Sixteen Sects Sword Fighting Conference, and his status within the sect was far above his own, not to mention he was now a Nascent Soul True Master. He replied, "I do not deserve the courtesy of Senior Brother."

Seeing him dodge, Zhang Yan did not insist.

Feng Ming observed his expression again and sincerely advised, "With Senior Brother’s capabilities, apart from the eldest senior brother, no one in the sect can compare. As long as you endure, one day you will emerge transformed and achieve greatness. Why worry about the immediate gains and losses?"

In his view, Zhang Yan’s First-class Elixir Formation back in the day was truly extraordinary. Having reached the Nascent Soul Realm in less than a century since enlightenment was unprecedented throughout history. In the future, he would surely achieve greatness in the Grotto Heaven. By then, who could suppress him? Who would dare? At present, choosing to remain dormant was most prudent.

Zhang Yan nodded slightly, thinking to himself, "Junior Brother Feng, how could you understand that the path to the Great Dao leaves no room for retreat? We must advance bravely to seize that fleeting opportunity."

His journey was entirely different from that of Feng Ming, who had guidance from a mentor and assistance from sect members, advancing securely step by step.

For Feng Ming, it sufficed to follow the path laid out by the mentors in the sect.

But Zhang Yan’s achievements were gained by blazing his own trail, courageously fighting for every step.

Feng Ming’s advice may be right, but it certainly wasn’t suited for him.

Zhang Yan, though having different thoughts, revealed none of them, leading Feng Ming to believe he accepted his advice, making him quite pleased. "Senior Brother, although this is the Beichen Sect’s territory, I’ve guarded it for over twenty years, roughly half a landlord. Allow me to host you and welcome you."

Zhang Yan nodded, "Very well, for I have been away from the Mountain Gate for quite some time, and there are many matters to inquire about from Junior Brother."

He flicked his robe sleeve, releasing the taming beast ring, and then murmured a spell, instantly emitting a spirit light that swiftly encircled and captured the Dragon Whale.

Curious, Feng Ming asked, "Where did Senior Brother find this Dragon-headed Fish Demon? It looks so fierce."

Zhang Yan replied, "This demon is called the Dragon Carp, known for its ability to stir the seas and overturn them. I subdued it while traveling the East Sea."

"So, this is the Dragon Carp?" Feng Ming exclaimed in amazement.

In the Qi Yuntian Mystic Water Zhen Palace, there was also a Dragon Carp, although he had never seen it, leaving him in awe.

Zhang Yan turned to Xu Daoist and Zhang Boyant, who stood afar, nodding and beckoning them over.

While Feng Ming and he spoke, these two sensibly kept their distance. Once called over, Zhang Yan said solemnly, "There is a matter that requires instruction to both fellow Daoists."

Xu Daoist bowed, "Please instruct, Pavilion Master."

Zhang Yan whispered a few words, and they nodded before bowing and each disappearing into the sky, vanishing into the clouds.

Feng Ming casually inquired about their identities, and Zhang Yan merely stated they were guests of the pavilion, ending further questions.

Unless a Nascent Soul cultivator released the Gang Cloud, only cultivators of the same level could discern their Daoist cultivation. Having only recently entered the Hua Dan Realm, Feng Ming’s cultivation was not yet stable, leaving him unable to perceive the cultivation of these two.

If he knew they were both Nascent Soul True Masters, he would surely be startled, reassessing Zhang Yan’s current power.

Elder Yan, waiting within the Mountain Gate, saw Zhang Yan led away by Feng Ming and assumed they had much to discuss as senior and junior brothers, smiling and shaking his head, refraining from joining the scene.

But he couldn’t make no gesture at all, so he summoned a few disciples, instructing them carefully, and ordered some maids to follow their arrangements.

Once Zhang Yan and Feng Ming arrived at his dwelling, they cooked and shared a drink, talking at length.

Feng Ming deliberately selected some interesting stories from within the sect to share. Seeing Zhang Yan’s expression remain calm throughout, he assumed Zhang had moved on, allowing him to relax his mind.