Daoist Competition-Chapter 1017 - 248: Riding the Waves, Surprising All

Huang Fuzhou is well-known, but ultimately not one of the top ten disciples of the Mingcang Sect. Although he usually converses and jokes with him, he never truly respects him and had no idea this person had such capabilities.

Huang Fuzhou spoke earnestly, "Junior Brother Ding, forgive me for speaking out of turn, but if you only have this level of skill, I fear you are not a match for Junior Brother Zhang."

Ding Wei’s face turned red instantly. His Vein Sword Transmission is actually quite unique, harboring a Green Flood Dragon Essence within the sword, which is exceedingly formidable. If released, it wouldn’t be so easily subdued. However, he was too careless, losing his chance with one move, allowing the Two Pole Star Magnetic Light to envelop his sword ball, cutting off his Spiritual Sense, leaving him without the opportunity to unleash the move.

Wu Han Cheng could barely watch any longer, unwilling to let a fellow sect member lose face, and was about to intervene. However, Zhou Yong, sitting below him, shifted his gaze, wiped his mouth, threw his wine jug, and spat out a yellow mist. Inside was a fist-sized rock, suspended in mid-air as if about to fall, its intimidation undeniable.

Wu Han Cheng dared not move, displaying a bitter smile on his face. The rock felt as heavy as a mountain; if it fell, it would surely shatter the great hall. He came here for a banquet, not a life-or-death duel, so why make it look so unpleasant?

The three elders of the Pingdu Sect exchanged glances, their hearts alarmed. The Mingcang Sect truly is an ancient sect, its depths unfathomable.

Neither Zhou Yong nor Huang Fuzhou has the qualifications to sit at the same table as the top ten disciples, yet they are so formidable nonetheless. Observing their cultivation methods, few fellow disciples in the sect could compare, perhaps only two or three at most.

Mrs. Chen frowned. She hails from a Great Clan and believes Xuanmen Sect Practitioners should possess a few qualities of the Immortal bearing. If there’s to be a duel, let the banquet proceed halfway, and then exchange a few friendly moves. But now, before even a half-cup of wine has been offered, it’s already tense with drawn swords. She truly dislikes this behavior, feeling that these people lack decorum.

Though Ding Wei was restrained, he refused to concede, and the others were unable to intervene due to Zhou Yong’s pressure, causing the situation to stalemate.

As the banquet host, Huo Xuan felt it inappropriate to overly undermine the Pingdu Sect’s reputation. Sitting up slightly, he was about to speak to mediate when, suddenly, his expression changed, and he abruptly turned his gaze outward.

Everyone at the table suddenly felt a strange sensation enveloping their hearts. The cups and plates on the table began to vibrate slightly, and the lanterns outside the hall swayed continuously; even the candle flames lowered. Within a few breaths, outside, fierce winds and rain erupted, and the tremors underfoot intensified, as if perched on a small boat swaying in a storm.

This unusual phenomenon startled everyone in the hall, unsure what was happening. Suddenly, the light dimmed, and the illumination surrounding the hall rapidly receded. Mrs. Chen’s face turned cold as she stood up and shouted, "What’s going on?"

A maid, holding a long whip, rushed into the hall hurriedly, exclaiming in panic, "Madam, those jewel-bearing koi suddenly left the island for unknown reasons, and I couldn’t control them."

Mrs. Chen’s mood worsened further. She had painstakingly organized the night banquet at Huan River. Before the feast even began, an inexplicable conflict arose and now this embarrassing situation. Where could she save face? She barely suppressed the urge to punish the maid and pointed outside, reprimanding, "How could you be so incompetent? I don’t care what means you use, just bring those rebellious creatures back!"

The maid dared not defy the order, her face ashen, retreating outwards.

Huo Xuan gazed intently at the distant waters, witnessing the jewel-bearing koi gradually departing, ignoring the maid’s whip commanding them. At the horizon’s edge, it seemed massive waves were rising. He pondered, "Could it be Brother Qi arriving?"

After a moment, everyone heard the crashing of waves, accompanied by a faint dragon’s roar amidst the storm, a powerful presence descending upon them. The three elders of the Pingdu Sect simultaneously changed expressions, bewildered by the arrival of someone possessing such might.

Zhong Muqing and Luo Qingyu had already entered the Nascent Soul Realm; they discerned this world-altering Great Divine Power precisely.

Zhong Muqing chuckled lightly, stood, glanced around confidently, and declared, "It must be Senior Brother who has arrived."

Du De, Xiao Ti, Ning Chongxuan, including Han Suyi, hearing this, all became solemn, instinctively standing.

Commanding the Water Clan, summoning the wind and rain, indeed only the Dragon Carp of the Mystic Water Zhen Palace could achieve!

Huo Xuan no longer doubted, rose decisively, and announced, "Fellow sect members, join me in welcoming Senior Brother."

Upon hearing the arrival of Master Qi, the three elders of the Pingdu Sect felt relieved. Elder Hu set his wine cup down, laughing heartily, "Since Master Qi has arrived, we ought to go out and pay our respects." Immediately, he led the disciples out of the hall.

Everyone gathered by the water’s edge, witnessing the jewel-bearing koi lining up like courtiers welcoming their king, with swirling brilliance extending into the distance. Shortly after, a huge, unparalleled fish with a dragon head surfaced amid the black clouds and fierce winds, stirring the waves, approaching. Out by the outer hall, the countless Mingcang Disciples momentarily watched in astonishment.

Elder Hua of the Pingdu Sect exclaimed in admiration, "Could that be the Dragon Carp? Hearing is no match for seeing. Only someone like Master Qi could subdue such a Great Demon."

Luo Qingyu smiled, pointing ahead, "This Dragon Carp was personally captured by Senior Brother years ago from Beiming Continent. Its Daoist Cultivation rivals that of a Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivator, and it indeed took Senior Brother considerable efforts."

Upon hearing how formidable this creature was, the Hua Dan Disciples of the Pingdu Sect couldn’t help but exclaim in wonder.

Witnessing this, Wu Han Cheng felt somewhat unsettled, but soon thought, "Among the Mingcang Sect’s disciples, only Qi Yuntian is this formidable."

With this thought, he felt slightly comforted.

The Dragon Carp danced upon the waves, rapidly approaching, a majestic young Daoist, with Divine Intent radiating from him, stood atop its back. Such a fierce dragon-headed fish monster was obediently docile at his feet, like a tamed pet.

Only then did everyone clearly see the visitor’s appearance and realized it wasn’t Qi Yuntian. All were stunned, Zhong Muqing froze, showing a look of disbelief.

Zhang Yan swept his gaze over everyone, smiled briefly, bowed courteously, and said, "Fellow sect members, Zhang Yan greets you."

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