Daoist Competition-Chapter 1038 - 259: Strange Language Insect

Zhang Yan stepped into the cave, his eyes sweeping around. He saw that this cave mansion was no more than two zhang wide and long, cramped and narrow, somewhat stuffy. A bright pearl was placed on a bronze candlestick, and the wall had an altar where a Dust Removal Talisman was placed, with spiritual energy flowing, leaving no trace of impurity in the cave.

In the corner was a jade couch covered with thick brocade, the desk had long rotted, collapsed one leg onto the ground, and there was nothing else.

Behind the cave wall, slightly recessed, an obscure door opened into a deep ravine, and it was unclear where it led. It must be the place of prohibition that Xu Daoist mentioned.

Zhang Yan wasn’t in a hurry to go over. Although there might not be any killing arrays in a cave mansion lived in by a high-level predecessor, who could be sure there wasn’t an ambush? A small carelessness might lead him astray, and he didn’t want to leave looking disheveled. Thus, he carefully examined for a while, ensuring no issues before approaching the mouth of the ravine.

He didn’t act carelessly and released his Protective Treasure Light before stepping forward. As his body slightly leaned forward, he felt a gust of Gang Wind whistling up, a force coming upon him as if it wanted to push him out.

He slightly felt the power of the Gang Wind and understood its mechanism. This prohibition would automatically activate sensing someone arriving. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

This setup, if unable to swiftly eject someone out, would continuously operate until the spiritual energy was exhausted.

He thought for a moment, chuckled, and didn’t use any brute force method to break the prohibition; he merely stood there without retreating for about an hour as the Gang Wind weakened. Finally, he heard a brittle sound like something cracking and then silence.

Following the sound of breaking, Zhang Yan found an inconspicuous dragon-shaped Jade Pendant on the ceiling, showing several cracks, seemingly used as the prohibition mechanism.

This item, having endured many years, had lost most of its spiritual mechanism. It might have been effective against cultivators like Xu Daoist, but for Zhang Yan, a slight exertion of force broke it.

He glanced around again, then flicked his large sleeve and proceeded inside, walking twenty or thirty zhang before encountering light again.

Another cavern appeared before him, more spacious than the outer part. A golden pearl on the ceiling emitted brilliant rays, illuminating the area like daylight.

On his left, there was another doorway. As he stepped in, he inadvertently paused. In the middle of the cavern sat a Taoist with a white face and black beard, hair tied in a Daoist bun, holding a Ruyi, appearing serene with a somewhat immortal demeanor, surrounded by gentle radiance like a strange treasure protecting him.

At that moment, the Taoist’s eyelids moved, and he suddenly opened his eyes, shouting, "Which sect are you from, daring to trespass into my forbidden land? Leave at once!"

With that shout, the stone cavern filled with a vast oppressive force, like raging waves, as if the person was furious with thunderous anger. Such a force, Zhang Yan had felt only in the presence of Cave Heaven True Masters.

In that instant, he couldn’t help but want to retreat.

Yet, just as he moved half a step back, he suddenly realized something wasn’t right, halting his motion, looking up to see the Taoist glaring angrily but making no extreme actions. There seemed to be a hint of subtle panic deep in the eyes.

Having regained calm, Zhang Yan identified the matter swiftly, sneering coldly, saying, "Where is this demon pretending to be gods and ghosts, brazenly occupying my sect’s predecessor’s corpse! Show yourself!"

With his voice rising, sword light shot forth from the top of his head, releasing a sharp brilliance that continuously flowed, a chilling aura quickly spread throughout the cave.

The Taoist showed panic and fear, rolling and crawling away from the cushion, hiding in the corner, not daring to look at the sword light, waving hands, shouting, "Don’t take action, don’t take action!"

Zhang Yan coldly commanded, "Show your true form immediately!"

The Taoist dared not defy and collapsed, subsequently a thin white line crawled out from his ear and fell sloppily to the ground.

This demon creature was as thick as a human finger, three chi long, with a monkey face and snake body, entirely white, no legs, double-tailed, a blood-red line on its back, appearing odd. It rolled on the ground and transformed into a big-headed child, but under the pressure of the sword light, it only crouched under the Taoist’s feet, not daring to approach further.