Daoist Competition-Chapter 1069 - 274: Talismanic Script Reveals Sect Names (Part 2)

However, his flying back and forth aroused the displeasure of many cultivators below.

According to etiquette, if someone occupies a peak, others should not fly over its top to show respect. But when those people saw Wei Zihong flying with Dan Sha’s smoky aura, they knew he was a Hua Dan Cultivator. Although they harbored resentment, they didn’t dare to voice criticism, so even after he flew over a hundred mountain peaks, no one stopped him.

At this time, atop Qingdan Peak in Chengyuan Gorge, sat an old man in golden robes and a high crown—Elder Ying Ya of the Bu Tian Pavilion. He was overseeing this sword competition and noticed the commotion happening. He couldn’t help but laugh, "This child’s Dan Sha is so vigorous; I wonder under which old friend he studies. Junior Brother, could you please go persuade him to descend? We need to allow others some dignity too."

Beside him sat a sturdy middle-aged cultivator who stood up with a smile upon hearing this, saying, "Alright, I would also like to see which family’s outstanding talent this is."

After flying a few circles, Wei Zihong suddenly felt a mountain peak in the northwest seemed to resonate with his heart and spirit. His spirits lifted, and he immediately flew towards it. But as he got close, he sensed a forbidden array blocking his path. Before he could use Qi Jue magic, the great array suddenly trembled and opened its array gate, allowing him inside.

Overjoyed, he transformed into a wisp of smoke and entered the mountain’s depths. After reaching a hundred feet in, a delicate young girl in a green dress flew out from inside, her snowy skin, black hair, and red lips standing out. She curtsied and said, "This servant greets the Sect Leader, my lord."

Wei Zihong halted, puzzled, "Who are you?"

The girl, somewhat forlorn and aggrieved, replied, "I am the array spirit that the lord set here years ago. Have you forgotten?"

With this reminder, Wei Zihong felt a bit dazed, as if the person before him seemed familiar, yet he couldn’t quite recall. He shook his head, "Close the array gate, for my master will arrive shortly. Allow no one else to ascend the peak."

The girl trembled and exclaimed, "Oh, the Ancestor is coming! How dare I disobey?"

She waved her sleeve, closing the array gate, and then took Wei Zihong’s hand, her eyes seductive as silk, "Please follow me, my lord."

However, the middle-aged cultivator on Qingdan Peak had yet to move when he lost sight of Wei Zihong, leaving him momentarily stunned.

Elder Ying Ya also showed a look of surprise. He narrowed his eyes and scanned the mountains, but after several looks, he didn’t see anything, pondering for a moment. He turned to a child beside him, "Bring the talismanic script for me to see."

The child hurriedly handed over the talismanic script he was holding.

This was the talismanic script signed by the ancestors of all sects back then. The Ten Sects of Xuanmen and the Six Great Demon Sects were all on it. Whenever a sect arrived, its name would appear on the script.

Elder Ying Ya took it, opened it, and saw that only four golden lights still shone on it: Bu Tian Pavilion, Lishan Sect, Pingdu Sect, and Hai Zhen Temple. He couldn’t help but wonder, "Strange, could it be not?"

In the East Splendor Continent, many great sects had risen and fallen over thousands of years. Back then, more than thirty sects signed the talismanic script, but now only sixteen remain to compete in the swordfight.

He thought he detected a slight disturbance on a mountain peak and assumed an obscure sect had arrived. But upon checking the talismanic script, it showed no change, leaving him somewhat puzzled.

What he didn’t know was that although the talismanic script could display names, disciples needed the token of their sect’s ancestor to display their sect’s name. Even though Wei Zihong had arrived, his token was with his master, Zhang Yan, so Yao Yin’s name didn’t appear.

As Elder Ying Ya was about to put away the talisman scroll, it suddenly trembled. He picked it up again and saw golden light flashing on the auxiliary scroll, revealing the words "Guangyuan." Surprisingly, he said, "So it’s this sect."

He shook his head, musing, "This sword competition, it seems there will be many surprises."

The middle-aged cultivator looked at the talismanic script in his hand, saw the name Guangyuan Sect, and pondered, "Back in the day, True Master Shen Chong was unbeatable in East Splendor. Now his descendants arrive; I wonder if they can resurrect their predecessor’s prestige."

Elder Ying Ya closed the talismanic script, sighed, "I’ve heard there are many exceptional talents among the Demon Sects this time, each with world-shocking divine skills. The Demon Tribulation has begun, and the general trend is in their favor. It would be very difficult to win against them."

The middle-aged cultivator, however, was quite confident, "Senior Brother worries too much. Our Xuanmen also boasts abundant talent. Concerning the realmasters of the sects present, who can actually claim to surpass you and me in Daoist cultivation and divine skills?"

Elder Ying Ya nodded, stroking his beard, "There is some truth in that. I heard this time Master Xun Huaiying from the Shaoqing Sect is quite outstanding. It’s said that the swordsmanship he practices belongs to the Slaughter Sword Lineage, the most lethal of the Three Veins Sword Transmission."

The middle-aged cultivator exclaimed, "The Slaughter Sword, really?"

The Shaoqing Sect differs from other sects. Every time they come to the sword competition, they only send one disciple. Yet for over a thousand years, the disciples who have attended mostly belong to the Extreme Sword and Transformation Sword lineages, and the Slaughter Sword Lineage has never been seen.

As Elder Ying Ya was about to say something more, the script in his hand trembled again. He thought to himself, "Which sect has arrived now?"

At this moment, as the sky began to brighten and stars scattered across the vast universe, a bit of golden light suddenly emerged from above the cold river, like the rising sun. At first, it was just a smudge of rosy red, but within breaths, it surged into a rainbow and splendid beams, spouting thousands of golden threads, purifying the wind and refining qi, draping across the sky. Amidst this golden irradiance, six people rode the winds and clouds toward them.

Leading the way were a couple resembling divine immortals. The man was strikingly handsome and charismatic, the woman gentle and charmingly beautiful. Hand in hand, they flew, capturing the envy and awe of the cultivators on both sides of the riverbank.

Elder Ying Ya waved his sleeve and stood up, saying, "True Master Yang and True Master Zhu of the Yuan Yang Sect have arrived. Junior Brother, please lead your disciples to welcome them."

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