Daoist Competition-Chapter 951 - 215: Ninefold Stellar Devouring (Part 2)

He faced the swarm of birds overwhelming the skies with a dismissive smile, hands behind his back, shouted "hey!" and suddenly his belly swelled. Opening his mouth, a vortex of visible wind appeared, generating an immense whirlpool out of thin air, stirring the massive seawater with thunderous movement.

The Golden Robed Elder tilted his head back, sending the fierce cyclone skywards. A black wind sprang from the sea, resembling a tornado, rising straight into the blue sky.

The spirit bird flock, just arriving at high speed, sensed trouble but didn’t have enough time to turn around before a powerful force overwhelmed them. Dizzy and disoriented, they were dragged into a spin, tumbling downwards along with the funnel-shaped black wind.

Even the leading three Heavenly Cranes were unable to resist; they plummeted without a struggle.

The Golden Robed Elder then pursed his lips, taking a deep breath, causing the black wind to descend and be absorbed steadily into his mouth, missing not a thread or wisp. After collecting all the wind and smoke, the more than thirty thousand spirit birds vanished altogether.

He patted his belly contentedly, returned to Lu Yuanxing, and with cupped hands said, "Pavilion Master, I am glad not to have failed you."

Lu Yuanxing smiled and said, "Third Uncle, you’ve worked hard."

The Golden Robed Elder laughed heartily, waved his hand dismissively, as if he had done something inconsequential, and returned to his own seat.

Meanwhile, Shui Xiuying, seeing the thirty thousand spirit birds consumed in one gulp by this person, was shocked, her face paling as she stepped closer to Wang Yingfang, asking fearfully, "Master, what kind of Daoist Skill is this? How is it so powerful?"

Wang Yingfang’s expression was not good, and he said solemnly, "This technique is called ’Nine Phase Swallowing Star,’ a direct inheritance divine skill of the Lu family, reputed to swallow even the stars and moon when mastered to the extreme. This technique...is beyond our capabilities to block."

Though she had heard of this divine skill before, seeing it for the first time caused her to inwardly sigh, "A Nascent Soul cultivator truly cannot be resisted by us Hua Dan cultivators; even if more of us came, it would just be a few more bites for that person."

While she was contemplating this, she suddenly saw a golden light shoot down from the peak of Xuanling Island, like a stream of stars flying by, a dazzling rainbow streaking through the sky.

This tunneling light reached above the sea and exploded abruptly, scattering countless star-like points, an endless shower of golden light amid which a distinguished young Daoist strolled out, standing alone before the array of hundreds of thousands of demon soldiers.

Wang Yingfang couldn’t help but be heartened. She had heard True Master Tao mention that someone would step in to handle the demon army, expecting this was the one. She quickly looked up and, upon seeing the Daoist’s appearance, was taken aback, exclaiming, "Daoist Zhang?" 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She had hoped that True Master Tao would invite a great cultivator, but seeing that it was Zhang Yan, she felt somewhat disappointed.

She believed that while Zhang Yan indeed had exceedingly skilled Flying Sword techniques, capable of slashing freely, it was far from enough to resolve the current predicament.

Zhang Yan bowed towards the large sea boat and said in a clear voice, "Poor Daoist Zhang Yan of Mingcang requests to speak with Lord Lu."

Lu Changsu, initially reclining in his seat, was amazed, "Oh, someone from the Qingyu Sect dares to step forward, showing some courage. Could it be that the Third Elder didn’t scare them off earlier?"

He then frowned, muttering privately, "Zhang Yan? Why does this name sound familiar?"

Cui Mulong, hearing Zhang Yan introduce himself, suddenly stiffened and scrutinized him carefully, his expression changing several times.

He threw down his wine cup, leaped into the air as a wisp of smoke, and drifted westward, leaving without a word.

At this moment, several demon generals, having witnessed the Golden Robed Elder’s display of might, itched for action. Seeing Zhang Yan approach alone, seemingly taking a risk, they exchanged glances and with a wave of a hand, over a hundred demon soldiers rushed out, encircling him tightly.

Zhang Yan smirked, standing still, yet a clear mist rose from his crown, wafting solemnly upwards, in a blink shooting into the blue sky to form a mass of Gang Cloud. The cloud spun larger and larger until it reached sixty zhang in size, suspended high in the air, instantly stirring a tempest.

The demon generals and soldiers felt a momentary breathlessness as a violent vortex engulfed them. Before they could utter a miserable cry, they were swept away by the Gang Wind, vanishing in an instant without a trace.

Lu Changsu initially didn’t care, wearing a look of entertainment, but at this sight, he jumped up with a crash that overturned the entire table, horrified, exclaiming, "Nascent Soul True Master?"

Lu Yuanxing’s expression grew heavy; he hadn’t expected someone from the Qingyu Sect to summon a Nascent Soul Cultivator, throwing off his plans.

But this alone was manageable; had it been an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator, there would be no need for excessive concern. However, the opponent turned out to be a disciple of the Mingcang Sect, making it extremely troublesome.

He glanced at the two Nascent Soul Elders seated below, both shaking their heads at him.

After a brief thought, he rose from his seat, smiling loudly, "This prefecture is Lu Yuanxing; may I know what matter the fellow Daoist seeks me for?"

Zhang Yan’s gaze focused on him, smiling slightly, "Poor Daoist is here to conclude a karmic matter with the Pavilion Master."

Lu Yuanxing chuckled, waving his hand, "This prefecture is unacquainted with the Daoist; what karma could there be to speak of?"

Zhang Yan flicked his sleeve, producing a loud bang, and shouted, "Not so. The son of Lord Lu perished because of me, and today’s grand mobilization by Lord Lu is precisely for this matter. How can there be no karma?"

At these words, Lu Yuanxing’s eyes locked sharply onto Zhang Yan, a chilling murder intent boiling, the Gang Cloud above roared fiercely.

Yet just a few breaths later, his expression suddenly calmed, faintly smiling, shaking his head, "Fellow Daoist, this is a matter between Bijiao Prefecture and Qingyu Sect, unrelated to you. Why involve yourself? Let’s not jest."

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