Daoist Competition-Chapter 968 - 224: Yin Yang Sword Qi Reveals the Path, Seeking the Great Dao Must Prevail

Shen Lintu saw that Zhang Yan was refining the Spirit Vein. Being a senior in cultivation and an elder of the Chongyue True Temple, if he took action at this moment, he would inevitably be ridiculed for taking advantage of the younger generation. Therefore, he did not come down to disturb, but just sat cross-legged with eyes closed on the temple roof.

He knew that Zhang Yan was skilled in wielding Flying Swords and battle formations. Even if he couldn’t win, he could escape with a sword escape. However, he was not afraid that Zhang Yan would be able to run away.

He was a Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivator, having cultivated a Nascent Soul Dharma Body. This Dharma Body was already free from the shackles of the flesh. When flying, it was as swift as flowing light and electric lightning, not inferior to the leap of a Flying Sword. Though not comparable to the Extreme Sword of the Shaoqing Three Veins, he was confident that catching ordinary Sword Cultivators would be no problem.

Under the Great Sea Cave, Zhang Yan seemed to sense something. He raised his head to look, showing a thoughtful expression, but he had no intention of revealing himself. He remained seated, calmly using mana to collect the Spirit Vein. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

The two of them staying in this Bijiao Prefecture, though they hadn’t moved, already caused the little demons occupying the temple to be extremely frightened.

In just a few hours, the creatures scattered, and a day later, all the cultivators within the Hundred-mile Sea Domain had retreated far away, completely vanishing.

On the eighth day, the floating Mountain and River Map emitted a deep, resonant sound, like a drum in a silent wilderness or thunder in a deep valley. The mountains on the map, which seemed like illusions, now appeared real, as if a majestic mountain truly stood before him.

By this time, Zhang Yan had just about collected all the Spirit Vein under this Bijiao Prefecture, leaving only a tiny bit, not completely severing its root.

The hall, once full of splendor with Bright Pearl shining like an Immortal’s place, instantly became dull and colorless as the spiritual mechanism dissipated, completely losing its brilliance.

Zhang Yan raised his hand, retracted the Mountain and River Map, turned it into a light, and stored it in his sleeve. Then he straightened his robe, tidied his attire, and with a tap of his foot, he rose in a tunneling light, rapidly breaking through the sea cave, ascending upwards.

In just a moment, he reached the sea, halting his tunneling light in mid-air. He looked downward, seeing Shen Lintu sitting on the temple roof several miles away, and said, "I wonder which fellow Daoist has been waiting here for days; could it be they’re looking for me?"

Shen Lintu examined closely, seeing the Gang Cloud above Zhang Yan’s head as clear as thin mist, indicating it hadn’t been condensed long. However, his entire presence was filled with Dao Qi, and between his eyebrows was an unmistakable heroic spirit, like a sheathed Flying Sword with its edge still visible, incomparable to ordinary folk.

After a slight pause, he flicked his horsetail whisk, a cloud mist appeared underfoot, lifting his light body up into the air to stand face to face with Zhang Yan. He courteously said, "This old Daoist is Shen Lintu of Chongyue True Temple, here precisely to seek fellow Daoist."

Zhang Yan bowed with a smile, saying, "So it’s Elder Shen of Chongyue True Light, greetings."

Shen Lintu, having keen insight, noticed that Zhang Yan was speaking and laughing casually in his presence, likely having some extraordinary reliance. Thus, he did not rush to take action but thought of persuading with words first.

If Zhang Yan was from a minor sect of Loose Cultivators, Shen Lintu would not contemplate much and might have captured him the moment he emerged from the sea cave, demanding the whereabouts of the Yin Slaughter Saber. However, since Zhang Yan was a disciple of the Mingcang Sect, he was more cautious.

Though the Chongyue True Temple stood outside the East Sea and the disciples claimed to be comparable to the Ten Sects of East Splendor Xuan Sect, Shen Lintu knew well that this rhetoric was merely to honor themselves, deceiving only low-level disciples.

In a true comparison, even the lowest-ranked Lishan Sect among the Ten Sects far surpassed Chongyue True Temple, let alone a sect like the Mingcang Sect with its Ten Thousand Years Mysterious Sect heritage. Therefore, resolving the matter safely was the best course.

So he softened his tone and said, "In my Chongyue True Temple, there used to be a significant weapon named the Yin Slaughter Saber. Years ago, it was carried by our disciple Shen Minggu. Decades past, True Master Tao established a sect above the outer sea and was defeated by a fellow Daoist in a battle. Rumor has it that the saber was also taken by said Daoist. I wish to inquire, is there truth to this matter?"

After he finished speaking, his gaze swept over to Zhang Yan’s face, steadily fixed.

Zhang Yan thought for a moment and calmly admitted, "Indeed, the Yin Slaughter Saber did fall into my hands at that time."

Whether he spoke or not made no difference; since this person had traveled far, he certainly would not be dismissed with a few words. So, he might as well directly admit it and see what comes next.