Daoist Competition-Chapter 988 - 234: Demonic Flames Rampant and Six-Eared Golden Child

After Mu Bingxin’s voice transmitted from afar, a white wave line appeared on the horizon, moving from east to west. The waves roared fiercely, like an army charging, crashing into the water, surging forward.

The disciples of the Peng Yuan Sect originally stood afar, only expressing a few exclamations. But as it came closer, witnessing the earth and sky moving as one, with an imposing display, none among them didn’t lose their color in shock, their bodies lightly trembling.

Mu Bingxin widened her elegant eyes to look over and saw three Daoists appearing in front of her eyes. Among them, the young Daoist in the center was handsome and upright, wearing a mysterious Daoist robe, standing with hands behind his back on the back of a dragon-headed strange fish. To the left, the person’s complexion was fair, not striking, while the right seemed to be an old man entirely enveloped in floating yellow smoke, making the face indistinguishable.

Above each of the three, a cloud hovered, showcasing the truth of the Flying Book’s words; each had Nascent Soul cultivation. Especially the dragon-headed strange fish beneath them, covered in golden scales, its spiritual energy surged like tides, freely overwhelming, as if unified with the earth and sky, giving her immense pressure.

The Peng Yuan Sect is but a second-rate sect in the East Splendor Continent. Even at its peak, it only had two Nascent Soul cultivators. Yet now, at this moment, the presence of three Nascent Soul True Masters standing together gave her immense shock. She dared not maintain any composure, stepping forward to offer a curtsy ritual, saying, "I do not know how to address the True Masters here?"

Zhang Yan glanced at her, then bowed slightly on the dragon carp’s back, replying, "Greetings Mu Zhenren, I am Zhang Yan from Mingcang. Behind me are two fellow Daoists, who are the Guest Elders of my house."

Upon hearing the name Zhang Yan, Mu Bingxin’s eyes involuntarily revealed a look of surprise, solemnly expressing, "So it’s True Master Zhang before me, whose great name has been heard for a long time."

The Peng Yuan Sect’s mountain gate is adjacent to the East Sea, and they have heard much about the affairs of the sea.

A few days ago, the Lu Family of Fengyan Bi Jiao Prefecture was destroyed, by none other than Zhang Yan’s action, not expecting to meet him so soon.

The Peng Yuan Sect has a relationship with many side sects and cultivation noble families in the East Sea. Hearing about several Nascent Soul cultivators arriving from the sea, and not knowing their purpose, she received requests from many fellow Daoists to inquire about their intentions. Now harboring other thoughts, she said, "Since the True Masters are passing by our mountain gate, and we share the same Xuanmen lineage, it would be considered impolite if not recognized. Kindly permit a modest banquet to express intentions."

She spoke modestly and softly, making it hard to refuse. Zhang Yan contemplated briefly, having not returned to East Splendor for a long time, and being unaware of the current situation, decided to agree to gather some intelligence, then smiled, "Then it’s presumptuous to intrude."

Mu Bingxin revealed a hint of joy, stepped sideways, saying, "Please, Daoists, step forward."

Her grand boat was lavishly arranged, with a five-tiered pavilion on the boat, repaired luxuriously and regally. Upon letting it open, the main door was revealed.

Zhang Yan nodded to her slightly, then stepped down from the dragon whale’s back, preparing to proceed to the grand hall on the boat, when a timid voice emerged among the disciples of the Peng Yuan Sect, saying, "True Master Zhang..."

Zhang Yan turned slightly and saw among the crowd, a graceful and beautiful woman standing, her appearance somewhat familiar. After a brief thought, he recognized her and smiled, "So it’s fellow Daoist Shan Huizhen, it’s been over a hundred years since we last met, I didn’t expect to encounter you here."

Years ago, Shan Huizhen was saved by Zhang Yan, which gave her the courage to greet him now.

But after all, a hundred years had passed, and Zhang Yan now was a Nascent Soul True Master; she wasn’t sure if he would still recognize her. Upon hearing his words, she calmed down, revealing a smile as radiant as flowers.

Mu Bingxin, in surprise, asked, "True Master Zhang and Nephew Shan are acquaintances?"

Zhang Yan replied with a smile, "Years ago, I went to the sea to seek medicine and traveled the same boat with Miss Shan, thus becoming acquainted."

Mu Bingxin’s expression showed a slight change, refrained from asking more, arriving at the hall, waved her hand, then two female servants lifted the hall’s curtain, letting the three step into the hall.

As Zhang Yan entered, he felt a dazzling light more intense than outside. A glance around revealed an unknown number of bright pearls embedded in the walls, with over a hundred copper mirrors having a Kui pattern placed on the ceiling, the mirror facing inward, casting reflections below on the polished stone bricks, producing light rays, creating such a scene.

He and Xu Daoist felt indifferent, but Zhang Boyant snorted as the yellow smoke on his body churned violently, pushing the brilliance away, commenting in a peculiar tone, "Mu Zhenren, you have many tricks in your hall."

These copper mirrors are a set of Dharma Treasures, capable of dispelling evil and suppressing disaster. If not for his profound cultivation, he might have suffered unawares.