Daoist Competition-Chapter 996 - 238: Bihua Thunderwood Sword

Liu Sheng witnessed with his own eyes He Mulong falling into the sea and was utterly panicked.

He had only Xuan Guang Cultivation, and when several Nascent Soul cultivators clashed, he could only hide far away. At this moment, his mind was filled with the thought of escape.

However, just as his feet began to move, Tong Ao, who was tucked under his arm, spoke up, "Daoist Liu, if you want to stay alive, don’t leave!"

Liu Sheng, who had caught the attention of He Mulong as a disciple, was not simple. Upon hearing this, his form paused, and he almost instantly grasped the key, sighed and thought secretly, "In front of these True Masters, where could I possibly hide?"

He released Tong Ao and cupped his hands, saying, "Thank you for the reminder, Daoist Tong. Earlier, it was the master’s orders that were hard to defy, please forgive my offense."

Tong Ao shook his body, summoned a swirl of Xuan Guang, stepped upon it, straightened his wrinkled clothes, and grinned, "No need for thanks, even if I hadn’t spoken, Daoist Liu would have certainly realized the same."

At that moment, a colorful cloud suddenly flew in from the sky, landing in front of the two. Mu Bingxin waved away the cloud mist, stepped out, and looked at Liu Sheng, who was barely maintaining his composure, sneering coldly, "You are indeed tactful."

Without saying more, she waved her sleeve, releasing a Five-Colored Handkerchief above Liu Sheng and Tong Ao’s heads, spinning it around to envelop them both, then withdrew it into the sachet, and subsequently rode the colorful cloud back to the great ship.

After landing, she glanced around and saw He Mulong lying prone on the deck with his hair disheveled, completely soaked, looking half-dead.

He Mulong, though heavily injured and having fallen into the water, had not yet perished thanks to his deep foundation.

Zhang Yan saw Mu Bingxin return and said, "Fellow Daoist Mu, this True Master He is now in your hands. Whether to kill or spare him is your decision."

Mu Bingxin remained silent, knowing well she had deeply offended He Mulong today. Even if released, he would definitely trouble her the next day, so it was better to kill him now to end it once and for all.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, and with a fierce shout, a blade’s edge flew from the Gang Cloud atop her head, swiftly slashing down, cutting off He Mulong’s head with a plop, then she flicked her sleeve to shake out a kerchief, which collected his Primordial Spirit.

Mu Bingxin closed her eyes, stepped back half a step, took a deep breath, then reopened them.

With his death, she had severed her retreat, completely breaking ties with the Taihao Sect, leaving no room for return.

However, the Demon Tribulation was upon them, and without the shelter of a Great Sect, the Peng Yuan Sect would have difficulty surviving. Since the Taihao Sect was unreliable, it was better to turn to the Mingcang Sect.

Her only worry was if Shan Huizhen and Zhang Yan’s fifth disciple couldn’t reach an agreement, what would become of the Peng Yuan Sect?

Zhang Yan had thought Mu Bingxin would hesitate, but seeing her resolve, he nodded secretly and said, "Fellow Daoist Mu, even if my disciple and your junior nephew can’t form a good relationship, I will certainly persuade Brother Huo to ensure your Peng Yuan Sect doesn’t suffer."

Mu Bingxin was greatly reassured by Zhang Yan’s promise, showing gratitude in her eyes, she knelt and said, "Then I must thank Brother Zhang here on behalf of everyone in the Peng Yuan Sect."

Though the Taihao Sect had Four Mansions and Three Mountains, only Du Guang Mountain where the mountain gate was located had three Cave Heaven True Masters stationed. Neither the sect’s foundation nor its Great Cultivators could compare with the Mingcang Sect, a great sect with ten thousand years of history.

Just the strength Zhang Yan displayed today was enough to challenge the Purple Bamboo Mountain Daoist School where He Mulong was stationed.

Zhang Yan smiled and said, "There’s no need to thank me just yet, there’s still one matter to deal with."

Mu Bingxin asked quietly, "What might it be? Please advise, Brother."

Zhang Yan replied, "Though He Mulong is dead, that Treasure Seed has flown away. I reckon it will alarm someone from the Taihao Sect, and soon enough, someone will come to inquire. I can help you block them for now, but afterwards, you must quickly lead your disciples back to the mountain gate. Without notifying the Mingcang Sect’s arrival, you must not emerge."

Mu Bingxin couldn’t help but feel a chill of fear, solemnly saying, "I understand, I will follow Brother Zhang’s instructions."

Zhang Yan nodded affirmatively, then turned to Zhang Boyant and instructed, "Fellow Daoist, perhaps you should conceal yourself first."

During the attack on He Daoist, they had the upper hand, so Zhang Boyant’s identity being recognized was no concern. But later, if people from the Taihao Sect came to negotiate, it was better to first stow away any weaknesses, to avoid giving them ammunition.

Zhang Boyant gave a short laugh, tapped his feet, and instantly transformed into a wisp of smoke, disappearing into the ship’s cabin.