Jin Tanggong couldn’t help but feel a chill upon hearing this, sighing, "It’s lantable that Lu Ke from Bamboo Island, whose cultivation was comparable to ours, was slain by Ning Chongxuan in a single strike of the sword. Luckily, on that day, for reasons unknown, the Mingcang Sect didn’t launch an all-out attack, giving us ti to slowly prepare."
The bald demon cultivator raised his cup, saying, "Brother Jin, Brother Zhao, Miss Shan, co, let us drink this toast. Soday, we shall serve the Mingcang Sect a fierce retribution, relieving the pent-up frustration of these past few days!"
In recent days, the Mingcang Sect’s attack on the Perch Eagle Land had grown more persistent, often taking a day or two for the forces to return. Observing their dwindling energy, Ge Shuo knew that the timing was near—the next encounter would be the mont to launch an all-out assault.
Currently, besides himself, Fan Changqing, and Fang Hong, there were three additional Hua Dan cultivators present. Under their command were nearly four hundred Xuan Guang practitioners. Together, they could form defensive formations to resist enemies, bolstered by six Flying Palaces as fortifications. Even ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators would struggle to prevail against them.
However, with an increase in numbers, elixir pills beca increasingly scarce. Ge Shuo had no choice but to double the reward, hoping Zhang Yan could produce more elixir pills.
Everyone now knew that Zhang Yan’s "Rejuvenation Pill" was an excellent item. Even if they didn’t consu it themselves, bringing it back to exchange with fellow disciples for practical magic artifacts was very worthwhile.
That day, Mo Tianhua had made a promise in front of Yang Ying and kept the matter of asking Zhang Yan for pills in mind. He had inquired beforehand and learned that Zhang Yan made a batch of elixir pills every three days. Afterward, he would always go out for a walk and return only after sunset. Thus, Mo Tianhua calculated the timing and stationed himself early at the Elixir Room to intercept Zhang Yan.
Although Mo Tianhua was rely at the Xuan Guang First Realm, he had always regarded himself highly. Inwardly, he thought, "I, a dignified direct disciple of an elder, waiting outside the Elixir Room for a pill master—is this not sincerity enough?"
It wasn’t long before he saw a tall and upright figure walking from afar. He had never t Zhang Yan before, nor paid much attention even after inquiring about his na. But upon glimpsing Zhang Yan—his stately appearance, calm deanor, and the abundant Dao Qi around him—Mo Tianhua couldn’t help losing so of his disdain.
When Zhang Yan approached, Mo Tianhua stepped forward and gave a slight bow, saying, "Are you Junior Brother Zhang? I am Mo Tianhua. I usually cultivate on Canggu Peak and learn Dao techniques under Elder Qi. Surely Junior Brother Zhang must have heard of ?"
His face wore a smile that seed cordial but carried a hint of condescension.
Zhang Yan saw Mo Tianhua blocking the door to the Elixir Room. Just from the man’s deanor, he understood his purpose entirely. Lately, many disciples from the Mingcang Sect had co seeking him for his alchemy skills, all of whom were summarily dismissed.
He returned the greeting with indifference and said, "Ah, so it’s Brother Mo. May I ask your purpose here?"
Mo Tianhua chuckled lightly and said, "Oh, nothing much—just hoping you could craft a batch of Qingli Elixirs for . The paynt is negotiable and will surely not disappoint you."
Every day, Zhang Yan cultivated the True Form Leisurely Chapter. Even crafting the so-called "Rejuvenation Pill" was just to satisfy Ge Shuo and not sothing he genuinely cared about. How could he possibly have the ti or inclination to refine any Qingli Elixir for Mo Tianhua?
With an even expression, he replied, "I fear I must disappoint you, Brother Mo. At present, I’m occupied with crafting elixir pills for my fellow disciples and cannot spare the ti for other matters."
Mo Tianhua furrowed his brows slightly and said, "Junior Brother Zhang, it’s not re boasting, but if you assist this ti, I can help resolve any difficulties you may encounter in the future. Consider the pros and cons carefully."
Zhang Yan let out a faint smile, disregarded him, swished his robe, and stepped into the Elixir Room, shutting the door behind him.
Mo Tianhua, seeing that his plain words didn’t move Zhang Yan and observing his aloof attitude, felt a surge of anger in his heart.
He had assud that as an elder’s direct disciple, his re presence would compel Zhang Yan to comply, yet Zhang Yan showed no respect whatsoever. Mo Tianhua felt humiliated, unable to maintain his composure.
If Zhang Yan entered the Elixir Room, he would have to wait three more days. Previously, in front of Yang Ying, he had boldly declared that he would take care of this matter, and failing to do so would be unbearable. With this in mind, his anger flared, and he declared harshly, "You have no choice! Halt there!"
He waved his hand, summoning a yellow-hued Xuan Guang, which swept forward. This Xuan Guang was thick as paste, carrying an oppressive force that bore down with an aura of impending collapse.
This was his cultivated "Boundary Opening Profound Light," which can impose a mountain-like pressure when activated. Even the slightest contact was enough to incapacitate an ordinary cultivator. Intent on teaching Zhang Yan a lesson, Mo Tianhua intensified the strength behind it.
Zhang Yan’s gaze turned cold. With a flick of his finger, an inky droplet of You Yin Heavy Water darted forth. It was so swift that it reached Mo Tianhua before his Xuan Guang could land.
Mo Tianhua scoffed inwardly, "Just as I expected, Zhang Yan is nothing special. Even his attacks are this insignificant. How could this possibly harm ?"
His Xuan Guang was proficient in defense and repelling enemies. Instantly, a flash of golden light enveloped him, shielding his body. anwhile, the yellowish radiance of the Xuan Guang surged toward Zhang Yan.
He dismissed the tiny droplet entirely, thinking it posed no threat. But to his shock, it struck with a deafening "thud," like a massive hamr to the chest. His body was flung three to four yards away, leaving him unable to rise.
The You Yin Heavy Water carried imnse weight in every droplet. At such close range, how could one withstand it? Fortunately for Mo Tianhua, his Xuan Guang was formidable, and Zhang Yan had restrained his strength slightly. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived the encounter.
Zhang Yan sneered coldly, flicking his sleeve to release six talismans. Without sparing another glance at the outco, he strolled into the Elixir Room and closed the door.
The six talismans adhered to Mo Tianhua’s chest, head, and four limbs. Though seemingly weightless as paper, they blocked the flow of spiritual energy throughout his body, disrupting his blood circulation in his limbs. Completely paralyzed, he lay sprawled on the ground.
Although struck by the You Yin Heavy Water, Mo Tianhua rely felt chest compression and internal disruption. His consciousness remained intact, but the talismans immobilized him. It was as if he had been pinned beneath an enormous mountain, unable to move. He silently cursed his predicant.
At that mont, footsteps approached from afar. Feeling ashad to be seen in such a state, Mo Tianhua feigned unconsciousness.
A voice from the distance murmured, "Isn’t that Brother Mo? Why is he lying here?"
Another person peered closer and deduced the cause, saying, "Looking at those talismans, did he perhaps offend Brother Zhang?"
"Oh, you an Zhang Yan from the Elixir Room? But he’s just a pill master! Brother Mo is under Elder Qi’s tutelage—how could he possibly lose to soone like him?"
"Hehe, you lack insight. That Brother Zhang is a true disciple. I saw with my own eyes that during the confrontation on the Flying Palace, he slew a fierce demon general in a single strike with a sword talisman. Brother Mo likely underestimated him and t his demise here."
Upon hearing this, Mo Tianhua’s heart shook in alarm, realizing he had crossed paths with a formidable adversary.
In his pride, he had never bothered to investigate Zhang Yan’s background. A little inquiry would have revealed his credentials. Now, a wave of resentnt surged within but remained lodged in his chest, unable to be vented. Internally, he scread, "Zhang Yan, you’re a true disciple, yet you waste your talents on crafting pills!"
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