Zhang Yan’s face darkened, and as he was about to act, he heard another voice from within the white light: "Stop playing around, Xiao Yun’s life is at stake."
Soone in the air let out a loud laugh and said, "You’re lucky." The white light turned and descended towards the Detan Pavilion courtyard.
After Zhang Yan landed gracefully, he looked up and found that it wasn’t just this one white light; more than twenty beams of various colors had rushed into the Detan Pavilion. He dusted off his sleeves, squinted at the scene, sneered, and also walked towards it.
Upon entering the courtyard, he discovered that these lights were actually flying boats of various strange shapes. Around twenty people had gathered here, all youngsters of about thirteen or fourteen years old, with the oldest being no more than fifteen or sixteen. At the forefront, a boy was holding a spirit beast in one hand and pounding on the counter, shouting, "This is Senior Brother Su’s red-haired spirit mole, accidentally injured by the Flying Bear Elixir Evil. Old Man Chao, get a ’Taihua Pill’ quickly so I can treat it."
The Pavilion Master of Detan Pavilion, surnad Chao, was a tactful person who rarely offended others. At this mont, he wore a pained expression and said, "Young master, those Taihua Pills are made only three tis a year, and they have to be distributed to the Immortal Masters. Taking out just one is already a blessing, where am I supposed to find you a handful..."
The young boy showed impatience and scolded, "Why waste words, just get whatever you can!" The boys and girls behind him also began shouting abuses, but Pavilion Master Chao didn’t dare retort, nodding repeatedly in agreent. However, he didn’t move a step and just signaled the Manager beside him, who understood and imdiately ran out.
Zhang Yan stood at the door, looked at the spirit beast, and found that it resembled both a dog and a sheep, with four coiled horns on its head and fiery red fur. It was, however, on the verge of death, evidently suffering a serious injury. At that mont, the Manager ran out, only to be grabbed by Zhang Yan, who pointed inside and said, "I am Zhang Yan. Who are these people?"
The Manager was initially in a hurry to find several Deans, but was stopped by Zhang Yan. He was about to lash out but paused upon hearing the na "Zhang Yan." A shiver ran through his body, and he imdiately softened, speaking respectfully and submissively, "Reporting to Junior Master Zhang, they are all relatives of the true disciples from the Six Rivers and Four Islands."
The so-called Six Rivers and Four Islands are also pri cultivation cave mansions, but unlike the secluded and treacherous Spiritual Paper Island, they’re true Blessed Lands, not only rich in spiritual energy and scenic beauty but interconnected like pieces on a chessboard. The true disciples there also bond well with each other, forming a powerful force within the sect.
Zhang Yan nodded, pondered for a while, and considering that these were relatives of the true disciples, their flying boats destroyed, his status should lead him to engage them directly. There was no need to bicker with children, lest he becos a laughingstock.
With this in mind, he was about to leave, his feet already in motion, but then he heard the Manager say, "The one leading them is nad Feng Ji, and the one in red is called Zheng..."
Zhang Yan abruptly stopped and said, "Wait a mont, you said the leader’s surna is Feng?"
"Indeed, from the Feng clan, one of the Twelve Great Families."
Zhang Yan’s mind raced as he calculated every detail, imdiately changing his original intention. He secretly sneered, Feng Shang, oh Feng Shang, your Feng clan descendants stumbled into my grasp today; you can bla your bad luck.
He had wanted to trouble the Feng clan, fearing there’d be no good chance in the next decade, but Feng Ji had willingly delivered himself today; how could he let that go?
Moreover, he had a plan in mind. If executed well, he might drag this whole group of noble family disciples into the fray.
Zhang Yan released the Manager and strode into the inner hall, pointing at the spirit beast on the ground, demanding, "Pavilion Master Chao, what is going on here?"
Pavilion Master Chao did not recognize Zhang Yan and was montarily stunned. The Manager hurriedly whispered sothing in his ear. His expression changed slightly, and he stepped forward to bow, "So it is Junior Master Zhang. Please, have a seat inside."
Zhang Yan waved his hand and said, "I asked you a question. What is happening here?"
Pavilion Master Chao sighed repeatedly but kept silent.
He didn’t speak, and Zhang Yan wasn’t in a hurry, just stood there calmly.
Feng Ji, on the side, was growing impatient and shouted, "My family’s Xiao Yun suffered an evil injury and needs a ’Taihua Pill’ from your pavilion to counter the evil. What’s there to discuss? Chao Laoer, still not fetching the dicine?"
Upon hearing that, Pavilion Master Chao secretly cried out in distress.
According to the rules, these elixirs were not for spirit beasts. Still, an excuse could have been made, claiming urgent use for a true disciple, which might have been acceptable. But he couldn’t suggest it himself; otherwise, repercussions would follow. However, these noble family disciples were accustod to acting recklessly and hadn’t considered such a workaround.
Zhang Yan ignored Feng Ji and coldly asked Pavilion Master Chao, "How can dicine ant for humans be given to beasts?"
"You, you dare deny ?" Feng Ji turned angrily towards Zhang Yan.
Zhang Yan didn’t so much as glance at him, as if he did not exist, and simply advised Pavilion Master Chao, "Pavilion Master Chao, each hall and room, the elixirs have a quota. If there are shortages, you are liable."
Having said this, he turned and strode away.
"Don’t you leave!" Feng Ji shouted, raising his hand, sending a red beam towards Zhang Yan’s back.
Zhang Yan’s eyes flashed, he flung his sleeve, and a speck of green light shot out. Before anyone could see what it was, the red beam fell to the ground, revealed to be a small, entirely red axe, now dull and dim.
Zhang Yan was secretly pleased, realizing Feng Ji was rely thirteen or fourteen, simple-minded, easily manipulable. He had lain a simple trap, and Feng Ji had readily fallen into it.
However, he feigned anger on the surface, taking out a Life Summoning Jade Token and shaking it, declaring, "Sect rules stipulate, those who attack true disciples without cause are to be executed without rcy! Where are the Sea Stepping Warriors? Capture him for !"
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