It seems this is a trap set for Yan Chenghuan, and quite a large one at that. But why do they think they can threaten Yan Chenghuan? Why go to such lengths to lock her up?
Is this an overestimation of her or an underestimation of Yan Chenghuan? Is the main villain so easily threatened?
Zhang Xu couldn't understand it. Her mind wasn't as complicated as these people's, and thinking about it only gave her a headache.
With nothing else to do, Zhang Xu took a proper stance and began practicing.
Although she will eventually have to go back, and cultivation is of little use to her, having skills to rely on while staying in this world can help her suffer less.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged into her body like a vortex. This astonished those on the other floors of the pavilion who had been meditating with their eyes closed. Seeing the intense spiritual energy, they initially thought a disciple was about to break through to a higher realm. Upon closer inspection, however, they realized the energy was emanating from the first floor of the pavilion.
A group of old people quickly put on their clothes and rushed downstairs.
"Where did this disciple come from? Such good aptitude, he doesn't seem like someone from our sect," an elderly man with gray hair asked in a hoarse voice.
"If it's not from our sect, why don't we just snatch it?" Another sharp voice looked at Zhang Xu as if she were a delicious piece of meat, and couldn't help but lick its lips.
"Rob? Old ghost, after all these years you still haven't changed your ways. Can't you teach me a lesson with your broken hand?" The hoarse voice couldn't help but mock.
Upon hearing this, the shrill-voiced woman flew into a rage: "You damned nun, say that again and I'll chop you off with one hand!"
As they were talking, the two men were about to fight, and the room was instantly filled with tension and a palpable sense of impending conflict.
"Stop arguing!" It was another kind-looking old man who spoke up. "Since you're in my Yunyan Pavilion, you must be a disciple of my sect, so what's all the fuss about!"
Upon hearing this, the two men stopped what they were doing and turned their backs: "I sensed it first, this talent should be mine."
A hoarse voice spoke, followed by a sharp, defiant one: "It has to be mine!"
"I get it!"
"I get it!"
"You dare to try and take it from me?"
"So what if I robbed them? I haven't taken on any disciples for years. That bastard Yin Yuli can take them on, but I can't. She even locked me up here. Now that a promising talent is being offered to me, it has to be mine."
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The tension that had been building was rising again, and the two looked like they were about to fight again. But the kind old man spoke up once more: "Judging from her appearance, she seems to be comprehending the Tao. You two stop arguing and wait until she wakes up."
Even though they were unwilling and disliked each other, the two still sat down and stared at Zhang Xu with rapt attention, as if they were waiting for her to open her eyes so they could tear her apart and devour her.
Zhang Xu was unaware of the conflict caused by her; she simply absorbed the surging spiritual energy quietly.
In any case, having strength is always better than having none.
Yan Chenghuan watched as Zhang Xu left without hesitation with Rong Yue and her group, and a dull feeling still lingered in his heart, as if someone had struck him with a blunt object.
Even though this was the result I wanted, I was still a little unhappy to see this scene.
Zhang Xu acted so decisively, without the slightest hesitation. She really is a heartless woman.
On the day of the grand event, travelers thronged the streets, and everyone's face was filled with joy, as if unprecedented wealth was right before their eyes.
Yan Chenghuan, disguised as Tao Weng and holding Tao Weng's invitation, easily entered the gate of Hehuan Gate.
The Hehuan Sect's grand event was held in the large square behind the Martial Arts Hall.
When Yan Chenghuan arrived, the square was already crowded. He quietly chose a spot that wasn't very conspicuous but still offered a view of the center of the square, rolled up his sleeves, and stared blankly into the crowd.
In the center of a huge square, there was a circular platform, presumably for a place to exhibit that flower.
The Hehuan Sect invited quite a few people this time, and almost all the well-known rogue cultivators in the cultivation world came. On the contrary, no one from the regular sects was invited.
Besides Rong Yue and Lu Qinglan, whom Yan Chenghuan already knew.
None of the renowned sects in the cultivation world, such as Zhongping Temple, Dacheng Mountain, and Linggui Valley, came.
While Yan Chenghuan was still lost in thought, a sudden gust of wind came from her shoulder. Yan Chenghuan reacted instantly and dodged it with a swift movement.
"Brother, what skill you have!" the man exclaimed in admiration upon seeing this.
Yan Chenghuan looked displeased, his murderous intent hidden in his folds, as he coldly stared at the person who had made the move.
The man was dressed in a black robe, with a fair and delicate complexion peeking out from under the hood. However, his voice was truly unpleasant, like fingernails scraping against cloth, hoarse and broken.
"Hey, hey, hey! Why are you so angry! Brother, didn't you know that there would be a contest later when you came to this conference?"
Yan Chenghuan tilted his head back, his aged voice revealing, "So what if I know?"
"Hey, don't be angry! I just thought your style of dressing was unique and I wanted to make friends with you."
“I don’t want to!” Yan Chenghuan replied coldly.
"Oh no, wait!" Seeing Yan Chenghuan about to leave, the man hurriedly followed. "I am a small-time cultivator from Cangzhou. My name is Yan Xunchou, and I am sixteen years old!"
Yan Chenghuan stopped walking into the crowd and turned around to stare at her: "What did you say your name was?"
Yan Xunchou was wearing a hood, so her face couldn't be seen, but Yan Chenghuan felt a familiar aura coming towards her.
The seed of inner demon within him suddenly began to stir.
Suddenly, the square became noisy. When Yan Chenghuan turned around, she found that the person named Yan Xunchou had disappeared.
Yan Chenghuan frowned, a bad feeling creeping into his heart.
The Hehuan Sect is not considered strong in the cultivation world, but it has a great reputation because the sect is entirely composed of women, most of whom are beautiful.
Petals fluttered in the square, just like the way Elder Yin made his entrance—the fragrance of flowers preceded his arrival.
Most of these people were solitary cultivators who had never seen such a grand scene before. For a moment, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers, and everyone in the area looked up, wanting to see who was at the end of the fragrance.
"They're here, they're here!"
"It's Ningyan!"
"The sect leader's disciple in this area of the Hehuan Sect!"
"Oh my! How beautiful!"
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The person who emerged from the fragrance of flowers had alluring eyes and skin as smooth as jade, radiating the colors of spring. For a moment, it was impossible to tell whether the flowers were more captivating or the person was more alluring.
Such a color, when applied to Yan Chenghuan, is nothing more than a withered beauty, nothing to boast about. Moreover, with Rong Yue, a gem of beauty, preceding her, such a person is indeed unappealing.
Seeing that everyone around her looked so dazed, Yan Chenghuan couldn't help but back away in disgust.
Ningyan was quite satisfied with the expressions of the people in the room, but when she noticed the look of disgust on the face of the person in the corner, her beautiful eyes immediately flashed with a hint of anger.
"Fellow Daoist, do you find this woman unbearable to look at?"
Ningyan landed on her tiptoes in front of Yan Chenghuan, and the strong fragrance of flowers made him sneeze.
Ningyan's expression turned even uglier.
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