Chapter 92: Enemy Zhan Yao has been my enemy since childhood.
In Tianyan, the Guizang Hall where the headmaster resides is the most magnificent building.
But compared to the huge flying boat in front of it, it can be described as "simple".
This flying boat was more than several hundred feet wide and taller than a nine-story pagoda. It was made of large, thick, and complete pieces of ancient wood, carved with patterns of flowing clouds and dragons, and gilded with gold and jade, and embellished with countless gems. At first glance, the entire flying boat looked like a huge and majestic dragon that was about to soar into the sky and soar across the sky.
"Is this... the 'Yun Zhuiyue' of the Wuding Sect?" Zhao Yueyue asked uncertainly.
Xu Huaiyan held a picture album he had found somewhere in his hand. He looked at it for a few seconds and confirmed, "Yes, this is it."
Perhaps because it occupied too much land and had nowhere to stay, the huge flying boat was half-suspended between the mountains and fields. Because it was close, the colorful gems inlaid on the hull sparkled in the bright spring sunshine, so bright that people could not open their eyes.
After finally getting used to the dazzling light, I discovered that the cabin built high on the deck actually held a different world.
There were warehouses of varying sizes, scattered high and low, like landscape gardens of varying sizes, embedded in the boat. Each scene had its own unique features, with mountains and water, planted flowers and trees, plaques and stone tablets, pavilions and towers.
Compared with the exquisite scenery on the boat, the natural and original scenery on Tianyan Mountain actually appears to be much more rugged.
Xiao Yan held his chest and looked up at other people's flying boats with envy. "I take back what I said before. Flying a sword is not that exciting at all. Does Tianyan have a flying boat like this? I must work hard to advance. Wait for the next Dharma Assembly, and then follow the master and master to ride the flying boat to Taixu Sect."
Xu Huaiyan flipped through the booklet in his hand again, shaking his head regretfully. "We at Tianyan have always advocated simplicity. Although we have flying boats, they are used in times of war. For daily travel, we either fly on swords or use teleportation arrays. Past ceremonies also used a larger teleportation array."
Xiao Yan: “…”
Just when everyone was disappointed, a door at the highest point of the flying boat slowly opened from the inside. The disciples of the Wuding Sect who came by boat formed two teams and lined up in order from the height to form a long passage leading to the exit on the deck.
Such a formation is naturally to welcome Liang Daoheng, the leader of Wuding Sect.
From the open door, a slightly broad figure appeared before everyone.
He was wearing a black Taoist robe with intricate patterns embroidered with gold thread on the sleeves and hems. He wore a gold and jade hair crown on his head. In addition to his sword, he had several large jade pendants hanging from his waist, which held down the robe below his waist and prevented it from flying in the wind.
Even the Nine Lotus Sword, which is said to be one of the five most famous swords in the world, has its hilt and scabbard plated with gold and inlaid with various dazzling gems, making it look much heavier than other swords.
He was wearing so many heavy gold, jade and gems, and even his body was heavier than other cultivators, but he still lifted everything with ease and walked with grace.
This is the legendary leader of the Wuding Sect, Liang Daoheng.
He was accompanied by several young disciples, presumably some of the disciples who were attending the Dharma Assembly. One of them, a young male cultivator dressed in a gray robe and with a serious expression, stood closest to Liang Daoheng and was the most inconsistent with the flamboyant style of the Wuding Sect.
Qi Yuanbai, who had not appeared in the sect for a long time, also showed up in person to welcome the people from Wuding Sect and Taixu Sect. Seeing Liang Daoheng arrived first, he brought several elders of the sect to greet him.
"Master Qi, it's been a long time since we last met. I hope you are doing well!" Liang Daoheng was not only sturdy in stature, but also had an exceptionally loud voice. As soon as he opened his mouth, he brought out a high-spirited atmosphere, which matched perfectly with his luxurious and stunning flying boat.
"I have specially brought some gifts for your esteemed sect." He waved his hand, and immediately several disciples came forward carrying two huge wooden boxes and opened them in front of everyone.
A box full of shining high-quality spirit stones appeared before everyone.
"Really... wealthy and powerful." Xiao Yan opened his mouth, which had been open since a while ago, and uttered this sentence with difficulty, "As expected of a sect that owns three major mineral veins, even the gifts are directly given as spirit stones."
The reason why Wuding Sect can withstand Liang Daoheng's extravagance is that it owns three mineral veins that produce spiritual stones. Eighty percent of the spiritual stones in the world come from these three mineral veins.
Everyone showed envious eyes, only Mu Fuyun didn't pay much attention to it. Instead, he looked at the gray-robed male cultivator behind Liang Daoheng a few more times.
"This one...why does he look familiar?"
Upon hearing this, the others followed her gaze and for some reason, they all felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"I've obviously never seen it before." Qi Man scratched the back of his head and asked in confusion.
"Master, it's better to put away the flying boat first. If Junior Sister Huailian sees it, she will blame you again." The male cultivator stepped forward and suggested to Liang Daoheng expressionlessly, obviously somewhat repulsed by such an extravagant scene.
"How dare she? I'm her biological father. I'm doing her a favor. How could she not appreciate it?" Liang Daoheng blew his beard and glared, disapprovingly. "Zhan Yang, stop exaggerating."
The word "Zhan Yang" immediately attracted the attention of Mu Fuyun and others.
More than a dozen people turned to look at Zhan Yao, who had an expressionless face.
“It really looks like it.”
"Inherited...facial paralysis?"
Zhan Yao's expression trembled, but he quickly maintained his icy demeanor and nodded calmly: "Yes, he is a cousin of my family. He became my disciple two years earlier than me."
"Sure enough, I guessed right."
Just as they were joking with each other, a group of dark shadows gathered together in the blue sky again.
Nearly a hundred monks in black robes were seen riding long-necked white cranes, gracefully coming from the horizon.
"It's someone from the Taixu Sect!" This time, Xiao Yan recognized him without Xu Huaiyan having to flip through the book. "The place where the Taixu Sect is located is rainy and humid, with lush vegetation. You can often see rare and exotic animals and flowers. He came riding a crane, so he must be from the Taixu Sect!"
The nearly one hundred monks were all wearing black robes and hair crowns, making it difficult to distinguish them at first glance.
However, the one in the lead, with a red cloud embroidered on his black Taoist robe, was extremely dazzling. He was the head of the Taixu Sect, Master Hongmeng.
He was accompanied by a young female cultivator of about seventeen or eighteen years old. Although she looked somewhat like Liang Daoheng, she did not have his kind and blessed appearance. Instead, she was bright and beautiful, with affectionate eyes, and her gaze was as clear as autumn water. It was obvious that she was his only daughter, Liang Huailian, who later became a disciple of Master Hongmeng.
She was originally talking to two disciples beside her, when she suddenly caught sight of the flying boat still hanging in the air below, and Liang Daoheng, who was covered in gold, jade and gems, and wanted to blind others with his brilliance. Her face immediately turned cold, and she no longer cared to talk to others. She urged Baihe to speed up and be the first to land next to the flying boat.
"It's so embarrassing." She turned her back to the flying boat, obviously not wanting to look at it any more, and her tone was full of disgust. "Put it away quickly, or don't tell me you're my dad."
Liang Daoheng's expression froze. Meeting his daughter's undisguised glare of disdain, he suddenly said awkwardly, "How can you talk to your own father like that? I, I, I, this is pomp and ceremony. After all, I'm the head of the sect. I can't be too ordinary, can I?"
Liang Huailian rolled his eyes, without saying a word, he simply turned around and went behind Master Hongmeng who had also landed, and stood with the people from Taixu Sect.
Liang Daoheng looked at his daughter joining another team with aggrieved face, and he was powerless to do anything. He could only walk forward with envy and hatred and greet Master Hongmeng.
Zhan Yang said coldly, "Master, I'm right."
Liang Daoheng turned around and glared at him: "Shut up right there! Take them and put the flying boat away!"
Zhan Yang expressionlessly directed the disciples of Wuding Sect to set up formation barriers at several locations around the flying boat. At his command, everyone activated the formation together.
The huge flying boat disappeared out of thin air in front of everyone.
The originally crowded space suddenly became spacious and open. The disciples gathered nearby subconsciously spread out a little, and the crowd of people became clearer.
Liang Huailian, who was standing behind Master Hongmeng, suddenly turned his head and looked towards the Tianyan disciples, as if he was looking for someone. While scanning them bit by bit, he asked Zhan Yang, "Senior Brother Yang, where is Zhan Yao? Have you seen her?"
As early as half a month ago, Mu Fuyun guessed from the discussions of his disciples that Liang Huailian was probably Zhan Yao's childhood enemy. The two had been chasing and competing with each other for many years. This time they met, it was likely that they would confront each other again.
Zhan Yao didn't show any surprise. She just took a step forward with a blank expression and said in a neither loud nor low voice, "I'm here."
Liang Huailian suddenly turned his head and looked straight at her, sizing her up and down. His eyes no longer contained vague affection, but a provocation that was eager to try.
Zhan Yao just stood there calmly, letting her look at him without any reaction.
"I haven't seen you for two years, and you're still the same. How boring." Liang Huailian curled his lips, half mocking and half annoyed, and said, "On my birthday, I thought I'd see you representing Tianyan to congratulate me, but I didn't expect someone else to come. You're right, you're just a new disciple, not qualified to represent the sect yet."
These words were full of provocation, and Hongying and others frowned when they heard them.
But Liang Huailian hadn't finished speaking yet.
She suddenly changed the subject and glanced to the side from Zhan Yao, but stopped abruptly when she saw Mu Fuyu.
"I heard that you met an opponent who was stronger than you in Tianyan. Let me see him for myself."
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