After a moment, the ones casting the spells seemed to realize they couldn’t find an opportunity, so they stopped their efforts and retreated.
The Daoist, seeing that no matter how much force he exerted, he couldn’t restore the spiritual mechanisms, was rendered speechless for a while, then said, "These people are numerous and powerful, what can we do?"
Wen Qingxiang furrowed his brow slightly, then quickly returned to his usual composed expression, saying, "Now that Zhang Yan has the Mingcang and Shaoqing Sects working together to shield him, it seems we have no opportunity this time. Let it go, when Qingping returns, we can learn the details anyway."
The Daoist deeply agreed, knowing that with the Cave Heaven True Masters of the two great Xuanmen sects involved, persisting would only lead to losses.
He thought for a moment, then said, "Zhang Yan is a rare talent in Xuanmen that only appears once in thousands of years. With the spiritual mechanisms now muddled, he might act without reservations, and Qingping might not be his match. Should we call him back?"
Wen Qingxiang resolutely refused, saying, "This operation, from top to bottom, was personally planned by Qingping. Calling him back now would clearly tell the disciples that we think he can’t defeat Zhang Yan. How would he command respect in the future? Better to fight, even if we lose, we won’t lose our spirit."
The Daoist thought about it and slowly nodded.
Feng Qingping carries a Protective Talisman, so even if overpowered, he can escape, and by then we can still learn the details of this battle.
At the same moment, Zhang Yan was riding his sword light, rushing towards the Mountain Gate of the Beichen Sect.
In fact, he arrived before the Beichen Sect’s plea for help via Flying Book reached him. However, as Demon Cultivators from the Yu Yuan Tribe are hidden across the Great Rivers and Lakes of the North East Splendor, and the Demon Sect Elders didn’t conceal their tracks as they flew, it was effortlessly detected and transmitted to him. Learning this, he immediately flew over.
At this moment, he suddenly heard Shen Baishuang’s voice in his ear, "Zhang Yan, we have already concealed the spiritual mechanisms over a radius of a thousand miles, no one can spy here, so soon you can act freely without tarnishing the Mingcang Sect’s prestige."
Zhang Yan’s tunneling light paused slightly, then sped forward again.
After flying for ten more breaths, a blood-hued Spirit Light rose in front, its Radiant Light illuminating dozens of miles. A white-clothed Daoist holding a Green Jade Flute stood above the blood light, looking down and bowing, "True Master Zhang, I, Feng Qingping of the Blood Essence Sect, have been waiting here for a long time."
Zhang Yan halted his tunneling light, returned the courtesy, then smiled faintly, "Fellow Daoist, blocking me here, do you think that without me, you can take down the Beichen Sect?"
Feng Qingping’s face was full of determination, "True Master Zhang, I have already thoroughly investigated how many disciples you can mobilize from Zhao You Heavenly Pond. Your faction’s Peng Yuzhou has gone to Linqing Temple. Even if all your disciples come out, they won’t make it in time to aid. In this game, I have won over you."
Zhang Yan smiled, "Daoist Feng, those I can mobilize may not necessarily be just from my Mingcang Cultivators."
Feng Qingping chuckled, "Why pretend to be calm, Daoist? I know you’ve subdued the Yu Yuan Tribe, but how does that help? No matter their numbers, they’re no threat to me."
Unless they are Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivators, he was confident that six Nascent Soul Elders from his sect could handle any situation.
Zhang Yan smiled, "Daoist Feng, you may have misunderstood, the person I speak of is also from Xuanmen. During the Eighteen Sects’ swordfight, he visited Star Stone and has since cultivated to the Third Realm, like you and me."
Feng Qingping was taken aback, suddenly recalling someone, and his face changed slightly, realizing he had overlooked this person before.
Just at this moment, he sensed a disturbance in the spiritual mechanisms behind him, quickly turned to see a golden light talisman descending hundreds of miles away, followed by a vast spiritual mechanism covering the entire Dan Yang Mountain, and couldn’t help but exclaim, "Forbidden Locking Heaven and Earth?"
Zhang Yan chuckled lightly, "True Master Feng, if you retreat, I won’t pursue you, only contend with your fellow sect members."
Feng Qingping’s expression changed repeatedly upon hearing this.
Originally, he hadn’t planned to engage in a life-and-death duel with Zhang Yan, only trying to delay. If the situation looked unfavorable, he’d planned to retreat.
But now it’s different. If his fellow sect members face peril and he abandons them, even if he returns to his sect, he’d face severe punishment. In other words, he’s now bound here, without the advantage of free movement, needing to find a way for a swift battle.
Even if he rushed over now, it would be impossible to contend under the hands of two Nascent Soul Third Realm Cultivators. It’s better to desperately repel Zhang Yan before returning to aid, now just hoping those six Elders can hold on longer.
He gritted his teeth, cast away all distracting thoughts, eyes becoming exceedingly fierce, "Feng has miscalculated a move. Since I’ve fallen into fellow Daoist’s trap, it seems we cannot leave without a resolution between us."
Zhang Yan nodded, "Exactly."
Feng Qingping let out a loud shout, his body suddenly disappearing, then countless Blood Essence emerged, carrying pervasive Blood Evil energy, shrieking as they charged towards Zhang Yan’s position.
Zhang Yan stood still, a booming sound at his feet, vast water light surged upwards like a mighty tide, rushing out dozens of miles, the roaring sound shook the heavens.
The Blood Essence seemed aware of the danger; upon reaching him, they dared not rush in, diverting to the sides and back.
He raised his hand, clusters of fiery red light rose behind him, blazing brightly like the rising sun, casting magnificent rosy clouds, wherever they passed, the Blood Essence turned to ashes.
This was him purely using mana to wield Divine Skills, showing whose mana was deeper. In a duel, this move was the most direct and unreasonable.
Normally, when an opponent sees they lack mana, they’d find ways to evade, thus only wasting mana without necessarily injuring the opponent.
But he’s grasped Feng Qingping’s critical weakness, knowing the opponent couldn’t leave, nor could he let him escape, putting him at an extreme disadvantage, so he held nothing back, unleashing all his mana for the first time.
In an instant, all spiritual mechanisms within a hundred-mile radius were stirred by his profound mana!

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