Zhang Yan received the Ten Thousand Five Spirit Shells given by Tan Zhong and then drifted out of the Zhenyu Building with a leisurely grace.
At this moment, outside the Flying Tower, there was a young cultivator maneuvering a magic artifact, patrolling around.
This person had only Ming Qi cultivation, but when he saw Zhang Yan emerging from the Flying Tower, he didn’t dodge or avoid, instead showing a joyful expression as he stepped forward, exclaiming with delight, "It truly is the senior here, when we parted last time it was in such a hurry, I didn’t have the chance to ask for guidance. What good fortune for Pang Zhang, today I can once again see the senior’s celestial visage."
He had just received a command from Sima Daoist and secretly found his way here, knowing Zhang Yan was in the Zhenyu Building. However, since the Tan Family disciple had old ties with him, he feared being recognized, so he did not want to enter. Now upon seeing Zhang Yan, he pretended to be an acquaintance and greeted him.
Zhang Yan’s gaze flickered; his mind was sharp. This person was a stranger to him, yet acted so familiar, surely having something to say to him in private. Given his current cultivation, he wasn’t afraid of the other playing tricks, so he went along with the man’s words and said, "So it’s Pang Zhang, it’s been some days since we last met. Hmm, come with me, Daoist I have some things I want to ask you."
Pang Zhang let out a long breath of relief; when he spoke to Zhang Yan just now, he was quite nervous. The cultivation gap between them was too vast. Even in the Immortal Market, judging by Sima’s demeanor, if Zhang Yan was displeased and casually killed him, there’d likely be no one to stand up for him,
The two moved aside, Zhang Yan stood with his hands behind his back, glanced at Pang Zhang, and said, "You can say what you came to say."
Pang Zhang bowed respectfully to him, half-true and half-false, he said, "Senior, I came here also entrusted by a teacher, who instructed me to inform you that outside this Immortal Market, there seem to be two people harboring ill intentions towards you. It’s just that they’re afraid to act while we’re in the Immortal Market, so please be cautious after you leave this place."
Upon saying this, he dared not linger, bowed to Zhang Yan once more, and took his leave. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the novel·fire·net
Zhang Yan looked at this person’s retreating figure, and smiled indifferently. Given his current cultivation, unless it was a Nascent Soul True Master coming his way, even if he couldn’t defeat them, he could still use an escape skill to withdraw in time.
If he were still a Xuan Guang Practitioner, upon hearing such words, he would have naturally pondered carefully, thoughtfully devised, fully comprehending every detail, before daring to act boldly. But now he didn’t need to consider whether what this person said was true or false; if anyone dared to block his path, he would simply wield his sword against them. This was the difference brought about by different cultivation realms.
At this moment, Hou Boxu and Mrs. Xu were patiently waiting in a palace, just waiting for Zhang Yan to leave before making their move.
For some unknown reason, Hou Boxu suddenly felt a little uneasy.
As if with his level of cultivation, deep down, he could sense some omens regarding his own fortune and disaster. But these were often just sudden thoughts, or a mere impulse mixed among countless other whims; if not paid particular attention to, they would be forgotten in moments.
Yet, the current restlessness was persistent, casting a shadow over his heart.
After meeting with Mrs. Xu, he learned that the reason Zhang Yan could continuously kill peers in the outer sea was because he knew a secret technique that seemed to raise his own cultivation to the standard of a Hua Dan Cultivator for a short time. However, after further discussion, they concluded that this technique couldn’t last, so they didn’t need to worry too much.
Touching the "Five Spirit White Carp Shuttle" in his sleeve, Hou Boxu’s heart calmed again.
He sneered inwardly, considering that with the treasure granted by the Xiao Family in hand, even if the junior had secret techniques, he was ultimately just a Xuan Guang Practitioner, how could he be their match?
This object had once emerged from the Great Void Defense Array; he knew his nephew had perished in the Dead Array. At that moment, he felt utterly despondent.
For decades, he had been stuck at the first realm of Hua Dan, struggling to progress in cultivation, but to no avail. Now, aging and frail, he realized he had no hope of further cultivation in this life, having only a sliver of hope in reincarnation and cultivation anew.
Hou Sanlang, however, was the most outstanding disciple of his clan, with prospects for Solidifying Pill results. If achieved, he might guide his reincarnated self into Xuanmen in the future.
Therefore, he had painstakingly nurtured Hou Sanlang for years, but now all had turned to naught. He consequently poured all his hatred onto Zhang Yan; if not for him, how would his nephew have met such a fate?
Thinking of this, his hatred surged, glancing over to find Mrs. Xu’s eyes flashing with cold light, her fair face twisted, murderous, clenching her teeth. He was confident that in the battle against Zhang Yan, without needing much prompting, she would be the first to charge.