Luanming Rock is located in the north of Dragon Abyss Marsh, with jagged rocks piercing the sky, slicing clouds and splitting winds. It is a perilous reef-laden shoal where the water cascades down.
This place was originally a Blessed Land, but a major upheaval occurred a thousand years ago, causing spiritual mechanisms to become chaotic, and the clear and turbid lost harmony. Countless fragments of stone hung in the sky, forming a magnificent spectacle. Whenever a storm or high waves hit, these stones would be stirred, creating a roaring sound like tides, an immensely terrifying force.
Since Zhang Yan and Tu Xuan did not deliberately conceal their dispute, it soon spread throughout the mountain gate, causing quite a stir.
Not only did many low-level disciples within the sect come early to the island to wait, but even some disciples who were slaying demons outside the mountain rushed back overnight after receiving word from the Door Flying Sword Transmission to spectate the battle. Many masters and disciples who joined the sect in the last twenty years also came together, all to see Zhang Yan’s elegance.
Tu Xuan pondered that if he could win this battle, Zhang Yan’s previous achievements would drift away, dealing a fatal blow to his reputation. Even if not victorious, he wanted the clans to see his effort, so he widely invited relatives and friends to watch the battle.
Feng Zhen, being a fellow disciple brother with Tu Xuan, also arrived early. He was now a Hua Dan Cultivator and stood on a three-story Flying Tower that hovered in the air. From there, he looked around and saw the sky was filled with Magic Artifacts, densely packed, obscuring the sun and sky. He couldn’t help but exclaim, "I never thought this gamble between Zhang Yan and Brother Tu would attract so many people."
Beside him stood a middle-aged Daoist with high cheekbones and a broad chin. Glancing out indifferently, he said, "Zhang Yan almost flattened the Six Rivers and Four Islands back then and is quite renowned among the low-level disciples of the master-disciple lineage. Many disciples intentionally praised him; thus, such a scene is not surprising."
Feng Zhen sneered and said, "Foolish beyond words." He glanced around and suddenly caught sight of something, nodding his mouth, "Look, Xie Zongyuan is here too." ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ N()velFire.net
The middle-aged Daoist turned his head and indeed saw a young cultivator with a Prince Crown standing on a Dragon Tooth Large Boat, with over a hundred people following him, making a grand spectacle. He raised his eyebrows, "It’s said that Fourth Master Xie and Zhang Yan are close friends; it seems to be true."
Feng Zhen suddenly asked, "Brother Mo, what do you think are Brother Tu’s chances of winning this time?"
Brother Mo furrowed his brow and thought for a while, then said, "In these twenty years, Zhang Yan certainly hasn’t made no progress, so it’s hard to say. Under normal circumstances, they should have an even chance of winning, but on this Luanming Rock, Brother Tu has a slight advantage. Zhang Yan’s Sword Escape Skill is hard to execute here. Without other means, Brother Tu has a greater chance of winning."
Feng Zhen nodded, agreeing with this judgment. Although Tu Xuan’s Small Golden Core is not a true Golden Core, it can emit a weak Elixir Evil, which the Xuan Guang Practitioner cannot resist. If used well, the chance of victory is significant.
At this moment, a light rain started to fall in the sky. A Cloud Couch flying in the air lowered its Luo Wei Qiong Zhang, inside which a bewitchingly beautiful woman reclined lazily. She said to Huang Wan Ying, who was standing nearby, "I heard Sister personally witnessed Zhang Yan’s prowess twenty years ago?"
Huang Wan Ying let the cool drizzle fall on her face without wiping it away, holding her Dharma Sword in thought, "He was truly extraordinary, but the tallest tree in the forest is the first to fall, the mound protruding from the shore is the first to erode. His path is uncertain, and I am not optimistic about him."
Luanming Rock had never been so lively in a thousand years. After greeting those he knew, Tu Xuan went into the island to wait, and the crowd dispersed to one side, leaving the island open.
Tu Xuan looked around, feeling triumphant. Once so downcast, today he was the center of attention. Many disciples from Great Clans approached him, speaking nothing but praise, regardless of their true thoughts. He accepted it all calmly, feeling that choosing to fight Zhang Yan was the right decision. He only needed to defeat Zhang Yan to complete the perfect closure.
The crowd, fearing missing this moment, arrived early. However, after midday had passed, Zhang Yan had yet to arrive. Some people, dissatisfied, loudly complained, "Why isn’t Zhang Yan here yet? Could it be that he’s scared?"
As soon as these words came out, others immediately agreed, and those who disliked Zhang Yan went all out to disparage him, while many disciples of the master-disciple lineage were irate, retorting stubbornly, leading to a noisy commotion.