Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 441 - 427 Yin Yang Weird Tong Xinchuan

Chapter 441: Chapter 427: Yin Yang Weird Tong Xin’chuan Chapter 441 -427: Yin Yang Weird Tong Xin’chuan In the grand hall, Elder Yang sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion and slowly stopped his lecture.

His sharp gaze fixed on the disciple who had suddenly stood up.

The commotion among the disciples below had actually all been noticed by him, but he had disregarded it, firstly because these cultivators from the Nanyang Sect were merely sitting in on a lesson.

After all, it was Elder Liu’s command—to teach some basic knowledge and pay some respect to their faces was the proper etiquette.

Secondly, as an elder of the outer sect, what teachings to convey and when was it the turn of these disciples to chatter about it.

It was one thing for them to whisper among themselves.

But now, standing up and openly disrupting the lecture was simply disrespectful to his elders.

Elder Yang reached out to grasp the chastisement ruler, just about to expel the disciple from the hall, when suddenly he heard Tong Xin’chuan’s response.

“…”

The elder slightly furrowed his brows, pondered for a moment, and then placed the ruler back down.

The Pure Moon Sect was the most encouraging of disciples debating with each other.

Although the timing wasn’t quite right, the matter could be dealt with after the debate was over.

The only thing he couldn’t figure out was, did these cultivators from the fragmented legacy of the Nanyang Sect even recognize the refined art of formations?

It couldn’t be that they thought the introductory material he had just taught was what constituted the so-called formations.

“Heh! Heh! Heh!”

The tall, thin disciple who had stood up was named Feng Yan, watched quietly by Tong Xin’chuan, he took a few deep breaths, then looked back at Elder Yang above.

It was over, in a moment of impulse, he had forgotten the elder was still lecturing.

Now with this statement hanging over him, sitting would be wrong, standing would be wrong, and if he really just caved in like this, wouldn’t it mean losing face for Elder Yang, and where would he have the right to listen to his teachings in the future.

“You dare to harm me!”

Feng Yan glared back, clenching his fist, “Pretty words are of no use; show your true ability if you dare. Let these bumpkins see the profoundness of the path of formations.”

Before his words even fell, the surrounding disciples immediately became excited and shouted, “Good! Brother Feng speaks well!”

“Let them witness the skills Elder Yang has passed on to us.”

While shouting, someone pushed an array plate over.

Upon hearing the disciples casually drag Elder Yang into it.

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The bright and vigorous young man sitting at the front slightly pinched his brows: “…”

He glanced back at Tong Xin’chuan.

Seeing the other’s expression remain calm, as if untouched by clouds or wind, not at all like someone rash and ignorant, in contrast, Junior Brother Feng Yan seemed to be completely led by him.

After a moment’s thought, he finally stood up.

“Ah! Brother Yan is interested too?”

Others saw this and grew even more excited.

In this hall with hundreds of disciples, only Brother Yan Wencheng was highly regarded by Elder Yang, seemingly poised to inherit his mantle.

Unexpectedly, such a trivial matter could attract his attention.

“Tsk.”

Li Qingfeng surreptitiously made a gesture to Tong Xin’chuan.

He had not been focused on listening to the teachings earlier, but on observing the disciples of the Pure Moon Sect.

This Brother Yan was the only one, besides Sect Master Shen and a few others, who was seriously listening to the elder explaining the basics.

This patience—how could it belong to someone impulsive?

The two communicated with their eyes for a moment.

“You came all this way specifically, you better not be here to embarrass our Sect Master Shen.”

“Get lost, idiot.”

Tong Xin’chuan took a deep breath, finally feeling a bit nervous, and slowly stood up, looking towards Yan Wencheng.

“No, where are you looking?”

Feng Yan suddenly realized he was being ignored and immediately grew angry: “I won’t bully you, you set up the formation, and I’ll break it!”

As soon as he said this, the rest burst into laughter.

This was not bullying at all; these people had just been seriously listening to the distinctions of formations, and now they were being asked to set up one on the spot, which seemed a bit too much to ask.

“Big Brother Shen, I want to try too.”

Xu Qing’er carefully tugged at Shen Yi’s sleeve, her eyes also fixed on Brother Yan, who was approaching at a slow pace.

“All right.”

Shen Yi was actually quite indifferent; to him, face and reputation were not too important.

Being merely at the first boundary of the Return to Void, even if he tattooed ‘Sect Master’ on his forehead, it would be useless.

Why bother putting on airs?

Besides, using this opportunity to gauge the standard of cultivators from outside would also help understand the dangers of this world.

“To discuss the Dao through formations, to express our individual understandings, without harming the amicable spirit,” he said.

Yan Wencheng walked over and sat down in front of Shen Yi, fetching a new Array Plate from the side and gently placing it on the table.

To his surprise, the Qi Training realm young girl actually took a seat with eager anticipation across from him and then curiously touched the Array Plate, “What is this, and how do you use it?”

As soon as she spoke, not only the other disciples, but even Yan Wencheng was momentarily taken aback.

He immediately gestured to silence the laughter of his junior brothers and sisters.

He explained seriously: “This item is called a Formation Array Plate. If you have seen it before, it can simulate any formation, capable of accommodating all the formations within the Return to Void boundary… of course, they are all illusory.”

Seeing his courteous demeanor, Elder Yang’s eyes were filled with a smile as he stroked his beard.

“So that’s how it is,” Tong Xin’chuan nodded and also sat down.

He tried a little and then channeled his Divine Soul into the Array Plate. After a long while, no formation emerged.

Feng Yan was startled for a moment, then forcibly suppressed the urge to mock and sat down… putting on an act, seemingly quite the part. The moment he made a move, wouldn’t he give himself away?

“Sorry, I haven’t dealt with formations in a long time.”

Tong Xin’chuan casually explained, as if organizing his thoughts.

The next moment, numerous formations emerged from his palm, all as tiny as grains of sand, falling onto the Array Plate.

It was from this moment on.

Silence suddenly enveloped the area.

“…” Many disciples gradually started frowning.

Tong Xin’chuan looked tranquil, his pale hands moving swiftly without a moment’s pause, as if he required no thought at all.

Whatever formation he was laying out, his proficiency alone made it clear he was no novice to formations.

Elder Yang paused for a moment, as if he noticed something.

Yan Wencheng also turned his gaze there, his expression slightly changing.

Compared to them, Feng Yan, sitting opposite Tong Xin’chuan, had a more obvious reaction. His eyes were fixed on the Array Plate, swallowing his saliva like mad as he watched the exquisite and profound formations symbols rapidly take shape.

After a short while.

Tong Xin’chuan finally retracted his Divine Soul and gently pushed the Array Plate forward, “Please.”

A simple word, yet it echoed incessantly within the great hall.

“You… you…”

Feng Yan wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He and his opponent were both Transcendent Cultivators, and their Divine Soul strengths were not far apart.

But what Tong Xin’chuan had laid out was clearly part of a Return to Void formation.

Furthermore, this formation was different from the norm.

It was permeated with two words.

Show off.

Many superfluous formation symbols appeared to be there just to increase the difficulty, actually serving no real purpose.

This indicated that the opponent still had strength to spare.

As Feng Yan looked back at Tong Xin’chuan’s face, he felt more than ever that the other party was feigning calmness, his eyes filled with mockery.

The piercing gazes all around made his cheeks burn with heat.

After a long silence, he said with a trembling voice, “I… I can’t break it…”

These words felt like a slap to the face of everyone present, making the proud Inner Sect Disciples all wear strange expressions.

Not even daring to try?

Elder Yang was still watching from above.

In contrast, Tong Xin’chuan casually dispersed the patterns on the Array Plate.

He tidied up his sleeves a bit.

Then he looked back at Feng Yan and said lightly, “Lucky, narrowly won by a margin, I appreciate the gesture.”