Daoist Competition-Chapter 1080 - 280: When Virtue Rises a Foot, Evil Rises Ten

After another hour, the clouds cleared and the rain stopped. The daylight gradually descended, and it was already the time of Shen. Over ten streaks of tunneling light dispersed from the peak of Qingdan, returning to the various mountaintops.

Before a stick of incense burned out, the profound sound of bells and chimes echoed from the mountain top, spreading throughout the mountains.

Thousands of cultivators on both banks knew that the sound of these bells and chimes signaled the commencement of the Sword Fighting Conference. All were excited, craning their necks to watch the sky.

Elder Ying Ya, holding a horsetail whisk in his arms, stepped up to the Dharma Platform at the peak. This was the highest point of Chengyuan Gorge. He gazed around, capturing the full scenery of the mountains and rivers.

He took out and unfolded a talismanic script, laid it on the offering table, bowed, then backed away a few steps, instructing a child to come forward and light the incense and candles. After burning halfway, he moved his hand into a spell gesture, murmured a few words, and then pointed to the talismanic script. Suddenly, the talisman emitted a brilliant light, trembling gently. After a while, a majestic sound, like a surging tide, came from beyond the heavens, vast and grand.

After another moment, dense Gang Clouds in the sky seemed to be stirred, suddenly opening a crack. A pillar of clear light, ten thousand feet long, pierced the sky. Amidst the snowflake-like starlight, a palm-sized, golden talisman floated down gently.

But no one expected that the first token talisman, floating leisurely, would drop onto the mountain peak guarded by the Demon Sect disciples.

Elder Ying Ya sighed inwardly. Indeed, the Demon Dao’s aura was overwhelming, even the heavens favored them.

However, fortunately, only one token talisman descended this time. He was slightly relieved. If several had arrived simultaneously, a chaotic battle with the Demon Sect disciples was inevitable, which was not what he desired.

The Demon Sect people always had strange spells. Now, with the Demon Tribulation arising, they had many unprecedented Divine Power techniques. It was unwise to act rashly. One should slowly engage in fighting, probing their depths before finding a way to subdue them, which was the right course of action.

At this time, from within the Demon Cloud, a cultivator in black robes, with a dignified appearance and elegant demeanor, stepped out. He first looked at the token talisman, then turned around and bowed to the many Demon Sect disciples behind him, saying, "It should be I who goes to retrieve this talisman."

Feng Haiyang smiled and said, "I was going to ask Brother Gao to step forward, but didn’t expect the token talisman to go to your sect. It seems heaven favors us. Brother, this trip will surely be perfect."

The cultivator said nothing more, bowed again, and stepped onto a light cloud, floating gracefully downwards. In a moment, he landed on the mountaintop, slightly looking up, waiting for the talisman to arrive. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

On the peak of the Yao Yin Sect, Zhang Boyant pointed at the Demon Sect cultivator and said in a deep voice, "Master Zhang, this person is Gao Ruowang, a disciple of the Blood Essence Sect. Years ago, I was defeated by him. Although he is deeply cultivated, with demon skills far superior to his peers and high mastery of Escape Skills, he rarely fights head-on. He usually finds a way to dismantle his opponents’ techniques before killing them. Master, if you encounter him, be careful."

Zhang Yan nodded slightly. He had crossed paths with Blood Essence Sect disciples several times before, so he was not unfamiliar with them. Previously, he heard from Zhang Boyant that this person was renowned within the Six Great Demon Sects. It was necessary to carefully observe his techniques.

Elder Ying Ya pointed with his hand and shouted loudly on the peak, "Who among you is willing to fetch this token talisman?"

Chen Qingping from Hai Zhen Temple felt like he lost face earlier by failing to dispel the wind and rain. Now wanting to regain his honor, he shouted, "Fellow Daoists, allow this impoverished Daoist to go."

He leaped forward, transforming into a light rainbow, flying down ahead of the others straight towards the mountaintop of the Blood Essence Sect.

At this moment, disciples from all peaks were also observing attentively.

The Demon Tribulation had lasted for a thousand years. Although Xuanmen and Xuanmo had not truly begun to fight, a battle was inevitable. Over the millennia, Demon Sect disciples were well-versed in the Daoist Divine Power of the Ten Sects of Xuanmen, but they had yet to fully understand their opponents. This battle would reveal some insights.

Gao Ruowang, though a Demon Sect disciple, appeared very handsome. A clear beard fluttered under his chin, long eyebrows and phoenix eyes, his figure slender, clad in wide robes and large sleeves, with an appearance of immortal demeanor. Seeing Chen Qingping approaching, he smiled, waved his sleeve, and a gust of clear wind swept, blowing the descending talisman away, directly towards the Chengyuan River below.

Afterward, he looked at him with interest, seemingly waiting for him to choose whether to face him directly or to scramble for that token talisman.

Chen Qingping hesitated only for a moment, then suppressed his impulse, ignoring the talisman, and instead pointed forward. A peach wood magic sword flew out from behind him, emitting a dark light, slashing down swiftly.