Cultivation: I have an equipment slot

"Big Brother!"

Not only Huang Lian, but also the surrounding disciples were extremely excited to see Zhang Yan.

Am I too late?

Zhang Yan looked around at his many junior brothers and asked.

“It’s not too late!”

"This is only the first round."

"If you participate in the next round of the draw now, you can participate."

"And now, you are the prospective young master of the pavilion."

"However, the Pavilion Master may not want you to participate."

Huang Lian looked down at the high platform where the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master was and answered.

……

What level of cultivation does the Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion possess?

He noticed Zhang Yan the moment he appeared.

"This boy."

"Why did they have to leave the pass at this particular time?"

The master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion looked at Zhang Yan from afar, his expression a mixture of surprise and delight.

"Pavilion Master."

"The young master's aura... is it at the mid-Nascent Soul stage?"

The surrounding Heavenly Lords also noticed Zhang Yan, their faces beaming with joy.

That's right.

He broke through to the Nascent Soul stage and then went into seclusion for eleven years.

Zhang Yan's cultivation level has reached the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm!

Moreover, his aura was extremely restrained; even though they were both at the Nascent Soul stage, no one could discern his cultivation level.

That is, the Heavenly Emperor present could see through it at a glance.

"Eleven years ago."

"Young Master can."

"At the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, the destruction is comparable to a full-force attack from a late-stage Nascent Soul realm cultivator."

"Now I'm probably able to hold my own against even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator!"

The heavenly rulers looked at each other, extremely pleased.

Zhang Yan was not only exceptionally talented.

This cultivation speed is truly astonishing.

This gave the many Heavenly Kings a huge surprise.

"With the young master's strength."

"In the competition, they will at least be in the top three."

"Sect Master, such strength is already quite formidable."

A celestial lord in a crimson robe spoke to the master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

They had previously been worried.

Zhang Yan's cultivation level is too low.

Participating in the Five Great Competitions, they didn't even have the strength to protect themselves.

Zhang Yan has now broken through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

His strength is also extraordinary.

They are fully qualified to participate in the Five Great Competitions.

"You think I don't know?"

"But how can those five major competitions be treated like child's play?"

"Over the years, the casualties of our Divine Weapon Pavilion have always been more than half!"

"And every time, we end up at the bottom. We've been at the bottom for over a thousand years, so what's one more time?"

“But Zhang Yan is different; he is an unprecedented tenth-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.”

"If he perishes, where will my Divine Weapon Pavilion find another genius like him?"

The Pavilion Master of Divine Weapons had a gloomy expression and questioned him.

It's not that he's protecting his own.

They couldn't bear to let Zhang Yan take the risk.

The Five Sects Competition, however, was far too dangerous.

What does it mean that more than half of the casualties were killed or injured?
Two disciples participated in the competition, but only one disciple returned intact.

No one can guarantee it.

Was Zhang Yan one of the lucky ones?

Moreover, Zhang Yan had offended Yue Ping of Shenhuang Valley and Dongfang Yeyang of Yujian Sect in succession.

After the Five Sects Grand Competition began.

Zhang Yan will inevitably be targeted by the two major sects.

With Zhang Yan's strength, there is probably no longer any threat within the Nascent Soul realm.

But the Dharma Realm made a move.

No matter how extraordinary Zhang Yan's abilities are, he cannot possibly survive.

The master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion allows his disciples to take risks, but he does not allow his disciples to die in vain.

“What the Pavilion Master says is true.”

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Kings were immediately dampened by the cold water they had just received.

Zhang Yan's appearance brought them an unprecedented surprise.

They even became somewhat carried away with their pride.

The Divine Weapon Pavilion is now facing an increasingly difficult situation.

"Boy."

"I understand your thoughts."

"You want to contribute to the cabinet, but your current strength is not enough."

"You are still young. Your time to shine will come a hundred years from now when you break through to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

"Listen to your master's advice, you should go back to your cave and go into seclusion."

The master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion remained expressionless as he transmitted his voice to Zhang Yan from afar.

This is not the only time that the Five Sects Grand Competition has been held.

With Zhang Yan's talent.

A hundred years from now, he will surely reach the peak of the Nascent Soul stage.

At that time, with Zhang Yan's tenth-stage Nascent Soul, he would have been able to protect himself even when facing a Dharma Aspect Realm cultivator.

This was also a helpless move by the master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion.

If Zhang Yan had come from the Imperial Sword Sect and had powerful senior brothers and sisters to protect him, he wouldn't have this worry.

……

"Master..."

Zhang Yan was taken aback when he heard the voice of the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master.

He was well aware of the concerns of the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master.

But now he has been completely transformed.

He was no longer at the peak of the Golden Core stage.

Even in the brutal Five Sects Grand Competition, he was confident that he could lead his fellow disciples to improve the ranking of the Divine Weapon Pavilion by one or two places.

"Brother Huang."

"I'm going into the ring."

Zhang Yan had made up his mind. He said something to Huang Lian, then got up and stepped onto the arena.

They are currently preparing for the second round of the draw.

Everyone on the platform noticed Zhang Yan.

"It's Senior Brother Zhang!"

"He has emerged from seclusion."

Song Qizhen and Huang Yun'er were filled with mixed emotions when they saw Zhang Yan again.

"I knew it."

"Junior Brother Zhang, you won't miss such a grand event."

A faint smile appeared on Lin Qingyue's lips.

"Senior Brother Zhang."

Xiao Wanyi stared intently at Zhang Yan, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Zhang Yan?"

Was he doing it intentionally or unintentionally?

Zhou Yuan also immediately recognized Zhang Yan as the biggest obstacle.

Whether you did it intentionally or unintentionally.

"In this selection competition, you are destined to be trampled under my feet!"

After his initial surprise, Zhou Yuan sneered inwardly.

He felt that way.

The selection process was boring.

Zhang Yan's arrival adds a lot of fun.

"Senior Brother Zhou."

"With Zhang Yan's strength."

"It's not certain. Even if I make it to the top ten, I probably won't run into you, senior brother."

The gray-robed junior brother next to Zhou Yuan said disdainfully.

"If we can't reach it."

"Let it go then, since he's only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm."

"But if I run into him, I'll definitely make him crawl on the ground looking for his teeth."

Zhou Yuan looked smug and confident.

Eleven years ago.

Zhang Yancai broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.

Although Zhang Yan's specific cultivation level is not discernible.

But that seems impossible; he could break through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Even for a ninth-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, being able to fight across two minor realms is already extremely heaven-defying.

Crossing three minor realms is absolutely impossible!
This is Zhou Yuan's source of confidence.

"Big Brother!"

Amidst the cheers of his fellow disciples, Zhang Yan faced the stands where the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master was located.

"Master."

"My Lords."

"I want to participate in the selection competition and fight for the Five Sects in the Grand Competition!"

Zhang Yan bowed respectfully to the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master and the others, and loudly requested permission.

he knows.

If it were in private, the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master would definitely not allow him to participate in the competition.

Only on such an occasion, in front of everyone, could the Master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion be forced to agree.

After all, he is...

To contribute to the entire Divine Weapon Pavilion.

"This boy!"

"You're threatening me!"

The Divine Weapon Pavilion Master took a deep breath, wishing he could send Zhang Yan back right now.

"Zhang Yan".

"The selection competition has begun."

"You're too late; you're not eligible to participate."

The master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion remained expressionless and refused Zhang Yan's request.

"Pavilion Master!"

"I remember, the selection competition."

"Can I join midway through as long as it's not over?"

“A hundred years ago, the last time I participated, I didn’t arrive until the third round, and I was still qualified to participate.”

No sooner had the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master finished speaking than someone on the platform retorted, "Yes!"

"Isn't the selection competition meant to showcase our abilities?"

"How could that be? They're not qualified to participate?"

Many disciples below also raised questions.

"Zhou Yuan?"

The master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion looked at the speaker, his expression somewhat gloomy.

The new disciple may not yet understand his considerations.

However, Zhou Yuan had already participated in the Five Sects Grand Competition once.

It must be clear.

What does Zhang Yan mean to the Divine Weapon Pavilion?

“This week, Yuan.”

"It must be because I didn't accept him as my disciple."

"Holding a grudge in one's heart."

The master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion thought to himself.

"Pavilion Master."

"Junior Brother Zhang is your disciple."

"He has contributed to the Pavilion, why do you disagree? Isn't your disciple also a disciple of my Divine Weapon Pavilion?"

At this moment, another disciple spoke up, his words fierce, directly putting the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master on the verge of being roasted in a volcano.

This person wore a green robe, had a somewhat cold face, and exuded the aura of the Dharma Aspect Realm.

His identity is also somewhat connected to Zhang Yan.

He is Dongfang Fu, the fourth prince of the Yuhua Dynasty.

Although he and Dongfang Weibai were not born of the same mother.

But after all, he was Dongfang Weibai's elder brother, and in his eyes, Zhang Yan was indeed somewhat related to Dongfang Weibai's death.

Although he didn't know how, he was thinking of taking revenge on Zhang Yan.

But Zhang Yan caused Dongfang Weibai's death, so he must take responsibility.

The Five Great Competitions are mandatory.

Both the old and new generations of disciples spoke up.

Although the master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion was unwilling, he could not refuse outright.

"Since you all like to contradict each other."

"Then I, the Pavilion Master, will grant your request."

Shenbingge had an idea after a moment's thought.

"Zhang Yan".

"Since you want to participate, that's fine too."

"However, as my disciple, I am now giving you a task."

"During the competition, you must defeat Zhou Yuan, or you will be punished by being confined to your cave for a hundred years."

Under the watchful eyes of all the disciples, the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master pointed at Zhou Yuan and said to Zhang Yan.

"How did this get dragged into this?"

Zhou Yuan was dumbfounded.

Zhang Yan had heard of Zhou Yuan before, but this was the first time he had met him, so he couldn't help but glance at Zhou Yuan.

"Peak of the Nascent Soul stage."

Zhang Yan could tell Zhou Yuan's cultivation level at a glance.

Although the words of the Divine Weapon Pavilion Master were very eloquent.

But the real meaning was to prevent Zhang Yan from participating in the Five Sects Grand Competition.

If we lose to Zhou Yuan.

What's the difference between being confined for a century and directly participating in the next major competition?

"Sect Master..."

The Fourth Prince, Dongfang Fu, wanted to say something more.

"This is the decree of this Pavilion Master."

"I have already made concessions, do you intend to push your luck?"

The Divine Weapon Pavilion Master's gaze turned cold, and his imposing presence became apparent.

"Disciple dare not!"

Dongfang Fu quickly lowered his head.

"It seems the Pavilion Master also intends to."

"Use my hand to teach Zhang Yan a lesson."

"In that case, I'd better do my best!"

Although Zhou Yuan kept his head down, he was secretly delighted.

This is a great thing for him.

"The competition continues."

"Begin the second round of the draw!"

The master of the Divine Weapon Pavilion withdrew his gaze and announced loudly.

Although there were some minor hiccups.

But Zhang Yan still managed to participate in the competition as he wished.

In the second round of the draw, Zhang Yan surprisingly drew an acquaintance.

"Senior brother."

"Be gentle."

Huang Yun'er held the number corresponding to Zhang Yan's and said with a wry smile.

She never even considered it.

I will be Zhang Yan's first opponent.

Despite saying that, Hwang Yoon-ah was very serious.

She wanted to know just how big the difference was between a ninth-stage Nascent Soul and a sixth-stage Nascent Soul.

The first few rounds of the battle.

Because there are too many people.

Therefore, they take turns.

Soon it was Zhang Yan and Huang Yun'er's turn.

"How did Junior Brother Zhang run into Sister Yun'er?"

On the viewing platform, Huang Lian was both amused and exasperated to see the two of them fall into the same arena.

It's still there, though.

There are multiple opportunities in the competition, so even if Hwang Yoon-ah loses, she will not be eliminated.

……

In the arena.

Zhang Yan and Huang Yun'er took their positions at the same time.

"Junior Sister Yoona".

Zhang Yan looked at Huang Yun'er, who was still quite pretty, and exchanged pleasantries.

"Senior brother, you don't need to hold back."

"I want to see your true strength now, Senior Brother."

As soon as Huang Yun'er stepped onto the ring, her eyes burned with fighting spirit, as if she had become a different person.

"can."

Zhang Yan nodded.

No sooner had she finished speaking than Huang Yun'er took the initiative to act.

After breaking through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm, she commissioned someone to create a high-grade fourth-tier silk robe.

After being infused with magic, the silk can become both hard and soft.

Like a nimble serpent, she is extremely agile and difficult to deal with. In addition, with her metal element magic power, the ends of her silk robes are as sharp as magic swords, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

call out!
Four ribbons of silk simultaneously pierced the air, whistling as they hurtled towards us.

Under the infusion of the magical power of a sixth-stage Nascent Soul.

Each one is enough to suppress an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The brocade, resembling silk, flows with a porcelain-like sheen, warm and shimmering, meandering through the air.

Hwang Yoon-ah floated in the air, her figure swaying as she moved through the silk and satin.

In an instant, the silk ribbon pierced through hundreds of meters, heading straight for Zhang Yan's limbs.

Huang Yun'er is not worried that Zhang Yan will be hurt.

Zhang Yan, who was only at the late Golden Core stage, was able to suppress Shi Xiao, who was at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

It's impossible to break through to the Nascent Soul stage.

His cultivation level actually regressed.

"Senior brother."

"Why aren't you drawing your sword?"

However, seeing that Zhang Yan was standing still, Huang Yun'er still gave him a reminder.

"I don't need a sword."

Faced with Huang Yun'er's question, Zhang Yan shook his head and replied calmly.

"Senior brother, you are wrong."

"That's so disrespectful."

Upon hearing this, Huang Yun'er's eyebrows immediately furrowed.

call out!
The sound of something cutting through the air rang out again, and four more strands of silk ribbons appeared in mid-air from her sleeves.

Eight strands of silk are already her limit.

Although she admired Zhang Yan, this was a battle of wits, and she should at least force Zhang Yan to draw his sword.

Eight strands of silk ribbons stretched across the sky, exuding the powerful magic of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Senior Sister Huang is too ruthless."

"Just now, I only used two pieces of silk."

"To deal with the senior brother, he actually used eight at the same time; that's using his full strength!"

The surrounding disciples watched in amazement.

Facing Huang Yun'er's eight silk ribbons.

Zhang Yan still didn't draw his sword.

For him now, there is no need to draw his sword against cultivators of the same level.

What's more, it's Hwang Yoon-ah.

Zhang Yan stood frozen in place, as if he had been frozen in time.

He didn't move until Lingluo was less than ten meters away from him.

But it moves.

Only one finger.

Zhang Yan raised his right hand and tapped lightly with his index finger.

A single strand of the surging, brilliant magical power within the dantian is enough to cause a cataclysmic event!

The true meaning of thunder emerges.

The power of thunder in the void was drawn in.

Stab it!

Countless fragments of lightning coalesced into a lightning tree, which grew rapidly in the wind!

In an instant, it grew to 100 meters!
The seemingly indestructible silk, under the thunder, instantly transformed into a boneless snake and fell onto the arena.

And the lightning continued to spread!
"The True Meaning of Thunder!"

Huang Yun'er's pretty face turned pale, and she wished she could abandon Lingluo.

With this lightning strike, she is bound to be severely injured!
Fortunately, his opponent was Zhang Yan.

Stab it!

The lightning bolt reached within a meter of Huang Yun'er and vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.

Zhang Yan stood still, without moving an inch.

Huang Yun'er was pale and retreated a hundred meters, still feeling lingering fear.

"I lost."

Hwang Yoon-ah conceded defeat, her breathing rapid, clearly indicating she was not at peace. (End of Chapter)