Cultivation: I have an equipment slot

Chapter 79 Disciple Zhang Yan, Knocking on the Mountain to Inquire about the Way

Zhang Yan has been a member of the sect for quite some time now.

The name of the true lineage has been passed down through generations.

But upon closer reflection, he realized that he had never encountered a single true disciple.

"The true teachings..."

"Unlike us, they have their own place." Hearing Zhang Yan's words, Mu Sen's face showed a complicated expression: "I don't know the specifics either; you should ask your master."

"Alright." Seeing Mu Sen's expression, Zhang Yan nodded slightly. It seemed that this matter was more complicated than he had imagined.

But it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, he's a true disciple now, so he'll definitely find out when the time comes.

The day Zhang Yan became a true disciple.

The Qingheng faction held a celebration.

As is customary, Zhang Yan needed to walk step by step from the foot of Qingheng Peak to the main hall of the sect on Qingheng Peak, then burn incense and exchange his identity token.

During this period, as long as one's cultivation level does not exceed one realm of Zhang Yan's.

Both are open to challenge.

We can engage in verbal or physical confrontation.

"How about it?
"Are you nervous?" Mu Sen and his fellow disciples saw Zhang Yan off at the entrance to the mountain and asked him.

"What's there to be nervous about?" Looking at the towering mountain steps, Zhang Yan fluttered his Taoist robe.

Beside the steps leading up the mountain stood a group of disciples.

These disciples all came upon hearing the news.

There were members of the Qingheng Sect, as well as disciples from outside the sect.

They all looked at Zhang Yan with curiosity, their eyes filled with envy.

This is a true disciple!

"Alright, we'll leave you here. From now on, you'll have to walk your own path." Mu Sen said, taking a step back to give Zhang Yan some space.

"Okay," Zhang Yan said firmly.

"Disciple Zhang Yan, I humbly request permission to inquire about the Dao from this mountain." As Zhang Yan's words fell, a bell rang out from Qingheng Peak, its melodious sound resonating endlessly.

At the same time, Zhang Yan also stepped onto the steps.

"Zhang Yan, will you choose a literary contest or a physical one?" A cold voice came as Zhang Yan stepped onto the stairs.

"Any disciple is acceptable!"

After saying this, Zhang Yan began climbing the mountain step by step.

"Um?

This kid…

Upon hearing Zhang Yan's words, the expressions of the Golden Core cultivators on Qingheng Peak all changed.

They originally thought Zhang Yan would choose the literary contest.

Unexpectedly, this kid accepted all comers.

"This humble Taoist priest, Prince Yan, is in the late stage of Qi Refining. I invite you, junior brother, to engage in a duel." Just as Zhang Yan had taken a few steps, a cultivator suddenly blocked his way.

This man looked to be in his thirties, with a full beard, and his aura appeared to be at the eighth or ninth level of Qi Refining.

He looked at Zhang Yan leisurely, a strange expression on his face.

"broken.

"Won't Zhang Yan suffer an unexpected setback?"

Although the Golden Core masters did not descend the mountain, they continued to monitor everything with their divine sense.

Especially when they saw that someone at the eighth level of Qi Refining had gone up on stage.

Zhuge Wan and the others felt a sudden tightness in their chests.

This disciple is a bit out of touch with the rules.

If I tell you to go on stage and take on the challenge, would you really dare to go on stage and take on the challenge?
Don't you know that sometimes you shouldn't be so obedient?
Facing a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining.

Zhang Yan didn't take it seriously at all.

"Junior brother, be careful, my specialty is flying swords..."

The man spoke politely to Zhang Yan.

But before he could finish speaking, a golden light shot towards him.

He didn't even react.

A flash of golden light passed by, and a strand of hair slowly drifted down.

"Brother, thank you for letting me!"

Zhang Yan walked past the other person without turning back. "That spell just now."

Is it the Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword?
"I think only the Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword could achieve such speed."

The disciples had their own guesses when they saw Zhang Yan raise his hand to perform the spell.

"This can be considered a shortcut, after all, although the Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword is fast, its power is not good."

"Taking advantage of the opponent's lack of magical shield, I'll unleash a Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword right away. Even if I win, it won't be honorable!"

Zhang Yan defeated the Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator with his Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword.

Those present, however, felt that he was somewhat dishonorable.

"Hahaha, you think it's disgraceful? Then let me, Old Lei, do it." Just as everyone was discussing, Lei Wanbao suddenly stepped onto the steps and blocked Zhang Yan's way.

"Don't say that I'm bullying you, Lao Lei. I'll suppress my cultivation level to the same level as yours right now. You don't need to beat me. You just need to hold on for ninety breaths, and that will be your win."

Lei Wanbao looked at Zhang Yan with a grin, his eyes gleaming.

Although he admired Zhang Yan's comprehension and talent.

However, that doesn't stop him, Lei Wanbao, from holding a grudge!
He had been beaten up so many times because of Zhang Yan.

But he couldn't afford to bully Zhang Yan, a mere Qi Refining cultivator.

Now he has met Zhang Yan and become a true disciple.

He had been itching to come up and teach Zhang Yan a lesson for a long time.

Of course, he also knew what was important and what was not.

They definitely won't take Zhang Yan down directly.

Otherwise, the sect leader, Zhuge Wan, and even his own great-grandfather would not let him off the hook.

"Senior Brother Lei?"

Zhang Yan was quite surprised to see Lei Wanbao.

However, he did not back down in the face of Lei Wanbao's challenge; on the contrary, he was eager to try.

“I agree to your challenge.” Zhang Yan thought for a moment and nodded slightly.

"Then junior brother, you'd better be careful!" After Lei Wanbao finished speaking, he immediately reached out and cast a defensive spell on himself.

The spell has just been cast.

He then heard a whooshing sound.

It is Zhang Yan's Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword.

"Hehe, a mere Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword can't do anything to my magic!" Seeing the golden light, Lei Wanbao didn't even bother to dodge. The Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword was just a spell to exterminate insects!

They actually wanted to use it to attack me!

However, something that soon surprised him happened.

The Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword actually pierced through his defensive spells and headed straight for his vital points.

"What the hell!"

Lei Wanbao cursed angrily and then quickly dodged, but then more Gengjin Grass Pheasant Swords came one after another, giving him no room to breathe.

But he was, after all, a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

With the help of divine consciousness, he was able to barely dodge the attack.

However, this is far from over.

Because in addition to the Gengjin Grass Pheasant Sword, Zhang Yan also released the Golden Bamboo Sword.

The flying sword pierced the air with a hissing sound, making Lei Wanbao feel a tingling sensation all over his body.

"Mystic Spirit Ring!" Lei Wanbao had no choice but to touch a ring on his hand.

An earthen-yellow shield immediately rose up.

This Xuanling Ring is a top-grade magic artifact; the shield it generates can withstand attacks from those at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining.

However~
"Boom~"

Zhang Yan's Golden Bamboo Sword easily broke through the shield and reached Lei Wanbao's forehead.

"Click~" Lei Wanbao reached out and actually pinched the Golden Bamboo Sword with two fingers.

"Senior brother, you flatter me." Zhang Yan smiled gently and said to Lei Wanbao.

"Junior brother, you're amazing!" Lei Wanbao's face was a little ugly. He originally wanted to take this opportunity to teach Zhang Yan a lesson, but he didn't expect that the other party's strength was beyond his imagination.

He now has the Golden Bamboo Sword between his fingers.

However, he had already used his Foundation Establishment stage cultivation.

He lost the contest!

(End of this chapter)