Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 23 Battle of Miaokou
After staying in Liu's house for two months, Zhang Hunyuan gathered everyone together one day.

"Senior Liu has already reported our relocation to Western Xinjiang and completed all the necessary procedures. We will depart tomorrow, first to Pingyuan County, and then board a merchant ship with other fellow Taoists heading to Western Xinjiang."

Lin Zixiang asked, "How are we supposed to get to Pingyuan County? Are we supposed to take a merchant ship?"

"Senior Liu has already made the arrangements. We will go directly to the market town and the Xuanyuan Sect's shop. They will arrange a merchant ship to take us to Pingyuan County at no extra charge."

"How long does it take to get to Xijiang County?"

"I don't know. Anyway, let's go to Pingyuan County first."

Everyone asked a lot of questions at once. The next day, Zhang Hunyuan said goodbye to Liu Zikai, and the group left Liu's house and went to the market.

Although there was no burden of spirit stones and baggage, it was impossible for so many people to have a flying magic weapon. For example, although Song Xian had a low-grade flying magic weapon, it was not as good as riding a horse. What's more, there were many people who didn't even have a low-grade flying magic weapon. Therefore, everyone rode horses.

At this time, everyone had put aside the heavy and sad feelings of leaving Qingyun Sect. Instead, they had a glimmer of longing for the future. They talked and laughed along the way, riding their horses at full speed.

The youngest among the group was only fourteen years old, named Jiang Zichen. He had just transcended the mortal realm not long ago and had a very young face. Since he had never ridden a horse before, he just climbed onto the horse and took a step, and fell off, landing on his back, which made everyone laugh.

Zhong Wenyuan reached out to pull him, wanting to pull him onto his horse and carry him along.

Although Jiang Zichen was young, he was very competitive and refused to ride with him, insisting on riding alone.

After gradually mastering the skills of riding, he became even more excited. He sometimes rode fast and sometimes slow. Sometimes he was at the front of the team, then he slowed down. When all the horses in the team had passed him, he would gallop up again and rush to the first place.

The group traveled during the day and hid at night for several days. One day, while they were on the road, a heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky. The rain poured down in sheets, and there was a howling wind.

There is nowhere to stop in the wilderness.

The crowd hurried through the rain and finally saw an abandoned temple. They went there to take shelter from the rain and tied their horses in the woods behind the temple.

At this time, everyone had become drenched, soaking wet, except Zhang Hunyuan.

This is because the robes he wears have the function of repelling water and keeping warm from the sun. When rain falls on his clothes, it slides down like an umbrella and does not soak his clothes.

Everyone inside the temple complained and chatted for a while. The rainstorm had come and gone quickly, and in less than half an hour, the sky had cleared up. Just as they were about to continue on their journey, they suddenly saw a group of people in the air not far away, riding on many flying instruments, heading towards them.

Zhang Hunyuan's expression changed: "Something is not right, everyone, be careful and prepare."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of light shot over many magic weapons and came towards him. The leader was a man who was about forty years old, with a burly figure, a chin like a swallow and a beard like a tiger, and he was in the initial stage of foundation building.

"It's Huang Xing, the leader of the Sheshan sect. I'm afraid he has ill intentions." Zhong Wenyuan's face changed slightly and he spoke in a low voice.

When everyone heard this, they all looked solemn and dignified. The Sheshan Sect was not a legitimate sect, but a group of bandits who gathered in the mountains. They wandered around Changping City and gathered a group of independent cultivators. They made a living by robbing cultivators and would also go to the territories of some small forces to rob them.

Because of their considerable power, no one dared to provoke them, so they were called the Sheshan Bandit Faction.

"Senior Huang, I am Zhang Hunyuan from Qingyun Sect. I didn't expect to meet you here." Zhang Hunyuan stepped forward, bowed to Huang Xing, and said loudly.

"I know you are from the Qingyun Sect. I also know that you have been expelled from the Qingyun Sect and will be going to Xijiang County."

When everyone heard this, their hearts sank. Huang Xing's intention was obvious, and he was targeting everyone.

At this time, the Sheshan bandits had arrived one after another. Looking around, there were more than thirty of them, most of whom carried magical weapons with them. They were divided into several teams and surrounded everyone.

"Senior Huang, we are heading to the Western Frontier on the orders of Senior Liu Zikai of the Qianqing Sect. We are responding to the Qianqing Sect's call to move there. If anything goes wrong along the way, Senior Liu will be furious." Zhang Hunyuan's face was solemn, and he had to bring up Liu Zikai's name, hoping to calm this group of people.

"Stop talking nonsense." Huang Xing shouted, "I came here just for you. If you know what's good for you, hand over all the property you took from Qingyun Sect."

Zhang Hunyuan's face turned pale. Huang Xing even knew that he and others had taken away the property of Qingyun Sect's treasury. It was obvious that someone asked them to intercept them.

Song Xian was behind Zhang Hunyuan. He secretly opened his Eye of Observation and looked at Huang Xing. A line of data immediately appeared in his mind.

Cultivation:? ? ?
Spiritual power:???

Spiritual power:???

Spiritual Root Qualification: ???
.........

As expected, if the difference in cultivation level was too great, even the Eye of True Observation couldn't see through the other person. The difference in cultivation level between Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining was enormous. In terms of spiritual power alone, a Foundation Establishment cultivator had at least six to seven times the spiritual power of a tenth-level Qi Refining cultivator.

Therefore, in terms of surface combat power alone, at least six or seven cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining are needed to compete with a cultivator at the first level of Foundation Establishment.

"Senior, could you please tell me if it was Qin Yang or Chang Jinmian who invited you here?"

"You're not stupid. I'll count to three and you'll hand over your property immediately."

"Whether it's Qin Yang or Chang Jinmian, since they invited you, I'm afraid it's not just for these treasures. That old dog Chang hates Zhang to the core, and he must be asking for my head."

"Three." Huang Xing did not answer, but said coldly: "Two, one."

"superior."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Sheshan bandits launched an attack.

"Everyone be careful, and break out in different directions." Zhang Hunyuan shouted and took out a magic weapon.

The crowd scattered in all directions and the scene suddenly became extremely chaotic.

Song Xian, Zhang Yi and Zhang Ningyuan huddled together and ran towards the northwest.

There were five bandits from Sheshan there. When they saw the three people running towards them, they immediately stopped them.

Among these five people, two are at the third level of Qi Refining, and the other three are at the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels of Qi Refining respectively.

The Sheshan bandit group consists of five people in a team, and these five people are exactly the configuration of a team.

Zhang Yi and Zhang Ningyuan were both descendants of the Zhang family, distant relatives of Zhang Shilin. Although they were not inner disciples and were not as highly regarded as Alan Lam and Zhong Wenyuan, they had gained some benefits within the sect through their connections with Zhang Shilin, and both of them possessed mid-grade magical weapons for self-defense.

Among the five members of the Sheshan gang, only the cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining had a mid-grade magic weapon.

The two men at the fifth and fourth levels of Qi Refining only had one low-grade magic weapon.

As for the two men at the third level of Qi Refining, they had no magic weapons.

These people were originally independent cultivators. Because they had no skills and could not make it, they gathered together to seek warmth and joined the Sheshan Sect to find a place to make a living.

It was only in the past decade or so that the Sheshan bandit faction gained some fame, all because its leader Huang Xing broke through to the Foundation Establishment stage more than a decade ago.

The salary and benefits of the gang members are naturally not as good as those of the pampered disciples of Qingyun Sect, and magic weapons are expensive items. There are not many magic weapons that can be owned by the outer disciples of Qingyun Sect, let alone these people.

The bandit monk who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining was a middle-aged man with triangular eyes. He should be the leader of the team. He was heard loudly commanding the other four people to intercept Song Xian and the other two.

The mid-grade magic weapon he used was a red spear. He held the spear in his hand, and light gathered on it. A golden shadow condensed and shot towards Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi's magic weapon was a black bowl. The black light condensed into an illusory bowl body of three meters in size and pressed down towards the man.

The golden shadow hit the black bowl, making a sound of metal hitting stone. The golden shadow swayed, and after holding on for less than a few breaths, it shattered and dissipated into the air.

The black bowl continued to fall upside down towards the man. The man shouted softly, and the spear in his hand burst into dazzling light, condensing into a golden snake, and flew towards the black bowl.

The long snake coiled around the black bowl, as if trying to wrap up its prey.

The black bowl vibrated and produced circles of black ripples, causing the golden snake to sway slightly.

Both have the sixth level of Qi Refining cultivation and both have mid-grade magic weapons.

This is because Zhang Yi's black bowl magic weapon has nineteen levels of restrictions.

However, the opponent's spear magic weapon only had fourteen layers of restrictions and was less powerful, so he was at a disadvantage.

The golden light and the black light intertwined. Although Zhang Yi had the upper hand, he could not defeat the opponent for a while. The black bowl continued to vibrate and produce circles of black ripples, causing the golden snake to tremble continuously.

(End of this chapter)