Chapter 59

After settling his three disciples, Lin Feng shook the Black Cloud Banner and flew towards Mount Heng.

From a distance, he could see a hundred-meter-long centipede in the sky, its body pitch black, flying on black clouds with thunder rumbling. It was circling above Mount Heng, seemingly showing off.

Then, a purple sword light shot up from the main peak of Mount Heng, transforming into a dragon-shaped light in the air, roaring at the centipede.

The centipede then收敛了气焰, carrying a group of Xuan Dao Sect cultivators, landed on Mount Heng.

Most of the Heng Yue Sect disciples were distracted by the centipede, allowing Lin Feng to easily climb the mountain again.

The leader of the Xuan Dao Sect was an old man with a white beard, at the mid-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm, very affable, laughing heartily: "Fellow Daoist, your Heng Yue Sect has produced quite a few promising disciples this time."

The Heng Yue Sect's Ancestor at the Nascent Soul stage had been away in the Void Battlefield for hundreds of years without any news, and the sect's Golden Core Ancestors were all in seclusion. The current Heng Yue Sect Sect Master was a middle-aged cultivator at the late-stage of the Foundation Establishment realm.

The Heng Yue Sect Sect Master was very polite in response to the old man's praise, and the atmosphere between the two sides was very harmonious.

Lin Feng, however, sneered inwardly, knowing that such a harmonious and friendly atmosphere would not last long.

The Xuan Dao Sect, being guests, were arranged to rest in the guest rooms. Three days later, the disciple exchange and competition between the two sects officially began.

The disciples participating in the competition were mostly at the Qi Condensation stage. Since Lin Feng had been exposed to higher-level Dao techniques and magical powers since he came to this world, he found little interest in the spells and martial arts used in the current competition between the two sects' disciples.

His attention was divided: half on concealing his own whereabouts, and the other half on Wang Lin.

Wang Lin had only been a disciple for a few days and was just a nominal disciple, with no one teaching him Dao techniques. He was doing miscellaneous tasks on the mountain.

However, Lin Feng could faintly sense a slight spiritual energy fluctuation from Wang Lin, though extremely weak and far from the first level of Qi Condensation, it was a clear sign that Wang Lin had begun to draw qi into his body.

Lin Feng was greatly surprised: "Wang Lin's potential is indeed astonishing, but his physical constitution is poor, even below average. He is the type who excels later in his cultivation, so he shouldn't have made such rapid progress at the beginning of his practice."

Wang Lin was currently following a middle-aged cultivator obediently, attentively watching the ongoing competition on the stage. His presence in the crowd was unremarkable.

Lin Feng's gaze shifted to the middle-aged cultivator in front of Wang Lin: "He even has a master? This person must have taught him Dao techniques, but it shouldn't have been that fast." The middle-aged cultivator himself was only at the eighth level of Qi Condensation. At his age, he had little potential left, and reaching the Foundation Establishment realm would be the peak of his life.

"It seems Wang Lin has indeed had some kind of extraordinary encounter, not some magical treasure or super Dao technique, but an old man." Lin Feng's face darkened. This time, he not only lost the opportunity to the Heng Yue Sect, but even the position of the old man was taken by someone else.

Lin Feng pondered, if his guess was correct, the Xuan Dao Sect, with the support of Bo Beizi, would likely seize the Heng Yue Sect's mountain gate. The Heng Yue Sect would inevitably lose its prestige and cohesion.

Wang Lin, who was already not highly regarded, might leave the Heng Yue Sect due to his extraordinary encounter.

Moreover, given his current unremarkable appearance, Bo Beizi and the Xuan Dao Sect would likely not take an interest in him.

Lin Feng's most important competitor was the mysterious old man.

"I wonder how much strength that old ghost still has?" Lin Feng took a deep breath, having made up his mind.

Fight the old man, and snatch Wang Lin!

He was determined to take this disciple.

At this moment, the competition between the two sects' disciples was reaching a fever pitch. A Heng Yue Sect disciple was in the lead, forcing a Xuan Dao Sect disciple to use a yellow paper-like magical tool to defend.

Two white lights shot out from the Heng Yue Sect disciple's sleeve, circling in the air and striking the opponent with lightning speed.

The Xuan Dao Sect disciple laughed bitterly; he had used all his energy to defend against the previous attack and had no strength left to block the second wave.

At this moment, a cold snort came from the crowd of Xuan Dao Sect disciples, and a beam of black light shot out, intercepting the two white lights in mid-air and shattering them.

The Heng Yue Sect disciples all shouted in anger. The Xuan Dao Sect disciple who had acted coldly jumped onto the stage, looking down at the Heng Yue Sect disciples and said arrogantly, "All of you Heng Yue Sect Qi Condensation disciples, come on, I can handle all of you!"

The Heng Yue Sect elders' faces darkened, and they all looked at the white-bearded old man leading the Xuan Dao Sect.

The old man stroked his beard and cleared his throat, saying, "This time, let's decide the winner with one person. If any of your Heng Yue Sect disciples can last ten seconds without being defeated, the Heng Yue Sect wins!"

He paused and then smiled, "I have something to clarify. If the Xuan Dao Sect wins today, in addition to the previous prizes, we will also require Mount Heng for five hundred years!"

Lin Feng heard his words and smiled silently, "Here it comes, here it comes!"

All the Heng Yue Sect cultivators' faces changed, and the Heng Yue Sect Sect Master narrowed his eyes, "Fellow Daoist, are you joking?"

The white-bearded old man smiled but did not answer, turning to the arrogant Xuan Dao Sect disciple on the stage and said, "Remove the talisman."

The disciple heard this, opened his robe, and revealed a talisman. After removing it, his strength surged, displaying the full power of the Qi Condensation stage.

But what drew more attention was the talisman itself. The Heng Yue Sect Foundation Establishment cultivators all showed signs of shock upon seeing it.

The white-bearded old man said calmly, "Fellow Daoist, you have seen the talisman. The power on it can only be created by a Nascent Soul Ancestor. To be honest, our Xuan Dao Sect's Ancestor Bo Beizi has returned from the Void Battlefield... He brought news that your Heng Yue Sect's two Ancestors have perished."

"The Xuan Dao Sect, out of respect for our past friendship, has not resorted to force. If the Heng Yue Sect wins this competition, the matter will be over. I have delivered the message, Fellow Daoist Huang Long, continue the competition!"

It was proven that the Heng Yue Sect's strongest Qi Condensation disciple was only at the tenth level, and even several of them together were no match for the Xuan Dao Sect disciple at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage.

Lin Feng laughed unscrupulously, thinking that if not for his Nine Turn Flame Soul Pill helping Bo Beizi recover early, this competition might not have started so soon.

If it had not started early, this competition might have become the first battle for Wang Lin's rise to legend.

At the moment when his fellow disciples were all in despair and the opponent was extremely arrogant, he could have gone up and slapped the opponent down, shocking everyone and thus embarking on his own path to success.

Tsk, tsk, what a perfect script?

But now, with the competition starting early, Wang Lin had only just begun to draw qi into his body, not even reaching the first level of Qi Condensation. How could he display such overwhelming power and turn the tide?

Sure enough, the Heng Yue Sect lost the competition without any doubt. The Heng Yue Sect disciples watched the Xuan Dao Sect disciples leave with bitter and angry hearts.

The news of the Nascent Soul Ancestors' deaths weighed heavily on everyone's hearts like a massive stone.

Wang Lin mixed in the crowd, his expression filled with anger and disappointment, feeling powerless.

His gaze was extremely complex, and he subconsciously touched his chest, his desire for power growing stronger.

With a glimmer of hope, the Heng Yue Sect did not move, but what they received was despair.

Five days later, rolling black clouds covered the summit of Mount Heng, and a thunderous voice echoed through the sky.

"I am Bo Beizi, all the young disciples of the Heng Yue Sect, come out!"