Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"I have a special sensing ability. If this continues, he will catch up with me in half a cup of tea's time."    

Yang Xuan explained.    

Zhang Zhengli was a little surprised, but he did not ask further. He just nodded and said in a deep voice, "That guy is not easy to deal with. If we are entangled by him again, I'm afraid it will not be that easy to escape."    

"My Spiritual Force is now less than one in ten. I can't fight anymore. Zhang Fellow Daoist, do you have any ideas?"    

"This... I'm now..."    

As he finished speaking, he heard a stream of light suddenly light up in front of him.    

In the distant horizon, that ray of light only flashed twice before it arrived not far away in the blink of an eye.    

Yang Xuan was startled. He felt a powerful spiritual pressure rushing towards him. He hurriedly stopped his body, and the silver shield floated out, ready to defend at any time.    

"That's... Martial Uncle Chang!"    

Zhang Zhengli stared at the flowing light for a while and shouted with joy.    

The flowing light flashed twice before it stopped in front of him. The light gradually scattered and revealed a human figure.    

It was a middle-aged strong man. He looked to be in his forties or fifties. He wore a crown on his head and there was a small silver white beard on his chin. He seemed to have experienced some vicissitudes of life.    

He had his hands behind his back and his expression was solemn. After glancing at Zhang Zhengli, he asked in a deep voice, "What happened?"    

Zhang Zhengli looked a little embarrassed at the moment. His straight crown had fallen off at some point. His long hair was loose and there was some black blood on the sword in his hand.    

Seeing that his so-called Martial Uncle Chang had asked a question, Zhang Zhengli immediately bowed respectfully and said solemnly, "Martial Uncle Chang, disciple... disciple met Martial Uncle Han..."    

"Senior uncle Han?"    

The middle-aged man first frowned. After pondering for a moment, he thought of something and his expression changed. "The Martial Uncle Han you are talking about, is it Han Yuan?"    

"Yes."    

"That guy actually appeared again. Where is he now?!"    

The middle-aged man had a solemn expression. A sky-piercing spiritual pressure burst out from his body. Yang Xuan's body involuntarily sank, and he almost fell down.    

"Replying to Martial Uncle, Martial Uncle Han's spirit... The demon is right behind us, and he is even further behind us, fighting with a white elephant."    

He originally wanted to talk about the spiritual pet, but when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he changed his words.    

The middle-aged man did not pay attention to this detail. Instead, he looked at Zhang Zhengli with a strange expression and faintly said, "A white elephant? Could it be the evil spirit in the small pagoda?"    

"Replying to senior master, that's right. I was forced to..."    

"Alright, let's talk about this after we return to the sect. I'll go and capture Han Yuan first. Go back to the sect and inform him."    

"This... Didn't Junior Master just come after receiving Junior Brother Yu's news?"    

"I was just passing by, and I had some things to do. I just happened to run into you."    

The middle-aged man shook his head and didn't say anything else. His body turned into a streak of light and quickly flew behind the two of them.    

Sensing the powerful fluctuations that were gradually disappearing into the distance, Yang Xuan let out a sigh of relief.    

With such a great cultivator here, at least the burly man chasing them wouldn't have to worry anymore. Besides, judging from his appearance, it seemed like he was very confident in fighting that so-called old Daoist Han.    

"Zhang Fellow Daoist, we are now..."    

"If the Fellow Daoist doesn't mind, you can follow me to the Myriad Spirit Sect. Once this matter is over, you can make other plans."    

Yang Xuan's eyes lit up, and he was overjoyed.    

If he could take advantage of this opportunity to enter the Myriad Spirit Sect, it would save him a lot of trouble. He might even be able to borrow their teleportation formation, and there would be no need for him to look for other disciples of the Myriad Spirit Sect.    

However, although he was delighted in his heart, he didn't show it on his face. Instead, he furrowed his brows and pretended to be deep in thought for a while. He nodded and said, "Fine. Anyway, I'm here to gain experience. I'll just treat it as an experience. However, I'm afraid that I'll have to trouble the Fellow Daoist. "    

"Sigh... Fellow Daoist Yang, what are you talking about? I have seen your style in my eyes. You are truly a role model for the Immortal Cultivation World. I admire you very much. There is no need to mention such a small matter."    

Zhang Zhengli waved his hand. His face was solemn. Even though his clothes were a little messy, it couldn't conceal his noble aura.    

With a serious expression, Yang Xuan nodded his head and followed him towards the north of the Chiang Country.    

There was no need for them to interfere in Martial Uncle Chang's matter. A competition of this level was not something they could control. The most important thing right now was to return to the sect and report the details of this matter to them in detail.    

After all, the Sound Transmitting Talisman could not replace everything.    

...    

In a mountain forest in the south of Chiang Country.    

The old Daoist whose body had turned into a black fog was very fierce. The white elephant had completely lost its ability to resist. It could only passively take a beating. Its huge body was covered with blood and black smoke. It was very terrifying.    

At this moment, it had used up more than half of its Spiritual Force. Even it could not withstand the high-intensity battle for a long time. Its body was suspended in the air and was on the verge of collapse.    

"Go to hell, hehe."    

The old Daoist laughed coldly. A long spear that was as thick as an adult's arm suddenly rushed out of the black fog. It carried a boundless black fog and pierced straight towards the white elephant.    

The white elephant's nose rolled up and it let out a long roar. It was filled with endless anger. The four fangs glowed brightly. The Spiritual Force condensed into four vortices and rushed towards the long spear with a violent force.    

However, its Spiritual Force had long been exhausted. Although it was trying its best to resist, it was still powerless.    

The four Spiritual Force whirlpools collided with the black spear, and in the blink of an eye, they dispersed. The huge Spiritual Force's fluctuation even shattered one of the white elephant's fangs.    

"Boom!"    

The shockwave from the explosion was extremely fast, but it couldn't compare to the black spear.    

The black spear carried a majestic momentum as it directly pierced into the space between the white elephant's brows. The entire spear was completely different, only leaving behind a long trail of black mist behind it.    

The white elephant's crazy movements suddenly stopped. Its eyes were wide open as it stared at the old Daoist. The spirit within quickly dissipated.    

Its body seemed to have lost its source power as it fell towards the ground. The divine light on its body slowly dissipated, and its pure white body quickly dimmed under the moonlight, merging into the endless darkness.    

The old Taoist priest's body flashed and immediately appeared above the white elephant. The large mass of black fog rolled and contracted. In a few breaths time, it turned into his original body. He was skinny and his loose Taoist robe was casually scattered.    

More and more blood vessels appeared in his eyes, and his expression was somewhat dispirited. However, there was indeed a strange smile on his face.    

"Hehe, although this thing is no longer useful, as long as that little guy is around... Yin Yang Body, hehe, this is the first time I've seen it, hehehehe!"    

...    

A few days later, in the northern region of Chiang Country.    

The strong autumn wind had swept across the entire Chiang Country. It was the beginning of winter. Fortunately, the weather in Chiang Country was not bad. It could even be said to be pleasant. Although it was somewhat cold, it was not the time to put on a big jacket.