In a blink of an eye, a month has passed. On the surface, Han Yuan Sect seems unchanged from usual, but in truth, the vigilance is much more rigorous.
This move is not in defense against Wei Daoist, rather, the Wang Sisters have reached the ti for Refining dicine and Condensing Pills. Zhang Yan has taken the ti lately to personally guard them, ensuring that everything inside and out goes smoothly without a hitch. To prevent any unforeseen incidents, even Zhang Boyant has gone to personally guard the Mountain Gate.
After over twenty years of cultivation by Zhang Yan, Cangzhu Peak is now incomparable to its past state. The sturdiness of its Array Gate rivals an immortal city, with each position in the array staffed by disciples he personally trained, holding flags to maintain order. Without the Sect Leader’s Command Token, anyone attempting to fly through the air will surely be struck down by array lightning; such emphasis on Mountain Gate defense is extrely rare even in East Victory Continent.
Zhang Boyant sits in a palace in front of the Mountain Gate on the left side, overseeing the mountain path; any comings and goings are imdiately known to him. At this mont, he is holding the Joy and Sorrow Puppet, flipping it over and examining it, with his eyes glinting earnestly.
A voice cos from outside: "Master, your disciple is here."
Zhang Boyant did not lift his head, and sternly said: "Co in."
Footsteps approach, and a tall, slender, handso youth enters the hall, none other than Zhao Yang, who once ca to the mountain at a young age to apprentice himself. He cos in with respectful obeisance, saying: "Master, this disciple has accomplished Opening ridians."
After apprenticing to Zhang Boyant, he started cultivating the "Seeking Origin Scripture" and learning Soul Splitting techniques from the age of fourteen.
Due to lack of Devils in the mountain, and under Zhang Yan’s strict rule prohibiting the killing of living people, he had to rely on Demon Essence Blood for nourishnt. Over several years, his Essence Qi has beco exceedingly vigorous. Twenty days ago, he went to the Jade Liquid Pool to open his ridians and only erged today.
Zhang Boyant’s gaze traveled over him, and he commanded: "Show your ridian pulse for to observe."
Zhao Yang responded, and activated his cultivation technique. After around ten breaths, a dense yellow cloud gradually appeared on his body, settling like silt, clustered together, not dissipating for long.
Zhang Boyant’s eyes glinted; Zhao Yang’s ridian pulse corresponds to the Five Elents, clearly visible, judged to be of Upper Grade, and thought: "This disciple truly is fated with ."
He had long decided that if Zhao Yang opened the High Grade pulse, he would seek out a superior cultivation thod for him, lest his talents and aptitudes go to waste.
If it were a Low-grade pulse, then he could only teach him so basic cultivation techniques and have him serve as a servant. But looking at the current pulse, it is just right, perfect for being his future successor.
He tossed the Joy and Sorrow Puppet to Zhao Yang, saying: "Take it, this Dharma Treasure is given to you. From tomorrow, I will teach you the Mysterious Skill of the sect."
Zhao Yang was delighted, tightly clutching the puppet, kneeling down and bowing: "Disciple thanks Master."
Initially, he felt so disappointnt for not being able to apprentice to Zhang Yan, but Zhang Boyant is, after all, a Nascent Soul True Master, which he considered fortunate. Over these years, he increasingly felt his master’s unfathomable depths.
Zhao Yang’s father is also a disciple of Fu Yang Sect, and has personally witnessed a few fellow sect mbers engage in fighting. Even so, when combined, they were no match for his teacher. Thinking of the day when with a wave of the hand, he could command a multitude of devils like Zhang Boyant, his heart surged with fervor.
At this mont, suddenly the sound of the bell from the Mountain Gate is heard. Zhang Boyant listened intently and rising up said: "The Pavilion Master has erged."
Zhao Yang looked towards the mountain peak, saying: "Once the two senior sisters have refined their pills, our Han Yuan Sect will gain two more Hua Dan Cultivators."
Zhang Boyant heard his words filled with envy, and scoffed: "Hua Dan Cultivators are nothing. With your aptitude, as long as you diligently cultivate, slowly in a century, quickly in sixty to seventy years, you too can reach that level."
Zhao Yang respectfully said: "This young disciple will surely not disgrace Master."
Zhang Boyant chuckled. Although Zhao Yang is not very old, he possesses a certain depth of character. Moreover, many Dharma techniques from Nether Spring Sect require an intricate mindset to learn, and such personality further aligns with his intention, saying: "Since it is so, there’s no need to wait until tomorrow, you can follow back now."
He turned his body, transforming into a thick, heavy yellow smoke, rolling up and carrying Zhao Yang along back to the Cave Mansion.
Within the Cave Mansion on Cangzhu Peak, Wang Sisters each radiate Treasure Light, with wisps of white smoke entering and exiting under their noses, with vaporous mist emanating from all their acupoints, floating within three feet around them.
A mont ago, the two sisters almost simultaneously achieved Golden Core, now dissolving the turbulent Evil Qi within their bodies.
Zhang Yan inspected them and found both sisters achieved Fourth Grade Golden Core, although never reaching the Upper Three Grades, their foundation was fortunately solid. If they genuinely cultivate, within two to three hundred years, achieving Nascent Soul is not a far-fetched hope; however, to advance even further, it will depend on their own fortune and creation.
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