Chapter Thirty-One: Confrontation

  When Daofan saw him again, Ding Yan still couldn't help but feel a hint of shock in his heart.

  The isolation formation that sealed off the world was, in Ding Yan's understanding, not a means that belonged to this realm. In his past life's memories, even those old freaks who had cultivated for nearly ten thousand years could not set up such a formation.

  "What's with the light screen in front?"

  "It should be the Dao Fan Great Array, I heard that inside is just the Mortal Realm."

  Standing on the deck of the sea ship, several disciples behind Ding Yan discussed in a low voice.

  The ten people behind him were exactly the ten disciples of Lianhuagu who came to the mortal world this time.

  "Haha... Unexpectedly, the fellow daoist from Lianhua Valley has arrived a step ahead!" A loud and arrogant voice came from the clouds.

  As they looked up, a sharp-edged treasure broke through the clouds and emerged. Eleven people stood on it, all wearing cyan long robes with golden edges at the corners of their robes, exuding an aura of nobility. The first person, who appeared to be around forty years old, had a face as sharp as a knife, with a hint of overbearing intent between his eyebrows. More importantly, the aura emanating from this person's body was ethereal and revealed a slight fluctuation of immortal energy, making it clear that he was also an immortal being who had transcended the mortal realm.

  "It's someone from Tianbao Pavilion. That loose immortal is one of the six elders of Tianbao Pavilion, named Zhao Siren." Gu Yu spoke up after Ding Yan.

  The time when Gu Yu entered the door was much earlier than Ding Yan's. As for the other two major schools of scattered immortals, it is obviously much clearer than Ding Yan's.

  "This time, I wonder if it's Lu Dao You or Xue Dao You who has come to the Lotus Flower Valley?" The loose immortal from Tianbao Pavilion asked, standing on top of a shuttle-shaped magic treasure.

  His demeanor was extremely arrogant and overbearing.

  "It turned out to be Zhao Daoyou from Tianbao Pavilion." Ding Yan stood on the sea boat and cupped his hands.

  The grand formation of the mortal world can only be activated after the people from Motian Sect arrive, otherwise, with Dingyan's temperament, he would have already entered, and there is no need to waste time here.

  "Who are you?" Zhao Siren was taken aback, glanced at the speaker, and found that it was a boy about seventeen or eighteen years old, and he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

  Immortal at such a young age?

  When did Lotus Valley produce such a genius? Even Tianbao Pavilion didn't collect any news about it.

  "Lotus Valley's three elders, Ding Yan." said Ding Yan.

  At this moment, another force flew over from afar. The newcomer was also eleven people, dressed casually, standing on a giant palm fan. The leader, middle-aged in appearance, wore black clothes, stood with his hands behind his back, and had an arrogant expression.

  Ding Yan, standing on the boat, saw the black-clothed man and suddenly shot out a burst of cold light from his eyes, a killing intent rising to the sky without any concealment. Gu Yu behind him was caught off guard and was directly shocked back several steps, looking at Ding Yan who was full of killing intent, with a hint of horror in his eyes.

  "Hmm?" Hua Jiu furrowed his brow and looked at the person who came.

  This time, the one who should have escorted the junior brother was the master of Huashen Gate, but since the master of Huashen Gate had not returned, Hua Jiu took his place temporarily.

  Hua Jiu's eyes scanned and immediately spotted Ding Yan standing at the bow of the ship.

  "Is it you?! You young punk from Lotus Valley, how dare you show up in front of me again......" Hua Jiu was furious.

  A blood feud between father and son cannot be resolved under the same sky!

  What's even more unbearable for Hua Jiu is that the other party actually did it right under his nose.

  "Don't worry, you won't see me again." Ding Yan's eyes were filled with a murderous intent.

  Cultivate a life, and everyone has their own way in their heart. This way is not the heavenly way, but a kind of faith, a kind of persistence.

  Act according to your heart. In his previous life, he guarded the sect's gate for over 500 years to repay the kindness of saving his master's life until his demise. In this life, he killed a group of evil cultivators for a flower-buying girl and was hunted by scattered immortals.

  Act according to your heart, only for no shame under heaven and earth.

  Hua Jiu had been chasing and killing him for several days, and he had narrowly escaped death several times. If not for the encounter with that nameless old man, he would have died long ago, and there would be no chance of becoming a loose immortal.

  This is revenge! A vendetta to the death.

  "Looking for death!" Hua Jiu stood on the Pu Xuan Fa Bao, with a palm in mid-air.

  In his rage, Hua Jiu didn't notice Ding Yan's cultivation at all. In his opinion, Ding Yan was definitely an elite disciple of Huashenmen who had entered the mortal world this time. As for a loose immortal, Hua Jiu hadn't even considered such a possibility.

  Pointing to the empty space with one's finger is also a lifting of the hand, and it is the same as a palm.

  BOOM!!

  Two semi-transparent palm prints collided in mid-air, bursting out a loud roar.

  Ding Yan's eyes flashed, and his divine sense transformed into a sharp needle that directly pierced towards Hua Jiu's sea of consciousness. Standing in the void, Hua Jiu only felt an invisible force rushing into his sea of consciousness, followed by a loud explosion as if his sea of consciousness had cracked open. Unbeknownst to him, Hua Jiu was injured, and a thread of fresh blood flowed out from between his eyes. His control over the lotus leaf treasure also faltered, causing it to retreat dozens of steps, while Ding Yan's wooden boat didn't even budge, with not a single ripple disturbing the water surface.

  Underestimating the enemy for a moment, suffering heavy losses at sea, and being seriously injured!

  "Hua Jiu was shocked: 'You've actually become a Loose Immortal!'"

  He had never put Ding Yan in his eyes before, thinking that Ding Yan was just a small junior in the Qi Refining stage. Now, under the damage of his immortal awareness, he found that the aura on Ding Yan's body was not weak at all compared to him.

  "How is this possible?! You've cultivated for less than twenty years..."

  Because he wanted to kill Ding Yan, Hua Jiu sent his disciples to investigate Ding Yan's news after leaving the pass.

  Ding Yan's eyes were cold and stern, his foot lightly touched the surface of the boat, and he suddenly flew up into the air.

  Hua Jiu instinctively controlled the magic treasure to retreat, and the ten Huashenmen disciples behind him also turned pale. In their eyes, the elder who was high above them was injured, let alone they were still Qi-refining realm disciples.

  "I get it! It must be a relic, and the relic you got is what allowed you to become a loose immortal so quickly!" Huajiu exclaimed.

  In his view, Ding Yan was able to become a loose immortal so quickly and master that strange attack on the sea of consciousness, he must have grasped some ancient relic.

  Ding Yan completely ignored him, stretching out his right hand and pressing against the empty air.

  Celestial essence condenses, transforming into a sword!

  Xianyuan, after becoming a Xianshen, will give birth to a strand of Xianyuan in the body. This strand of Xianyuan will continue to grow with the increase in the number of times the Xianshen crosses the tribulation of the nine heavens. After the Xianshen has crossed the tribulation of the nine heavens, the yuan force in the body will be completely transformed, and at that time, only the Xianyuan will remain in the body.

  After Ding Yan became a scattered immortal, in the dantian, a wisp of immortal yuan was also produced, only as big as a broad bean. This little bit of immortal yuan is basically useless for ordinary cultivators. It will only be used at the last moment, as a means to save one's life.

  Ding Yan, in order to achieve a one-hit kill effect, did not hesitate at all and directly used the Xianyuan Huajian technique.

  Hua Jiu's eyes revealed a bloody glint, and he bit the tip of his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of vital blood. Immediately after, he spat out another mouthful of air, which was precisely the Xian Yuan that Hua Jiu had been nourishing for many years.

  Jing blood and Xian yuan merged into one, transforming into a bloody shield that blocked his front.

  Ding Yan Xian Yuan's long sword directly pierced the blood shield above.

  A dull thud.

  The long sword shattered, and the blood shield also trembled, with a crack appearing on its surface. The Hua Jiu behind him spat out another mouthful of blood, his face even paler than before.