Chapter 29: The Challenge of Expatriation

  "This... Zhang Feiyang, how did you do it? Taming such a ferocious beast, with your current spiritual power, I'm afraid it's impossible, right?" Huang Juan wiped away the sweat on her forehead, looking astonished, glancing at the Golden Ape that had already lain down and then back at Zhang Feiyang.

  Zhang Feiyang walked up to the Golden Lion's side, stroking its round and rolling head. The steel-like fur became exceptionally soft when Zhang Feiyang touched it, and the majestic lion head enjoyed Zhang Feiyang's strokes. Zhang Feiyang chuckled and said, "How is it? Isn't it fierce? Later on, I can make it even more formidable! This Golden Lion is just my first ferocious beast!"

  Huang Juan walked over and said: "Can I touch it?"

  "Of course you can!"

  Huang Juan 'touched' the head of Jīn Gāng Xiù, and Jīn Gāng Xiù made an unwilling sound. Its fur stood up like a hedgehog's quills, straight and upright, as if it didn't want anyone else to touch it except its owner. Huang Juan squatted down under Jīn Gāng Xiù's gaze, 'touched' Jīn Gāng Xiù's golden claws, and sighed: "I've touched tiger paws before, but yours are really hard, even harder than pure gold!"

  The golden lion lowered its head and licked the golden claws that Huang Juan had touched, then licked its own nose. After that, it opened its mouth wide, revealing sharp teeth. If it were to bite down, no one would be able to survive its tiger-like jaws.

  Zhang Fei Yang thought to himself, "Of course it's hardened. The tiger claws are refined from high-purity gold and combined with the blood and flesh of the Qilin, as well as the spiritual energy of the Heavenly Wind Cloud Refining Furnace. After refinement, they're even harder than gold! It's only natural that a few slaps would knock out that red-faced demon bear!"

  Cao Wan happily ran over, stretched out his hand to touch the Golden Rhinoceros's head. The Golden Rhinoceros snorted a stream of golden air, let out a low hum, and immediately scared Cao Wan into sitting down on the ground with a thud, shouting "Ahh my mother! What a strong nasal energy!"

  Huang Juan burst out laughing and said: "Cao Wan, it doesn't like you!"

  Cao Wan let out a sigh and said, "It's nothing, I don't care if she likes me or not, as long as the fairy maiden on Red Cloud Mountain likes me, that's all that matters!" After finishing speaking, he gazed at the four female inner sect disciples in the distance. The four female inner sect disciples hummed in unison and turned to ascend the Bridge of Life and Death, leaving.

  "Your so-called fairy maiden has been scared away by you!"

  Huang Juan burst out laughing, while Cao Wan had a bitter smile on his face.

  "Right," Zhang Fei said, "Huang Juan, what was that move you used earlier, the one called 'phantom'? You moved to your opponent's back in the blink of an eye."

  Huang Juan said, "That was taught to me by a mysterious person when I was young. My current spiritual power is not enough, if my pure spiritual power reaches over 200 and enters the 'Qingxian' realm, it can exert its true power. Now every time I use it, I will damage my vitality, unless absolutely necessary, I won't use it. By the way, Zhang Feiyang, you said you're preparing to participate in next month's True Disciple assessment, has your pure spiritual power reached 100?"

  Zhang Fei Yang said: "Now the pure spiritual power is 89, but by the end of the month it can reach one hundred, and there's no problem with meeting the assessment qualifications. How about you?"

  Huang Juan said: "I'm a bit better than you now, with spiritual power at 93, I can also participate in next month's true disciple assessment."

  Zhang Feiyang was shocked and said, "The last time we met, my pure spiritual power was higher than yours. Now you're actually higher than me? You've made rapid progress, I'm impressed!"

  Huang Juan smiled and said: "No need to be polite, let's all work hard together and make progress together. Cao Wan, how much pure spiritual power do you have now?"

  Cao Wan's face was bitter with a smile, saying: "You are all geniuses of cultivation, progressing so fast, pure spiritual power is almost over a hundred, making me look like a mere mortal. I'm not afraid to tell you, my pure spiritual power is only 51, and it's estimated that I won't be able to participate in the true disciple assessment until next year..."

  Zhang Feiyang and Huang Juan 'exposed' a kind smile, almost at the same time putting their hands on Cao Wan's shoulders, saying: "Don't be discouraged, we'll wait for you at the True Transmission Sword Pavilion."

  Cao Wan glanced at Huang Juan, his gaze lingering on her face for only half a second before involuntarily shifting to the armpit she had raised. Cao Wan couldn't help but swallow hard and nodded vigorously: "Yeah! Wait for me!"

  Huang Juan glared, clearly sensing Cao Wan's unusual gaze. She then said to Zhang Fei Yang: "Zhang Fei Yang, we'll meet again during the true transmission disciple assessment. Good luck!" After finishing, she and the three others clasped their fists in a salute, turned around, and walked away with a lively gait.

  Zhang Feiyang put the Golden Armor into the Alchemy Furnace, and he and Cao Wan returned to Biyun Mountain via the Bridge of Life and Death once again.

  Cao Wan looked at the shocking beast battle scene, stepped on the bridge of life and death again, and suddenly felt that this bridge of life and death was not so terrible. All the way without shouting, he passed the bridge of life and death safely. Zhang Feiyang secretly said: "This Cao Wan has made progress, although he can't become a true disciple this year, but it's certain to become a true disciple next year!"

  Zhang Feiyang became the idol of all the inner disciples of Bixia Sword Pavilion after defeating Sun Hongyue on the life and death stage. Wherever he went, people looked at him with admiration. After his defeat on the life and death stage, Sun Hongyue obeyed Zhang Feiyang's every command, not daring to let him do any hard work. As a result, Zhang Feiyang had more time to collect materials for refining spiritual pills. Within ten days, he refined three "Bisheng Pills" and four "Bi Yu Rou Dan", raising his pure spiritual power to 96. With just four more points of spiritual power, he would be qualified to take the assessment as a true disciple. Since there was still half a month before the assessment, Zhang Feiyang didn't rush. He spent his days touring Bixia Mountain, Hongyun Mountain, Luoyun Mountain, and Fuyun Mountain, observing the terrain, collecting medicinal materials, fighting various demons, and improving his combat skills. After several more days passed, Zhang Feiyang's pure spiritual power increased again in actual combat, and after consuming a few more spiritual pills, he finally broke through to 103!

  On this day, the top of Biyun Mountain was shrouded in thick clouds and fog, with a fine misty rain floating below the cloud layer. Above the cloud layer, however, the sun shone brightly, filling the air with an otherworldly aura.

  Biyun Mountain's authentic sword pavilion, built around the mountain, with pavilions and towers embedded in the mountainside, flying streams and waterfalls nourishing the mountains, and also having 'cave' walls connected, this immortal family's sacred land was constructed extremely solidly.

  Yu Jian Tang, the place where true transmission disciples practice swordsmanship and hone their skills, is also where True Transmission Master teaches the true meaning of swordsmanship. At this time, True Transmission Master is not present, five true transmission disciples each hold a spiritual sword in hand, chatting and laughing, exchanging sword moves.

  Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew by, and from the sky floated down a huge white feather fan. On top of the feather fan stood a young man in white clothes, with a horizontal smile on his face and an excited look. The feather fan landed on the ground, and the young man stepped down from it. He stretched out his hand, and the fan gradually shrunk until it fit into his palm, turning out to be a precious artifact!

  Treasured device, upgraded version of spiritual device, with more spiritual power added, stronger function, can change size at will, and move through the air.

  A young man in white clothes laughed and shouted in the Yuxian Hall: "Worms! I am Wang Shun, a true disciple of the top three of the Xianyao Sect! Today, I came to exchange pointers with you, the true disciples of the Xianjian Pavilion. I hope you can point out my mistakes!"

  Several disciples of the Biyun Sword Pavilion immediately drew their swords and surrounded him. One of the disciples shouted, "You dare to recklessly enter our Xianjian Pavilion! Leave quickly, or our spiritual swords will not be polite!"

  Wang Shun Dao said, "What is the Xianjian Pavilion? It's just a sect that ranks at the bottom of the top ten 'door' sects in Shen Zhou. If you didn't have the four Xian swords to hold down the mountain, would you even be able to rank among the top ten 'door' sects? It's simply absurd!"

  A disciple of the True Transmission of Thick Eyebrows stepped forward and said, "Although our Xianjian Pavilion is not one of the top-ranked sects, your Carefree Sect is only ranked eighth. How can you look down on us like this? If our Xianjian Pavilion isn't a good sect, then neither is your Carefree Sect."

  Wang Shun let out a loud hum and shouted: "Our Vagabond Sect is no longer the same as before! The Lower Realm Immortal Gate's grand gathering, the 'Gate' sect's top experts will engage in a battle of wits, we must take the championship and become the number one immortal sect in the Divine State! Today, let you witness the power of our Vagabond Sect, as true transmission disciples, see the difference between us!"

  Wang Shun's body was surrounded by a rising aura, and with a wave of the feather fan in his hand, a strong gust of wind burst out, sweeping across the bodies of the five true disciples of the Xianjian Pavilion.

  Five true disciples of the Xianjian Pavilion were immediately blown down by the strong wind, pressing against the ground. The strong wind was still raging above their heads, they couldn't get up, and could only close their eyes and persevere, even breathing seemed extremely difficult. This treasure is really formidable!

  "Haha, true disciples of the Xianjian Pavilion are all like this? With just one move from me, I can control all five of you true disciples. It seems that there's no one in your Xianjian Pavilion who can compare to me! At the grand gathering of the Lower Realm's top sects, your Xianjian Pavilion will definitely fall out of the top ten! You'll be ranked one hundred, or even one thousand!"

  Wang Shun laughed maniacally, his feather fan waving non-stop. A strong gust of wind swept through the Yu Jian Hall, sending surrounding objects flying - flower pots and immortal grasses were knocked over, some shattered, others broken, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake.

  In the midst of the strong wind, a true disciple of the Thick Eyebrow Sect said: "Wang Shun's divine powers are too strong, we can't be his match. If this continues, our Sword Temple will be ravaged by him. We don't mind getting injured, but what's unbearable is losing face for our Immortal Sword Pavilion!"

  The little apprentice beside him said, "Master went to a distant place yesterday and won't be back until three days later. This guy must have known the news, that's why he chose to come today to cause trouble. With our strength, we are no match for Wang Shun, what should we do?"

  "Brother, I'll use my powers to push you out of the way with a gust of wind. Hurry and find Tang Shifu, she's our Biyun Sword Pavilion's true disciple leader, she'll definitely be able to drive off that scoundrel Wang Shun!"

  "Senior brother, go ahead! Push me out!"

  The Thick Eyebrow True Transmission disciple let out a loud shout, and with both palms pushed onto the Small Eyes True Transmission disciple's body. The Small Eyes True Transmission disciple's entire body flashed with spiritual light, and he jumped out from the strong gust of wind, rolling to the center of the Sword Temple. His spiritual sword fell to the ground, and with one step on the sword, he floated up into the air, flying away with his sword. Looking back at the Thick Eyebrow True Transmission disciple, he had already been blown up by the strong gust of wind, and was now suspended in mid-air, looking even more miserable.

  "Think you can run? It's not that easy. Under my divine magic power, none of you five can escape."

  Wang Shun waved the feather fan in his hand towards the sky, and a strong gust of wind seemed to have arms, rolling down Xiao Yan's true disciple from mid-air, heavily slamming him to the ground, spitting out fresh blood.

  "Hahaha!"

  Wang Shun saw that the true disciple of Xiao Yan was injured, and he became even more arrogant. The fan made of feathers danced in the air, creating an even stronger gust of wind. The wooden door of the Sword Hall far away was shaking, as if it was about to be blown open by the strong wind. In this three-acre space, there was no longer a quiet place. The wild wind howled, and the leaves flew about.

  "Stop!"

  Suddenly a red light tore through the sky, and above the red light, a giant sword shadow fell from the sky, pointing directly at Wang Shun who was holding a feather fan.