Mortal: Fengling Linggen, married Chen Qiaoqian

However, Elder Yan chose to face the severe situation of challenging Wei Wuya and the old demon Hehuan alone, which was undoubtedly a jaw-dropping decision.

In this rapidly changing battle, Wei Wuya and Hehuan Old Demon accepted the challenge after only a brief thought.

The result of the competition amazed everyone. Yan Yun, with his extraordinary strength, demonstrated many incredible magical powers, and with the help of several powerful magic weapons, he easily defeated the two famous monks.

Although the two great monks who enjoyed extremely high prestige in the Tiannan region joined forces to resist, they were still unable to withstand Yan Yun's fierce attack and each suffered minor internal injuries.

The many old monsters present were surprised to find that Elder Yan seemed to have not yet used his full strength.

This astonishing fact shocked everyone so much that it was beyond words.

In the following days, Yan Yun led many Yuanying stage monsters to exchange their cultivation experiences. This originally highly anticipated event now made them feel uneasy.

Three days later, these old monsters left the secret hall, and their abnormal behavior attracted the attention of other monks.

This shocking news spread quickly, and most people questioned it, or even thought it was nonsense.

However, as the news continued to spread, the dozen or so old monsters who participated in the gathering in the hall remained silent, and no one stood up to deny it.

People gradually realized that things might not be as simple as the rumors said, and the entire Tiannan region fell into a brief tranquility.

When others mentioned Yan Yun again or talked about topics related to him, even in secret occasions or remote wilderness, there was obvious caution and awe in their tone.

The reputation of being the number one cultivator in Tiannan quietly spread in the world of immortal cultivation.

……

High in the sky over the sea near Qiling Island, a middle-aged Taoist priest with fair complexion and an old man in green clothes were facing each other with serious expressions from a distance apart.

The old man in blue asked meaningfully:

"Fellow Daoist Zhiyang has come from afar and sent a message to invite me. Is it just to play a guessing game with me? If there is something important, please speak up."

This person is Wei Wuya, one of the three great cultivators.

"Brother Wei, are you asking this knowingly or are you pretending to be stupid? I came here to find you, how could you not understand the reason?" The middle-aged Taoist responded calmly.

"It turns out that Brother Zhiyang had already heard those rumors, and today he finally couldn't hold back his curiosity, right?" Wei Wuya raised the corner of his mouth slightly and answered in a sarcastic tone.

"It turns out that those rumors are all true. You and Hehuan the Old Demon suffered a crushing defeat in front of that mysterious person!" The Taoist asked with a serious expression. "We suffered a minor loss! Do you hold such an opinion?" Wei Wuya's eyes narrowed slightly.

"Why? Is it possible that you and Hehuan cannot subdue the young man named Yan?" Master Zhiyang was shocked and asked in confusion.

"Your Excellency really overestimates me. When we joined forces, we only lasted a short time against your opponent and already consumed a lot of our energy." Wei Wuya replied expressionlessly.

"Absolutely impossible! Even though Yan has great magical powers, he has just been promoted to the late stage. At most, he can only have a slight advantage over the three of us. How could it be that even if you two joined forces, you still couldn't resist him?"

Master Zhiyang's expression changed slightly, and he shook his head repeatedly, his face full of disbelief.

"The fact that He Huan and I were unable to defeat a newly promoted practitioner together is not something worth boasting about. Why should I hide the truth from you?"

"What's more, I'm not afraid of making you laugh at me. The young man's magical power is truly unfathomable, even though it seems that the two of us have only suffered a minor setback at his hands."

"But in reality, the other party did not exert his full strength. Moreover, I vaguely sensed that he seemed to really have the strength to destroy us, the late Nascent Soul cultivators."

A trace of fear flashed across Wei Wuya's eyes, and then he said so.

When Master Zhiyang heard this, he was stunned.

"Of course, if Lord Zhiyang has any doubts about what Wei said, you can go to Luoyun Sect in person to find out the truth. Haha, Lord Zhiyang has come all the way here from Taizhen Sect, and I'm afraid you have already had this idea in mind." Wei Wuya suddenly sneered and said so.

Master Zhiyang's expression changed, but he did not refute. It was obvious that Wei Wuya was right.

"If it were me, I would definitely not ask for trouble. However, for Wei, this is not important. Because my life is coming to an end. Even if Yan's magical power is comparable to that of a god, I have no time to care about other things."

"On the other hand, you and the old demon He Huan still need to waste time in the world, so I'm afraid it's not advisable to provoke this young man easily."

Wei Wuya spoke again in a calm tone.

"What? Brother Wei, your life span is almost over?"

Master Zhiyang was stunned, and then shocked.

"Indeed, I was promoted to a late-stage cultivator more than two hundred years earlier than you, so naturally I have to be one step ahead. It is estimated that it will be within the next few years."

"In comparison, you and the old demon Hehuan still have some time left, and your hope of ascending to the God Transformation stage has not been completely cut off. Perhaps there is still a glimmer of hope."

The old man in green shirt looked quite lonely.

"Brother Wei, you..." Master Zhiyang hesitated to speak, his expression extremely complicated.

"As long as the Great Dao is not perfected, no matter how powerful we are in the human world, it will ultimately be nothing more than an empty dream."

"Fellow Daoist Zhiyang, we have known each other for many years. If you are willing to listen to my advice, please stop getting involved in Tiannan and the sect's affairs and devote yourself to cultivation."

"Don't make the same mistake as me, and wait for the end of your life. Moreover, with Yan's current magical powers, after I am gone, you and the old demon Hehuan will have a hard time matching you. It would be better to generously give up the false title of the first sect in Tiannan and win the other party's favor."

"After all, the rise and fall, honor and disgrace of a sect are commonplace. I believe that Yan will not pursue you two relentlessly. You can also take this opportunity to concentrate on your cultivation."

Wei Wuya said earnestly.

"Thank you for your heartfelt words, Brother Wei. I will consider this matter carefully." Master Zhiyang was touched when he heard Wei Wuya's sincere suggestion.

"In that case, I have said this much. Whether you are willing to listen is another issue. I will return to the Seven Spirits Island now. This meeting may be the last time we meet."

Wei Wuya clasped his fists and saluted calmly, not waiting for the Taoist's response. He turned into a beam of light and rushed towards the direction of the Seven Spirits Island. Master Zhiyang stood alone, lost in deep thought.

At some point, the Taoist sighed leisurely, and then turned into a brilliant white light and flew away into the distant sky.

Judging from the direction he was flying, it was obviously the location of Xiguo.

This late Nascent Soul cultivator from Taizhen Sect finally decided to go to Yan Yun's residence in person and talk to him face to face.

If this newly emerged powerful cultivator is as formidable as the rumors say, then he must follow Wei Wuya's advice and immediately return to the sect to practice in seclusion and make full preparations for a breakthrough to the Spirit Transformation Realm.

However, just one month later, the news that Master Zhiyang personally visited Luoyun Sect, but hurriedly said goodbye and returned to Taizhen Sect only half a day later, and suddenly announced that he would enter the Life and Death Pass for training swept across the entire Tiannan area like a storm.

This news undoubtedly triggered speculation among the major sects in Tiannan again.

However, at this moment, even the most dull-witted person could understand that the great elder of Taizhen Sect would never take any advantage of Yan Yun. Otherwise, why would he immediately adopt such a weak attitude as soon as he returned to the sect?

Therefore, Yan Yun's reputation as the number one cultivator in Tiannan was finally confirmed, and the strength of Luoyun Sect also increased several times. In just a few months, they occupied most of the territory of Xiguo.

Other immortal cultivation sects in Xi Country either chose to submit to Luoyun Sect, or simply leave Xi Country and go to other countries to rebuild their own sects.

Although Gu Jian Men and Bai Qiao Yuan were fortunately preserved due to their location in the Yunmeng Mountains, they also expanded their sphere of influence to a certain extent.

But they were also forced to be closely connected with Luoyun Sect, a giant that rose overnight, and almost became its affiliated sect. It can be said that blessings and disasters are interdependent, and joy and anger are mixed.

……

In the Luoyun Sect's cave on Zimu Peak, Yan Yun sat in a secret room with his eyes closed.

A huge magic circle was drawn on the ground, and in the center of the magic circle was suspended a pair of snow-white wings like lovebirds, covered with silver flashes of electric current, and a circle of bluish-white flames surrounded the wings.

Every time the wings rotate, layers of colorful runes appear on their surface. The number is so large that it seems endless.

Yan Yun formed seals with his hands, driving the magic circle on the ground to release strange blue and white flames, which continuously burned his wings. After a long wait, Yan Yun finally stopped casting spells and opened his eyes.

He stared at the slowly spinning wings in the flames, then reached out a finger and tapped it.

In an instant, the wings trembled violently, making a soft "puff" sound, and green light spread everywhere. At the same time, silver electric current also burst out with a deafening roar, and its power was enough to shock people.

However, Yan Yun couldn't help but frown, as if he was not very satisfied with the current results.

He was silent for a long time, then opened his mouth and spit out a small green tripod. After spinning in the air for a few weeks, the small tripod landed steadily on the ground in front of him.

"What happened? Did something unexpected happen again? I have repeatedly taught you the art of refining."

A helpless sigh came from the small tripod. Although the voice was very childish, the tone sounded old-fashioned, which made people laugh. However, Yan Yun did not smile at all. Instead, he asked in a cold tone:

"I have refined the Wind and Thunder Wings according to the method you taught me. Although I have successfully integrated the feathers of Kunpeng into it, giving it the ability to stimulate wind-attributed spiritual power, its power can only be compared with pseudo-spiritual treasures such as the Three Flame Fan at best, and is far from being as powerful as you described. Are you deliberately deceiving me?

His face looked extremely gloomy.

"It's unbelievable. How could a priceless treasure like Kunpeng's Feather only have this much power? Please let me see the Wind and Thunder Wings you refined."

The spiritual light above the lid of the tripod flickered, and a faint human-shaped shadow appeared, which was the illusion condensed by the Tianlan sacred beast.

Yan Yun remained silent, just waved his hand gently, signaling to the wings in the magic circle.

With a whoosh, the Wind and Thunder Wings turned into a bluish-white light and rushed over, then paused for a moment and then hung steadily above the boy's head, motionless.

The boy observed Yu Chi intently, his expression changing unpredictably. After a whole meal, he closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

"I already understand the problem. The refining process of this Kunpeng feather far exceeded my expectations. Although it has been integrated into the wings in front of me, the wind attribute of the laws of heaven and earth contained in it has not yet been truly stimulated. Therefore, this treasure currently only has the power of a replica, and is far from a true Tongtian Lingbao."

When the boy opened his eyes again, he explained calmly.

"Then, how can we unleash the full power of Kunpeng's feather?" Yan Yun asked bluntly.

"If you want to activate it immediately, your only choice is to change the direction of your practice and turn to wind-attributed exercises. It is actually barely achievable with your current level of cultivation. In addition, you can also find a top-level wind-attributed spirit stone, which can also achieve your goal." The boy replied.

"Change the cultivation system and look for the best spirit stone with wind attribute. Both of these methods are extremely difficult for me." After listening to this, Yan Yun denied it without thinking.

"This is indeed a difficult problem. Although there are other ways, these methods are almost impossible to achieve under the current conditions in the human world, so there is no benefit in raising them."

The boy spread his hands and expressed helplessly.

"Hmph, it seems that the problem is not with my refining technique, but that your previous prediction was biased." Yan Yun retorted in a bad tone.

"Maybe it's true." A trace of embarrassment finally appeared on the boy's face.

"Forget it. I am already quite satisfied that these Wind and Thunder Wings can stimulate the power of wind and thunder at the same time. If they really have the powerful power you described, I am afraid I cannot control them now."

After Yan Yun's eyes flickered several times, his expression actually softened, and it seemed that he no longer intended to investigate the matter further.

The boy was stunned when he heard this, and a hint of doubt appeared on his face.

He knew very well that although the cultivation level of the human cultivator in front of him was insignificant in his eyes, he was definitely not the kind of person who was willing to suffer a loss.

"If you have any requests, please feel free to tell me. To make up for the previous mistakes, I am not incapable of considering meeting some of your needs."

The boy looked at Yan Yun for a moment and then took the initiative to propose decisively.

"Since the senior mentioned it personally, I, Yan, will respectfully obey your command." Yan Yun smiled slightly and took over the boy's words.

The boy transformed from the Tianlan sacred beast naturally couldn't help but roll his eyes. (End of this chapter)