Inside the room, the two were still talking.
Great Master Wanxiang put his palms together. He had also changed his form of address from "Benefactor" to "Little Friend."
In a long-range confrontation using techniques, the human race could often gain an advantage. But if they were to fight head-on with foreign races in terms of physical bodies, the chances of survival were, in most cases, less than one in ten.
In such year-after-year battles, the human race sects with slightly inferior body cultivation methods had long been wiped out. The body cultivators who remained were also a minority, mainly from the Buddhist sects.
Li Yan also strongly agreed with Great Master Wanxiang's words. Based on his current understanding of the Forsaken Continent, almost all the foreign cultivators he had seen walked the path of body cultivation.
And the human cultivators he had met before were still mainly dharma cultivators, so that they could counter the foreign cultivators and survive.
Longhua Temple was the first human body cultivation sect he had seen. As for whether there were other body cultivation sects, Li Yan had not seen any for the time being.
After a round of discussion on the law, the two were very impressed with each other.
Great Master Wanxiang did not know where Li Yan's cultivation method came from, but this person's knowledge was so broad that it was completely inconsistent with the legend that he was less than a Jiazi old.
And some of the insights on body cultivation described by the other party, he was hearing for the first time. With Wanxiang's own experience of traveling the world, he had no idea where some of the body cultivation insights the other party spoke of came from.
However, some of this Elder Zhang's insights could confirm some of his own thoughts and were not just nonsense. This made Great Master Wanxiang even more surprised.
It was just that the cultivators of the Forsaken Continent were varied and strange. Great Master Wanxiang did not dare to say that he had seen everything in the world, so naturally, he could not inquire about the other party's details.
What Li Yan said, of course, could not be the Qiongqi Purgatory Art manual. What he said were some other body cultivation manuals he had seen before. He had also obtained a few of these during the great battle on Windy Cool Mountain.
Some were from the cultivators of the South Sea, and some were from those mysterious human cultivators.
It was also impossible for Li Yan to talk about the body refining techniques of the Malevolent Spirit Sect. The cultivation methods of a major sect were too eye-catching.
Some of the cultivation insights that Great Master Wanxiang spoke of also benefited Li Yan greatly. Some of the problems he had encountered in his cultivation seemed to be on the verge of being broken through. He even had the urge to immediately sit down and meditate.
Although both of them reserved most of their cultivation insights, they were both top-tier experts among Golden Core body cultivators. Some of the obstacles in their cultivation were just lacking a flash of inspiration.
Now, with a slight reminder, they suddenly felt as if they had been enlightened.
"It's getting late, Little Friend Zhang. This poor monk still has some matters to attend to, so I'll take my leave now. Longhua Temple is in the Sacred Demon City, four hundred li north from here. There is an ancient temple in the brake forest there. If Little Friend Zhang has time, you can come and visit this poor monk. I will definitely sweep the floor to welcome you."
Great Master Wanxiang looked at the sun setting in the west outside the window and proposed to leave.
Li Yan immediately stood up with a smile. After today's conversation with the other party, he needed to find time to meditate and comprehend.
"Farewell, Great Master. I will definitely visit you one day!"
But just as Li Yan's voice fell, a loud "boom" was heard from the main hall outside. Both of them were stunned for a moment. Immediately, the door opened, and the room was empty.
Xie Tongyi, outside the door, paused for half a breath before he reacted. He had just rushed out when he saw a black shadow flying in from the door and falling to the ground.
He had not noticed at all that two figures had brushed past him.
The door frame of the shop was sent flying by a huge force, and Su Yuan fell to the ground with a bloody face, trying hard to support his body with his hands.
The ground beneath him, paved with hard, green boulders, was already cracked. Around him stood seven or eight astonished customers, and a few clerks who were still in a daze and had not reacted.
And just then, a long, slanting figure stepped into the shop, blocking the slanting sunlight.
The person's face was only dark for a moment before it became slowly clear as he stepped in.
A face was gloomy, as if covered with dark clouds. His eyes were staring viciously at Su Yuan, who was trying hard to get up on the ground. His voice was cold and emotionless.
"Shopkeeper Su, I've been waiting for you for days. You've finally shown your face. You're considered a somewhat famous person in the Sacred Demon City. You've been here for so many years, yet you treat others like fools. Do you think I can't do anything to you just because you're hiding in your own shop..."
As he spoke, he did not stop walking. His towering figure blocked almost all the sunlight from outside. As he stepped in, an extremely oppressive and cold feeling arose in the shop.
This person was dressed in black, with a long face and narrow eyes that were habitually half-closed, revealing a scarlet light in the cracks. His nose was like a thin white line, and his lips were as thin as a knife.
His exposed skin was brown, but what was uncomfortable was that there were thin patterns on his skin. As he walked, it was as if a series of poisonous snakes had come to life.
The whole person was gloomy and lifeless.
But before he could finish speaking, his footsteps, which were approaching Su Yuan, paused. His aura suddenly shrank, and he stopped.
Then, two figures appeared in front of Su Yuan. One was a young man in a green robe, and the other was a young monk in a red kasaya.
"Deacon Su, what happened?"
"Amitabha, so it is Fellow Daoist Jiao Wuxing. What could have made the benefactor so angry as to injure this little friend?"
These two sentences were spoken at the same time, but they were asked by Li Yan and Great Master Wanxiang respectively, and the objects of their questions were also different.
The side room was right next to the shop, not very far away. At this moment, Xie Tongyi had also rushed over. He immediately knelt down to help Su Yuan, who was trying to get up, and at the same time, sent a voice transmission to Li Yan.
"Elder Zhang, this person is Jiao Wuxing of the Ghost Flood Dragon Clan!"
Hearing this, Li Yan instantly understood the reason.
And Su Yuan was also about to speak, his mouth foaming with blood. "He... he is..."
Li Yan waved his hand, stopping Su Yuan from speaking.
It was only at this time that the people around them reacted. Some of the customers looked over with suspicion, while others had excitement in their eyes.
And those clerks came over in a semi-circle with unfriendly expressions. They were all very shrewd. How could they not know that their own head shopkeeper had been beaten like this? With their strength, what use would it be to go up?
But seeing that Elder Zhang had come out, they naturally had to put on a show. At least they couldn't lose in terms of momentum.
The sinister-looking man in black, whom Great Master Wanxiang had called Jiao Wuxing, did not immediately answer Wanxiang's question.
Instead, he swept his gaze over Li Yan before looking back at Great Master Wanxiang and said sinisterly.
"So it's you. Great Master Wanxiang, are you trying to interfere? Although you are both of the human race, you can't meddle in this matter!"
His tone was cold, and his eyes stared at the other party with ill intent.
Wanxiang's face showed no anger at his words. He put his palms together.
"Amitabha, this poor monk just happened to be here on business. But Benefactor Jiao is a senior expert, why make things difficult for a low-level cultivator?"
"Hehehe... He's a low-level cultivator, but the things he does are not low-level at all. I don't care where he reaches his hand, but if he reaches it to my Ghost Flood Dragon Clan's head, it must be cut off, and cut off at the root!"
At this point, he turned to look at Li Yan.
"And who are you? Forget it, looking at your attire, you're also a cultivator of Falling Star Valley. No need to guess. But whether you're Xing Ming or that whatever Tianxingzi, you little sects that pop up, do you think you can really call the wind and summon the rain just because you've entered the city? Today, I'll teach you a lesson. Reaching out recklessly will bring about a disaster, and it's a great disaster you can't bear."
As he spoke, the aura on his body became even colder, and the sound of surging spirit power could be faintly heard from within his black clothes.
Seeing this, Great Master Wanxiang had already guessed that this Su Yuan might have offended the other party in some business deal, which was why he was being pursued.
He was about to ask for the reason. After all, he had a good impression of Zhang Ming and knew the ferocity of the "Ghost Flood Dragon Clan."
Seeing how well the two had talked in the afternoon, he still wanted to mediate a little. It would be better if he could resolve it. If he couldn't, he would have done his best.
But unexpectedly, Zhang Ming beside him took a light step forward and said something that surprised everyone.
"Great Master, can one kill in the city?"
The moment he said this, not only Wanxiang and that Jiao Wuxing were stunned, but even Su Yuan behind him, who was trying hard to regulate his breathing, and everyone around them were stunned for a moment, thinking they had misheard.
'He wants to kill a Golden Core? What the hell is this? His killing intent is so heavy, he completely ignored Jiao Wuxing's words!'
This was everyone's first thought.
Great Master Wanxiang, when he turned his head, his eyes re-examined Li Yan from top to bottom, his heart filled with suspicion.
"When I talked with this Little Friend Zhang before, he was always calm and composed, not at all like an impetuous cultivator under sixty years old. His thinking was rigorous, and he had the appearance of an old and steady person. How did I not see the soaring malevolence in his heart!"
After Li Yan said this, his face remained unusually calm, and there was no fluctuation of aura on his body. He just said it so plainly.
After Xie Tongyi's voice transmission told him the identity of the person, combined with what Jiao Wuxing had said, Li Yan had already guessed what had happened in an instant.
Su Yuan had snatched the other party's business, and the other party had been waiting for Su Yuan for the past few days to settle the score.
Although he didn't know where Su Yuan had gone these past few days, he figured he had gone out to operate the matter of the medicinal pill transaction with the "Sacred Demon Palace" that he had told him about last time.
Today, he was finally caught up by the person in front of him. Although Su Yuan had fled to the shop, he was still injured by the other party. This was to suppress "Falling Star Valley."
If it were any other matter, Li Yan would have considered whether to intervene. But since it concerned whether he could use this as an excuse to enter the "Sacred Demon Palace."
Although Li Yan had his concerns, he quickly went over the information Su Yuan had given him about the "Ghost Flood Dragon Clan" in his mind and immediately decided to intervene. He could not let this matter end in failure.
This time, Li Yan reversed his usual low-key attitude and went straight for the final outcome. He had no intention of reasoning with the other party, but he had to be clear about the rules of the "Sacred Demon City."
Everyone around was in a daze for a moment because of Li Yan's words. The person who had come was a mid-stage Golden Core expert.
Some of them knew Jiao Wuxing and knew that this person was also an old-school mid-stage Golden Core expert. How could this Elder Zhang's tone be so arrogant?
Especially those disciples of "Falling Star Valley," including Su Yuan and Xie Tongyi. They knew that this Elder Zhang had only been promoted to Golden Core for just over two years. For a moment, their mouths were all agape.
'There's a certain disparity in strength between the two sides now. In this situation, although we've suffered a loss, shouldn't we just pretend to be tough first, retort a little to save some face, and then sit down and negotiate? Why is Elder... Elder Zhang talking about killing directly? Even if Sect Master Xing Ming came, he probably wouldn't dare to say he could kill a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator. What's more, the other party's sect is only a few thousand li from here, and there are even stronger cultivators in the clan...'
Su Yuan himself thought that he had been beaten for nothing this time. Elder Zhang would block for a while first, and he would immediately send a voice transmission to that acquaintance in the "Heaven-Burning Sect" to see if he could come over...
But now, it seemed that this Elder Zhang had brought things to a standoff!