Chapter 92 Strength, Ceremony

Chapter 92 Strength, Ceremony

Chapter 92 Strength, Ceremony

After Wei Zhong recovered from his injuries, there was still some time before the Jindan Ceremony was held.

Wei Zhong went to the Ling family first.

In a forest not far from the Ling family's Fuzhou Island, Wei Zhong and Ling Hua stood facing each other in the air.

Ling Ziwei and Sikong Changming were on the ground, watching Wei Zhong and the others from afar.

"Sister Ling, do you think Brother Ling is better, or is this newly promoted Daoist Brother Wei who has reached the Jindan stage better?" Sikong Changming asked.

Ling Ziwei shook her head:

“Senior Sikong, this is embarrassing for me. Although you have advanced to the Jindan stage several decades earlier than Fellow Daoist Wei, your improvement during this period is not that great.

His cultivation level is still at the early stage of Jindan, almost the same as that of Fellow Daoist Wei.

There are only two advantages. The first is that you are more familiar with the magic weapon in your hand, which will be more prominent in the battle.

The second is that the elder brother is more familiar with the magic power of Dan and the way of fighting.

Fellow Daoist Wei has just reached the Dan stage, and he has practiced hard for many years before that, so his experience in fighting is not sufficient."

"Oh, so the Ling family's sister is more optimistic about your brother?"

Ling Ziwei still shook her head: "No, what I just said is my one-sided view.

I don't know how capable Fellow Daoist Wei is, so there's no way to tell who will win or lose, so we might as well just watch."

In mid-air,

Ling Huayan said: "Fellow Daoist Wei, do you really want to fight me? Swords and knives have no eyes, and it is difficult for me to control the strength of my attack."

"Brother Ling, just do what you want. I just want to see what level I am at in the Jindan stage and get familiar with the fighting methods of Jindan cultivators, so as to avoid losing my life in Mangyuan Mansion."

While Wei Zhong was speaking, he had already put on the Black Water Spirit Clothes, which condensed into the appearance of black armor.

The repaired Yuanshui bead fell into his chest, serving as the core of the spell, while he raised a black sword in his hand.

This sword is the third-level magic weapon Xuanming Sword, which Wei Zhong forged by refining Xuanming Cold Iron, a special third-level spiritual material unique to the bottom of Luo River.

The Xuanming Cold Iron itself carries a strange cold power, and Wei Zhong even engraved multiple runes on the sword body to intensify this coldness.

He injected spiritual power into the sword and gently shook the sword with his right hand. The water vapor in the surrounding air immediately condensed into ice.

When Ling Hua saw that Wei Zhong had taken out his weapon, he knew that Wei Zhong had made up his mind.

When he raised his right hand, a khaki halberd appeared in his hand. This was his natal magic weapon.

At the same time, three slender flying swords were unsheathed behind him and hung above his head.

"Brother Wei, be careful."

As soon as he finished speaking, three flying swords left a trail of afterimages and rushed towards Wei Zhong first.

Wei Zhong's expression did not change, his right hand holding the sword did not move at all, but his left hand had condensed three egg-sized red fireballs.

It was a new spell formed by Wei Zhong combining the Flying Throwing Technique and the Golden Flame Technique.

He raised his left hand slightly, and instantly three streams of flames flew out, heading straight for the three flying swords in the air.

At the same time, black water was rolling on the Xuanming sword in his right hand, and the black water spirit clothes had wrapped the sword body.

Wei Zhong held the sword in both hands and slashed at the air in front of him. A sound of metal colliding was heard, and a yellow halberd suddenly appeared in front of him.

This is Ling Hua's natal magic weapon, but his figure is still half a mile away.

This is not a halberd at all, it is clearly a flying sword. If the person fighting with it is careless and uses it as a melee weapon, he may be seriously injured by this blow accidentally.

Wei Zhong turned his hands and flicked the sword to eject the halberd. He stepped lightly and moved to the left.

Two tiny flying swords happened to pass through the air where Wei Zhong had just been.

It turned out that the three golden flames only blocked one of them, and the other two took advantage of the stalemate between Wei Zhong's sword and the halberd to secretly attack Wei Zhong from behind.

After dodging the flying sword, Wei Zhong suddenly swung the Xuanming Sword downwards, and an earth spike was cut in half by Wei Zhong.

Wei Zhong dodged the third flying sword and looked down, only to find that the soil layer only ten feet away was bulging, with hundreds of earth spikes of various sizes emerging from it, attacking Wei Zhong from all directions.

Wei Zhong injected spiritual power and chopped down with the sword again. A black sword energy was stimulated from the Xuanming Sword and fell into the raised soil layer, immediately setting off a cold storm that froze the raised soil layer completely, and then the storm exploded and turned it into powder.

With one strike, his earth-based magic was broken, and three flying swords attacked again.

Wei Zhong didn't care this time. He raised his left hand, and suddenly a black cloud appeared above their heads. Thunder rumbled in the cloud, as if a storm was brewing.

Ling Hua frowned, a golden light flashed under his feet, and his body was about to escape from under the clouds.

But a black sword came towards him and forced it back to its original position with one slash.

Wei Zhong suddenly appeared not far away.

Ling Hua turned his head and saw three slender flying swords inserted into the black armor, but they seemed to have encountered an insurmountable barrier and could not hurt Wei Zhong's body.

His spiritual consciousness moved slightly, and he was about to call the sword back, but the flying sword trembled, but did not move at all, as if it was stuck in a quagmire and could not get out.

Ling Hua's face finally changed. A halberd appeared in his hand, and he slapped away the attacking Xuanming Sword. His feet then shone with golden light, and he was about to use an escape technique to escape.

But how could Wei Zhong let it escape from the range of the dark clouds so easily?

He lightly stepped with his right foot, performing the Cloud-Leaping Technique, and moved closer to him. The golden flame in his hand condensed into a ring of fire and shot it towards him.

When the fire ring left Wei Zhong's hand, it was only half a foot in size. The farther it was from Wei Zhong, the bigger it became.

It gradually turned into a golden fire wall about five meters in size and six meters in height, covering the entire direction of Ling Hua's escape.

At this moment, the sky was covered with black clouds, and there was a sound like thunder inside. It was obvious that an incredible magic was brewing.

There is no door to heaven.

The surrounding area is blocked by a firewall.

Ling Hua looked at the blazing flames and knew that it was not easy to deal with. If he forced his way in, his third-level robe would be destroyed.

Then the only way out is down.

Ling Hua's body sank and he fell downwards, followed closely by the clouds and the wall of fire.

When it fell to the ground, a layer of earth wall rose up and wrapped it inside, and golden light flowed on the surface, which was an earth-based defense method.

Just at this moment, the magic in the sky was ready, and raindrops fell from the clouds. Each drop of black rainwater stabbed into the earth wall like a sharp knife.

It consumed its spiritual light and pierced it with holes, while a wall of fire formed by golden flames surrounded it.

Under the siege of the magic of water and fire, the layers of soil were peeled off immediately, revealing the figure of an ochre-colored giant.

It was exactly the result of Ling Hua's magic.

"Brother Wei, please stop. I admit defeat!"

Hearing Ling Hua's message, Wei Zhong removed the black clouds in the sky and the flowing flame in his hand.

The ochre-colored giant below collapsed, revealing Ling Hua's true form.

Wei Zhong returned the three flying swords on the Black Water Spiritual Robe to the other party, and also removed the Black Water Spiritual Robe and dropped it to the ground.

"Brother Wei's skills are so profound that I am ashamed to say I am not as good as him," Ling Hua sighed with a clenched fist.

When the other two saw that the fight was over, they also moved closer.

Sikong Changming's voice came out:
"I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Wei's skills are so advanced. I am deeply impressed by your water and fire skills."

Ling Ziwei on the side looked at Wei Zhong with surprise. She didn't expect that he had just entered the Jindan stage, but he could suppress his brother who had been in the Jindan stage for many years.

"You are too kind, my friend. It is just a few simple techniques," Wei Zhong answered modestly. Ling Hua smiled bitterly.
"Brother Wei, there is no need to be so modest. I lost this fight, completely."

Ling Hua recalled the fight just now. Except for the beginning, when he relied on the mysterious magic weapon to suppress Wei Zhong's moves, he was played around by the opponent after that.

Not only were all his means of attack neutralized by the opponent, but he was also forced by his magic to be unable to escape and had to defend himself.

"Brother Wei, how much spiritual energy did you consume when you performed this spell?"

Wei Zhong weighed his own spiritual power, which was only 20% consumed, and said, "More than half is consumed."

Ling Hua laughed when he heard this answer: "Fellow Daoist can retain so much spiritual power by using magic like this. It seems that the technique you practiced is extraordinary. The spiritual power is probably more than 50% to 60% more than that of ordinary techniques."

Wei Zhong was stunned.

"Is it that exaggerated? Wouldn't that be equivalent to three or four times the power of ordinary skills?"

Wei Zhong recalled his previous fighting experiences with others. Most of the time he was suppressed or killed instantly. There were only a few times when they were evenly matched. Therefore, he had a vague concept of the total amount of his own spiritual power.

Now after hearing what Ling Hua said, Wei Zhong immediately realized the power of "Spring and Autumn Water Refining Art".

The total amount of spiritual power alone is equivalent to three or four times that of ordinary methods, not to mention various spells and the heaven-defying [Time Taoism].

Can we only say that it is worthy of being a profound inheritance from the upper realm?

"What Fellow Daoist Wei is cultivating should be the 'Spring and Autumn Water Refining Art' that he exchanged from the Yunji Chamber of Commerce, right?"

Sikong Changming added.

Wei Zhong nodded.

'At this moment, I am already a Jindan cultivator, so I did not hide the characteristics of my spiritual power.

Anyway, the origin of the skills is well-founded, and there is no need to worry about others' doubts.

Although the technique that Yunji practiced in the Chamber of Commerce only reached the stage of Jindan, it did not have the Yuanying and Huashen parts.

But I am not worried about the doubts here.

When he succeeds in condensing his infant, relying on the [Daoism of Time], he will be half a Divine Transformation cultivator, which can be regarded as one of the top ones in this world.

What would I be afraid of then?'

"I wonder how Brother Ling's consumption is?"

The latter smiled bitterly: "My thick earth body has consumed a lot of energy, and now I have only 20% of my spiritual power left."

Wei Zhong was surprised. He didn't expect that this ordinary spell would consume so much energy.

"Fellow Daoist Wei's skills are unrivaled in ancient and modern times.

Especially the fire magic, which made Fellow Daoist Ling, who was wearing a third-level robe, dare not get involved in it at all.

Is the flame you are using a kind of spiritual fire from heaven and earth?" Sikong Changming asked curiously.

Wei Zhong shook his head: "No, it is a fire-attributed magic, used for my daily alchemy and weapon making. Now I am just using this fire to fight the enemy."

"You are truly a remarkable person, fellow Daoist!"

Sikong Changming suddenly didn't know how to sigh, and could only say:
"Your abilities are truly outstanding among those in the early stages of the Jindan period. Even if you face a person in the middle stages of the Jindan period, you won't be easily defeated.

Even if you encounter a mid-stage cultivator who is not as strong as you can, you can still defeat him in battle."

'Is it higher than the early stage of Dan formation, but slightly lower than the middle stage?'

Wei Zhong thought about the method he had just used, and it seemed that it was not even half of his full strength.

Take the Flying Throwing Technique for example. If it was performed with the unknown black ball, it would be able to break Ling Hua's tortoise shell in one strike. In terms of attack capability, it was definitely beyond the early stage of Jindan.

There are also the Soul-Shocking Thorn, the Jindan Spirit Pet, and so on. Even if the Time Dao technique is not available, Wei Zhong is not a weakling in the middle stage of Jindan.

Knowing his own level, Wei Zhong turned to look at Sikong Changming, eager to try:

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, how about we have another fight?"

The latter was stunned. The Ling brothers and sisters had never expected that Wei Zhong, who was devoted to his hard training, would have such a combative side.

"It's better not to do that. Fellow Daoist Wei has used up so much of his spiritual power, and it's unfair for me to win. Besides, isn't Fellow Daoist Wei's Dan Formation Ceremony coming up next? It's better not to get hurt because of this."

Sikong Changming looked as if he was sure to win.

"Friend Wei, what Senior Sikong said makes sense. Why don't we just stop here today?"

Seeing Ling Ziwei also persuading him, Wei Zhong nodded: "Then let's stop here today."

Turning to look at Ling Hua, Wei Zhong bowed:
"Thank you Brother Ling for fighting with me today."

The latter laughed and said, "No, it was Brother Wei who gave me a good look."

Wei Zhong looked around at the three of them and said, "My Dan Formation Ceremony is about to be held. I hope you will do me a favor and come to my Spirit Island to have a glass of fine wine."

"Sure!"*3
Wei Zhong then said goodbye to the three people and flew away.

Looking at Wei Zhong's departing light, Ling Ziwei's eyes revealed a hint of confusion.

'I previously thought that Wei Zhong was just an ascetic who was obsessed with spiritual practice, with ordinary qualifications but extraordinary skills.

But now it seems that not only did the other party encounter different heavenly thunder tribulations than others, but his fighting skills were also extremely powerful.'

These were beyond Ling Ziwei's previous understanding of it.

'It seems that after so many years of contact with him, I have never really seen him clearly.'

“Ziwei, Ziwei?”

It turned out that it was Ling Hua who was calling her name softly. Ling Ziwei came to her senses and followed the two of them back to the clan’s land.

Ling Hua sighed slightly as he looked at his sister who seemed absent-minded at times.

When Wei Zhong returned to Yunxia Island, the Ling Island was already decorated with lights and colors.

Xie Linghua is serving as the general manager of Lingdao and is handling the arrangements for the ceremony.

"Here, a little higher... and replenish the spirit stones regularly, don't let the lights go out here."

Wei Zhong saw everyone on Lingdao who were busy with the Jindan Ceremony, and then looked at himself.

"Now, as the protagonist, I have the most free time."

Xie Linghua suddenly saw Wei Zhong and immediately came forward: "The master is back."

Wei Zhong took his hand and asked, "How are the preparations for the ceremony going?"

Xie Linghua replied: "Everything is basically ready, only some details need to be repaired.

In addition, the batch of third-level spiritual food that Ling'er ordered from Yunji Chamber of Commerce under the name of her master might take a few more days.

But Sister Yunluo promised that everything would be ready before the ceremony."

Wei Zhong nodded. With his status as a guest official, he didn't have to worry about Yunji Chamber of Commerce making any mistakes here.

Even if Yun Luo made any mistakes, Xu Xuan, as Wei Zhong's good friend, would make up for it personally.

Half a month later, Yunxia Island opened its gates, and auspicious clouds appeared on the island to welcome the guests.

Wei Zhong’s Dan formation ceremony officially began.

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