As for Zhang Xiaohua’s Golden Body technique, Zhang Chen is not afraid. His Body-Stabilizing Rune’s level is enough to handle Zhang Xiaohua; he doesn’t believe Zhang Xiaohua can suddenly leap to become a fifth-tier expert.
Even obtaining the legacy of the Ancient Gods and Demons requires an adaptation process.
"Master, rest assured, Zhang Xiaohua is left to me. But if I defeat Zhang Xiaohua, will those above trouble me?" Zhang Chen’s voice carried a hint of worry.
Wu Changming patted Zhang Chen’s shoulder, "Don’t worry, just focus on winning, and I’ll bear all other pressures for you."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Chen’s heart stirred, remembering how Observatory Master Liu Feng colluded with Zhang Xiaohua, forcing him to contribute Xie Lingyun, and he expressed his concern with a worried face: "Master, all the disciples know what you’ve said, it’s just... just..."
"Just what?" Wu Changming asked.
"That Observatory Master Liu Feng always forces disciples to approach Xie Lingyun, acting as a broker for Xie Lingyun and Zhang Xiaohua..." Zhang Chen talked a lot, basically complaining noisily, implicitly accusing Observatory Master Liu Feng of being a traitor, having betrayed their lineage: "I’m busy cultivating Martial Dao to suppress Zhang Xiaohua, where do I have the heart to play broker? Delaying my cultivation is minor; delaying defeating Zhang Xiaohua is major."
Zhang Chen wanted to set a trap for Liu Feng, but unexpectedly, Wu Changming shook his head upon hearing it: "I know what you’re saying, but matchmaking between Zhang Xiaohua and Xie Lingyun is the major trend of Yellow Heaven Dao, and I can’t stop it. You’ll have to find a way to handle this yourself, but as long as you can defeat Zhang Xiaohua, rewards won’t be short for you. Also, Liu Feng is the candidate for the Water God of the Miluo River; although he’s sided with Gu Mingyue, I’m helpless."
After Wu Changming finished speaking, he hurriedly left, leaving Zhang Chen’s desire to complain unfulfilled.
"Liu Feng is actually the candidate for the Water God of the Miluo River? This is an earth-shattering big news!" Reflecting on Wu Changming’s words, Zhang Chen couldn’t help but be shocked.
"However, this competition is a chance for me. If I can become a disciple, it would be the equivalent of a meteoric rise. At that time, many core secrets of Yellow Heaven Dao, as well as higher-level cultivation techniques, will open their gates to me," Zhang Chen thought to himself.
"Zhang Xiaohua has actually gained Bloodline Superpower, and I didn’t notice? That’s really strange; has my True God’s Light Dharma Eye failed? The incense qi seems the only thing capable of obscuring my True God’s Light," Zhang Chen contemplated.
After deep thought, Zhang Chen couldn’t figure it out, turned back, and stealthily returned inside, continuing to grind experience points underground.
Day by day passed, the Daoist Temple filled with many unfamiliar faces, faces that Zhang Chen had never seen before. Overnight, two million experience points were added, and Zhang Chen looked at his first skill, his fundamental skill:
[Skill 1 (Tier 4): True God Rune (0/2000000)]
[Note 1: Mysterious runes are derived from your True God’s Light; you can brand these runes on everything, breaking the trait of one-day retention]
[Points: 2000300]
"The level is too low." Zhang Chen internally grumbled; this skill is the best at suppressing evil spirits, it’s the nemesis of evil spirits, and its power level is unknown, making it a good thing.
"Upgrade!"
Without thinking, Zhang Chen clicked directly, and the next moment, all two million points evaporated, and the level of Zhang Chen’s True God’s Light changed accordingly:
[Skill 1 (Tier 5): True God Golden Light (0/20000000)]
[Note 1: When Golden Light passes by, tenth-tier evil spirits retreat three miles.]
Seeing the fifth-tier skill, Zhang Chen was startled: True God Golden Light?
From the initial Exorcising Golden Light, to True God’s Light, to now True God Golden Light, Zhang Chen found with the change of name suffix, its power is continuously increasing.
Cultivating to ninth-tier is the Yang God, isn’t above the ninth-tier the tenth-tier?
His True God Golden Light is actually able to make tenth-tier evil spirits retreat three miles?
Extraordinary!
However, seeing the upgraded skill points, Zhang Chen secretly clicked his tongue; this skill points require a tenfold increase, requiring a full twenty million to upgrade.
"Twenty million isn’t much, considering my current experience grinding speed, calculating at two million a day, it’s only a matter of ten days before upgrading to sixth-tier. I wonder what unbelievable changes True God Golden Light will have then." Zhang Chen was somewhat looking forward.
"Huangli Temple is simply my blessed land, except for Zhang Xiaohua and Liu Feng, everything else is good. If I can kick these two troublemakers out of Huangli Temple, then occupy Huangli Temple alone, enjoy all the incense, using the entire Dao lineage to nourish myself, that would be marvelous." Zhang Chen mused joyfully, thinking about how to rid this annoying pair.
On the second day, the morning bell chimed, and Zhang Chen, with a bruised face, climbed out of bed, feeling the excruciating pain on his face; his rebellious niece’s strikes had become increasingly vicious.
Xiaodouding walked in from outside, called out to Zhang Chen, "Zhang Chen, it’s time for morning class."
Not rushing, Zhang Chen got dressed and washed up, then followed Chengyu to morning class. Arriving at the main hall’s entrance, he was astonished, as outside the main hall lined up hundreds of new faces, extending from inside to outside.
"Where did all these people come from?"
Zhang Chen murmured, joining the end of the line, speaking.
"They’re elites from various Daoist Temples, coming to participate in the competition. Even if their Martial Dao cultivation is less, when some are fighting hard, there’s a chance to take advantage." Xiaodouding said.
Zhang Chen pondered, the martial competition isn’t determined solely by higher cultivation, factors like situational changes are crucial for victory.
"See that one at the front, the most good-looking one, is from Huanghua Temple: Chu Mingyue. He’s gone far in Dark Force cultivation and reportedly killed a god during close combat. That god didn’t even have time to use his ability before being punched to death." Xiaodouding pointed to the most handsome figure at the front, speaking.
Zhang Chen could see half of Chu Mingyue’s face, under lamplight, indeed flawless, shining with pure light.
Even if it’s half a face, it’s unmatched handsomeness, but Zhang Chen felt it’s passable, yet believes his handsomeness is slightly superior.
"Though there are three popular contenders for winning the competition, I think this person has the best chance, as anyone capable of killing gods must be intensely powerful." Xiaodouding professionally commented beside Zhang Chen, "The other two probably aren’t Chu Mingyue’s match."
Unexpectedly, as Xiaodouding’s words fell, a sarcastic voice came from behind him: "What does this three-inch nail know, this guy is just a pretty face, what skill does he have? His skills are all exaggerated by people. So what if he killed a god? Gods can be strong or weak, martial artists killing gods isn’t unheard of. Moreover, I heard this kid used deceit to kill a god, today’s competition in broad daylight leaves no room for tricks."
Listening to the sour words, Zhang Chen turned to see a little fatty, full of indignation, refuting Xiaodouding’s words.
Yet Zhang Chen found some truth in the words, as some gods possess abilities indeed tedious, killing them might be difficult, but not impossible.
A little fatty with a round face, looking rather joyous, with a round tummy like a Maitreya Buddha.
"You little fatty only knows how to be sour; if you have skills, defeat him in the ring, why be sour here? You envy his looks; you’re insecure!" Xiaodouding, seeing someone dare to refute his views and calling him a three-inch nail, was displeased, directly retorting.
"Ha, I’m just stating facts, why rush? While that guy is handsome, looks aren’t nourishment. Have you, little three-inch nail, weaned yet, do you know what martial arts is? Do you know what competition is?" Hearing Xiaodouding calling him sour, the little fatty was upset. "I’m sour? Me? That guy’s just slightly more handsome than me, can I be sour?"
It’s simply ridiculous; he, Huangfeng Temple’s most handsome, is accused of being sour? Him? Sour? Insecure?
It’s outright absurd, leaving him grinding his teeth in annoyance.