From a Zhengyi Taoist Child to a Master of All Laws

Chapter 417: Although the North Sea is far away, Fuyao can reach it

Time passed in a flash, and after practicing many water methods, the stomach cramps finally disappeared after drinking the fifth bowl of water.

There were already beads of sweat on his forehead, and the old Taoist priest, who was already a bit ugly and disabled, looked even more miserable.

But at this moment, no one dared to look down on him. Jing Yan was somewhat surprised that this unprepossessing nephew could actually break her water magic.

But she was confident that after years of study she would not lose to a junior, so she stood up immediately and waited for Zhang Miaocheng to attack.

Zhang Miaocheng hesitated for a long time, then picked up the porcelain bowl and began to chant incantations and mark the taboos.
When the elder handed the porcelain bowl to Jingyan, Jingyan took it without hesitation and drank it all.

As soon as the water went into her stomach, Jing Yan's face suddenly changed. She began to refine the water-breaking method. Her hand movements and the incantations she chanted became more and more rapid.

"A bowl of water from the Azure Dragon contains nine dragons, nine heads and eighteen tails. No matter if it is steel or iron, swallow it down your throat and everything will turn into water. I obey the command of the Supreme Lord Lao, and act immediately!"

"With all my heart, I bow down to the Qinghua Changle Realm and the Dongji Miaoyan Palace..."

"The sky is round and the earth is square, the laws are nine chapters, use your finger instead of a pen, and all diseases will be cured..."

"A bamboo has twelve sections, and even if you cut it, it won't bleed..."

"Pangu the Great Sage Li Tianwang, the Six Dings, the Six Jias, the Six Heavenly Lights..."

Zhang Miaocheng watched Jing Yan making water anxiously. The water methods this old monster had learned were indeed complicated. He made bone-dissolving water, Taiyi water for relieving suffering, and Pangu water one after another.
Finally, when refining the sixth bowl of water, Jingyan could no longer hold on, and staggered backwards with her face pale as gold paper.

Zhang Fazhen caught Jingyan who fell down in time, with a somewhat ugly look on his face.

"We lost the first game."

It wasn't until the two elders announced the results at the same time that Zhang Miaocheng finally felt relieved. He was so relaxed that even his steps were a little shaky.

When he stepped down, he couldn't bear it anymore, so Zhang Miaocheng made some magic water and saved Jingyan.

However, the first reaction of this old monster after waking up was not anger, but to search the world for Zhang Miaocheng.

"What kind of water magic is this? I have tried everything I have learned but I still can't resolve it."

Zhang Miaocheng did not hide anything and saluted in a neither humble nor arrogant manner: "Master, this is something that my senior brother and I found by chance in a village in southern Guizhou when we were exploring for spiritual energy. It is a very remote and unpopular place, so we narrowly won."

Although there is an element of luck, luck is part of strength.

Jing Yan sighed upon hearing this, exchanged a water technique with Zhang Miaocheng, and then turned and left.

After winning a game, the morale of the mainland Tianshi Dao side was obviously much higher, and even Qi Qianshu, who was a witness, had a more relaxed expression.

In the second round, when the tables and porcelain bowls were taken away, Zhang Fazhen suddenly stood up and stopped the disciple who was about to go on stage. He jumped into the field, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked defiant.
"Zhang Miaofa, please come down."

"Today's merging of the two veins is a grand event. I don't want to ruin the harmony. I don't care about life or death, but your life will not be in danger."

After a failure in the first game, the final result was already fifty-fifty. Zhang Fazhen had to win the second game with a domineering and thunderous force, so as to boost the morale of the Qi Ling player in the third game.

Such arrogance naturally made the mainland Tianshi Dao side indignant, but after being angry, they had to admit that what Zhang Fazhen said was indeed reality.

There is a huge difference between Qi Ling and Xiantian, not to mention that they knew that Zhang Miaofa had been ambushed and seriously injured in the Huanghuai disaster area.

"Brother, let's admit defeat."

Zhang Miaocheng whispered in Zhang Miaofa's ear with a worried look on his face, and several elders nearby expressed the same opinion.

"Give up?" Zhang Miaofa shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If I surrender without a fight, even if we win the third round, how can I be qualified to lead Zhengyi in the future?" Zhang Miaocheng wanted to open his mouth several times, but finally swallowed the words in his throat.
He knew that what his senior brother said was right.

As if he had thought of something, Zhang Miaocheng asked Zhang Miaofa in his ear: "Brother, do you have a backup plan? I saw you haven't even meditated in the past two days. Do those two people above have a backup plan later?"

As he spoke, Zhang Miaocheng glanced in the direction of Li Yang and Qi Qiansu.

Zhang Miaofa sighed and said, "Junior brother, do you still remember what I told you?"

"Life is like a mayfly, life is like a temporary stay. Although it is as small as a mustard seed, it can still climb the spring day."

"Junior brother, I will trouble you to take care of Longhu Mountain in the future..."

After saying that, Zhang Miaofa patted Zhang Miaocheng on the shoulder, straightened his clothes, restored the dignity of the headmaster of Longhu Mountain on the mainland, and walked towards the field with the gait of a dragon and a tiger.

Zhang Miaocheng understood the meaning of his senior brother's words, and looking at the high-spirited leader of Mount Longhu, he almost shed tears.

Zhang Miaofa walked forward step by step. The further he walked, the more his hair and beard fluttered and his aura became more terrifying. In front of everyone's astonishment, he actually slowly exceeded the critical point of awakening his spirit.

"When the blood demon was rampant, I taught the first generation of sword masters in Qingcheng Mountain. Later, I also served as a lecturer in Yuanjun Temple in Yaji Mountain. Although I am stupid by nature, I was able to comprehend a set of magic when I was trapped in Funiushan Mountain."

"I named it Fuyao, which means that although the North Sea is far away, Fuyao can reach it."

"It's a pity that I realized it too late. Even though I rose up, I still couldn't see the North Sea."

He spoke each word with pause and took each step. When he stood in front of Zhang Fazhen, he found that Zhang Miaofa was already in tears.
At this time, Zhang Miaofa's aura was already comparable to that of Zhang Fazhen on the opposite side, and even surpassed it.

Zhang Fazhen's expression suddenly turned ugly.

This sudden change shocked all the Zhang family members on both sides and made them stand up. The hunchbacked Zhang Miaocheng muttered to himself, his eyes wide open with disbelief on his face:

"Brother, is he innate?"

At this moment, Zhang Miaofa was full of vigor and a vortex of spiritual energy appeared around his body. It was indeed a congenital sign. Even Qi Qiansu, who was in the main seat, was shocked.

"It's not congenital, it's just a poor dying man."

Li Yang spoke with emotion, his expression somewhat complicated.

Zhang Miaofa has been staying at home for the past few days, and even he doesn't know the truth about Zhang Miaofa.
But now it seems that everything has a sign,
That day, the cave in Funiu Mountain collapsed, and Wang Xin, who was also a spirit, was half dead, but Zhang Miaofa was able to chat and fool around with the people from the Bluebird Rescue Team in high spirits.

It is estimated that it was at that time that Zhang Miaofa used the secret method he called "Fuyao" to break into the Xiantian realm.
Zhang Miaofa had failed in his previous attempt to break through to the innate realm, and his foundation was severely damaged. It was impossible for him to break into the innate realm through normal means, so he found another way and created this [Fuyao Technique].

Zhang Miaofa is the headmaster of Mount Longhu. His experience is second only to Qi Qiansu in the Taoist Alliance. This Fuyao technique was created by him after he comprehended the state of the sword master's meridians when he swung the sword. It is the ultimate sublimation and also a moment of brilliance.

Li Yang could see that at this moment, Zhang Miaofa's meridians were so tense that they were about to burst. His body, which had not gone through a hundred days of foundation building, could not withstand the ravages of spiritual energy. The flesh and blood under his blue Taoist robe was cracking.

On the stage, Zhang Miaofa looked at the bewildered Zhang Fazhen with a smile, a cry, a feeling of dying melancholy, and a small sense of pride that his plan had succeeded:
"I was doomed to die after using the [Fuyao Technique] in Funiushan, so from that moment on, I thought a lot of things through."

"The Zhengyi sect cannot allow internal strife to continue. I am willing to burn this remaining body and use it for something useful. This is why we have this hasty meeting and duel between the two sects."

After that, Zhang Miaofa smiled apologetically and bowed to Zhang Fazhen from a distance: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I have to make you break your promise. You said that life and death don't matter, but my life and death are already determined. Now I want to fight for your life and death."

Zhang Fazhen showed no intention of forgiving Zhang Miaofa's apology, but instead had an extremely gloomy expression.
He understood what the other party meant. He wanted to exchange his son and die together with him, the only innate innate of the Tianshi Dao on the treasure island!

(End of this chapter)