The Most Powerful Bodyguard

Ling Chongzi silently observed for a while, finally understanding the predicament Yang Yan faced at this moment.

"Indeed, he has provoked a presence that should not have been provoked. Even an old man like me cannot completely dispel this force. No wonder he was drawn to the Nine Tribulations Divine Pill!"

"I’m afraid the hope for healing can only be placed on that Ancient Pill Formula."

"But every drink and peck is ordained by fate. After this experience, the Flawless Divine Body will surely shine brightly."

With Ling Chongzi’s cultivation at the peak of Divine Transformation, he could clearly sense what Yang Yan was doing at this moment.

The spiritual power absorbed was entirely used to consume the immortal power within, leaving nothing behind. However, this frantic absorption of spiritual power and allowing it to flow through the meridians was actually a constant tempering of the spirit vein.

If not for Yang Yan’s exceptional talent, such pure and exceedingly concentrated spiritual power would cause the blood throughout his body to boil in just a short time, shattering the meridians completely, with becoming crippled being the best outcome.

Ling Chongzi didn’t want to disturb Yang Yan. While silently acting as his guardian, he slightly lifted his gaze, looking towards the Land of Mist.

That was precisely the direction of the Hidden Sect.

As if perceiving everything, he sighed lightly, shook his head, withdrew the Void Concealment technique, and appeared before Yang Yan.

Yang Yan suddenly sensed someone appearing and hurriedly opened his eyes.

He saw a cultivator in hemp garments appear before him.

The elder had no trace of spiritual power fluctuation all over his body. If he weren’t standing in the void and appeared in such a place, Yang Yan would suspect he was just an ordinary person.

Yang Yan quickly stood up, bowed, and greeted, "Young Yang Yan, greets the senior. May I ask why the senior called this junior here?"

Ling Chongzi smiled faintly and said mildly, "I am Ling Chongzi, Sect Leader of the Feather Spirit Sect. I noticed you as far back as the assessment. You aren’t originally a cultivator of the Vast Sea, are you! You came here for that Ancient Pill Formula, wanting to create the Nine Tribulations Divine Pill to heal your injury, right! No need to hide; I have understood your identity long ago."

Yang Yan’s heart trembled, feeling like his secrets were laid bare, not a shred of concealment left.

Indeed, a strong individual at the peak of Divine Transformation, with half a step into the Void Realm, almost akin to half an immortal, could naturally deduce many things.

Following this, Ling Chongzi’s words made Yang Yan feel once again that he was entirely exposed before him.

"You should have an Ancient Divine Artifact on you, right? I observed a place within you that I cannot probe, which must be explained by an artifact."

"Nowadays, there is no one capable of crafting such divine objects. At least, the Vast Sea does not have such a person."

"However, you needn’t worry; such divine items are not needed by me. My Feather Spirit Sect also possesses similar divine treasures."

Yang Yan couldn’t help but be immensely shocked; is this the might of a Half-Step Void Realm?

It truly defies comprehension.

Such a person is already indistinguishable from the forebears.

It seemed that since Yang Yan was still wary inside, Ling Chongzi turned his back to him, casually stirring the sea of clouds below, continuing to speak:

"I’m not interested in your past. But coming to my Feather Spirit Sect to covet my sect’s treasures is truly audacious and reckless."

Yang Yan’s gaze was unwavering as he declared, "Senior, I do not intend to seize the sect’s treasures, only to borrow a look. Because a celestial injured me, causing the loss of spiritual power."

"Searching the entire continent yielded no treatment method. I inevitably came to your sect seeking a cure. If there was any disrespect, I ask for your forgiveness, senior."

Ling Chongzi’s face grew somber as he slowly said, "Do you take me for a three-year-old child? The Immortal Realm Gate closed long ago; the cultivation world has no immortals. Moreover, even if they existed, do you think a cultivator like you, barely possessing a Divine Transformation body, could survive?"

Yang Yan was speechless at this.

After pondering for a moment, he honestly recounted how he encountered the celestial.

After listening to Yang Yan’s narration, Ling Chongzi finally laughed heartily, saying, "You seem quite honest. Given this, and since you are a rare talent, I shall give you one opportunity!"

"Please guide me, senior," Yang Yan silently breathed a sigh of relief and, feeling inspired, responded with respect.

Ling Chongzi approvingly stroked his beard, "Come to the Council Hall in ten days. Whether you can obtain the Pill Formula depends on your fortune."

Yang Yan felt a wave of bitterness at heart.

It turns out he still needs to participate in the assessment.

Initially hoping for an easier path, for Ling Chongzi to directly tell him the formula for the Nine Tribulations Divine Pill.

But the fact that the other person knew his background yet did not prevent him, Yang Yan felt quite grateful for this.

He was about to make a salute, only to find Ling Chongzi had already disappeared.

Yang Yan still bowed respectfully to the void, secretly letting out a long breath.

Yang Yan couldn’t help but smile bitterly; talking with such a Great Power is truly stressful.

Even the unintentional release of aura is something he cannot withstand at his level.

Yang Yan remained on the rock where he was meditating for three more hours, waiting until his spiritual power was consumed at least half before reluctantly returning to the cave.

It’s not that he didn’t want to continue but that towards the end, the immortal power inside no longer actively consumed spiritual power but kept avoiding.

Yang Yan couldn’t bear the force rampaging within, especially fearing it would breach the barrier reinforced with Wish Power.

Once the immortal power collided with that mysterious force, it was unknown what terrifying consequences might occur.

In these ten days, Yang Yan continued to search for ways to consume the immortal power but ultimately found nothing.

This period, whenever he found time, Yang Yan would go alone to meditate on the rock atop Spirit Bamboo Peak.

With this effort, his spiritual power swiftly returned to the early Nascent Soul stage.

Even though occasional collisions with the immortal power would consume a portion, this situation seemed to be unexpected.

That immortal power now tried its best to evade the spiritual power, avoiding conflict wherever possible.

And due to fearing the immortal power might forcefully breach the barrier of Wish Power, disrupting the delicate balance, Yang Yan also tried to avoid such occurrences.

For a moment, a subtle balance formed, making Yang Yan’s concentration of spiritual power increase drastically, greatly astonishing Jian Mingyin.

Ten days had passed, and early in the morning, Yang Yan dressed neatly and headed toward the Council Hall adjacent to the Alchemy Pavilion in the core area of Feather Spirit Sect.

On the way, many people cast curious gazes at Yang Yan.

Although Yang Yan had been closed in seclusion, rarely interacting with others, the residences were close, and many had witnessed his drastic changes over the past days.

In fact, although no one has disturbed Yang Yan, he is undoubtedly the subject of much attention among the new Outer Sect disciples.