Dapeng's Time Travel Life

Chapter 304 Mysterious Sects and Undercurrents

Zhang Peng and Ling Shuang rode on a phoenix, tracing a magnificent path across the sky as they sped towards the mysterious sect where Ling Shuang resided. Along the way, Zhang Peng looked down at the vast cultivation world below, with mountains, rivers, and towns unfolding like a painting beneath his feet. However, his mind was not on the beautiful scenery; he was constantly pondering the unknown that lay ahead.

Several hours later, the phoenix slowly descended before a valley shrouded in mist. At the valley's entrance, two enormous mountain peaks stood like guardians, their imposing presence awe-inspiring. The peaks were covered with mysterious runes, emitting a faint glow, seemingly protecting this mystical land.

"We've arrived. This is our sect—Lingxiao Pavilion," Ling Shuang said softly, her eyes filled with pride.

Looking up, Zhang Peng saw that the palaces and pavilions in the valley were scattered in an orderly fashion, filled with spiritual energy, like a fairyland. The air was filled with rich spiritual energy, which made even this Nascent Soul stage cultivator take a few deep breaths. The spiritual energy in his body seemed to be nourished by this spiritual energy and began to circulate happily.

As soon as the two stepped into the valley, several disciples dressed in white robes came up to greet them and bowed respectfully to Ling Shuang: "Senior Sister, you're back."

Ling Shuang nodded slightly, pointed to Zhang Peng and introduced him: "This is Zhang Peng. I invited him here to discuss how to deal with the crisis in the cultivation world. Please take him to the guest room to rest first. I will arrange a meeting after I report to the sect leader."

"Yes, Senior Sister." Several disciples responded, and then led Zhang Peng to the guest room. Along the way, Zhang Peng curiously looked around at everything. He saw that the disciples of Lingxiao Pavilion all had extraordinary temperaments and exuded an aura different from ordinary cultivators. Clearly, this sect had a profound foundation and was by no means ordinary.

After resting briefly in his guest room, Zhang Peng was escorted out by a disciple, who said the sect leader wanted to see him. Zhang Peng straightened his clothes and followed the disciple to a magnificent hall. Above the hall hung a plaque with three large golden characters that read "Lingxiao Hall," gleaming brightly in the sunlight.

Upon entering the main hall, Zhang Peng saw an elderly man with white hair but a vigorous spirit sitting in the main seat. This man was none other than Xuan Feng, the head of the Lingxiao Pavilion. Xuan Feng's gaze was piercing; with just one glance, Zhang Peng felt as if he had been seen through.

"Zhang Peng, I've long admired your name," Xuan Feng said with a smile, his voice gentle yet carrying an irresistible air of authority.

Zhang Peng quickly bowed and said, "Junior Zhang Peng greets the Sect Leader. I am honored to be invited by Miss Ling Shuang to come and discuss important matters in the cultivation world. I hope the Sect Leader will give me much guidance."

Xuanfeng waved his hand: "It's not a matter of giving guidance. We're all doing this for the safety of the cultivation world. It's truly remarkable that you've grown to the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage in such a short time and still possess the power of chaos. I'm sure Ling Shuang has already informed you of the crisis facing the cultivation world. What are your thoughts?"

Zhang Peng pondered for a moment and said, "I am well aware of the seriousness of this crisis. According to Miss Ling Shuang, the weakness of the dark forces lies in their fear of the power of light. If my chaotic power can be combined with the power of light, it may become the key to fighting them. However, I have no idea how to perfectly integrate the two."

Xuanfeng nodded slightly: "It's already quite good that you thought of this. In fact, our Lingxiao Pavilion has also been researching this issue. Our sect has collected many ancient books, some of which contain records about the fusion of the power of chaos and the power of light, but they are all vague. These days, you can look up relevant information in our library, and perhaps you can find some inspiration."

"Thank you very much, Sect Leader. I will do my best," Zhang Peng said gratefully.

Afterwards, Xuanfeng discussed some preliminary strategies with Zhang Peng to deal with the dark forces before letting him leave. After leaving Lingxiao Palace, Zhang Peng did not go straight back to his room, but instead wandered around Lingxiao Pavilion, wanting to familiarize himself with this unfamiliar place as soon as possible.

As Zhang Peng walked, he came to a tranquil bamboo forest. The bamboo leaves rustled softly, as if playing a beautiful melody. Just as Zhang Peng was immersed in this peaceful atmosphere, he suddenly heard an argument coming from not far away.

"Why are you so insistent? This is not something you can interfere with!" a man's voice said angrily.

"I just don't want to see innocent people get hurt, is that wrong?" A woman's voice carried a hint of grievance and stubbornness.

Curious, Zhang Peng quietly approached the source of the sound. He saw a man and a woman facing off in a clearing in the bamboo forest. The man wore a long black robe, his face cold and stern, his eyes revealing a fierce edge; the woman wore pink, her face beautiful, but now streaked with tears.

"Hey, isn't this Murong Yu, the genius disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion? Why are you arguing with a woman here?" Before Zhang Peng could speak, a teasing voice suddenly rang out.

Zhang Peng turned his head and saw a young man dressed in splendid clothes walking over with several attendants. The young man had an arrogant look on his face, holding a folding fan in his hand, and his eyes were full of disdain.

“Ouyang Shaojie, this is Lingxiao Pavilion, not your Ouyang family’s territory. You’d better show some respect!” Murong Yu said coldly.

Ouyang Shaojie sneered, "Murong Yu, don't think you're so great just because you're a disciple of the Lingxiao Pavilion. This crisis in the cultivation world might be too much for your Lingxiao Pavilion to handle. If you know what's good for you, you'd better cooperate with our Ouyang family, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Murong Yu looked directly into Ouyang Shaojie's eyes without fear. "Our Lingxiao Pavilion has its own solutions, and we don't need your Ouyang family to interfere."

Ouyang Shaojie's face darkened: "Fine, since you refuse to listen to reason, then don't blame me for being impolite!" With that, he swung his folding fan, and a powerful spiritual force rushed towards Murong Yu.

Murong Yu quickly dodged to the side, simultaneously forming hand seals and casting a defensive spell. With a "bang," spiritual energy collided with the defensive spell, erupting in a burst of intense light.

"Hmph, you think you can stop me?" Ouyang Shaojie sneered, waving his folding fan again. This time, his spell was even more powerful, and cracks began to appear in Murong Yu's defensive spell.

Just as Murong Yu was about to be overwhelmed, Zhang Peng suddenly made his move. He flashed and appeared in front of Murong Yu, quickly forming hand seals. A shield formed from chaotic power instantly appeared, blocking all of Ouyang Shaojie's spells.

"Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of my Ouyang family!" Ouyang Shaojie roared angrily when he saw Zhang Peng appear.

Zhang Peng glanced at him indifferently: "Who I am is not important. What is important is that this is Lingxiao Pavilion, and you cannot be so presumptuous here!"

Ouyang Shaojie sized Zhang Peng up and down, and found that he was just a Nascent Soul cultivator at the Great Perfection stage. A sense of disdain welled up in his heart: "You, a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, dare to be arrogant in front of me?" After saying that, he once again cast a spell and attacked Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng snorted coldly, and the chaotic power within his body circulated. He unleashed a new spell he had comprehended in the battle against the dark forces. A five-colored energy ball rapidly condensed in his hand and then shot towards Ouyang Shaojie.

Ouyang Shaojie sensed the immense power contained within the energy sphere, his expression changing drastically. He hurriedly unleashed his strongest defensive spell. However, his defensive spell was as fragile as paper before the multicolored energy sphere, shattering instantly. The multicolored energy sphere struck Ouyang Shaojie, sending him flying several meters away, crashing to the ground and spitting out blood.

"You...you dare to hurt me!" Ouyang Shaojie struggled to his feet, his eyes filled with resentment. "You just wait, my Ouyang family will not let you get away with this!" With that, he fled in a sorry state with his entourage.

"Thank you for your help, brother," Murong Yu said gratefully to Zhang Peng.

Zhang Peng waved his hand: "It was nothing. But what is the background of this Ouyang family? Why are they so arrogant?"

Murong Yu sighed: "The Ouyang family is an ancient family in the cultivation world, with great power and profound foundation. They have always wanted to dominate the cultivation world and have had many conflicts with other sects over the years. Now that the cultivation world is facing a crisis, instead of thinking about how to deal with it, they want to take the opportunity to suppress other forces and expand their own territory."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Peng felt a deep disgust for the Ouyang family: "Such behavior is truly despicable."

At this moment, the woman who had been standing to the side stepped forward and said to Zhang Peng, "Thank you for saving me, young master. My name is Liu Ruoli, and I am a disciple of Lingxiao Pavilion. It was all because of me that you got into trouble."

Zhang Peng smiled and said, "Miss Liu, there's no need to blame yourself. This has nothing to do with you. Ouyang Shaojie is arrogant and domineering. Even without this incident, he would have found other excuses to cause trouble."

The three chatted for a while longer before Zhang Peng learned that Murong Yu and Liu Ruoli had argued over a matter concerning the safety of the Lingxiao Pavilion disciples. Liu Ruoli, kind-hearted, couldn't bear to see some disciples being bullied by the Ouyang family and wanted to intervene, but Murong Yu objected, worried that she would get into even bigger trouble.

"Alright, let's drop this matter," Murong Yu said. "Junior Sister Liu, in the future, when you encounter such things, don't act impulsively. Let's discuss this further. Brother, may I ask your name?"

Zhang Peng quickly introduced himself, and both Murong Yu and Liu Ruoli showed surprised expressions after hearing it.

"So you are Zhang Peng. I've heard so much about you." Murong Yu said, "I've heard that you possess the power of chaos and have demonstrated great strength in the battle against the forces of darkness. Seeing you today, I can see that your reputation is well-deserved."

Zhang Peng smiled modestly: "You flatter me, it was all just luck."

The three chatted about the crisis in the cultivation world. Murong Yu and Liu Ruoli were very impressed with Zhang Peng's insights, and Zhang Peng also learned more about the Lingxiao Pavilion and other forces in the cultivation world from them.

Before he knew it, dusk had fallen. Zhang Peng bid farewell to Murong Yu and Liu Ruoli and returned to his guest room. Lying on his bed, he reflected on everything that had happened that day, a vague premonition rising in his heart that his days at Lingxiao Pavilion would likely not be peaceful…