I have 99 innate treasures

"Damn it, why was he able to take on this old man's blow so easily?"

"Isn't the force strong enough?"

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Qianren summoned all his strength and swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang fiercely once again.

But the outcome did not change because he increased his strength. The Taoist Master Huangquan, who was floating in the air, did not dodge and easily took the stick.

Seeing that Zhang Qianren had already begun to pant, Huangquan Daoist Master said indifferently: "Daoyou, you are too persistent. Cultivation is one thing, and how to use this treasure is another. It is not enough to just have great strength."

"If I were you, I would first learn a 'Swiftness Spell' to speed up my attack, and then learn a 'Vision Spell' to cause illusions to appear in the monks facing the stick."

"Even if the Vision Spell can only confuse them for a moment, with the blessing of the Swiftness Spell, the Ruyi Jingu Bang has already landed on them."

"No being can withstand the blow of this stick without defense."

"Of course, cultivators of the Yuanshen, Dujie, and Mahayana stages will gain physical enhancement due to their interaction with the heaven and earth, but this enhancement has a limit."

At this point, he shook his head slightly.

“But even if you strengthen your body to the point of being invulnerable, you can’t stop such a treasure.”

"The Ruyi Jingu Bang has the power to break spells, but because its spirituality has not yet fully recovered, it is not very obvious. At present, it can at most ignore the protective shield of the Yuanshen cultivator. But if this Yuanshen cultivator is prepared and has the support of subsequent spiritual power, the stick will still be in vain."

"Therefore, based on your current means, you can only use this treasure to defeat a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage."

"Unless you can find another shortcut and use other means to strengthen yourself, or weaken other monks."

Zhang Qianren stood with the stick in his hand, panting and laughing grimly, "Are you mocking me for not knowing how to use my treasure?"

Daoist Master Huang Quan sighed helplessly. Zhang Qianren was no longer willing to listen to any reason. Since that was the case, he was too lazy to persuade him anymore. He immediately said in a cold voice, "No matter how many times you attack like this, you can't hurt me at all. In this case, this discussion is over."

Zhang Qianren's face changed when he heard this, and he shouted anxiously: "I haven't lost yet, I still have strength to spare, why should I end it!"

Taoist Master Huang Quan shook his head, becoming more and more disappointed with Zhang Qianren. If he had known this would happen, why would he have to take action himself? He could have just sent out an elder in the Mahayana stage to easily defeat Zhang Qianren.

With this thought in mind, he prepared to leave.

When Zhang Qianren realized that he had the intention to leave, he couldn't help but feel anxious. Regardless of the pain in his arm, he gritted his teeth and swung the Ruyi Jingu Bang, trying to forcibly stop Daoist Master Huangquan.

Taoist Huangquan sneered upon seeing this, poured 50% of his cultivation into his sleeves, and waved his sleeves fiercely to sweep away the huge golden hoop stick that was coming towards him.

In an instant, this treasure was swept away by him.

Zhang Qianren also lost his balance due to the sudden shift of the stick, staggered forward a few steps, and almost fell to the ground.

When he finally stood firm and looked up to look for the figure of Taoist Master Huangquan, he saw that he had already left, leaving only the trace of the escape light in the air.

Zhang Qianren was extremely angry about this, but he could do nothing about it.

If a cultivator like Master Huangquan wanted to leave, it would be difficult for him to stop him with his abilities.

After a moment's silence, Zhang Qianren's bloodshot eyes stared at the Ruyi Golden Cudgel that had returned to its normal appearance. When he saw the black stick with stars and the dense patterns and dragon and phoenix seals on the golden hoop, the blood color in his eyes faded away and he regained a brief clarity.

"It is my incompetence that has caused you to suffer..."

While mumbling, he stretched out his hand tremblingly and stroked the cold rod. His clarity of mind lasted only for a moment, and when he finished speaking, his eyes were once again covered with blood, and he wielded the Ruyi Jingu Bang to wreak havoc on the surrounding environment.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

On the other side, Taoist Master Huang Quan, who had just returned to the sect, had just sat down cross-legged when he called Taoist Master Bai Huan over and told him, "I have finished my consideration of Zhang Qianren. Next, I will select some sects that only have Nascent Soul cultivators in charge and have them collect the debts."

Taoist Bai Huan was shocked when he heard this, and asked in astonishment, "Nascent Soul cultivator? Zhang Qianren has the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, so can he only deal with Nascent Soul cultivators?"

Daoist Master Huang Quan sneered and said, "This person is too obsessed and has deep demons in his heart. He only knows how to confront others head-on, but doesn't know how to adapt. If we send him to those sects with Yuanshen cultivators to collect debts, I'm afraid that he won't be able to collect the debts, but will be beaten to death by the other party."

Taoist Baihuan nodded upon hearing this, stroked his beard and said, "In that case, I don't need to pay too much attention to him. Let the stewards take care of this matter."

Taoist Master Huangquan did not comment on this.

Taoist Baihuan then turned and left, having passed down the matter.

The person who finally took over the matter was a middle-aged deacon named "Lingjizi". He had joined Huangquan Dao Sect for hundreds of years, but his real identity was the leader of the secret guard of Dayu Zhenyao Division.

After Ling Jizi knew that he would be responsible for Zhang Qianren's affairs next, he wondered if he had been exposed, but he also sent the matter back to the Demon Suppression Division through a secret letter.

Naturally, the Huangquan Dao Sect was unaware of this matter.

……

When Zhang Qianren returned to Huangquan Dao Sect again, it was already late at night. After he vented all his anger on the plain, he felt much calmer.

He also thought about leaving, but that plain was covered with many formations set up by Huangquan Taoist Sect. Except for the road returning to Huangquan Taoist Sect, all other routes were impassable, as if there was an invisible wall of air.

In desperation, Zhang Qianren could only return to Huangquan Dao Sect again.

When he returned to the room, he saw a strange middle-aged monk sitting cross-legged at the table, drinking tea leisurely.

When the other party saw him coming back, he straightened his Taoist robe a little, stood up, bowed and said: "Let me introduce myself. I am Lingjizi, and I am the inner sect steward of Huangquan Dao Sect."

Zhang Qianren stared at him expressionlessly and said in a hoarse voice: "Tell me your purpose."

Lingjizi smiled, took out a jade slip from his bosom, and said, "This jade slip records the forty-eight sects in Huangquan Immortal Cultivation Realm that are ruled by Nascent Soul cultivators. Next, I will trouble you to go to these sects to collect the debts."

When Zhang Qianren heard this, he immediately recalled the words that Taoist Master Huangquan had said with an indifferent expression not long ago.

"Based on your current means, you can only use this treasure to defeat a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage."

He clenched his fists and wanted to beat Lingjizi to death with a stick, but when he thought of Taoist Master Huangquan's cultivation level, this emotion turned into helplessness.

In the end, he could only grit his teeth and utter five words coldly.

"I understand." (End of this chapter)