Chapter 317: The End of the World is So Close, Immortal Methods
February 2, evening, Tianshi Mansion.

The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated a lonely figure. The 66th Heavenly Master, Zhang Chulan, just sat quietly, lying on the stone wall in the corner.

An unspeakable worry flashed in his eyes as he stared at the screen of his mobile phone. He looked at the chat box where he was talking to himself, pressed his finger on the lower right corner, and sent the edited text message.

Since their meeting last year, his father Zhang Yude has lost contact with him for five months.

During this period, Zhang Chulan took the initiative to send greetings many times, but received no reply. In the past, he was not worried when he lost contact for three or four months. However, some things that happened last year made him feel extremely uneasy.

The Feng family was wiped out.

As a descendant of the betrayer, Zhang Chulan vaguely sensed a malicious force hiding in a place he could not reach, spying on him.

Duanmu Ying's arrangement before his death exposed the truth. If those who were still alive and had comprehended the Eight Wonders had been displaced for half their lives and had accumulated grievances for a long time, would they let him go?
1998.2.4
It was Zhang Chulan's birthday. After parting with his father, no matter how busy he was every year, the birthday congratulations he sent always arrived on time, but this year, no.
He was not there on New Year’s Eve or the Spring Festival either. It was as if he had evaporated from the face of the earth.

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Zhang Chulan was uneasy. He looked up and sighed tiredly, gazing at the sunset in the distance. A cruel fact emerged in his imagination.

At this moment, his desire for power was stronger than ever before.

If you are strong enough, with extraordinary power like your master, why do you have to tread on thin ice, spend so much time calculating, and plan for the safety of your life? Wouldn't it be better to just use your fists to shut up all the monsters?

The young man's wild imagination and fantasy of overturning the sky are one of the few psychological comforts for him after a day of hard training.

At this moment, a young boy's voice sounded.

"Uncle Master! Are you here? Master is looking for you."

Zhang Chulan looked in the direction of the voice and saw the Taoist boy with white hair and blue eyes approaching. He sat up with a somersault and responded enthusiastically:

"Xiao Yuzi? Thank you for making this special trip. OK, let's go."

Over the past six months, Zhang Chulan has tried his best to interact with the disciples of the Tianshi Mansion, but there is still an invisible barrier between them. It seems that most of the older disciples support Junior Uncle Lingyu as the next Tianshi, and he is just a cover for the outside world, with no substance.

The younger kids, on the other hand, weren't too averse to him and continued to play with him as usual.

"Hey, Xiaoyu, why did Master come to me?"

"I don't know. Senior Uncle Lingyu is here too. He's staying in the pavilion on the back hill. Maybe Senior Uncle has something important to tell you two?"

Xiaoyu spread his hands innocently, with a helpless look on his face, and felt a little worried about Zhang Chulan's situation.

Even though they lived under the same roof, everyone knew that Master Lingyu was indifferent to Master Chulan. He even ignored him when they met and treated him like air.

"Well, let's go and have a look."

Zhang Chulan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and faced everything calmly.

He is not afraid of that cold-faced guy. He has given too much face, but the other party doesn't accept it, so just let it go. Even a clay man has some temper. He will give in and use his dignity to exchange for a relaxation of the relationship. He is not so spineless.

As they were talking, the two soon came to the pavilion on the back mountain. Lingyu and Rongshan were waiting outside the pavilion.

Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong were chatting in the pavilion. They were facing the cell phones on the stone tea table and talking non-stop. The voices coming from the phones were very cold, yet they made people feel gentle, like old friends reminiscing about the past.

"Old Lu, let's talk later. I'll talk to them when everyone is here."

"Okay, you and Lao Tian go ahead and make sure you explain clearly and don't leave anything out."

After a brief conversation, the phone call ended. Zhang Zhiwei turned around slightly and looked at the younger generations in front of him. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth could hardly hide his smile. He said leisurely:

"There is an overseas trial, and our Tianshi Mansion has three places. Do you young men want to participate and take this opportunity to hone your skills?"

"Oh? Master, what trial are you talking about?"

Zhang Chulan's eyes lit up involuntarily. He had been confined to the mansion for more than two hundred days, practicing day after day, which was very boring. He also lacked practical experience with his peers, so when he heard that he could take part in the trial, he instantly became interested.

"It was arranged by the Trinity Sect to train the young disciples of their generation. Old Lu and I have a good relationship, so I took him with me for a while."

Several people were stunned when they heard this. Was it actually held by Trinity Sect? This was the first time in decades, so it was very rare.

Zhang Chulan was looking forward to it, while Zhang Lingyu frowned slightly. They were both impressed by the white-haired young man who appeared at the Luotian Conference.

Lu Lin, the direct disciple of the contemporary Sanyi Sect Master, once surpassed his peers in cultivation.

Will he attend as well?

So is the person presiding over the trial Wei Xuanzi, the head of the Sanyi Sect, or that peerless immortal?

No matter which one it was, they were at a level they could not reach. Just as the two were daydreaming, Zhang Zhiwei stroked his beard and smiled, introducing them further:

"In the past few days, a traitor has emerged in the company's northeastern region. He is a remnant of the former Toyo Bihe Nin. He has been dormant in the country for decades and holds a very high position. He colluded with both insiders and outsiders and kidnapped one of the company's most important treasures."

"The company was at a loss and sought help from the Sanyi Sect. The old sect leader Jiang, whom you met last time, went to intercept them personally and arrested more than 90 Japanese aliens. He exiled them all to overseas islands and sent the young disciples of the sect to fight with them to hone their blood."

"Old Lu told me this time that they don't take any protective measures, so the risk is extremely high." "Although the Japanese aliens exiled to the island are injured, they are numerous and powerful, and they are the elite of the Watanabe family. You have the qualifications to participate, and you also have the right to refuse. In other words, it's up to you to make the decision."

Zhang Zhiwei said this, but he knew without even thinking that the Trinity Sect must have made some secret preparations.

As for what you say to the younger generation, you have to be serious so that they feel alert and don't let their guard down, and try their best to avoid being taken advantage of.

Zhang Chulan's expression changed, and he asked the old Taoist priest, "Master, since it is overseas, is the trial location closed?"

"Yes, there is a barrier set up by the Jiang Clan there. It is a world of its own, isolated from the rest of the world."

Zhang Zhiwei's eyes moved away from Zhang Chulan and came to Rong Shan and Zhang Lingyu, and he warned:
"With the abilities of young people like you, it will be difficult to get out once you get in. In addition, the food and water resources on the island are extremely scarce. You should think twice before you act."

Without any hesitation, Zhang Lingyu set an example:
"Master, I am willing to go. Please help me."

"Master, eh, well, I want to go for a walk too."

Rong Shan scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly:
"It's one thing to have itchy hands, but Old Ten and Chu Lan can take care of each other, so you can worry less."

"Rongshan, you are thoughtful."

Zhang Zhiwei smiled with relief, his eyes were kind, and the wrinkles on his face were slightly relaxed.

"Master, I'm going too."

Zhang Chulan quickly raised his hand to indicate that this great trial opportunity was a shortcut to improving one's abilities, and it would be a great loss if he didn't go.

"Okay, pack your bags tonight and leave with me tomorrow."

Zhang Zhiwei is looking forward to the trials of these three young men. Perhaps this experience can become an opportunity to break the ice in their relationship.

"The island is full of dangers. I have only one piece of advice for you. Don't be arrogant. Try to travel with disciples from the Trinity Sect. They are all young people. You can get to know each other through chatting. It's not bad to be able to make friends openly."

"Don't act alone. Even if you don't want to come into contact with those disciples, the three of you must travel together. No one can be left alone. Do you understand?"

Zhang Zhiwei spoke earnestly. He had no idea what specific abilities those Japanese aliens had. No matter whether it was Zhang Chulan, Zhang Lingyu, or Rong Shan, once they were targeted by those executioners who carried out assassination missions all year round and were besieged by dozens of people, they would surely die with their cultivation level.

"clear!!!"

Seeing that the old Taoist priest looked unusually solemn, the three of them said in unison.

"Go ahead and get ready."

The next day.

The four people who took the flight early in the morning arrived at Trinity Gate at two o'clock in the afternoon.

The Taoist palace is tall, simple and solemn. Fresh air is everywhere, seeping into every pore. After they arrived, there was an inexplicable feeling of freshness and comfort, and their overall mental state couldn't help but improve a lot.

Lu Jin received his old friend and they had a very pleasant conversation.

There were two disciples of the Trinity Sect who were taking part in the trial and they were on their way. Lu Gong from the Lu family had been dragged here by the old man a long time ago and was talking with Lu Lin and the others.

Seeing that it was a fellow Taoist from Mount Longhu who came, a disciple from the sect came over and took the initiative to greet Rong Shan, Zhang Lingyu, and Zhang Chulan, and invited them to discuss cooperation on the trial.

Time passed quickly and it was evening. After dinner, all the trial participants gathered downstairs in the Sutra Library.

Before setting off, Lu Jin explained the rules to them again, and it was over in less than five minutes.

All the trial-takers present were on high alert and listening attentively. The ones they were fighting this time were the ninety-six aliens from the East, so no one dared to be careless.

After Lu Jin finished his speech, everyone waited quietly in front of the attic. Cheng Zhen turned around, looked towards the fourth floor, and said softly:
"Uncle Master, everyone is here, the trial can start at any time."

Inside the building, Jiang Mo put down the tablet on which he was browsing the dark web information. He didn't even go downstairs. He just slowly raised his right hand and touched the void with his index finger.

In an instant, a vast amount of true Qi overflowed, and a blazing white vortex suddenly appeared in front of the pavilion. The trial participants were horrified. Through the vortex, they saw an island with blue sea and blue sky.

Is this the magical power of Chen Qing Xuan Zun? It can help them cross two distant places in a moment?

Especially the three people from Longhu Mountain and the young man from the Lu family, their pupils suddenly shrank and they were shocked beyond words.

You know, from the previous conversation, they learned that their destination was North Kole Island, 14,000 kilometers away from Sanyi Gate. Now it was so close, only one step away. It would be a lie to say that they were not in awe. Their past perceptions of aliens were overturned at this moment.

"Come on, little guys."

Cheng Zhen smiled faintly like the warm sunshine and encouraged everyone.

"call out!"

"call out!"

One after another, figures crossed the blazing white vortex and landed on North Kolai Island. The trial began!
(End of this chapter)