My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

As it shattered, he spun around, delivering a fierce punch that sent a shockwave across the battlefield, flinging more than a dozen soldiers away.

“I’ve got you now!” The grand elder of the White Tiger Race focused intently on the youthful face before him.

Suddenly, five figures materialized around Zhang Youji. These were the elite warriors dispatched by the six royal clans specifically to handle Zhang Youji, even postponing their frontal assault to do so.

“I was prepared, but I never imagined someone would be audacious enough to venture deep into the hinterland of our six royal clans to target me,” the white tiger elder mused with a hint of a smile, recognizing Zhang Youji. “You’re the Dao Child of the True Path Sect, aren’t you? Quite the reputation you’ve built.”

Zhang Youji was renowned throughout Great You, even overshadowing notable names like the Flower Demon Monk and Ding Chuan, the chief of the four courtyards.

Interestingly, despite his status, he had never publicly used a lightning technique, opting for surprise attacks that earned him the peculiar nickname – Daoist Ye. Such tactics were usually associated with lesser warriors or those unaffiliated with any major sect.

In this era, most of the respected fighters showcased their prowess through martial arts, seeking to validate their Dao and ascend as kings.

Spotting the ambush, Zhang Youji said with a serious tone, “Seems we’ve walked into a trap.”

The white tiger elder bellowed, “No escape!” Another shadowy figure of Zhang Youji was unveiled from the shadows.

The elder confidently declared, “Once my white tiger clan’s killing intent is locked onto you, no stealth technique can save you. Surrender now!” As he issued the command, the five surrounding elders lunged at Zhang Youji.

But Zhang Youji, unperturbed, said, “These white tiger techniques have so many twists. Truly, today isn’t my day.”

Still, the tranquility on Zhang Youji’s face puzzled the white tiger elder. What else did he have up his sleeve?

Suddenly, the bright glow of electric arcs danced in their eyes. Azure bolts, radiating immense power, briefly illuminated Zhang Youji’s face. For a split second, he seemed to vanish, only to reappear as an elder next to him stood motionless, lifeless, a gaping hole in his chest.

The sudden twist left the white tiger elder astounded. “How did you master lightning techniques?!”

“I’m the Dao Child. Why wouldn’t I know them?” Zhang Youji answered, his voice dripping with casualness. “I just didn’t need them until now.”