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Chapter 245 Zhang Yuanzhu: We have to go there eventually, don’t we? (4000)

Inside the cave, Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his eyes and scanned the dust on the ground.

He stretched out his hand and waved it gently.

The dust on the ground was blown away by the wind and disappeared.

"It looks much more comfortable this way."

The young man spoke softly, stepped forward, and entered the quiet room.

First, check the engraved formation, and after confirming that it is correct, place the spirit stone in the groove.

In an instant, rich spiritual energy rushed in and began to liquefy.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out a cushion, sat cross-legged, and looked inward into the depths of his soul.

On the mirror composed of red and blue divine light.

Realm: Qi Training Level 99.99 (%)

As early as the time of Qian Kingdom, he was close to a breakthrough, but delayed it in order to return to the sect.

Now that the detailed information has been obtained and the Dharma lineage has been returned, it is time to take a single step and enter a new realm.

Without any hesitation, he took out the Great Sun Spirit Essence from his arms and placed it on his abdomen.

Rays of golden light burst out from the abdomen, merged into the body, combined with the magic power, and began to transform.

Boom! Boom!
It sounds like thunder and waves.

A huge sound wave came from his body and echoed in the quiet room.

Within the Dantian, the Black Tortoise, Red Dragon, Black Qilin, and White Tiger kept roaring, stirring up the lake of magic power.

Ten magic patterns are constantly swimming in the lake, and every time they swim, the magic power becomes more condensed.

At the same time, his flesh, skin, bones, and even his internal organs began to transform and change towards a higher level.

This is an all-round improvement.

As time passed, the magic power in Dantian became more and more condensed, and the lake continued to shrink.

A stick of incense!

Half an hour!!
Two hours!!!

After three hours, the magic power had shrunk by more than half from the lake to the size of a pool of water.

boom!
Silent thunder sounded in my heart.

It was as if a layer of shackles was broken, and vast strength and magic power emerged from all over the body.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand and looked at his bony palm, feeling the tremendous power contained in it.

"I have reached the eleventh level of Qi training. I have taken another step forward."

Teenagers speak.

This breakthrough was not as difficult as ordinary cultivators' breakthroughs. It was very smooth and everything came naturally.

With his talent, will and magical power, this is how it should be.

As he thought about it, Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes slowly closed.

He began to sense every bit of strength in his body and quickly became familiar with it.

Three days later.

Crunch!

The stone door of the cave opened, and a figure in a red robe stepped out.

He did not go to the palace where the mountain master was, nor did he look for Qin Yuyao. Instead, he headed towards the mountainside.

As we walked forward, a spacious attic gradually appeared before our eyes.

Ding-dong~ding-dong~boom~
The sounds of explosions and metal clashing continued to reach my ears.

"Casting equipment!"

Many of his magical weapons were broken, so he could use the magic veins to recast them.

This way, you will be more confident about your upcoming trip.

塔!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in front of the attic.

"Ha ha!"

"Yuan Zhu, you came here right after you came back. You want to forge a magical weapon, right?"

Amidst loud laughter, a shirtless man walked out of the attic.

He is Elder Gong, who is in charge of the forging of weapons of the Zhuoyang Sect.

When Zhang Yuanzhu returned from the Beast Taming Secret Realm, it was with the help of the elders that he forged the Xuanshui Ruler into a mid-grade magical weapon, and also forged the Liuhun Bell.

Unfortunately, these two magical weapons were broken into pieces during the conquest.

Zhang Yuanzhu bowed, looking solemn:

"Senior Gong, after traveling in the outside world, several of my magical instruments are damaged and need repairing."

"Sorry to trouble you, senior."

"You're too polite."

The big man laughed and pointed to the attic behind him.

"Come on, follow me upstairs and I'll tell you what you want from me. I won't let you down."

Then he led the boy up to the attic and into the room.

The two of them sat upright on chairs, with two cups of tea placed in front of them.

Elder Gong reached out his hand, picked up the teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Yuanzhu, what do you want to repair?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, and a yellow boat appeared between his fingers.

The boat was like jade, full of cracks and a big hole at the bottom.

"Senior, can the flying boat be repaired?"

Elder Gong did not respond immediately. Instead, he put down the teacup, took the flying boat, and tapped it lightly with his five fingers.

Rays of light penetrated the flying boat for detection.

After a moment, he spoke directly:
"Qingyun Chamber of Commerce's casting techniques and materials are not bad. Although it is severely broken, it can still be repaired."

Hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu smiled and nodded his forehead slightly.

He withdrew his hand, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

A thought.

A black crystal spear, a blood-red halberd, and a broken golden pill appeared on the floor.

"Elder, can we use these two magical instruments and the small half sword pill to forge a long sword?"

The big man looked stunned. He first glanced at the black crystal spear, and then looked at the fragments of the sword ball.

With his eyes, he could naturally see that these two items belonged to the foundation-building cultivators, and now they were here.

Elder Gong placed the flying boat on the table.

He stood up, quickly came to the magic weapon, and observed it carefully.

I don't know how long it took before he slowly spoke:
"Using these three items, I can naturally forge a long sword, but..."

"Are you sure you want to melt the spear and halberd?"

The big man had a look of regret on his face.

The black spear is just a hair's breadth away from becoming a spiritual weapon. If one is lucky enough to obtain a precious spiritual object in the future, the spear may be able to transform.

“It’s melted!”

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and drank the tea in the cup.

No matter how good the black crystal spear is, it still doesn't feel right in my hand.

boom!
He put down the teacup, waved his hand, and three streams of light flew out of the storage bag and hovered in the air.

The moon disk, candlelight clock, and dark gold armor float in the light.

The young man pointed at the golden bell and the moon disk and whispered:

"Elder, please recast these two mid-grade magical instruments into high-grade instruments. I will provide all the materials."

"A top-grade magical weapon?"

Elder Gong did not agree immediately. To recast a high-grade magic weapon from a mid-grade magic weapon, one needs to check the original materials and techniques, and success is not guaranteed.

He reached out his hand, took the moon disk, and examined it carefully.

The big man frowned and whispered:
"The Moon Disk is made of ordinary material and has been recast once. However, it has already reached its limit and it is difficult to upgrade it to a high-grade magical instrument."

"If we use precious spiritual objects, the gains will outweigh the losses. It's better to forge them from scratch."

"Is that so? That's a pity."

Zhang Yuanzhu played with the teacup and sighed softly.

This magical weapon was taken from a small family of the Zhuoyang lineage, but it could not keep up with his pace after all.

"In that case, Elder, please use the Moon Disk as a base to create another top-grade magical weapon."

"Okay, Yin attribute spiritual objects, moonstone, and magic lineage are all available."

The elder nodded, then put down the moon disk and picked up the golden bell.

In an instant, ripples appeared in the depths of Elder Gong's eyes.

"This casting technique, this combination of spiritual materials, are so similar."

Various thoughts surged through his mind, and then he turned his gaze to the young man in red robes.

"Yuanzhu, this magical weapon..."

"In the Black Horn Secret Realm, I joined forces with a demon to fight the enemy. She forged it for me."

The voice was calm and frank, without concealing anything. For a moment, the big man was at a loss.

Ordinary cultivators and disciples who colluded with the devil would naturally die, but Zhang Yuanzhu did so because he was forced to do so by the current situation.

"Most of the material for the golden bell is taken from the golden-armored elephant, an ancient exotic beast, and the material is sufficient."

"Moreover, when the weapon was cast, there was an unfinished intention, leaving an opportunity for recasting. It is not difficult to make it a top-grade magical weapon."

Afterwards, Elder Gong grabbed the dark gold armor and looked at the cut mark on the neck of the armor.

"The damage is not serious and it is not difficult to repair."

From then on, Zhang Yuanzhu had all his magical instruments, except for the Golden Gangzhu, recast and repaired.

The young man stood up.

Bow and salute!
"Mr. Gong, thank you for your help."

"This is the reward for this casting."

As the words fell, he spread out his palm and a bright yellow flame rose from the palm.

The flame is gentle, sacred and pure.

Old Gong's pupils shrank slightly, and his mind was shocked.

Jade Flame, the spiritual fire of the Biluo lineage, is extremely beneficial for casting tools and refining pills, and has always been something that is not passed on to outsiders in that lineage.

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand, and bright yellow flames fell in front of the big man.

"Senior, there is no need to worry about what the Lord of Biluo Mountain has given you."

The big man's eyes were burning, and a hint of confusion flashed across his face. Logically speaking, he didn't need to charge any compensation for forging a magic weapon for his own genius.

But the Jade Flame is too attractive to alchemists and weaponsmiths.

After some struggle, the Jade Flame floated into the big man's arms.

"Yuanzhu, I would be disrespectful to refuse this."

"The casting of the magical instrument will be completed as soon as possible. You can come and claim it in a month at the latest."

"it is good."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded his forehead and walked out of the attic.

After the young man left, Elder Gong looked at the broken magic weapon and sighed in his heart.

Just from these items, one can see how dangerous the other party's escape has been over the past few years.

The big man walked slowly to the window, put his palm on the windowsill, and watched the figure gradually moving away.

"Repairing so many magical instruments in one go, junior, what on earth do you want to do?"

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu is walking on the road.

He responded gently to every disciple who passed by and greeted him.

At this moment, the sun has already set and the moon has not yet risen.

He moved forward step by step, and the number of disciples around him became fewer and fewer.

When we reached the top of the mountain, there was no one around, only an endless series of solemn and luxurious palaces.

Without changing his pace, he climbed the stairs and arrived at the gate.

Extend your palm and exert force.

Crunch!

The door opens and you step inside.

Ta Ta Ta ~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the palace.

Zhang Yuanzhu finally stopped in front of the main hall and said loudly:

"Disciple Zhang Yuanzhu, I come to pay my respects to the mountain master."

For a moment, this was the only sound in the world, without any other noise.

After a long, long time, a soft sigh came from the hall.

"Ugh!"

"Yuanzhu, come in."

Crunch!

The door opened automatically and Zhang Yuanzhu stepped in.

As soon as I entered the hall, I saw two figures sitting at the bottom of the steps.

A handsome middle-aged man and an old man with red hair.

It was the Mountain Master and Old Huo. They were sitting on the first step, looking at the approaching red-robed figure, helplessness in their eyes.

"Yuanzhu, come and sit down."

The mountain master pointed at the cushion in front of him.

"Thank you, Master Shan."

Zhang Yuanzhu clasped his fists and sat cross-legged.

He placed his arms flat on his knees, his eyes full of seriousness.

"Mountain Master, I want to know where Ye Jinxian was surrounded and killed."

He had asked on the Lieyang warship, but unfortunately the mountain master remained silent, so he could only ask again.

"What's the point of knowing? She's already dead. The Dao will annihilate her soul and scatter it. There will be no exceptions."

Chen Zijing looked helpless, and he had a vague guess about the boy's thoughts.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, only his eyes remained firm as before, and he asked again:

"Can you please tell me where Ye Jinxian died?"

Sensing the young man's will, Chen Zijing whispered:
"To the west of the Falling Demon Mountain is where the demon star fell."

"Monster clan?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stroked his robe with his hand, a thoughtful look on his face.

"It used to be the territory of the demon tribe, but it has long been occupied by the demons. It is the only way for the major forces in Guya Mountain to participate in the Three Altars Festival."

Old Huo, who was standing by, took out a jade slip from his arms and handed it over.

"Yuanzhu, this is the corresponding map. That area is extremely dangerous. There are monsters, demons, evil cultivators, and side sects. The mountain master and I..."

"Ugh!"

Before he finished speaking, Huo Lao sighed again.

The old man had never thought that his disciple would go to such lengths for that person.

However, it is precisely because of the young man's strong and resolute character that the Dharma lineage values him so much.

Because of Zhang Yuanzhu, it is always worth it
trust!

Entrust!!
It is worth investing everything in cultivation without worrying about capriciousness!!!

Events time and time again have already proved everything.

They don't want to let such an outstanding disciple, the hope for the future of the Dharma lineage, take any more risks.

Zhang Yuanzhu took the jade slip but did not check it immediately. He looked up at the two seniors with soft pupils.

"Mountain Master, Elder Huo, I just want to take a look."

"I will come back alive!"

Regardless of whether Ye Zhenchuan is dead or not, he should at least go there.

If you die, do your best to collect your remains, bring them back, and bury them in your hometown.

If you are not dead and do not need help, just leave quietly.

While thinking, he placed the jade slip between his eyebrows, and a map appeared in his mind.

After a moment, Zhang Yuanzhu came back to his senses and put the jade slip into his arms.

"Mountain Master, I have two questions for you. What is foundation building?"

After this separation, we are thousands of miles away from each other, and I don’t know when I will be able to return. I need to ask clearly about some basic knowledge of foundation building and some precautions.

The mountain master obviously realized that leaving was inevitable.

Then we must do our best to increase the boy's strength and not delay his practice.

"You should be familiar with the common sense of the Foundation Establishment Realm, but I still need to explain it again to avoid any mistakes or omissions."

The mountain master had a solemn expression and a straight back, like a huge mountain standing upright.

Heavy and oppressive.

"The twelfth level of Qi training, the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit cannot be advanced any further, even to the foundation building stage."

"The foundation is divided into nine levels, each level is a building. Once the ninth level is completed, it is hoped that the evil spirit will be condensed."

Huo Lao, who was sitting beside him, took over the conversation with regret on his old face:
"The spiritual platform is the foundation, and a nine-story building must be built."

"Unfortunately, only those who have reached the middle-grade spiritual platform or above can achieve the peak of foundation building."

"For someone like me who has a low-grade spiritual platform, the sixth level of foundation building is already the limit."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, remembering every word the two said in his heart.

At this moment, the mountain master's expression became more serious. He looked at the young man and said word by word:
"Yuanzhu, you are different. If you want to build your foundation, it must be a high-grade spiritual platform. The spiritual platform is strong enough to support your life tool."

"My natal weapon is constantly being refined. It grows stronger as my spirit platform grows, engraved with my own path."

"It is a true weapon for killing enemies and protecting the Dao."

Zhang Yuanzhu listened silently, asked questions from time to time, and the two of them answered them attentively.

All the matters that need to be paid attention to when building the foundation are explained without any reservation.

(End of this chapter)