Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 250: After all these years, I wish you a carefree life! (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in the blood, the white bone beads on his waist trembling slightly.

Wisps of blood mist rose from the earth and merged into the bone beads.

Until the ground is covered with blood, flesh, and broken limbs, all dried up and turned into dust.

He then turned his attention to the red jade bottle in his palm, but did not open it immediately. Instead, he rummaged through the storage bag of the young man in white.

As soon as his consciousness entered the bag, a smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's lips.

As expected of Emperor Qian’s biological son, he indeed left behind the Extreme Yang Liquid, and three bottles in total.

The so-called Jiyang Liquid is a treasure obtained by purifying the Jiyang Pool water through special means.

As a descendant of the Yuan Dynasty royal family, the invisible benefits he enjoyed after going to the treasure land have now made him successful.

A thought.

Three streams of light flew out of the storage bag and hovered in front of him.

The young man reached out and pulled out the cork.

In an instant, wisps of red smoke emerged from the bottle mouth, like rising flames.

A special smell, as the smoke spreads, makes the blood in the body flow faster, carrying with it a desire.

"It's truly a treasured place. If it weren't so far away, I would definitely visit it."

Zhang Yuanzhu exclaimed in praise.

Those dead royal monks did not lie. The water in the Jiyang Pool is indeed beneficial to the body.

It's a pity that I can't go there to soak it, so I can only give it a rough try.

Open the Akadama bottles one by one to confirm that they are harmless.

As soon as he thought of it, the candlelight bell flew out of his arms, swelled up in the wind, and stood upside down on the ground with the bell mouth facing upwards.

Then, pour four bottles of extremely yang liquid into the bell.

Then, ice crystals emerged, fell into the golden bell and mixed with the liquid.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand and tapped lightly.

thump~
Under the crisp sound of the bell, the ice crystals melted and merged with the extreme yang liquid, and then boiled.

The boy looked at the red water flowing in the clock with an expressionless face.

He took off his armor and jumped in.

He sat cross-legged inside the golden bell, the water surging and constantly washing over his body.

A special aura surged into every part of the body, nourishing the flesh, blood, and bones.

All the muscles and bones trembled.

Roar!Roar!
The roar of dragons and the roar of elephants burst out from all over the body.

With indescribable majesty.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his pupils slightly and carefully sensed the changes in his body. His body had indeed been strengthened, but only slightly.

The most important thing is that the muscles and bones are more coordinated.

"not bad!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, closed his eyes, and accepted this baptism.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The night faded, the sun rose in the east, and the crimson water became clear.

The young man opened his eyes, a hint of regret flashing in them.

"No one from the Yuan Kingdom has come here to check it out. Unfortunately, we can't wait any longer."

He walked out of the Golden Bell, wearing a red robe and dark gold armor.

With a wave of his hand, the golden bell rose and floated into his arms.

At the same time, a yellow jade boat flew out of the storage bag and hovered in front of him.

Boarding the flying boat, I looked at the big sun in the sky and felt the warmth of the sunlight on my face.

The corners of the boy's mouth unconsciously raised with joy.

With both palms pressed on the edge of the boat, magic power flowed in.

boom!
The flying boat took off into the sky and headed straight to the southeast.

He looked down at the mountains and rivers below his feet, looked at the cities and villages passing by, and controlled the flying boat to move forward, approaching the Demon-Suppressing Pass.

At the same time, he took out the jade slip and began to study the 'Thousand Stars Falling' technique and even practiced it.

The capital of the Yuan Dynasty, the imperial palace, and the Da'anxiang Pavilion.

A middle-aged man, wearing a white robe with thousands of dragons on it and a flat headdress, sat upright on the dragon throne with majesty.

He lowered his eyes and looked down at the old man kneeling on the ground.

"You said that my Seventh Prince died outside, and that the soul fire of my brother Lieyou was extinguished."

"Yes, yes, your majesty."

Emperor Yuan was silent, then stood up suddenly.

Boom!

It seems like the sky is falling and the earth is turning over.

The faint whisper echoed in the hall.

"Eleven years ago, Lin'er's soul flame was extinguished. You were the one who told me, right?"

"Eleven years later, the Seventh Prince has passed away, and it's you who are here to tell the story again."

"Qin Tianjian, are you at odds with my Lie clan?"

In an instant, the old man's head kept falling down.

"My emperor, please spare my life. This has nothing to do with me."

"I am just an old man, how could I do such a thing?"

The old man kept begging for mercy. Being in the court, he knew too well what kind of person the Emperor Yuan was.

"My princess and prince are dead, why are you still alive?"

"Cut it up!"

A calm voice pronounced the old man's fate.

In an instant, the old man's magic power in Dantian was directly blocked by the restriction, and he collapsed to the ground powerlessly.

There is no energy left to resist.

This is the Yuan Dynasty. All cultivators who join must be subject to restrictions, leaving no room for resistance.

Of course, people from the Lie family can avoid such means.

This is a country where everyone has one family and one surname.

Emperor Yuan glanced at the Imperial Observatory, waved his hand, and several soldiers came out and dragged him down.

In the Da'an Incense Pavilion, only Emperor Yuan was standing.

He stood with his hands behind his back, thinking a lot.

Ever since the last time the Immortal Soldiers Valley recruited disciples on a large scale, things have not been going smoothly for the Yuan Kingdom.

His most beloved Xiaojiu died before he joined the game, which resulted in the end of hundreds of years of planning and subsequent plans before they even began.

All this is thanks to two people, the beggar Zhang Yuanzhu and the hunter named Liemang.

"Damn it, useless bastard!"

Even though eleven years had passed, Emperor Yuan still couldn't help but curse.

In his opinion, as long as Lie Lin'er grows up and masters the Burning Sun Vein, he can do it.

Then the Lie family will have three forces, Chuyun, Yuanguo and Zhuoyang, and three major Taoist sects. He may be able to soar into the sky one day.

Now not only has his plan failed, but he has also become a mortal enemy of the peerless genius.

If it weren't for Liemang's parents, and even the people within dozens of miles were slaughtered by his men, he would definitely slaughter them again now.

Fortunately, he took advantage of the defeat of the Qian Kingdom at Yinming Mountain to seize part of the territory and enhance the potential of the Yuan Kingdom.

The target of the infiltrated magic vein was changed from Zhuoyang, and now it has achieved good results.

The thoughts in his mind stopped and he suddenly spoke:
"Uncle, please go and investigate what happened that caused the death of our brother Lieyou."

"If you can handle it, do it yourself. If you are no match for them, return immediately."

"Okay, I'll go now."

A dark shadow walked out from the corner and disappeared into the hall.

Emperor Yuan looked at the direction where the black shadow left, silent.

Half a month has passed since the young man boarded the flying boat and headed southeast.

Huang Yuzhou got closer and closer to the pass until he was less than ten thousand miles away, then he stopped.

Zhang Yuanzhu put away the jade slip, restrained his breath, and controlled the yellow jade boat to land on the ground.

This place is close to the Demon-Suppressing Pass. If we go further, running on the ground will be more appropriate and more secretive.

He waved his hand and put away the yellow jade boat.

The young man exerted force with his feet and ran forward quickly.

The body shook and turned into an afterimage, spanning mountains and rivers.

Passing through villages, towns, and fairy cities, until the surrounding area became increasingly desolate.

As time passed, Zhang Yuanzhu drew closer to the pass. Eight thousand miles!
Three thousand miles!
One thousand five hundred miles!

When they were a thousand miles away from the Demon-Suppressing Pass, Zhang Yuanzhu suddenly stopped and looked at the ruined temple in front of the mountain.

And the graceful figure leaning against the door frame at the threshold of the dilapidated temple.

There was astonishment in his eyes.

Why is she here!

She was a young girl who looked quite young, with a graceful and slender figure, a well-proportioned body, flying black hair, a bright light on her fair forehead, and lively eyes, making her look like an elf on earth.

The beauty is beyond the ordinary and rarely seen in this world.

"Yuanzhu, I haven't seen you for a few years. I hope you are doing well."

Like jade beads colliding, crisp and pleasant.

Zhang Yuanzhu half-closed his pupils and looked at his old friend carefully.

As he took steps, his armor clanged like a moving mountain, bringing with it a breathtaking aura.

"Xie Beiling?"

"I'm curious, are you the so-called 'real person', or am I the Miss Xie I know?"

As the words fell, wisps of starlight bloomed, covering the figure and blurring the face.

His hand was on the hilt of the knife, and his eyes were unusually bright.

"Cuckoo~"

Silver bell-like laughter passed through the air.

The girl straightened up, her red lips parted.

"It seems that Brother Dao really cares about me."

She walked forward with graceful lotus steps, her black skirt fluttering in the wind, her aura becoming more and more ethereal, not like a witch, but more like a fairy.

Xie Beiling stopped and stood facing the young man.

Her beautiful eyes were like the water of a lake in spring, tranquil and deep. She stretched out her delicate hand, revealing a dark horn mark.

"it's me!"

Zhang Yuanzhu took a look and confirmed the remaining breath of True Lord Black Horn, then dispersed the starlight.

His handsome face was revealed, especially his double pupils, which exuded vitality and destruction, intertwining and blending with each other, as if gestating something.

Just one glance and it's hard to forget.

“Brother Dao, you have broken through three levels in just a few years, which is unprecedented in ancient and modern times.”

Xie Beiling sighed.

Even a genius like her couldn't help but admire her.

Zhang Yuanzhu stroked the hilt of the knife, sensing the woman's cultivation, and whispered:
"My fellow Daoist is not bad, and is at the same level as me."

He paused, his voice becoming serious.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, how do you determine my location?"

You must know that the Golden Sky Talisman in his arms is always activated to conceal the secrets of heaven, and it cannot be deduced at all.

The woman's red lips were outlined, and her delicate hand reached out and waved gently.

Two cushions and a pot of fine wine appeared in front of the ancient temple.

"Brother Dao, please!"

As the words fell, he was already sitting cross-legged.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless and sat opposite the woman.

Xie Beiling picked up the wine pot and poured a glass of wine for each of them before he slowly spoke:
"Ye Jinxian's death has spread throughout the world, so I naturally know about it."

"Given her kindness to you and your personality, you're bound to make the journey, and the route isn't difficult to guess."

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, rubbed the wine glass, his eyes deep.

"This time, the Puppet Sect took action, and you were even the leader."

The voice was calm, yet it carried a chilling murderous intent.

This is not directed at Xie Beiling, but at all disciples of the Puppet Sect.

The woman showed a meaningful smile and spoke slowly:
"Most of the geniuses and outstanding people from the four puppet peaks, Painted Skin, Paper Man, and even the Holy Peak, took action and participated in the siege."

"But Liuyu Peak did not take action this time. We have more important things to deal with."

Zhang Yuanzhu picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and concealed the emotions in his eyes.

He originally thought that at most two peaks would take action, but now there is an additional Holy Peak.

The young man also understood what the woman wanted to express. Although Ye Jinxian was a genius, he was not worthy of being surrounded and killed by most of the Puppet Sect.

What is contained therein makes one think deeply.

For a moment, silence fell between the two, each thinking about their own things.

After a long time, Xie Beiling broke the silence.

"Although I know you won't listen to my advice, I still want to say something."

Snapped!
The woman put down the wine glass slowly, her expression sincere:
"Go back, and when you have enough strength, go to the Land of Falling Stars."

"Demon Mountain is truly a demonic land, containing the deepest evil in the world. You may not be able to escape."

"Our time is in the future, in a hundred years, several thousand years from now, not now."

Zhang Yuanzhu drank the wine in his glass, poured himself another, and spoke word by word:
“This is my era!”

"I will step on the corpses of all my enemies and all the hardships I have endured until I reach the end of the immortal path."

Although the words were light, they contained unparalleled confidence.

"Ugh!"

The woman sighed softly, it was just as she expected.

But it is precisely because of this character that he is Zhang Yuanzhu, the one and only Zhang Yuanzhu throughout history.

Xie Beiling placed his arms flat on his knees, suppressed the emotions in his eyes, and began to recount the siege that took place in the Starfall Land.

"The three peaks of the Puppet Sect, the Wuliang Palace Temple, and the Soul-Eroding Poison Palace have all taken action. There is no need to say more about each sect and palace."

"You must be careful of the Soul-Eroding Poison Palace. Even the various peaks of the Puppet Sect are extremely wary of those guys. Their poison has already surpassed the conventional poison."

Even with Xie Beiling's talent, he frowned when the Soul-Eroding Poison Palace was mentioned.

"Their poison can be an object, or it can be some special words or images. It involves the soul, magic power, and the body. It is extremely terrifying."

"If you face those people, you must be careful. Either leave or cut them into dust as quickly as possible."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, listening carefully to the woman's analysis, with a serious look in his eyes.

"I understand. I'll pay attention."

He put down the wine glass in his hand and pointed at something:
"The matter between you and me requires me to take action and eliminate it for you."

"Cuckoo~"

The woman chuckled, glanced at the ancient temple, and shook her head.

"We will settle our own affairs."

The next moment, a slender hand stretched out, and golden light bloomed at the fingertips.

A small golden bell emerged and hovered in the palm of his hand.

"I have repaired the Golden Light Bell and forged it into a top-grade magical instrument. Now I am returning it to its original owner."

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, and a golden light flew out from his arms and hovered above his palm.

They are both golden and have similar shapes.

"The candlelight bell was also recast into a top-grade magical weapon. It has accompanied me in killing enemies for many years."

With a flick of her fingertips, the candlelight clock floated down in front of the woman.

At the same time, the young man removed all the marks of himself from the magic weapon.

In the Black Horn Secret Realm, facing the pursuit of enemies, his own golden bell was broken and he could only borrow the girl's magic weapon.

Now is the perfect time for the magic weapon to return to its owner.

He grasped the golden bell, and his magic power surged out, and he began to refine it with all his strength.

Xie Beiling curled her red lips with a captivating smile, took the candlelight clock, and slowly refined it.

The two of them talked while performing the ritual.

They recounted their experiences after parting in the secret realm, occasionally discussing scriptures and elaborating on their own understandings.

Time passed minute by minute and the sky gradually darkened.

The conversation between Zhang Yuanzhu and Xie Beiling will also come to an end.

The bright moon hangs high in the sky, casting silver rays of light.

The two of them look like immortals banished from the mortal world.

At some point, the two of them stood up and faced each other.

Raise your glasses, clink them together and drink.

"Brother Dao, I wish you a carefree life in the mountains and rivers!"

"goodbye!"

"goodbye!!"

(End of this chapter)