Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 260 I have gotten to where I am today not because of gentleness and humility (4000 words)

The crimson soil, the shattered mountains and rivers, the scorched grass and trees, and even the traces of the array patterns remain.

Zhang Yuanzhu stands firmly on the earth.

He returned to the Crimson Plains.

The boy's expression suddenly changed.

An indescribable pressure came from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, a giant hand that could blot out the sun and encompass mountains and rivers appeared.

"The mouse has kept me waiting."

A hoarse laugh echoed between heaven and earth.

This was a premeditated assassination attempt; powerful figures were lying in wait here, anticipating his arrival.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were icy cold as the Xuan Kong Platform in his arms shattered one after another.

The space began to swirl, and the boy's slender figure disappeared from sight.

Boom!

The giant hand slammed down.

Mountains and rivers collapsed, the crimson earth turned to ashes, and hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers were reduced to dust in a single blow.

This scene was terrifying beyond belief.

"A spatial treasure!"

"The rat is quite good at digging holes and escaping."

A blood-red shadow appeared and disappeared in the sky.

……

Three hundred miles away.

A crimson shadow appeared out of thin air and fell to the ground.

"cough~cough~"

Zhang Yuanzhu coughed up blood, staining his crimson robe.

Ning Sha Zhenren's attack injured him, but fortunately he managed to escape in the end.

Click!

Another Xuan Kong Platform shattered, and he disappeared from the spot once again.

He only stopped consuming the jade platform after he was completely away from the battlefield.

The boy concealed his presence and obscured the heavens with lightning speed, then landed on the earth and sped away.

Strands of blue light emanated from his eyes, beginning to heal his injuries.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was cold and stern, his chest surging with murderous intent.

He anticipated an ambush, but he didn't expect it to be Ning Sha Zhenren himself who would take action.

He is not yet a match for Ning Sha Zhenren, but he can kill the other demonic cultivators to distract the enemy.

Moreover, he had some experience in evading pursuit.

……

Time flies, and a month has passed in the blink of an eye.

During this period, the entire Crimson Plains was in turmoil, with bloody battles raging and a large number of demonic cultivators perishing.

On the crimson earth, a convoy was moving slowly.

"Have you heard? The Six Holy Sons of the Flame Demon Sect were nailed to the cliff face and died, their blood staining the mountains and rivers."

"The Flame Demon Sect is one of the major sects under the Puppet Sect, and their holy son has also perished."

"What's so special about that? Even that genius from Huapi Peak, who was known as the seed of the Golden Core, was defeated by two punches, fled in panic, and was eventually beheaded."

"Zhang Yuanzhu from Immortal Soldier Valley came from the ancient Cliff Mountain. He won every battle, a hundred battles and a thousand battles. He even boasted that he would tread on the corpses of demons to seek his own path."

Several cultivators sat on the back of the demonic beast, talking in hushed tones about the recent events that had occurred on the Crimson Plains.

Inside the carriage, a figure sat cross-legged, listening to the sounds coming from inside.

Zhang Yuanzhu extended his hand, the back of his palm covered with scars, all from a month of fighting.

The boy's eyes shone with a bluish light, and a rich vitality bloomed at the wound, working its best to heal it.

The enemies he faced were never the so-called prodigies of the demonic path, but rather the hidden Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators, and even the Condensing Fiend True Persons.

He fled, fought, and continued to flee, stirring up turmoil throughout the blood-red plains.

"They are so weak. Once I reach the same level of cultivation, I will surely settle accounts with them one by one."

However, no matter how much murderous intent he harbored, he ultimately had to leave.

He cannot linger on the Crimson Plains; he needs to continue his journey and reach the Land of Starfall as soon as possible.

Time passed slowly, and Zhang Yuanzhu's injuries gradually healed.

He stood up, opened the carriage door, and looked at the increasing greenery. A smile appeared on his lips, a hint of pleasure in his expression.

As for the surrounding soldiers, they seemed not to have seen the boy and continued talking and discussing.

This is a convoy of mortals led by a Qi Refining Demonic Cultivator.

The caravan traveled along the edge of the Crimson Plains, collecting and trading spirit ore.

Zhang Yuanzhu 'infiltrated' the convoy without alerting anyone, using the environment to heal his injuries and leave the Crimson Plains.

Crunch!Crunch!
The sound of wheels rolling over dry branches echoed through the convoy.

The crimson hue on the earth gradually thinned, and a city as tall as a mountain came into view.

The city was pitch black and had a kind of eerie quality. The walls were covered with marks from swords and axes, as if telling the world about the brutal battles that had taken place.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up at the two characters 'Xuanming' above the city gate, his expression indifferent.

He had heard of the only large city located on the edge of the Crimson Plains during the January campaign.

This city is a rare 'pure land' under the rules of the demonic path.

Killing is forbidden; if a living being is killed, a certain amount of spirit stones must be paid to the city lord.

The boy's lips curled into a slight smile, tinged with mockery.

Even though the city was so bloody, he still had to go. After a month of fighting, he had used up too many materials to set up the formation and needed to replenish them.

He took a step and disappeared onto the deck.

The convoy proceeded as normal.

Beneath Xuanming City, a figure shrouded in corpse energy slowly approached the city gate.

His body was tall and imposing, exuding a sinister aura and a chilling, malevolent presence that captivated the mind.

The monks on the road made way for them.

Zhang Yuanzhu arrived at the city gate, his dark eyes only glancing at the gatekeeper.

Bang! Bang!
The long spear fell to the ground, and the guard trembled as if struck by lightning.

They saw mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and countless cultivators bleeding profusely.

The cultivator before me is definitely a vicious demon.

"Sir, please...please go ahead."

Ignoring the guards, Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward, crossed the city gate, and entered the city directly.

Suddenly, the view opened up, and a distorted and bizarre scene appeared before my eyes.

A malevolent cultivator with four arms and a body as red as fire rode a ferocious beast through the streets.

There was a voluptuous woman with a bewitching face, holding onto chains and walking forward, while at the end of the chains were cultivators crawling on all fours like dogs.

There were also strange beasts sitting cross-legged on the sedan chairs, while a group of imposing cultivators carried the sedan chairs like servants.

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, taking in the bizarre and wondrous sight, before continuing on his way.

He carefully observed his surroundings, scanned the stalls on both sides, and finally looked at each shop.

At the same time, various noises came from all directions.

"Have you heard? The Flame Demon Sect has issued a decree to sever the Dao, and whoever brings back Zhang Yuanzhu's head will be rewarded with a high-grade spiritual artifact."

"Hahaha~, just kidding. Who would dare to take this top-grade spiritual artifact? Aren't they afraid of being double-crossed?"

"That's nothing. I heard that a peerless talent from Painted Skin Peak, who is said to be invincible in the same realm, has announced that he will go to the Crimson Plains to kill Zhang Yuanzhu and avenge the Golden Core seed of the Dao lineage."

"Heh, how audacious! Not afraid of dying on the Crimson Plains and following in the footsteps of that Golden Core seed."

……

Zhang Yuanzhu listened to the information being conveyed, his face expressionless.

They were just enemies to be dealt with casually, nothing special.

He moved on.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the streets, carrying a unique charm.

One gaze after another fell upon it, but upon seeing the eerie aura of death, they instinctively withdrew their attention. The tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in front of a pavilion, gazing at the three characters 'Red Robe Pavilion' on the plaque above the door, and watching the cultivators coming and going inside, as well as the various precious spiritual items.

Without hesitation, I stepped inside.

boom!
A bag of spirit stones was tossed directly onto the counter.

"Mysterious Yin Stone, Blood Coagulation Ore, Cinnabar Spirit Powder—I want these spiritual items. Bring them to me."

Cold and domineering.

His dark eyes were like an abyss, sweeping across the room, and no one dared to meet his gaze.

One by one, the monks voluntarily withdrew from the attic.

Only those who believed they could rival Zhang Yuanzhu remained where they were, staring at the boy with hostility.

A pale-faced young man wearing a black cloak whispered:
"Which sect's disciple are you, inside the Red Robe Pavilion?"

The words have not yet been spoken.

The hand that had been covered in pale yellow corpse energy was now pressed against the young man's face.

boom!
His entire body involuntarily leaned backward and was pressed into the ground.

The flesh on his face exploded instantly, turning into a bloody mist.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand, casually flicking the blood from his fingertips. Without glancing at the young man on the ground, he asked the shopkeeper behind the counter:
"Gather what I need within two days."

The shopkeeper's plump face wore a gentle smile, as if he didn't see the continuous stream of departing customers or the young man collapsed on the ground.

He extended his palm, knuckles slightly bent, and gently tapped the counter.

"What you requested, fellow Daoist, is merely a large quantity, not particularly precious. Red Robe Workshop could gather it all within a day, but..."

The shopkeeper pointed to the bag containing spirit stones on the counter.

"These spirit stones are not enough; we need half the value of the spirit items as a deposit."

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, a mysterious smile playing on his lips.

He leaned slightly forward, his hand casually resting on the hilt of the knife.

Boom!

Like mountains collapsing, like rivers drying up.

An explosive and extremely domineering aura pressed down.

The shopkeeper's face trembled, and he staggered backward.

"If this is all the deposit is, will the shopkeeper refuse to buy or sell the spiritual item?"

The chilling killing intent was completely undisguised, as if it would be unleashed at any moment.

From the moment he stepped onto the Crimson Plains, Zhang Yuanzhu had already grasped the survival rules of this demonic land.

Madness, bloodshed, darkness, and cunning—these are the themes of the cultivators on this land.

Since that's the case, then let the demonic cultivators see what true domineering, tyrannical, and resolute behavior really means.

Do you really think he rose from a beggar to where he is today because of his gentleness and humility?

"Cuckoo~"

"Fellow Daoist, why bother getting angry with a mere servant?"

Amidst the silvery laughter, a graceful figure emerged from a side room.

She was draped in a red veil, her face beautiful, elegant and flawless, like a dream, her starry eyes captivating.

She reached out her delicate hand and casually beckoned to the shopkeeper.

Bang!
In an instant, the obese figure exploded, turning into wisps of blood mist that gathered in the palm of his hand, forming blood beads.

“Come, fellow Daoist, I will avenge you and kill this blind creature.”

The woman parted her red lips slightly and swallowed the blood bead in one gulp.

"tasty."

The woman lowered her hand and chuckled softly.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes remained calm. This was nothing unusual in the Fallen Demon Mountain.

With a single stomp, he crushed the young man on the ground.

The young demonic cultivator's storage bag floated directly into Zhang Yuanzhu's palm. After casually flipping through it and confirming that it had no value, he...

It was thrown in front of the woman.

At the same time, he reached out and retrieved his spirit stone pouch.

"This storage bag is the reward for purchasing the spiritual items this time."

"Fellow Daoist, you have quite the cunning."

The woman rested her arms on the counter, her lips as red and alluring as flames.

He glanced casually at the storage bag, then fixed his gaze on the boy, speaking each word carefully:
"These spiritual items will be given to you, fellow Daoist, one day from now."

"Consider this a friendly gesture. You can use this token to collect your prize at the Red Robe Workshop later."

As the words fell, a blank token floated down and hovered in front of the boy.

Snapped!
The hand, covered in corpse energy, slowly extended and grasped the token.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he scanned the woman and the token in her hand, his gaze dark and unfathomable.

His eyes had already seen through the woman's true identity beyond appearances.

Painted Skin Peak – Wang Xi, the two once clashed in the Crimson Nether City.

Despite his severe injuries, he defeated her in one move, but she managed to escape. He never expected to meet her here.

As he rubbed his palm against the token, wisps of corpse energy coiled and climbed like small snakes, leaving corrosive marks on the token.

“I will come to collect the spirit item one day later.”

The boy whispered, turned around, and walked out of the Red Robe Workshop.

Afterwards, Zhang Yuanzhu went to several more shops and purchased some resources.

Time passed second by second, and the sky gradually darkened.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked along the street, watching the bizarre scene of demons dancing wildly, and walked step by step toward the Red Clothes Workshop.

Boom~boom~
The rumble of footsteps echoed across the earth from afar.

Immediately afterwards, a surge of extraordinary energy swept over.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly as he looked around.

In an instant, Zhang Yuanzhu stopped abruptly, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes, followed by heartfelt joy.

He saw a gray donkey sitting upright on a cloud bed, eating spiritual fruit. Every now and then, it would stick out its hoof, grab a wine jug, and drink it down in large gulps.

Beneath the cloud bed, four tall cultivators, their faces blank, supported the cloud bed as they moved forward.

Each step produced a thunderous roar.

Zhang Yuanzhu grinned as he encountered an old demon here.

This gray donkey is a demonic beast beside Ye Jinxian; he would never mistake it.

In Jiangshui City, on Qingyu Boat, on Qianbing Peak, and in the Beast Taming Path, he had been disgusted by this gray donkey many times.

The boy never expected to encounter the gray donkey here, and the implications of this are thought-provoking.

If the donkey that follows Fairy Ye is alright, then what about Ye Zhenchuan herself?

Zhang Yuanzhu guessed that he felt a little relieved without realizing it.

The next moment, he looked at the swaggering donkey demon, a hint of conflict in his eyes.

'Braised, roasted, or used in soup?'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

Before he knew it, the donkey had arrived in front of the boy. Perhaps realizing that Zhang Yuanzhu was not someone to be trifled with, it automatically went around him.

The cloud bed passed by the boy.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand and waved to the donkey, as if greeting a friend.

The gray donkey looked at the tall figure shrouded in the aura of death and felt bewildered.

However, considering the madness of demonic cultivators, it's perfectly normal for anything to happen.

It raised its hoof and waved it downwards, but remained very wary.

Once they were far away from that figure, the donkey put down its hooves.

Recalling his purpose in appearing in this city, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.

'Damn it!'

I wanted to curse that person, but I couldn't even think about it.

However, thinking about the recent news from the Crimson Plains, the donkey's hatred subsided somewhat.

(End of this chapter)