Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 267 The Puppet Sect deserves to die! Brother Dao is right, I agree (4000)

Fallen Demon Mountain, Painted Skin Peak.

In the secret room, Wang Xi slowly opened her eyes, her expression icy and filled with chilling killing intent.

Another precious mask has shattered. These are all beautiful things she created by peeling off the most beautiful parts of the skin from female cultivators and mortals and sewing them together.

It was wasted.

"Such generous terms, and you chose to refuse them, what a pity."

Wang Xi sighed softly and stood up.

She was draped in a light veil, her long, black hair cascading down, her graceful figure appearing and disappearing in the darkness.

"If you want to die, then go ahead and die."

The woman walked gracefully forward, exiting the secret chamber and heading towards the summit.

A barely audible murmur drifted through the secret room.

"I'm curious, how would you survive if you were being chased by several real people?"

the other side.

A gentle breeze blew, causing his red robe to flutter, and Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were filled with contemplation.

Now that his true purpose for entering the Fallen Demon Mountain has been exposed, the pass leading to the Starfall Land must be blocked and difficult to cross.

Now he needs to think about other ways to leave.

Given his current situation, there are only two ways for him to leave Fallen Demon Mountain.

Firstly, one can leave through hidden paths between regions, but these paths are inevitably known to the sect and are core secrets that cannot be easily obtained.

Secondly, he could escape directly through a long-distance teleportation array, but with his current strength, he simply couldn't set up such an array; it would require far too many rare and precious spiritual objects.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, his hand gently stroking the hilt of the knife, as one idea after another flashed through his mind.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy's lips curled into a smile.

He thought of a way to leave. Since setting up a teleportation array himself was too troublesome, why not make some slight modifications to the existing teleportation array?

"That's a good method, you can try it."

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, took a step forward, crossed the field in one stride, and sped westward.

He moved extremely fast, constantly changing direction, taking out one refined corpse after another, and scattering them away with the array plate.

Each array plate contains a wisp of his aura.

After a certain period of time, his aura will naturally be revealed, dispersing the pursuers.

Of course, besides traveling, he would also take out the jade slip containing the "Yaoguang Star Robe" to read, multitasking so as not to waste his cultivation time.

Time passes day by day.

Zhang Yuanzhu arrived in the central part of Wan Gui Prefecture, a prosperous area teeming with cultivators and rich in spiritual energy.

He stood before the marketplace, watching the various cultivators coming and going, and slowly approached the marketplace.

They planned to take advantage of the bustling market to gather information about the teleportation array.

In recent days, he had passed through many demon cities without success, and hoped that this time he would not be disappointed.

The aura of death enveloped his entire body, making him appear ferocious and malevolent.

This caused the demonic cultivators to naturally stay away, unwilling to provoke them.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, glanced at the guards at the entrance of the market, casually handed them a few spirit stones, and then walked in.

boom!
A deafening clamor erupted as cultivators on the street drank heavily or embraced alluring women, indulging in unrestrained revelry.

On both sides of the road, in front of each pavilion, women of various styles lean against the threshold, beckoning customers.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, sensing the mixed magical power of the female cultivators.

He seemed to understand the main profit of this market; it was truly a place that manipulated emotions and desires.

"Borthello!"

The boy scoffed, took a step forward, and prepared to leave the street.

Even though he transformed into a demonic cultivator, he still possessed a certain charm that attracted the frequent attention of female cultivators.

"Fellow Daoist, would you be willing to join Qingxue Tower? I will surely let you enjoy the ultimate bliss in the mortal world," the beautiful woman in a white dress extended an invitation.

The woman's red lips were slightly pursed, her appearance serene and pure, evoking pity.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at it and sensed the extremely chaotic magic power of the other party. He strode forward and ignored it.

"From which lineage do you come? You have no sense of chivalry."

Two demonic cultivators, clad in red robes and with four arms growing from their shoulders, blocked the boy's path.

The two men had faces as red as dates, with protruding fangs, and were ferocious and fierce.

One of the demonic cultivators, with a red sable perched on his shoulder, kept growling at the young man, his beastly eyes filled with greed.

Zhang Yuanzhu's arms hung naturally at his sides, and he sensed a deep-seated malice.

His gaze was sharp as he stared intently at the appearances of the two demonic cultivators before him.

These are the characteristics of disciples of the Flame Demon Sect, a faction under the Puppet Sect.

As their strength increases, the fundamental techniques they cultivate will become increasingly inhuman and demonic.

Legend has it that when one cultivates to the Condensing Evil Realm, one becomes a thousand feet tall, with eight arms growing from each shoulder and three heads.

Every move they make is enough to burn down mountains and rivers and dry up great rivers.

As for why he knew so much about the Flame Demon Sect, it was naturally because...
While traveling through the Fallen Demon Mountain, I encountered this sect many times. Their so-called Holy Son was nailed to death by him on the Blood Plain.

Zhang Yuanzhu naturally obtained many scriptures and cultivation techniques from the Flame Demon Sect.

"roll!"

A low drink.

The white bone beads at his waist trembled, and the corpse energy boiled and churned, causing a series of wild howls.

Like a great demon descending upon the world, full of demonic power.

The two disciples of the Flame Demon Sect looked solemn. Such corpse energy was enough to reach the peak of Qi Refining, or even be about to enter the Foundation Establishment realm.

Normally, they would never offend such a cultivator.

However, there are also the unusual actions of the spirit-seeking sable, as well as the rule that one cannot take action in the market.

The two exchanged a glance, and the demonic cultivator carrying the spirit sable on his shoulder stepped forward.

Clasping your hands in a fist salute!
"Fellow Daoist, you misunderstand. We have no ill intentions. We simply saw your extraordinary aura and wished to make a deal."

At this moment, all the demonic cultivators turned their gazes toward each other, their expressions varied.

Even the female cultivators who were soliciting customers stopped what they were doing and looked over with great interest.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and sharp. He tried his best to keep his presence to a minimum, but he didn't expect that his plans would still be ruined by two idiots.

It seems we have to find another way to gather information.

At this moment, the two disciples of the Flame Demon Sect were still speaking:
"Do you have any fire-attribute treasures? We, your fellow disciples, are willing to exchange them for spiritual items. We will not let you suffer any loss."

At this moment, the demonic cultivators watching revealed a knowing look in their eyes. Given the Flame Demon Sect's desire for fire and the Great Sun treasure, it was not surprising that they would take such an action that offended cultivators.

"A deal? You're not worthy of it!"

A calm voice echoed through the crowd.

Before the two from the Flame Demon Sect could respond, a powerful aura belonging to a Foundation Establishment cultivator soared into the sky, causing the heavens and earth to tremble.

"It's a major foundation-building repair!"

"Senior, spare our lives! We await your mercy!"

Boom!

Endless corpse energy surged forth like a tidal wave, engulfing everything in its path.

Disciples of the Flame Demon Sect, spirit minks and strange beasts, magical artifacts—all were instantly corroded into nothingness and turned into dust.

Zhang Yuanzhu also took the opportunity to kill a wave of demonic cultivators who were watching from the sidelines.

"Fellow Daoist, stop!"

With a loud shout, the corpse energy exploded outwards.

An elderly man in a gray robe arrived from the center of the city, also exuding the aura of someone who had reached the Foundation Establishment stage.

The old man looked down at the mess on the ground, suppressing his anger.

"Does Your Excellency not know the rules of the market, or the rules of Six Desires Peak?"

The corpse aura around Zhang Yuanzhu grew increasingly dense, and the aura of the White Bone Corpse Demon was unleashed with unbridled force.

Each step forward was like a demonic mountain moving forward, carrying an indescribable pressure.

"I only know that a Foundation Establishment cultivator must not be humiliated!"

"Insulters, die!"

The old man's expression was icy, and streaks of purple light burst forth from his body, carrying a murderous intent.

For a moment, the entire market fell silent, and the demonic cultivators retreated frantically to avoid the aftermath of the battle.

Some demonic cultivators also lurk in the shadows, preparing to take advantage of the chaos.

"The Matchmaker and this senior are nothing but ants from the Flame Demon Sect. Why ruin our harmony?"

Gentle words traveled across the sky. Hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flashed with surprise, and the pervasive aura of death subsided.

The Old Man of the Moon, realizing the special nature of the messenger, gradually lost the purple light surrounding him.

"Senior, please come and meet me!"

A silvery laugh echoed through the air.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the gray-robed old man without making a move, seemingly puzzled:

What do you want to do?

“This is a noble person from my lineage. Since you are willing to let this matter rest and meet with me, then let’s leave it at that.”

The old man landed, surveyed the wreckage, and beckoned, attracting a group of demonic cultivators who rushed over.

Under the elder's command, they began to repair the market.

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward, walking step by step towards the center of the neighborhood.

At the same time, the gray-robed elder, with a solemn expression, warned:
"Any action that harms the noble person will make you an enemy of Six Desires Peak. Fellow Daoist, do not make a mistake for yourself."

The boy remained silent, offering no response, and continued walking forward.

Gradually, an exquisite red building came into view, along with a beautiful woman in a black dress at the entrance.

The woman was stunningly beautiful, with a graceful and slender figure, a head of flowing black hair, a radiant smile on her fair forehead, and lively eyes, like an ethereal fairy.

Beautiful and otherworldly, a sight rarely seen in this mortal world.

"Senior, please!"

The woman turned to the side and pointed to the gate.

Zhang Yuanzhu gave the woman in the black dress a deep look, then strode into the pavilion.

Xie Beiling followed closely behind with a smile on her lips.

Crunch!

As the two entered the attic one after the other, the vermilion door slowly closed.

Inside the main hall, pearls, like stars, were embedded in the roof, making it exceptionally bright.

Zhang Yuanzhu arrived at the steps, turned around, and faced the woman directly.

The aura of death that permeated his body gradually dissipated, revealing a handsome and resolute face, as well as a pair of deep eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, you shouldn't have come here."

Without asking how the other person located him, he directly spoke in seemingly unrelated words.

Xie Beiling smiled faintly, her eyebrows slightly curved, and reached out her jade-like hand to smooth out the wrinkles in the boy's clothes.

"Thank you for your concern, fellow Daoist. I have already made arrangements to conceal the situation, so there is nothing to worry about."

"Compared to Brother Dao, who roamed the Fallen Demon Mountain, danced on the edge of a blade, and walked out of the brink of life and death, what I have is nothing."

After smoothing out the boy's robes, the woman withdrew her hand, looked directly into his double pupils, and her expression became more solemn.

"The Land of Fallen Stars and the pass of Fallen Demon Mountain are completely sealed off. Do not go west."

"I know one located on the path."

"I already have a way to leave."

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his hand on the hilt of the knife, interrupting the woman's words.

He sat down lazily on the steps, patted his side, and gestured for the woman to sit down.

After the woman sat down.

With his free hand outstretched, he offered Xie Beiling a healing spiritual fruit.

"Want to try it?"

"You sensed it."

Xie Beiling accepted the spiritual fruit, her face showing helplessness.

"Is it because of Da Huang's pupil technique?"

The two had fought side by side in the Black Horn Secret Realm, so she knew a bit about the dog demon, Big Yellow.

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, his double pupils as deep and unfathomable as he gazed at the woman's body, which had split open following her words.

Speak softly:

"There is no need to reveal the secrets of the lineage and trigger the restrictions."

"These restrictions won't kill me; they'll be lifted after a while."

Xie Beiling took a bite of the fruit, completely unconcerned.

"Compared to the injuries you've sustained along the way, it's nothing."

The boy shook his head, changed the subject, and inquired about the large teleportation array.

He originally intended to reveal his Foundation Establishment cultivation level to gain equal status, directly communicate with powerful individuals, and obtain the information he desired.

Meeting Xie Beiling naturally made things much more convenient.

"A large teleportation array?"

A thought flashed in the woman's eyes, and she understood the boy's plan, quickly giving her an answer.

"There are three large teleportation arrays in Wan Gui Zhou, located in Lian Yao Guan, Liu Yu Dao Cheng, and Wan Gui Yuan respectively."

"Apart from the Demon Refining Pass Grand Array, the other two grand arrays can only be used for teleportation within the Fallen Demon Mountain."

"Exactly where?"

As the words fell, Xie Beiling took out a blank jade slip from her bosom and placed it between her eyebrows.

A moment later, it was handed over.

"The entire map of Wan Gui Prefecture was engraved on the jade slip."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, reached out his hand, and took the jade slip.

He quickly flipped through the document and memorized the locations of the three places.

The two then talked about their experiences over the past year, discussing scriptures and their insights.

After an unknown amount of time, Xie Beiling's expression turned serious:
"Congratulations on reaching the peak of Qi Refining, Brother. If it is not necessary, you should be very careful about entering the Foundation Establishment stage."

"My cultivation of the spiritual body and the true form are all attempts at foundation building. Above the superior spiritual platform, there are still..."

cough~
The woman coughed up blood.

Her pretty face was torn open with a long, narrow wound, revealing bright red blood.

"I know what you're trying to say, no need to elaborate."

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned deeply; the demonic sects' control over their disciples was far too strict.

However, he had already confirmed one thing through Xie Beiling's words: above the superior-grade spiritual platform, there must be an even higher-quality spiritual platform.

The woman raised her delicate hand and brushed the blood from her cheek.

Muscles moved, skin healed, and in the blink of an eye, everything was back to normal.

"It is good that you know, fellow Daoist. With your talent and ability, it would be a pity if you only reach the upper-grade Spirit Platform level. But every path is different, and I cannot help you."

Xie Beiling sighed softly, and slowly lowered her raised hand.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up at the pearl embedded in the roof, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

"I will forge my own path."

His voice was calm, yet it contained absolute confidence.

He slowly rose to his feet, gazing at the closed vermilion door, and whispered:

"I should go, otherwise I'll cause more trouble."

"If the pursuers come to investigate, there is no need to hide anything; just tell them the truth."

Xie Beiling remained silent, gazing at the slender figure beside her.

Zhang Yuanzhu took one last look at the woman, then strode towards the vermilion gate.

Xie Beiling raised her hand, propped her cheek up, and quietly watched the boy's departing figure.

Tower! Tower! Tower! Creak!

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the main hall.

As the door opened, the boy stepped out.

His steps faltered slightly, as if out of curiosity, or perhaps in a casual inquiry:

Why is this region called the State of Ten Thousand Ghosts?

Xie Beiling closed her eyes and parted her red lips:

"Ten thousand, the number of beings is infinite. Countless lives have died here, far more than you can imagine."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, pressing one hand against the threshold, gazing at the already risen moon.

His hand slid down to rest on the hilt of the knife, and he whispered:
"In that case, the Puppet Sect truly deserves to die!"

"Brother Dao, they deserved to die!"

(End of this chapter)