Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 273 The Great Medicine Arrives After a Long Year!
Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils and activated the 'Breaking Illusion' secret technique, instantly traversing the pavilion and penetrating its interior.

It was a graceful figure shrouded in mist, but my gaze did not yet extend to investigate further.

The attic trembled slightly, abruptly cutting off the view.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean?"

The voice was clear and cold, with a hint of iciness in it.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up calmly, his arms hanging naturally at his sides.
"Since you have invited me to the pavilion for a chat, you must be aware of any potential dangers."

The young man, unperturbed, strode to the bow of the boat and calmly gazed at the pavilion.

He awaited the other party's decision.

"Enter!"

Crunch!

The closed doors opened, revealing a dimly lit hall.

The flying boat approached the attic, right up to the threshold.

He leaped down, stowed the flying boat, and strode forward.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the hall.

He rested his arm on the hilt of his sword, stopped in the center of the hall, and gazed at the beautiful figure a hundred meters away, no longer moving forward.

It was a graceful figure shrouded in mist, hazy and indistinct; though the eye could see it, the senses told them there was no one there.

It was a very strange feeling. If he hadn't 'broken through illusion' and seen through the other party's realm, he wouldn't have casually set foot here.

They looked at each other, but neither spoke first.

The atmosphere inside the hall was oppressive, and it grew heavier with the passage of time.

"Fellow Daoist, you possess great spirit. May I ask which sect you belong to?" The mist surrounding the woman's body slowly dissipated, revealing her figure.

She wore a white dress, her posture was graceful and her curves were undulating. Her hair was as shiny as silk and fell to her waist. She wore a phoenix-shaped mask and revealed a pair of eyes as bright as the Milky Way.

A hint of interest flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes.

Even now that the woman has revealed herself, he still cannot sense her; she is like a dream, yet undeniably real.

"Puppet Sect, Six Desires Peak".

The woman sighed helplessly, "If you were a disciple of the Puppet Sect, why would you only arrive now and stay on the outermost edge, constantly observing the island?"

She could tell from the other person's perfunctory attitude.

The woman's red lips parted slightly beneath her mask as she began to introduce herself.

"Fellow Daoist, what a coincidence! I am Su Meng, a disciple of Paper Doll Peak from the Puppet Sect."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were like torches as he stared intently at the woman in the white dress, his five fingers lightly stroking the hilt of his knife.

“I have never seen you before in the Puppet Sect. You should know that disciples of the Puppet Sect are not easily impersonated.”

The youth made a tentative attempt.

After his trip to Fallen Demon Mountain, he knew a great deal about the Puppet Sect and had never heard of a genius like this woman.

Yes, regardless of their combat strength, the two were in the same realm, and Zhang Yuanzhu had a feeling that the other could leave at any time.

Even though they were less than 100 meters apart, he wasn't confident he could kill his opponent with a single blow.

"That's because you lack experience, fellow Daoist."

"I have never seen you in the Puppet Demon Sect either."

"You're asking so many questions now; fellow Daoist, you're being overly curious."

The woman retorted with a series of questions, her tone arrogant and impatient.

She reached out her delicate hand and waved it casually, and two futons appeared.

The woman sat cross-legged and pointed to the futon opposite her.

"Brother, if you wish to have a chat with me, please sit down now. If you have no interest in this place, please leave now."

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward, came to the prayer mat, sat cross-legged, and faced the woman directly.

"This pointless test ends here. I don't care about your identity, and you need not try to find out from me." "Agreed!"

Su Meng nodded, waved her hand, and spirit fruits and spirit cakes appeared between them.

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

Looking at the pastries, Zhang Yuanzhu sensed their familiar appearance and began to guess the woman's identity.

He reached out, picked up the spirit cake, and savored it carefully.

A moment later, a comment was made:

"The taste is acceptable, but it's still a bit inferior to what one of my friends had."

Before the words had even finished, with a flick of his sleeve, a pot of hot tea and two jade cups appeared before him.

Zhang Yuanzhu swallowed the pastry, picked up the teapot and poured two cups, handing one over and placing the other in front of him.

"I particularly enjoy making pastries. I am skilled in combining spiritual ingredients and understanding the five elements. If I have the opportunity, I will definitely consult with your friend."

The woman chuckled and took a sip of her tea.

Su Meng's expression turned serious as she spoke:
"Fellow Daoist, do you know the origin of the island in front of us?"

Before the young man could respond, he began to speak on his own:
"In the ancient past, an unknown and distant time, a human True Monarch defeated a peerless demon here."

"Using a unique secret method, it was sealed here, with the intention of refining the great demon and making it the foundation for the next generation of the lineage."

"Unfortunately, that human True Monarch miscalculated, or rather, the life force of the demon race was too strong. The True Monarch died without refining the great demon. The remaining steps can only be left to time."

"After a long period of time, only today have powerful figures deduced that the creation crafted by a Golden Core Great Demon is coming to an end."

Su Meng explained the origins of the island and finished her tea.

Her beautiful eyes sparkled, radiating divine light and burning with passion.

"With the Golden Elixir True Lord as the guide and the long years as the furnace, the creation is something rarely seen throughout history, yet it has appeared in our generation."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, picked up his teacup, and slowly sipped the tea. The cool water flowed gently, soothing his heart.

Such a stroke of luck would even tempt a Golden Core True Monarch. How could he possibly be so presumptuous as to try and compete for it?

However, the woman in front of him was not stupid, so there must be some inside story that he did not know.

"Such a creation is probably beyond our comprehension; even Foundation Establishment cultivators are not qualified to witness it."

Su Meng nodded slightly, agreeing with the young man's words.

“If this were normal, it would be so. Over the long years, more than one Golden Core True Monarch has come here, but they have all left, and some have not even wanted to stay long.”

"As many speculated, the True Lord revealed that there were three reasons."

"Firstly, such a creation is only for the younger generation to refine, and is naturally useless to Golden Core True Persons. Secondly, some of the refining failed, and it is even less worthy of the True Lord's attention. Thirdly, two True Lords, one human and one demon, perished here, making this place ominous, and I am unwilling to step into it."

Zhang Yuanzhu finished his tea, and a deep ripple of emotion stirred in the depths of his eyes.

He was moved.

Even though most of the creations failed to be refined, the small number that succeeded was enough to benefit him greatly.

"Golden cores are not contested, but true immortals will not miss out."

"With our peak Qi Refining strength, entering this island would be suicide."

boom!
The teacup hit the ground, and Zhang Yuanzhu spoke directly and bluntly.

"You must have a reason for summoning me to the pavilion. Please speak frankly."

At this moment, Su Meng no longer concealed anything.

"The two True Lords died here. Their auras, resentment, and hatred intertwined, and with the accumulation of time, they formed a special miasma that is invisible and colorless and can suppress the magic power of cultivators."

"No, it's no longer suppression, it's a direct blockade. Whether you're a True Person, Foundation Establishment cultivator, or Qi Refining cultivator, once you enter this island, you can only rely on your physical body."

That's why she invited the young man to come and have a chat.

The opponent's physical body is solid and has the shape of a dragon or elephant.

Simply sitting cross-legged in front of me is like a majestic volcano, exuding weight and heat.

(End of this chapter)