Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 277 Ye Jinxian: Junior Brother Zhang, it's been so long! How are you? (4000 words!)
"Hahaha~"

Laughter echoed across the heavens and the earth, and the aura emanating from the being clad in an ancient Taoist robe grew ever stronger.

The entire island was shaking.

Like a celestial being, yet also like a demon, utterly terrifying.

The fog that enveloped them slowly dissipated, accompanied by laughter.

His true appearance was revealed: a middle-aged man with a square face, possessing a strange charm that captivated people.

What's most unique is its exposed skin; its limbs and head have wood grain patterns, and its eyes are a pale gold color.

Eerie and twisted!
"Now that you've said your piece, go die."

The middle-aged man stopped laughing, his face turning cold.

With a flick of his sleeve, he intended to crush all the Foundation Establishment and Qi Condensation cultivators who had lost their magic power with a single blow.

A gray light burst forth, crashing down like a vast ocean, threatening to obliterate everything into ashes.

At this moment, the old man guarded in the center by the Puppet Sect cultivators wore a cold smile:

"As expected of a beast, killing you and taking your corpse will be enough to offset the sect's losses."

As the words fell.

The old man took out a blood-red ancient lamp directly from his bosom.

The ancient lamp was entirely blood-red, with various patterns carved on its body, including paper figures carrying a sedan chair, a mother and child sharing a corpse, and the howling of a decaying demon—eerie and mysterious.

As the crimson ancient lamp appeared, a flame the size of a soybean rose from its wick.

An inexplicable aura emerged, causing the descending gray light to pause and slowly dissipate.

The ancient being, for the first time, showed a serious expression as it stared at the blood-red ancient lamp.

"A secret treasure of the Golden Elixir?"

"Unfortunately, it's useless."

Boom!

The dissipated gray light suddenly coalesced, becoming even more vast and surging, before crashing down.

One by one, cultivators and demons turned to dust, with only a dozen or so powerful individuals who were close to the Blood Lamp surviving.

"Fellow Daoists, use any other methods you have quickly. Our enemy is powerful, and the treasure lamp cannot hold out for long."

At this point, whether they are Foundation Establishment cultivators or True Immortals, they all begin to reveal their true colors.

While the powerful figures of various Daoist lineages were fighting against the old monster.

Two figures sped toward the ancient well.

Everyone unleashed their maximum speed, holding nothing back.

Zhang Yuanzhu and Su Meng, with solemn expressions, crossed the jungle, hills, and blood-red earth, returning to the battlefield and arriving at the ancient well.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two leaped forward.

The well was spacious, and the two men used their respective methods to quickly search the area.

Desolation, withered bones, and bare branches devoid of their essence—nothing else.

"no!"

"As expected, there wasn't one!!"

Within a few breaths, the two had found the results of their search, and the last glimmer of hope in their hearts turned into complete disappointment.

The creations of nature had long been devoured by that unknown being.

However, we cannot go home empty-handed under any circumstances.

Zhang Yuanzhu began to observe the remaining array patterns on the well wall, and inscribed these patterns on a jade slip, intending to study them one by one when he had free time.

Seeing this, Su Meng also took out a blank jade slip and began to memorize it.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Having completed their inscriptions, the two leaped out of the ancient well and prepared to leave.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes remained calm as he took one last look at the battlefield.

what!
The young man suddenly stopped in his tracks, his eyes burning as brightly as the sun.

He saw similar array patterns to those inside the well, stepped to the right, and came to one side of the well.

Bang!

The Dragon-Binding Blade was drawn and slashed down directly.

Stab it!

The soil was torn apart, revealing a layer of fluorescence, which was filled with various runes.

"This is this"

Su Meng stared in shock at the fluorescent light, trying to see the items inside through the light screen.

"Was it an array set up by that True Lord?"

"It wasn't arranged by the True Lord; it's more like it formed naturally."

Zhang Yuanzhu examined the patterns on it. Although these patterns were similar to those in the ancient well, they were only similar.

It seems to have been formed naturally by heaven and earth, but was influenced by the ancient well.

After quickly memorizing the pattern.

Raise your arm and draw your knife.

cut!
The blade flashed violently, causing the fluorescent lights to tremble wildly.

"Brother Dao, the commotion is too great!" Su Meng said.

At the same time, she took out an ancient bamboo slip and threw out jade pieces one after another from her bosom, scattering them all around.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, his deep pupils constantly searching for weaknesses in the formation.

One breath!
Gradually, figures appeared at the edge of the sky; they were all surviving cultivators, sharing the same thoughts as the two.

Two breaths!!
The ancient, unknown entity, its pale golden eyes flashing with surprise, turned its gaze toward the well. For countless years, it had never noticed the naturally formed array patterns beside the well.

Three breaths!!!

The True Immortal of Condensation and the Foundation Establishment cultivator, who were engaged in fierce combat, noticed the situation and let out long roars filled with rage, which pierced through metal and shattered stone, shaking the sky.

When the fourth breath arrived.

Zhang Yuanzhu drew his sword again.

The blade moved like a dragon, instantly cleaving through the array patterns to reveal the contents inside.

The young man didn't even look at it, grabbed it, turned around and growled.

"go!"

Before she could finish speaking, the scroll in Su Meng's palm burst forth with rays of light, and the jade pieces scattered around her trembled, emitting a mysterious aura.

A flash of white light, and the two figures vanished from their spot.

"You wicked beast, you are too arrogant. The treasure you hid was stolen by two juniors."

The old man holding the lamp roared, trying his best to activate the blood lamp in his palm, but he kept coughing up blood and retreating.

This place is too restrictive for him.

Without magical power, relying solely on blood and qi, and the inherent power of the treasure itself, is far too difficult.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you retreat and retrieve the lost items? What's the point of this stalemate with us?"

A Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator earnestly advised:
"It's not too late to hunt you down after I've killed you all."

The middle-aged man, dressed in a Taoist robe and with a square face, chuckled softly.

He didn't care about things born of heaven and earth; instead, it was the feast before him that made it want to devour them and go even further.

At this moment, all the cultivators felt the other party's resolute determination to fight to the death.

"Ugh!"

"Your Excellency, you have ultimately become arrogant!"

A soft sigh came from the mouth of an old Taoist priest with a long beard.

He raised his arms, clasped his hands together, and a faint glow emanated from his body.

Bowing to the heavens, I softly recited:
"Through countless calamities and tribulations, through the ages, your disciple Gao Yu respectfully beseeches the Ancestral Master, the True Lord of a Thousand Tribulations."

"Advent!"

An inexplicable aura traversed space and descended upon this place.

The old man's aura underwent a dramatic change in an instant.

His eyes turned indifferent, gazing silently at the square-faced middle-aged man.

Like a god looking down upon mortals, indifferent and ruthless.

Without any unnecessary movements, the middle-aged man's face turned solemn, his initial composure gone.

"How could a Golden Core True Monarch possibly descend from such a vast distance?"

There was no response, only a lingering indifference in his gaze.

The two sides fell into a confrontation.

After a long while, the 'old Taoist' finally spoke slowly:
"He wanted to borrow the demon tree to live another life, but he couldn't defy fate and ultimately perished in the passage of time."

"Pity!"

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu's vision was upside down, and when he looked again, he was surrounded by a vast expanse of water. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly with his five fingers, warily surveying his surroundings.

"Brother Dao is being far too cautious."

Su Meng's eyes revealed helplessness; it was self-evident who the other party was wary of.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent until he was certain there was no danger.

Bang!

The Dragon-Binding Blade was sheathed, and the young man reached out and slowly opened his hand.

Three orbs of light rose up and hovered in front of me.

Two drops of pure white liquid floated, like two suns, deep and vast, radiant and bright.

Within the last cluster of light was a small, cyan tree, its entire body made of jade, crystal clear and translucent.

It floats up and down in the radiance, containing the principles related to life.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked his finger, and a drop of pure white liquid fell in front of the woman.

"This should be a precious medicine formed by the accumulation of the array around the ancient well over the years, drawing on the tree demon in the well. It involves a Golden Core True Monarch, so it can't be too bad."

Su Meng stretched out her hand, took the pure white liquid, and after carefully sensing it, a smile appeared on her face beneath the phoenix mask.

The medicine in the palm of your hand is not only excellent, but extremely precious.

With this precious medicine, my chances of transcending the superior spiritual platform have increased considerably.

With a flick of her jade-like hand, she carefully preserved the pure white liquid.

"Brother Dao is open and honest."

"It's just what should have been."

Zhang Yuanzhu put away the remaining drop of pure white precious medicine, and finally turned his gaze to the green sapling.

This sapling is not a living thing, but rather a strangely shaped embryonic form.

Born by chance, and because its birthplace was too close to the ancient well, it was influenced by the Golden Core Tree Demon, which is why it looks like this.

“This spiritual embryo is of great use to me, and I am willing to make corresponding compensation.”

The young man's eyes were serious, and his arms hung naturally at his sides.

The spirit embryo involved his natal magic weapon, and he was unwilling to give it up.

Although he already possesses half a spiritual embryo and a star core, which allows him to forge a remarkable natal artifact, he still needs to make multiple preparations for his path in the Dao.

If the spiritual platform is strong enough, it may be possible to break the path set by predecessors and forge two natal magical artifacts.

Su Meng sensed the young man's emotions, glanced at the spiritual embryo with some regret, and then looked away.

She knows when to advance and when to retreat, and she is not a greedy person.

"Brother Dao, there is no need for compensation. This was originally something you obtained after breaking the formation. You are already satisfied with just one drop of this precious medicine."

Su Meng chuckled softly, placing the scroll in her palm into her bosom, her beautiful figure gradually blurring.

"Brother Dao, it's been a pleasure working with you. Farewell."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, put the small green tree away, and placed it deep inside his storage bag.

The woman is right; this place is indeed not suitable for lingering, and it would be best to leave as soon as possible.

Their eyes met, and their figures slowly faded away until they disappeared completely.

The sea breeze blows, and all traces are gone, except for two soft whispers that drift on the wind.

"Fellow Daoist, goodbye!"

"goodbye!!"

After bidding farewell to Su Meng, Zhang Yuanzhu concealed his presence, taking a long detour around the island and continuing towards the location of Fairy Ye.

Five days have passed in the blink of an eye.

These past few days, we've been traveling at full speed, completely getting away from the island.

He sat cross-legged on the jade boat, holding the book "Yao Guang Xing Yi" in his palm, flipping through its contents.

After an unknown amount of time, he casually placed the jade slip on the deck.

The young man looked up at the great sun suspended in the sky and chuckled softly:

"Today is good, it's time to take another step."

His eyes closed, and he focused his inner gaze on his dantian, which was like a still pool of tangible magical energy.

Four illusory divine beasts stood in four directions, constantly absorbing and purifying magical power.

The eleven magical patterns, resembling swimming fish, sometimes move in the pool, sometimes gather to form a small seal.

'let's start. ’

A thought came to my mind.

The calm waters of the magical pool were rippled, and a mysterious aura emerged.

These auras, as time passed, slowly gathered and transformed into a blurry phantom.

The moment the phantom appeared, eleven magical runes rapidly gathered and swirled around it.

A cup of tea!

A stick of incense!

Half an hour!

The illusory patterns of the technique became increasingly solid until they completely appeared.

boom!
A thunderclap exploded in my heart, and a feeling of perfection filled my mind.

Twelve magical runes!
Twelve spells!!

Twelve years of practice and exploration!!!
We finally succeeded today!
The twelve levels of Qi Refining, the twelve Daoist runes, the aspirations from twelve years ago atop the Dao Peak, have been fulfilled.

At this moment, even Zhang Yuanzhu was somewhat lost in thought, recalling the scenes of his arduous cultivation day and night, reciting various spells.

Within the dantian, as the last spell pattern condensed, the twelve spell patterns merged together, transforming into two small seals.

Each small seal represents the perfect and flawless combination of spells, beyond any improvement!

He stood up and raised his arms.

With your palm facing forward, gently clench your fist.

In an instant, the sky and the sea began to reverse their positions, and the sun and the moon began to rotate endlessly.

In the next instant, the hazy world converged between his five fingers and was held in the boy's palm.

Such a sight is too unbelievable and chilling.

And this is—the Seal of Heaven and Earth!

He holds the sun and moon in his grasp, carries the stars on his back, and the world is nothing more than the palm of his hand.

Of course, he is far from being able to achieve such great power.

"Not bad!"

Zhang Yuanzhu muttered to himself, praising himself.

Whether it's planting red lotuses under snow or the Qiankun Seal, these are techniques unique to him.

With his arms hanging down, the young man stood at the bow of the ship, admiring the vast starry sea.

His black robes fluttered in the wind, his black hair danced wildly, his body was slender, and a long sword was slung at his waist. He was indescribably elegant and peerless.

He stood there until the sun set and the moon rose, then slowly spoke:
"Ice Condensation Technique, Fire Rain Technique, Flame Burst Technique, Golden Sun Pattern Technique, Condensed Edge Sword Technique, Eight-Sided Fire Technique;
The cries of fire crows, the golden light spell, the silver toad transforming into the moon spell, the Taiyin God-Slaying Arrow, the Thousand Stars Falling, and the Jade Light Star Robe.

He muttered the names of each magical rune, his voice filled with complex emotions.

Behind every magical rune lies a battle, a period of honing one's skills.

"Whoo~"

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, all distracting thoughts vanishing from his mind.

His lips curled into a wide grin, exuding an air of unbridled arrogance.

"Foundation Building! Foundation Building!!"

"Only the last step left!"

Next, all he needs to do is focus on cultivating his skills and find Fairy Ye to answer his questions.

Having planned his future path, the young man sat cross-legged, took out the Great Sun Essence from his robes, and placed it on his abdomen.

In an instant, rays of golden light burst forth, merging into the body and combining with the magical power in the dantian.

His magical power began to grow, and his cultivation level continued to improve.

Day after day, month after month, without the slightest slackening.

Two and a half months later, at dawn.

Deep within the starry sea, a flying boat skimmed the surface of the water, with streaks of golden light falling from the sky and covering the vessel.

The sea breeze howled, the waves surged, birds and beasts cried out, and all sorts of sounds filled the ocean.

But after the airship crossed a stretch of sea, all sounds turned into silence.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up and saw the beautiful figure sitting cross-legged in the center of the starry sea.

The woman wore a blue dress, her hair was as smooth as silk, and her pupils were like the purest ocean, shimmering with divine light.

Without any movement, simply sitting cross-legged, he became the center of heaven and earth, attracting all radiance.

Ye Jinxian's exquisite face wore a gentle smile, her red lips slightly parted:
"Junior Brother Zhang, it's been a long time! I hope you are doing well!"

(End of this chapter)