Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 285 Past causes, present effects; do not block the way! (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu sped across the land, and after leaving the jungle, he took out the Yellow Jade Boat and piloted it eastward.

On the boat, the young man sat cross-legged and took out a golden jade slip from his storage bag.

He probed into it with his spiritual sense and observed it carefully.

This spiritual method, which originated from the grand gathering at Peach Blossom Village, is extremely profound.

By condensing spiritual energy into a pagoda, one can defend against spiritual attacks from enemies.

Normally, one can condense a single layer of pagoda when first entering the Foundation Establishment stage, and a nine-layer pagoda when at the peak of Foundation Establishment.

On that island, whether it was a figment of his imagination or not, he had looked at it many times.

It not only records the method of condensing the pagoda, but also the techniques for enhancing spiritual awareness and the ways to hone spiritual awareness.

Now that I have some free time, it's a good time to try spiritual practice.

Zhang Yuanzhu repeatedly read through the contents of the jade slip several times, and after confirming that nothing was missing, he slowly closed his eyes.

In my mind, there was darkness, with specks of light floating up and down.

Boom!

First came a roar, then golden light cleaved through the darkness, and specks of light, accompanying the golden light, swarmed in.

Finally, they all converged into one, transforming into a mass of golden liquid that continuously deformed and compressed.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, raising his arm and forming a mudra.

Runes appeared out of thin air in his mind and rushed toward the golden liquid.

clang clang ~
As if struck by a heavy hammer, the liquid became even more dazzling and solidified.

And as time passed, it transformed into a pagoda shape.

The pagoda is made of glazed glass, displaying a golden hue, and every inch of it is flawless.

Suspended in the darkness, it radiates light and suppresses the mind.

"One floor, two floors, three floors."

"not bad!"

Zhang Yuanzhu counted the number of stories in the pagoda and nodded in satisfaction.

The fourth layer of the pagoda is currently being formed and should be completed in less than a month.

The three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit: the 'spirit' of the Foundation Establishment stage is considered to have a method of cultivation. Next, only the body refining method and the lightning attribute cultivation method remain.

From then on, in addition to traveling and refining the flesh and blood of the Wind Dragon, Zhang Yuanzhu had another task: cultivating the "Pagoda Suppressing God Technique".

He did this day after day, without ever slacking off.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

Southwest of Guyashan, a streak of light flashed across the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow of the boat, looking disheveled.

His crimson robe was stained with blood, his black hair was disheveled, and even the yellow jade boat beneath him was riddled with cracks, as if it would shatter at any moment.

The road after leaving the Peach Blossom Village Gathering is also fraught with various dangers, such as powerful beasts, special terrain, and even some unknown things.

Fortunately
"Finally home!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, his deep, double pupils surveying the mountains and rivers beneath his feet.

His journey across thousands of miles of demonic lands allowed him to witness the cunning and madness of the demonic path.

Ancient Cliff Mountain is much more harmonious and welcoming.

The young man stood at the bow of the boat for a long time, admiring the magnificent landscape.

As time passed, human habitation emerged, and villages and towns came into view one by one.

He looked down, listening to the conversations of the common people and glancing at their clothes and appearance, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

"The path leads to the Qian Kingdom."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

He was not unfamiliar with Qian Guo; on the contrary, he was quite familiar with him.

He experienced and even orchestrated the pursuit and counterattack in the southeast, the battle between Yan and Qian, and the attack on the three major families in the northeast.

Knowing that he had come to the Qian Kingdom, he was no longer in a hurry to return to the Daoist tradition.

He turned his body slightly to the side, looked in the direction of the capital city of Lin'an, and grinned.

"Old man, pray you're still alive."

He hadn't forgotten the four major forces that had pursued him back then: Qingyun, the three great families, the Qian Kingdom's royal family, and Hongxiu Tower.

Among them, the Shi, Li, and Liu families were wiped out in the northeastern border region, and the Hongxiu Tower was exterminated by him. Only the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce and the Qian Kingdom royal family still exist.

The Qingyun Chamber of Commerce is powerful, and he cannot eradicate it for the time being.

However, things would become much more interesting if the Ancestor Ning Sha of the Qian Kingdom's royal family were to pass away.

Lost in thought, Huang Yuzhou turned, traversed the sky, and sped away.

Three days later.

A thousand miles west of Lin'an City lies Wolong City.

A figure shrouded in the aura of death left through the city gate. No one stopped him; all the cultivators stood respectfully to one side.

The noise only resumed after the figure had completely disappeared into the distance.

"Such a powerful aura! May I ask where this senior comes from?"

"There are definitely some at the peak of Qi Refining; they must be here to attend the auction."

"The Qingyun Chamber of Commerce released the news several months ago, and the news of the Wolong City auction has spread far and wide. During this period, even Foundation Establishment cultivators have come here."

At the city gate, people were talking, but Zhang Yuanzhu didn't care.

He walked along the street, watching the throngs of people, listening to the various hawkers' cries, feeling the bustling world, and a smile appeared on his face.

Several years later, he saw the same scene again.

As for why he changed his itinerary and came here, there are only two reasons.

He attended the Wolong City auction in the Qian Kingdom, hoping to acquire the cultivation technique he desired. After all, having more options is always a good thing.

I urge someone who shouldn't die not to embark on a path to death!
The young man strode forward and soon arrived at a luxurious attic.

He looked up at the two characters "Qingyun" on the plaque above the door, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Tower! Tower! Tower!
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the attic, carrying a unique charm that attracted one gaze after another.

However, when the cultivators saw the eerie and sinister corpse aura and sensed the overwhelming malice, they quickly withdrew their gazes.

A master of corpse refining is a powerful figure whom no one dares to provoke, or even observe closely, for fear that the other party might refine them into a living being if they are displeased.

Tower~
Zhang Yuanzhu ignored the group of cultivators and went to the counter.

"I have a spiritual item that I need to auction!"

The man in the Taoist robe behind the counter looked respectful.

Clasping hands in a fist and bowing!
"Senior, welcome to the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce auction. You will not be disappointed."

The man in the Taoist robe stretched out his hand and pointed to the side hall on the right.

"Senior, please follow me. This is the place where Foundation Establishment cultivators auction spiritual items. Elders will personally appraise them."

"Can!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

The man in the Taoist robe immediately led the young man toward the side hall, proceeding with utmost respect throughout the entire process.

Soon, an even more luxurious palace came into view.

The two entered the hall one after the other.

An elderly man with an extraordinary demeanor was sitting on a wooden chair drinking spiritual tea. Upon seeing the man in the Taoist robe arrive, he put down his teacup.

"Elder Liu, this senior has come here to auction items."

The man in the Taoist robe bowed and spoke in a low voice.

The old man nodded slightly, looked at the figure shrouded in the aura of death, and waved his hand.

"You may leave first; I will personally entertain this fellow Daoist."

"Yes, elder."

The man in the Taoist robe responded, bowed, stepped back, and slowly left.

Elder Liu pointed to the wooden chair opposite.

"Fellow Taoist, please!"

Zhang Yuanzhu, with an indifferent expression, stepped forward, sat down opposite the old man.

He stretched out his palm, and a radiant light appeared, revealing a five-colored flying sword between his fingers.

Snapped!
Five-colored flying swords were placed on the table.

"What's the price for the low-grade spiritual weapon—the Five Poisons Sword?"

Simple and direct, without any unnecessary words.

The old man's expression instantly turned serious, and he lost all interest in drinking tea.

Spiritual artifacts, regardless of their quality, are extremely precious.

Even cultivators of their level would be tempted by it.

"Fellow Daoist, may I ask how to address you?"

"My surname is Zhu." "Fellow Daoist Zhu, may I personally examine this sword?"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

Elder Liu carefully took out a thin, silver glove from his bosom, put it on, and picked up the Five Poisons Sword.

The old man looked at the cracks covering the flying sword, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes, and lightly tapped the flying sword with his five fingers.

clang clang ~
The sound of metal echoed in the hall.

The old man's gaze grew increasingly solemn, and it took him about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to put down the flying sword.

"The flying sword is severely damaged, but it is still usable and has the potential to be repaired. Moreover, the forging method is unique and I have never seen it before."

"Very valuable!"

Elder Liu picked up the teacup on the table and took a sip.

"Friend, what do you wish to exchange for?"

Such treasure transactions generally do not involve exchanging spirit stones, but rather rare spiritual items.

"Lightning-attribute foundation-building techniques or body-refining methods."

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his palm flat on the table, tapped the wooden table lightly, and slowly began to speak.

He needs to use the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce platform to obtain what he needs.

Cultivation techniques? Body-refining methods?

Elder Liu murmured to himself, his eyes darkening.

Is he a rogue cultivator?

Only rogue cultivators would lack cultivation techniques, but judging from the corpse aura emanating from the other party's body, he doesn't seem to be a rogue cultivator.

The old man, guessing the young man's identity, nodded and responded outwardly.

"Indeed, many fellow Daoists have come to this auction, so it will certainly not disappoint you."

As the words fell, his hand waved.

A streak of light flew out and hovered in front of the young man.

"Entry permit to the auction, Room A9, the auction will begin at dawn in seven days."

"it is good."

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the cloud-patterned jade pendant in front of him, stretched out his hand, and gently grasped it.

After scanning it with his spiritual sense to confirm that there were no hidden tricks, he put it into the storage bag.

He then stood up and walked out of the hall.

He never wastes words with his enemies, and a dying man has no need for much conversation.

Zhang Yuanzhu's figure quickly disappeared.

Elder Liu gazed in the direction the young man had left, his eyes flickering, and sighed:
"Such an eerie aura of death is rare, and..."

The old man lowered his gaze, looking at the flying sword on the table.

"This sword was definitely not forged at Guyashan."

the other side.

After leaving the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce, Zhang Yuanzhu headed towards the city center.

As the youth stride forward, the surrounding area becomes increasingly prosperous.

His pace slowed slightly only when a sprawling mansion came into view.

The mansion's main gate, pillars, and shops on both sides were all decorated with festive red.

The streets were bustling with people, most of whom wore happy expressions.

"The prince is coming to fetch his bride; I never expected to run into him."

“These past few days, spirit stones have been distributed regularly, and my cultivation has improved much faster. I hope the prince will marry a wife every day.”

"I wonder who is fortunate enough to marry into the Prince's mansion. I've heard that this Prince is only fifty years old and has already reached the peak of Qi Refining. He is a hero who is qualified to break through to the Foundation Establishment Realm."

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in front of the Prince's Mansion, expressionless, his body shrouded in the aura of death.

It was so obvious, yet no one noticed the young man; it was as if he didn't exist.

He took a deep look at the Prince's Mansion, changed direction, and continued forward.

After about an incense stick's time, we arrived at a pavilion.

The attic was bright yellow, and now it was also decorated with festive red.

"The Divine Arrest Bureau!"

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his hands behind his back, his long black hair dancing with the corpse energy, exuding a demonic aura.

With one step, his figure disappeared from the spot.

Inside the Divine Arrest Bureau, in a vermilion room.

A petite woman dressed in white armor sat in front of a dressing table, gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

His heroic spirit was tinged with sorrow, as if his battle halberd had been covered by dirt and lost its former sharpness.

She reached out her delicate hand and gently stroked the strands of hair that had fallen across her cheek.

"Do you really want to marry me?"

"Fellow Daoist Feng, it's been a long time. How much of your former glory remains?" A gentle voice came from behind.

It wasn't loud, but to the woman's ears, it was like a thunderclap, shaking her to her core.

Feng Xintang stood up and turned around to look.

A figure wearing a red robe and a Qilin mask sat in a chair.

The man leaned against the table with one arm, his palm supporting his cheek, and quietly gazed at her.

Just like before, nothing has changed.

"The Qilin Taoist".

Feng Xintang murmured, her expression complex.

These were the subordinates she personally recruited in Purple Mountain Immortal City, fighting side by side to eliminate evil and slay enemies.

However, due to pressure from the Qian Kingdom royal family, the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce, and other major forces, the other party had no choice but to leave the Divine Arresting Gate and flee.

Engaging in battle after battle with various forces, advancing relentlessly through blood and bones.

Finally, the Red Sleeve Pavilion was destroyed, the three major families were destroyed, the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce surrendered, and the Qian Kingdom's royal family withdrew its pursuit.
Each and every incident deeply moved her and left an unforgettable impression.

"What brings you here?"

Feng Xintang's voice was hoarse, and her red lips were tightly pursed.

"They've come to kill me, haven't they? After all, I'm going to become a member of the Qian Kingdom's royal family."

"hehe!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled softly, slowly lowering the hand that had been supporting his cheek.

"Fellow Daoist underestimates me."

"I haven't yet thanked you, fellow Daoist, for having the senior of the Divine Arresting Sect look after me outside Zishan City."

The lowered hand extended, and a jade box appeared.

Click!

The jade box was opened, and a pill the size of a longan appeared inside.

"Foundation Building Pill?" Feng Xintang frowned slightly.

"The enemy was pursuing us so fiercely that I was unable to express my gratitude in person. This Foundation Establishment Pill is my gift of thanks."

"There's no need for that. I'm just having my uncle give you the pills you deserve."

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head and handed over the jade box.

"I have come here only to see an old friend and to advise my fellow Daoist to refuse the marriage proposal."

"The Qian Kingdom royal family suffered a crushing defeat in the Battle of Yinming Mountain, losing all their foundation. Only their ancestor, whose fate is unknown, is left to hold them up. They cannot protect this vast land."

"The Qian Kingdom has existed for a thousand years. Even if the true immortals die of old age, as long as they survive for a period of time, the younger generation will grow up and it will continue to exist."

Feng Xintang lowered her eyes and stared at the floor.

This marriage alliance was arranged by the new Emperor Qian after several discussions with his master and uncle in order to win over the Divine Arresters.

"With me here, they have no chance."

The young man's voice was flat and calm, without the slightest ripple, yet a wisp of breath burst forth.

Like a towering mountain, it stands, filling the space and carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

"Major Foundation Building and Repair!"

Feng Xintang exclaimed in surprise that the person in front of her had actually broken through to the Foundation Establishment stage.

It's only been four years. She vaguely remembers their first meeting. He was only at the eighth level of Qi Refining and was seriously injured.

Zhang Yuanzhu regained his composure, stood up, and looked directly at the woman.

"They sowed the seeds of their own making, and today I return the fruits of their labor!"

"My conscience is clear. Anyone who blocks my way is an enemy. Fellow Daoist, please have some self-respect."

Before the words had even finished, that tall, slender figure had already disappeared from the room.

(End of this chapter)