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Chapter 300 Chu Yun Corpse Refining Sword Sect, it's driving me crazy (4000 words)

Weathered stones, withered grass and trees, and soil full of corrosion marks kept passing in front of the skeleton demon.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat upright in the palace, his eyes cold.

Using the corpse refining technique, he sensed the slightly familiar magical fluctuations within the mountains.

"The aura of the Yuan royal family is so familiar."

It wasn't just one or two, but hundreds upon hundreds of fluctuations of magical power.

At that moment, he seemed to know what the Yuan Dynasty's Lie clan had been plotting all these years.

'To infiltrate and eventually control the corpse-refining lineage?'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

As a prodigy of the Zhuoyang lineage, he was already aware of the deal that the Daoist lineage had made with the Chuyun lineage.

Led by Lie Lin'er, along with nine carefully selected geniuses (nine guards), they joined the Zhuoyang lineage. If they could grow up, they would naturally take charge of the Zhuoyang lineage.

According to Master Huo, the Taoist tradition was facing a generational gap at that time, and this was the best choice to continue its inheritance.

Even if they were to nurture her for decades, that princess might still not be loyal to the Yuan Dynasty.

Unfortunately, the Chu Yun lineage had been planning for hundreds of years, waiting for the arrival of a prodigy, the decline of the Zhuoyang lineage, and the recruitment of disciples once every sixty years. The right time, the right place, and the right people all came together.

But they hadn't anticipated Zhang Yuanzhu, this anomaly.

Before the thirty-six lineages had even been chosen, ninety-nine percent of the princess and nine guards had already died.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand, resting it on his chin, his eyes filled with thought.

"What Zhuoyang did back then was for the continuation of the Dao lineage, so what about you?"

"What about the Corpse Refining Technique?"

The young man grew increasingly curious: what interests could possibly lead a lineage to tacitly allow the Yuan Kingdom's royal family to infiltrate?

The skeletal demon galloped forward, passing some simple wooden huts, then paused slightly and suddenly looked eastward.

It was a mansion, shrouded in blood mist. You could vaguely see scarlet lanterns hanging on the gate plaque, swaying in the wind and emitting a sharp laugh.

"This aura... it's so much like yours."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered.

In the next instant, an ancient hand seal was formed.

The skeletal demon shot out, its billowing corpse energy mixed with ear-piercing sonic booms echoing through the space.

The entire mansion exploded in an instant, turning into countless pieces of wood that flew in all directions.

A hand, concealed by a black robe, suddenly struck out, grabbing in one direction.

Domineering and explosive!
"What kind of thing dares to act so presumptuously here?"

A long roar shook the great mountain.

A golden palm rose from the dust and reached out to meet it.

The two palms instantly crossed the sky and collided.

boom! Boom! !
The deafening roar caused the mountains to tremble violently.

The black robe was torn, revealing a bony hand covered in corpse energy; as the smoke and dust dissipated, arms covered in golden armor were revealed.

"Corpse refining?"

"Which junior brother is joking with me?"

Ta-ta-ta~
With crisp footsteps, an elderly man in a yellow robe, with long hair and gray shoulders, walked slowly and stood behind a tall figure.

The skeletal demon, with its empty eye sockets, peered over the corpse and sized up the old man before looking at the graceful figure wearing a bamboo hat in the distance.

The torn part of the straw hat revealed familiar features.

"Although the aura is slightly different, it's still her, and..."

"It's a living person!"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

At the same time, the hand seals changed, controlling the skeletal demon to speak:
"Jie! Jie!"

"You do not yet understand why I have come here. The lineage has gone astray and must be corrected."

With a single step, billowing corpse energy surged into the sky.

Clench your five fingers together and smash out with a roar!
At this moment, the corpse energy was not malevolent, but rather carried a heavy weight, like a towering mountain collapsing, threatening to crush everything.

"Retreat. This refined corpse is not bad, but how can it contend with the golden-armored corpse?"

The old man sighed softly.

He guessed that it might be one of his junior brothers who was dissatisfied with the lineage's decision and did this.

Fortunately, I came to instruct the woman today; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

A thought.

The golden-armored corpse roared to the sky, its entire body surging with golden light, dazzling and holy.

Step forward, raise your arms.

Punch!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One black and one gold, two refining corpses, exchanged three punches in succession, causing the earth to tremble and tons of dust to surge and rise.

Many disciples of the Corpse Refining lineage lost their footing and fell to the ground.

However, not a single disciple or elder went to help.

They looked helplessly at the boiling corpse energy in the sky and the two figures fighting rapidly. It was obvious that there was a problem within their own ranks, so it was best not to interfere.

Boom!

Another punch collided, and the Bone Demon was sent flying backward, clutching the golden fragments in its hand, disappearing into the night.

The old man recalled the golden-armored corpse, but did not pursue the direction in which the white-boned corpse demon had disappeared.

At this point, don't pry too much; just treat it as a misunderstanding.

However, the old man's eyes were filled with thoughts as he wondered which junior brother had made the move this time.

A moment later, the old man in the yellow robe turned around and instructed the woman in the bamboo hat behind him:

"Cultivate with me during this time."

"Yes, Master!"

The old man lowered his gaze, looking at the wreckage scattered on the ground, his face bitter.

Then, as if sensing something, it raised its head.

Clasping your hands in a fist salute!
"It's just a misunderstanding that we've troubled you all, fellow disciples and seniors of the Dao lineage, to come here."

"This is the only exception. Matters concerning your lineages should be decided internally. Do not cause trouble on the island."

With a cold shout, the spiritual senses retreated one after another.

For a time, all the disciples of the Sword Sect's Dao lineage felt somewhat dissatisfied with the Corpse Refining Technique.

the other side.

Inside the palace, Zhang Yuan held a golden fragment in his hand, examining it carefully.

"Golden-armored corpse, a conventional corpse-refining process."

The young man was quite interested; he had some knowledge of the Corpse Refining Technique.

The other party's corpse refining technique was well-established, far superior to his unorthodox methods.

Bronze-armored corpses, silver-armored corpses, gold-armored corpses—each level rises in power, continuously increasing in strength.

Rumor has it that above the Golden Armor Corpse, there is another type of Corpse Refining Realm, the Corpse Condensation Realm, but the Corpse Refining lineage has not produced such a Corpse Refining Corpse for a long time.

In a moment of thought, his five fingers suddenly exerted force, and a very faint mark appeared on the golden fragment.

"The golden-armored corpse at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment is indeed extraordinary."

With a light touch of the fingertip, patterns were generated, adding another layer of restriction to the golden fragment.

He flipped his hand and put away the golden fragment.

Zhang Yuanzhu began to ponder what he had seen and heard in the mountains, and various thoughts welled up in his mind.

The thing that resembled Lie Lin'er was a real, living person, though he had indeed killed it, its body torn to pieces.

Could it be that my vision was too limited back then, leaving the other party with a sliver of life force, which led to their rescue?

But that shouldn't be the case. With those injuries, even if he survived by sheer luck, he would be half-crippled. How could he be at the twelfth level of Qi Refining and look like he's about to break through?

To put it another way, even if Zhao Lin'er were completely unharmed, she wouldn't have such cultivation level.

"What kind of demons and monsters are they? Next time we encounter them, we'll just kill them."

"However, we can't be so reckless after tomorrow. Once we leave the Scorching Sun Dharma Vein and enter the common area, fighting is prohibited. We can't withstand a single blow from a Dao artifact for the time being."

Zhang Yuanzhu reached into his robes and took out the jade slip containing the "Record of Purple Lightning and Green Frost," which he then carefully studied.

It would take some time to reach the border of Guyashan, which would be a rare opportunity for him to cultivate, so he would not waste it.

Time flies, and seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The Vast Ocean Dharma Lineage has already landed on the island, and its headquarters are located next to the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage.

Today, the floating island enters a mountain range stretching for thousands of miles, shrouded in mist. "The First Cloud Lineage!"

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Like the former Food Spirit lineage, the Chu Yun lineage has long been a private territory of the Yuan Kingdom's royal family, and one of the forces he most wants to eradicate.

"No rush. When we reach the border, there will be a reckoning."

He murmured to himself and began his practice again.

Within his dantian, his magical power was increasing every second, climbing towards a higher realm.

Inside the body, the bones were enveloped in silver medicinal liquid, tempered by bolts of lightning, making them increasingly solid, with a hint of purple.

In his mind, a five-story pagoda shone brightly, suppressing him, dazzling and radiant.

The three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit are all being steadily enhanced and accumulated, waiting for the day they burst forth.

Time passed day by day, without any major upheavals.

until
"Chu Yun, from the Corpse Refining lineage, has come to pay a visit and requests an audience."

Two long howls shook the heavens, startling the disciples who looked out towards the palace complex.

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his eyes, a cold light flashing within them.

He hated being disturbed during his meditation, especially with such blatant behavior.

He stood up and strode out of the hall.

He carried a long ruler, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, his red robe fluttering in the wind.

In just a few steps, they had already left the palace.

At this moment, a dozen or so cultivators dressed in yellow robes and cloud-patterned Taoist robes came into view, each with an impressive aura.

They stood in front of the palace, led by an old man and a middle-aged man with a simple face and a tall stature.

Elder Huo strode out, accompanied by two Foundation Establishment elders, his face cold.

"Is this how you pay your respects, with your voices shaking the heavens and your manners so unrestrained? Do you even have a shred of manners?"

"Fellow Daoist, please don't be offended. The two Daoists from Chuyun and Lianshi lineages are anxious, but they have no ill intentions."

A young man, dressed in a silver-white robe, with a jade belt around his neck and a long sword on his back, stepped out of the crowd to explain.

Huo Lao frowned, staring at the young man with the sword on his back:

"Disciple of the Sword Sect."

"Senior, let me share my knowledge."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, bypassing Elder Huo and facing the numerous cultivators directly.

"Junior Brother Zhang, you've arrived. This time, it was suggested by two seniors that we resolve our past grievances and join hands to fight on the border."

"We are of the same clan, so it's better to let go of some trivial matters."

The young man with the sword on his back had a gentle expression as he pointed to the middle-aged man and the old man in the yellow robe at the front.

"The arrival of both the Master of the Chuyun Dharma Lineage and the Master of the Corpse Refining Dharma Lineage should be enough for Junior Brother to sense their sincerity."

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a simple, ancient face and a tall stature stood with his hands behind his back and slowly began to speak:
"You are ultimately from the Yuan Kingdom. All past grievances should be forgotten. This is permissible."

If it weren't for the fact that the person in front of me is growing up so fast, why would a middle-aged person be willing to come here?

“If you swear an oath to forgive and forget our grievances, we will no longer pursue the killings we committed.”

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, staring at the middle-aged man, then glancing at the old man, and finally looking at the young man with the sword on his back.

"Are you a dummy?"

"Or did you receive some kind of benefit?"

The young man carrying the sword had a furrowed brow, narrowed eyes, and a sharp aura, like a divine sword piercing the sky.

"The demon race is fierce and cunning beyond measure. If we cannot work together, we will not be able to move forward."

"Junior brother."

Boom~
A fair hand instantly tore through the sky and slammed down on the young man's face.

Blood and flesh splattered, facial bones shattered, and the entire body was pressed into the ground.

"A fool!"

"Junior brother, is that something you can call me?"

The young man remained indifferent, raising his hand and flicking the blood from his fingertips.

His gaze was icy, meeting the faces of the two mountain lords directly, as he spoke each word with chilling intensity:
"This is as you wish."

"Paper dolls, Tai Ri, so what if we add another enemy?"

"I will tread on your blood and bones, keep moving forward, keep growing, until the end of the road."

The sound was soft, yet it reached everyone's ears.

At the very back of the corpse-refining lineage, a graceful figure wearing a bamboo hat and a fur coat trembled slightly, as if she had heard a voice that had transcended time and space.

Ten years ago, at the summit of Dao Peak, that person was so arrogant;
More than a decade later, he is still just as unrestrained and confident.

The middle-aged Taoist remained silent, sensing the pervasive aura with an extremely solemn expression.

He had intended to intervene, but a strange aura emanated from him, causing him to tremble all over.

Master Chuyun glanced deeply at Elder Huo behind the young man and said softly:

"You actually carry the Golden Elixir Talisman with you at all times."

His gaze shifted to Zhang Yuanzhu, his face showing sincerity:

"I have come here only to resolve our grievances; you are overthinking it."

The elderly man in the yellow robe, who had remained silent all along, finally spoke up to offer some advice:

"Fellow Daoist Huo, do not act rashly. Golden Core talismans are precious; how can we waste them?"

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the receding tide of his probing under the aura of a Golden Core True Monarch, and his hand fell, grabbing the hilt of the sword on the young man's back.

Bang!

The longsword was drawn, its cold light gleaming.

"The sword is nice, I'll take it."

Looking up at the sky.

Ignoring the two lineage masters, he turned and headed towards the palace.

From the moment Zhang Yuanzhu came out until the end, the whole process took no more than three or four minutes, simple and direct.

After the young man left, Elder Huo snorted coldly and led his disciples away.

The Lord of Chuyun Mountain, looking at the bloodied and mangled disciples of his Dao lineage, was about to lend a helping hand.

brush!
A beam of sword light descended from the sky, enveloping the young man as he disappeared into the depths of the island.

“We are disciples of the Sword Sect, no need for the Mountain Lord to trouble himself.”

"Shao'er is naive. If this happens again, he will bear the consequences."

The sword's cry, accompanied by a chilling sound, echoed in the air.

For a moment, only the corpse refiner and the Chuyun lineage cultivator remained on the spot.

The old Taoist sighed softly, his yellow robe fluttering, and wisps of corpse energy surging forth.

"Fellow Daoist, in this way, your wish has been fulfilled."

"This old man will take his leave for now!"

The old Taoist priest led his many disciples toward Mount Da, which was not far away.

The tall, middle-aged man with an ancient face gazed at the palace before him, his expression calm and undisturbed.

If that person is willing to resolve the grievances, that would be best; if not, the current situation is the best option.

He turned around and led his disciples toward the camp.

Inside the palace.

As Zhang Yuanzhu recalled the spiritual sense he had just detected, his expression grew even colder.

Is the Sword Sect's lineage also testing the waters?

He believed that a cultivator might be foolish, but he absolutely did not trust the Dao lineage, and he was unaware of the young man carrying the sword's movements.

They must have tacitly approved of such actions, or rather, ignored the actions of the young man carrying the sword.

Five fingers gripped the sword hilt tightly.

Stab it!

The longsword was embedded in the ground, with only the hilt trembling slightly.

"Is the intention to integrate the various cultivation methods to form a fighting force before reaching the border, or is there some other reason?"

The scheming of all sides made him feel disgusted.

Being in a sect is like being trapped in a spider web; one cannot kill or settle scores at will.

Call ~
Zhang Yuanzhu exhaled a breath of stale air, suppressing the murderous intent in his heart.

"I'm increasingly looking forward to going to the border!"

(End of this chapter)