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Chapter 309 Zhang Yuanzhu: Long time no see, Princess! (4000)

Five skeleton demons attacked simultaneously.

Fists and claws, carrying billowing corpse energy, charged towards the three Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Corpse Refining Technique.

Five corpses with combat power comparable to the seventh level of Foundation Establishment launched a full-scale attack; such a scene was terrifying.

In an instant, the earth corroded into ash, and vegetation was pulverized.

The attack is already imminent.

“Zhang Yuanzhu, you dare to kill your elders, you will surely be rejected by the sect.”

"Five corpses, and so well preserved. Such skill in corpse refining is truly formidable."

Did I choose the wrong path?

Whether they roared in anger, were horrified, or were bewildered, they could not change the final outcome.

One figure after another struggled desperately, only to fall silent in the end.

Pa~pa~
Within a few breaths, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators were dead, crushed into minced flesh, and corroded into a pool of blood.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood atop the Peng bird corpse demon's head, looking down.

An old man, draped in a yellow cloak, leaned against the rubble with a deathly still expression.

"The farce is over, Lord of Corpse Refining Mountain."

The young man's eyes were indifferent as he slowly raised his arm, revealing his blood-stained fingers and palms.

From the moment the golden-armored corpse appeared, the battle was already under his control.

The old man looked sorrowful as he scanned his surroundings. One after another, figures that resembled demons and monsters surrounded him, blocking all escape routes.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, do you know what you're doing?"

"The most elite combat force of a lineage is being eroded, and the sect's power is weakening once again."

"What seventh person of Immortal Soldier Valley? You are a sinner that the sect has never seen before."

Zhang Yuanzhu's red robe fluttered in the wind, his black hair danced wildly, making him look eerie and evil, with a kind of demonic quality.

He slightly raised his head, gazing straight at the mountains and rivers.

Are you trying to provoke me?

It seems you've made your decision!

The young man whispered, raising his arm and slowly pressing it down.

"Then I'll grant your wish!"

Hoho~
The skeletal demon roared to the sky, unleashing five powerful attacks that crashed down.

Boom!

The heavens and earth shook, the air was thick with the aura of death, and all life within a radius of dozens of miles was extinguished.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his hands behind his back, his double pupils half-closed.

He was very curious as to why the Corpse Refining lineage had become close to the Chu Yun lineage, and what was the story behind 'Lie Lin'er's' resurrection.

Unfortunately, this master of the Corpse Refining Mountain would rather die, even at the risk of the extinction of his Corpse Refining lineage, than reveal a single secret.

"I will go to find her myself. I believe that junior sister will be happy to answer my questions."

A playful glint flashed across the young man's face, and at the same time, his eyes shone with a blue light as he began to heal his injuries.

In this battle, the Corpse Refining lineage lost three Foundation Establishment cultivators, each at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, the strongest experts in the Corpse Refining lineage.

From then on, in the border region, only two Foundation Establishment cultivators remained in the Corpse Refining lineage, and both were mere nobodys who could be crushed with a single palm strike.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu leaped down and landed on the ground.

Extend your palm and beckon gently.

The skeletons of the demons shrank rapidly, turning into bone beads that were strung together to form a bracelet, which was then worn on the wrist.

He stepped forward, surveyed the battlefield, and began searching for spoils of war.

Soon, two slightly worn storage bags appeared in his hands.

"Unfortunately, the storage bag of the Corpse Refining Mountain Lord was destroyed before his death."

Zhang Yuanzhu was helpless.

Then, he took a step forward and stood before the badly damaged golden-armored corpse, flicking his sleeve.

The three remains of the refined corpses then vanished.

After searching the surrounding area again to make sure nothing was missed, the young man continued to move away from the ancient city.

He needed to find a secluded spot to recover his depleted mana and take stock of his spoils from the battle.

In the blink of an eye, he transformed into lightning and sped away.

As we moved further away from the ancient city, the land, which had turned from scorched black, gradually gained some greenery, and mountains and rivers came into view.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face, and he felt relaxed.

Being on the battlefield, far from the ancient city, made him feel much more at ease.

This composure and slaughter amidst life and death on the edge of a blade made him more familiar and accustomed to it. The ninth level was ultimately an immeasurable forging process, bound by too many rules.

Their pace slowed, and they stopped in front of a large river.

The river flows swiftly and ceaselessly, splashing water droplets on both banks and creating a misty fog, resembling a fairyland.

Zhang Yuanzhu surveyed the river with a satisfied expression.

"Let's rest here!"

As you step forward, the river water automatically partes in front of you, revealing the riverbed.

Bolts of lightning erupted from beneath their feet, splitting the silt and solidifying the soil.

In the blink of an eye, an underwater cave was completed.

Zhang Yuanzhu set up an array to conceal his presence.

He then entered the cave, sat down, and began to tally up the spoils of the battle.

He stretched out his palm and waved it gently. Several streaks of light flew out, some hovering in front of him, others landing on the ground.

Two storage bags floated in front of him, while three tattered golden-armored corpses collapsed to the ground.

This is the result of this battle!
The young man examined the spoils of war, then reached out and grabbed the storage bag on his right, scanning it with his spiritual sense.

The spirit, the bronze-armored corpse, and the silver-armored corpse were all just miscellaneous items with little value.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless as he collected the spirit stones and the silver-armored corpse from his storage bag.

bang~
With a burst of force from his five fingers, the storage bag exploded and turned into powder.

Then, his gaze fell on the remaining storage bags, he clenched them in his hand, and probed them with his spiritual sense.

what!
The young man looked surprised, a slight smile appearing on his face.

I thought that the talismans and magical artifacts, which were of value, had all been damaged in the recent battle, but I didn't expect to have such an unexpected gain.

With a light tap of his five fingers, an ancient book with a dark cover and an eerie aura flew out of his storage bag and hovered in front of him.

Also floating out was a small jade-colored bottle.

The bottle is crystal clear, and you can vaguely see a yellow liquid flowing inside.

The young man gazed at the ancient book, the words on the cover resonating in his heart.

The Secret Record of Golden Armor Corpse Refining!
Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, stretched out his free hand, and lifted the cover.

Waaah~ Hehe~
Wisps of yin energy and corpse energy appeared, filling the cave.

The cries of ghosts and howls of wolves rang out one after another, and for a moment the cave was like a demon's den.

The young man's expression remained unchanged as he engrossed himself in perusing the ancient book.

As he learned more about the content, his smile deepened.

This is a relatively complete legacy of corpse refining, recording everything from the refining of bronze-armored corpses to the cultivation of silver-armored corpses, and the advancement to gold-armored corpses.

However, he only barely advanced to the Golden Armor Corpse level, and there was no further inheritance.

Even so, Zhang Yuanzhu benefited greatly from it.

The collision of two vastly different corpse-refining inheritances in his mind sparked a series of inspirations, giving him many new insights into the path of corpse refining.

This corpse-refining inheritance, which allows cultivation up to the Foundation Establishment stage, can serve as a foundation for the Daoist tradition.

Finally, when it comes time to verify whether the gains can be maximized, whisper to yourself:
'Take control!'

In an instant, the ancient book vanished, only to reappear immediately.
Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head in disappointment; there was no [Special Attribute] Soul.

After carefully reading it through, he put the ancient book away and turned his gaze to the jade bottle.

Golden Corpse Liquid!
According to the description of the Corpse Refining lineage, this is a precious elixir that repairs and strengthens corpses. It is extremely valuable and is formed by the special terrain of the Corpse Refining lineage.

"Repair the corpse?"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the three mutilated bodies on the ground, each one in a terrible state.

The head and half of the torso may explode, the frontal bone may be shattered, or the entire head may be smashed into the chest cavity.

The young man scoffed. He never held back in battle; he wondered if the armor could still be repaired. However, even if it were to be repaired, he would only attempt it on the least damaged golden-armored corpse.

After carefully examining the three broken golden-armored corpses, his gaze finally settled on the refined corpse whose head had been smashed out of its chest cavity.

In comparison, this reanimated corpse only suffered a neck injury and torn internal organs.

Having made his decision, Zhang Yuanzhu no longer hesitated and flicked his finger.

The golden liquid transformed into a stream of light and stopped in front of the remains.

bang~
The jade bottle shattered, and yellow liquid, like a fine rain, spilled onto the corpse.

Click!Click!
The bones trembled, the neck was repaired, the dull golden armor shone brightly again, and a head was slowly pulled out of the chest.

Time passed, and an incense stick burned.

A golden-armored corpse slowly rose, its golden light illuminating the cave.

"The Golden Corpse Liquid is quite remarkable; even after such damage, it can still be repaired."

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, gazing at the wooden-faced golden-armored corpse.

Immediately, he raised his arms and began refining the corpse according to the "Secret Record of Golden Armor Corpse Refining".

Strands of corpse energy emerged from his wrist, spreading forward and transforming into runes that entered the golden-armored corpse.

Hoo~ho~
The refining corpse roared, its blank face showing a hint of struggle, its body trembling.

However, as more and more runes entered the body, the golden-armored corpse returned to calm.

Within his dantian, runes emerged one after another. These runes intertwined and linked together, transforming into chains that spread and sealed off the seventh level of the spiritual platform.

As time passed, the golden-armored corpse was completely refined.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up as he sensed the refining corpse in front of him and lightly tapped his forehead.

Having acquired a corpse at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, his combat power will undoubtedly rise once again.

Most importantly, this golden-armored corpse is not the white bone corpse demon on the wrist; it has the potential to continue to grow stronger.

With a flick of his sleeve, a pitch-black coffin appeared on the ground.

He had a thought in his mind.

The golden-armored corpse spread its arms, picked up two badly damaged corpses, leaped into the coffin, and lay down flat.

The golden-armored corpse opened its mouth and inhaled, and strands of golden light emerged from the remains, entering its mouth and nose.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly flicked his fingertips.

thump~
The coffin lid was closed.

He then put the black coffin into his storage bag.

Now that the battlefield loot has been tallied, the young man begins to recover his depleted mana.

One by one, spirit stones flew out from his bosom and scattered all around.

Huff huff~ puff puff~
With each breath, countless streams of spiritual energy surged forth and flowed into his body.

The purple spiritual platform vibrated, rapidly absorbing spiritual energy and refining it into magical power.

As time passed, one spirit stone after another turned grayish-white and turned into stone dust.

Half a day later, all the spirit stones shattered, and his magical power was fully restored.

However, he did not leave immediately. Instead, he planned to take the opportunity to master the thunder technique—the Taixu Thunder Gate Technique—and then leave the pass to attack and kill his enemies.

Having spent a day and a night studying and researching the spells in the ancient city, it won't take long to master them now.

Lost in thought, Zhang Yuanzhu took out a jade slip from his bosom and began to read it.

He raised his arm, spread his fingers, and bolts of lightning burst forth from his palm, twisting and changing.

An aura of vastness, antiquity, and majesty permeated the cave, growing stronger with the passage of time.

At the same time, the youth's bones were constantly being tempered by the precious liquid, becoming stronger day and night.

Seven days later.

A crimson figure slowly stood up and walked out of the cave.

He walked slowly, and with each step he took, the cave trembled slightly.

After leaving the cave and entering the river...

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the cave collapsed, and all traces were erased.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested one arm on a long ruler and held a copper bell in the other hand.

Deep within the soul, the [characteristics] burst forth.

The young man turned to the side, looked north, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

What follows is going to be very interesting!
With one step, his figure disappeared from the spot.

The ninth pass is located tens of thousands of miles to the northwest.

A group of figures clad in yellow robes and covered in corpse energy formed a large formation to surround and kill a bull demon.

The great demon struggled and roared, its corpse energy surging everywhere. The refined corpses, like ants, fearlessly charged forward, unafraid of death.

High in the sky, three cultivators silently watched the killing below, their minds completely elsewhere.

"Seven days have passed, and the mountain lord and the others have still not returned?" A hunched old man asked in a worried voice.

"Something went wrong, or perhaps that junior ran away too quickly, wasting the senior brothers' time."

A middle-aged man, his fingers clenched tightly, looked uneasy.

"Lin'er, what do you think? I still feel a little uneasy."

A beautiful figure, dressed in a pale yellow fur coat and wearing a straw hat, her red lips slightly parted:

"Seniors, do you have the soul tablets and soul lamps of the Mountain Lord and others?"

The old man and the middle school student shook their heads simultaneously, explaining:

“These items are kept in the ancestral temple of the Taoist lineage and are not carried with me.”

The old man paused, his expression one of horror, his body trembling:

"You...you think the mountain lord and the others will die."

"how is this possible?"

"Three cultivators at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, plus the golden-armored corpse, that's a total of six combatants at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment! How could this be an accident!"

"That junior recently exhausted his fighting strength and mental energy to kill a Golden Roc."

The middle-aged Taoist priest standing to the side argued sternly.

They didn't believe such an accident would happen; at most, they thought Zhang Yuanzhu was too good at escaping, causing the sect leader and his group to return empty-handed.

The woman in the pale yellow fur coat sighed softly:
“He is different. Qian Guo, Tai Ri, and Zhi Ren, every time they attacked, he dodged or even killed them.”

"His talent, natural gifts, spirit, and even wisdom are all worthy of being among the best in history."

"This assassination was too risky; I never approved of it in the first place."

The words fell silent, and the elder fell into deep thought.

After this attack, the mountain lord and his companions decided that the person was too dangerous and could not be allowed to grow any further.

"hehe!"

A soft laugh drifted on the wind.

The sound was soft, yet it exploded like thunder in the ears of the three people, causing their expressions to change drastically.

"Junior sister, it's been a long time. If you were in this vast land, you would know better than to be so sensible and survive."

A crimson figure strode in from the ends of the earth.

Holding a copper bell in one hand and resting the other on a long ruler, he looked relaxed, like a noble young man enjoying a spring outing in the countryside.

All the roars and howls of beasts vanished into silence.

In the vast expanse of heaven and earth, it seemed that only that slender figure existed, with nothing else.

"Junior brother!"

The woman's eyes were filled with complex emotions as she gazed at his handsome and resolute face, feeling an overwhelming sense of oppression.

She already knew the fate of her three predecessors!
"I am not her."

Zhang Yuanzhu exerted force with his five fingers, and the copper bell in his palm turned into powder, which slid down between his fingers.

The young man grinned widely, his smile unrestrained.

"Are you scared?"

"You were afraid more than ten years ago, and you are afraid again more than ten years later."

"Come on, let's run away. Maybe this time we can escape and survive."

(End of this chapter)