Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 322 Wuliang Palace, on the verge of defeat, will it break its promise? (4000)

"arrive!"

Lu Hongyun stopped in her tracks, gazing at the middle-aged man in front of her, clad in a golden robe and with a dignified expression.

"Senior Uncle, this is Brother Zhang from Immortal Soldier Valley, who has come to exchange for the essence blood of the Thunder Beast."

As the words fell, the woman took a half step back, leaving space for the two Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Zhang Yuanzhu casually draped his arm over the long, white ruler, stepped forward, and came to the middle-aged man.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist. I have come to exchange for the essence blood of a Thunder Beast at or above the Foundation Establishment level."

Simple and direct, without any concealment.

The middle-aged man in the golden robe withdrew his gaze from the battlefield, his expression softening:
"Fellow Daoist Zhang is too kind. Junior Nephew Lu has already mentioned the matter of essence and blood."

A golden light shone from his palm, and a jade bottle appeared in his hand.

In an instant, a powerful aura emanated from the jade bottle, and the faint roar of an unknown beast could be heard.

"I wonder if the essence blood of a fifth-level Foundation Establishment Thunderblood Monkey would be suitable."

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils and saw directly the essence of the blood essence. He nodded slightly.

"can!"

"Friend, what do you wish to trade?"

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped the long ruler with his five fingers and asked a question.

The middle-aged man in the golden robe had a glint in his eyes. With a flick of his finger, the jade bottle transformed into a stream of light and floated in front of the young man.

"Fellow Daoist, you are acquainted with my junior disciple, and you have also secured a victory for Ancient Cliff Mountain. This essence blood should have been given to you free of charge, but..."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the middle-aged man with a half-smile, making no move and waiting for him to speak next.

The middle-aged man in the golden robe became serious.

Clasping hands in a fist and bowing.

"Since the Golden Light Pavilion began its campaign, many disciples have become exhausted. We only hope that when you return, fellow Daoist, you can take a few disciples with you."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent and did not answer immediately.

A moment later, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the jade bottle.

"Three people!"

Before the words had even finished, he had already turned and left.

Lu Hongyun first bid farewell to her senior martial brother, then quickly caught up with the young man and whispered:

"Senior brother, there is another senior uncle who wants to make a deal."

"lead the way!"

Zhang Yuanzhu put away the jade bottle and lightly touched his forehead.

Soon, the two arrived in front of a Foundation Establishment Level 7 cultivator once again.

This time, Zhang Yuanzhu gave up some of the spiritual items from Fallen Demon Mountain in exchange for a bottle of Thunder Rhinoceros's essence blood.

In this way, he has collected nearly half of the essence blood of the nine types of thunder beasts, which will not delay his body refining progress in the short term.

Outside the Golden Light Pavilion, Zhang Yuanzhu bid farewell to the woman and then walked towards his own lineage.

At this moment, the battle between humans and demons has reached its eighth round.

If the disciples sent by Wuliang Palace lose another battle, it means that if they lose the eighth battle, there will be no need to fight anymore.

In the vast desert, a human and a demon fought a bloody battle for a full hour.

The disciples of Wuliang Palace barely managed to win and kill the strange beast.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood before the disciples of the Zhuoyang lineage, holding a magic jade slip in his hand, carefully examining and studying it.

From time to time, he would also consult the mountain lord beside him, and his understanding of the Thunder Dragon Nine Meteor spell was constantly improving.

As for the outcome of this battle, he no longer cared.

Win or lose, it's all acceptable.

Time passed, the sky darkened, and night fell.

Following the defeat in the ninth duel, many sects fell silent, and the air was filled with oppression and deathly stillness.

A powerful aura emanated from them without restraint, carrying a murderous intent.

One by one, the immortals remained silent, high in the sky, coldly watching the cheering demons.

One by one, the weapons were activated, unleashing a dazzling brilliance that illuminated the mountains and rivers.

"Humans, are you going to breach the contract?"

"Don't forget, this is a bet made by the Golden Core True Monarch, and you dare to break it."

A great demon roared, and billowing demonic energy rose up, resisting the overwhelming force.

No one responded, and no cultivator made a move; they simply stared coldly at the demon horde.

After an unknown amount of time, a soft voice drifted out:
“You rely on the power of the Soul-Eating Poison Palace. They are human, not demonic beasts. How can you be considered as such?”

"Roar~, what a load of bull! The battle against the Soul-Eating Poison Palace was nothing more than a draw."

"Our demon race has won a full five rounds!"

The colossal demon roared, blasting apart billions of tons of sand and gravel, causing the entire desert to tremble.

The old man in feathered robes stood in the sky, his entire body glowing, his face expressionless, and slowly spoke:
"Winning five games does not mean winning the battle."

"Even if a Golden Core True Monarch were to appear before me, I would still say the same thing!"

"Hehehe~, the human race is indeed untrustworthy."

A powerful demon sneered.

"Since you want to be utterly defeated, then let's begin a battle of the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, until you are completely convinced."

A burly figure emerged from the swirling demonic aura, gazing at the assembled cultivators.

It was a being with six eyes on its face and four arms that resembled limbs.

"I have cultivated for 160 years and reached the ninth level of Foundation Establishment. Who can challenge me?"

Its sound is extremely penetrating, clearly reaching the ears of every living being.

Everyone could sense how terrifying this demon was.

Ta-ta-ta~
A thin, elderly man emerged, with gray hair flowing down his shoulders and a rather short stature, and walked towards the center of the desert.

At this moment, with the appearance of the old man, the powerful figures of each lineage showed expressions of surprise.

"It's him. He's still alive. Rumor has it that he damaged his foundation while exploring the secret realm and was unable to condense his evil aura, but he hasn't passed away yet."

"The previous generation's divine son of the Thousand Tribulations Temple was a prominent figure in his time, but unfortunately, he stopped before reaching the Condensing Evil Realm."

Exclamations of surprise rang out from the crowd.

This was a prodigy from a hundred years ago, a figure once hailed as a seed of the Golden Core stage, at the peak of the Foundation Establishment realm, with absolutely formidable combat power.

"My name is Zhao Wujie, come on!"

The old man spoke, stretching his body and shaking his spiritual platform, indicating that he would use his most powerful force in this battle.

"I have no interest in knowing who you are; this battle is solely for killing you."

The demon creature spoke, its voice laced with icy anger.

kill!

The old man stopped wasting words and made his move.

His magical power surged forth from his entire body, piercing the heavens, and his blood and qi boiled.

The demons refused to be outdone, their demonic energy surging forth like a tidal wave, charging forward.

Boom!

With a deafening roar, the entire hundred-mile stretch of desert exploded.

Whether they were demons or humans, all beings below the Condensation Realm began to retreat.

Kill! Kill!

The demonic roar mixed with a long howl, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

The human and the demon fought with all their might. Divine light would occasionally fall, carving out a hundred-mile-long canyon, while demonic energy would also swirl and pollute the desert.

At this moment, even Zhang Yuanzhu snapped out of his comprehension of magic and began to carefully observe the duel.

This battle can already represent the most elite fighting among those at the Foundation Establishment stage.

The battle between the human and the demon lasted less than a hundred moves before a muffled groan was heard, followed by a spray of blood, and the demon creature retreated.

"You can not!"

Zhao Wujie remained indifferent, flicked the limb from his hand, strode forward, and continued fighting.

"Humans, die!"

The demons roared, their severed arms regenerating, and then fought desperately in a life-or-death battle.

Bang!
After another fifty moves, a dazzling divine light destroyed six eyes and pierced through the skull.

The demon creature stood frozen in the sky, revealing its form—a thousand-foot-long centipede—which fell into the desert and remained motionless. "Truly weak, far inferior to my peers."

Zhao Wujie said, leaving the centipede corpse behind, and walked back.

At this moment, smiles finally appeared on the faces of the True Persons of Wuliang Palace.

If they lose this battle at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, then Ancient Cliff Mountain will truly have to abandon the tenth level.

Fortunately, we won, and there's still a chance to salvage the situation.

"Even if you win the battle at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, so what? My demon race still won five matches. This battle is still our victory."

A cold voice echoed through the desert.

Are you all joking?

The old man in feathered robes chuckled softly, standing with his hands behind his back.

"Since the duel between the Soul-Eating Poison Halls is invalid, then we will have to fight one more round after only nine matches."

"Yes, the battle at the Soul-Eating Poison Palace doesn't count. Even if the Golden Core experts of the two races were face to face, this statement would still be true."

"Another battle, a duel at the first level of Qi Condensation would be quite good."

The real person spoke one after another, wanting to fight again.

"Shameless! A man who breaks his promise."

"Humans are cunning and relentless in their fight to the death."

Each of the powerful demons was filled with rage, yet they could not completely refute the human race.

The Soul-Eating Poison Palace's participation in the battle is indeed somewhat in the wrong.

"quiet!"

The old man in feathered robes gave a soft shout, silencing the clamor of the crowd.

His expression turned serious as he scanned the group of demons, and he spoke slowly and deliberately:
"Since you are all unable to make a decision, why don't we each report to the Golden Core True Monarch and ask the two seniors to make the final decision?"

"Can!"

The demon race fell silent for a moment, then a deep, muffled voice rang out.

In an instant, the entire battlefield fell silent.

Zhang Yuanzhu also picked up the jade slip again, flipped through it, and continued to study thunder magic.

Time ticked by, and the night grew ever deeper.

As night fell, a young man dressed in an ancient Taoist robe arrived in a flash.

"Disciple of Wuliang Palace greets Senior Brother Zhang."

Zhang Yuanzhu put away the jade slip, looked at the young man thoughtfully, and said:
"What's the matter?"

"The elder requests your presence, senior brother."

The boy looked respectful.

Bow with hands clasped!
"It's quite interesting that you're looking for me now."

The young man chuckled.

"Please come and meet me, senior brother."

The young man from Wuliang Palace spoke again, his attitude even more respectful.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arm on the long ruler, his eyes gleaming.

He first spoke to Chen Zijing beside him:
"Mountain Lord, I'm going there, I'll be right back."

"it is good."

Chen Zijing nodded and did not stop him.

Given the current situation, Wuliang Palace will never make things difficult for its own disciples.

"Brother, please!"

The boy spoke, and his body transformed into a rainbow of light, leading the way.

Zhang Yuanzhu stomped his foot and shot out.

Before they could even finish a cup of tea, the two arrived at a formation.

"Please come in, senior brother. All the seniors are waiting."

The boy slowly retreated and disappeared before the formation.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly gripped the long ruler with his five fingers and took a step forward.

As soon as they approached the formation, the light barrier automatically opened to create a path.

Without hesitation, the young man stepped out and entered the formation.

Before I could even look around, a gentle voice had already reached me.

"Yuan Zhu is here, please sit down."

The old man, dressed in a feathered robe, had a kind face. He looked at the young man who was walking towards him and pointed to the prayer mat below the stage.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze swept around and he saw five powerful experts at the Condensation Realm sitting cross-legged on the high platform.

Below the platform, nine of the ten prayer cushions were already occupied, leaving only the middle cushion empty.

His spiritual sense swept over the nine people below the stage.

Chu Tianyi, Zhao Wujie, and all the cultivators who had won the duel sat cross-legged here.

The young man strode forward and slowly walked to the empty prayer mat, where he sat down cross-legged.

The people around them looked at each other, but no one said a word.

At this moment, the old man in feathered robes lost his smile, his expression turning solemn, and he spoke each word carefully:
"You all should understand that we can no longer win this war between humans and transvestites."

"At most, it will end in a draw!"

He paused, his voice softening slightly:
"Not long ago, Senior Qianjie sent a message that we will fight the demon race again. The demon race can choose any of the ten realms, from the twelfth level of Qi Refining to the ninth level of Foundation Establishment."

"If we lose, we will abandon the tenth level; if we win, the two races will not fight each other for ten years."

"Elder Yuan, we must not back down. How much effort has the Daoist lineage put into forging the tenth level? How many disciples and elders have been buried in the desert? How can we abandon it?"

Chu Tianyi, sitting on the right, spoke, his expression solemn.

"Fight with all your might, for the fate of a Golden Core cultivator cannot be reversed." The old man in feathered robes placed his arms flat on his knees, scanned the ten people below the stage, and his gaze unconsciously lingered on Zhang Yuanzhu.

All the cultivators present, except for the other party, were disciples and elders of the Boundless Palace.

"Can the demon race choose their respective realms for the duel?"

Zhao Wujie frowned. If the battle were to proceed in this manner, the demon race would have a significant advantage.

Because the other party would definitely not choose the third or ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

"Sixth level of foundation building!"

Old Yuan exhaled and said calmly.

In an instant, everyone except Zhang Yuanzhu looked solemn and uneasy, turning their gaze to a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged below the stage.

The opponent is the only Foundation Establishment Level 6 cultivator within the formation, and should also be the one to be dueled with.

At this level of cultivation, although the opponent is remarkable, he is far from being considered powerful. After all, a cultivator of the same level who was even more powerful than the middle-aged man has already perished in the desert.

"Yuanzhu, what do you think? Do you believe we can win in a battle between sixth-level Foundation Establishment cultivators?" Elder Yuan suddenly spoke, interrupting everyone's thoughts.

The young man raised his arm, rested his chin on it, and chuckled softly:
"This is a matter for the Wuliang Palace sect; all of you True Persons shall decide for yourselves."

Chu Tianyi, standing to the side, glanced at the elder and then at the young man, seemingly understanding something.

A hint of helplessness flashed in Yuan Lao's eyes, and he spoke directly:
"This duel is not limited to those of the same realm; it can be a battle between those of lower realms and those of higher realms. Yuan Zhu, can you defeat a demon cultivator at the sixth level of the Foundation Establishment stage?"

Even ordinary geniuses might not be able to win in a duel with someone of the same realm, but only because the young man before him possesses formidable combat strength and astonishing talent did the old man dare to make such a statement.

As the words fell, everyone turned their attention to the speaker, waiting for a response.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his arms, stood up, and faced the five Ning Sha True Persons directly.

"You should hand over the evil energy, the three-part thunder technique, and the healing medicine at the level of condensing evil energy to me."

He spoke calmly, did not answer the question, and instead demanded what he deserved.

For a moment, silence fell within the formation. The five True Immortals remained silent and did not respond immediately.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a smile, radiating arrogance, as he whispered:
"Is Wuliang Palace going back on its word?"

“I will not go back on my promise, but the item you requested is too precious and will take time to collect.”

Ah!
Several months have passed, and the funds still haven't been raised.

The young man looked up, his five fingers gripping the long, white ruler tightly, and uttered each word carefully:
"If I want it now, will you give it to me or not?"

"presumptuous!"

"Zhang Yuanzhu, how dare you speak to a real person like this?"

Shouts and reprimands echoed from the surrounding area.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged; he simply gazed calmly at the old man in feathered robes.

(End of this chapter)