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Chapter 323 Zhang Yuanzhu: You've lost? Great! (4000)

Yuan Lao stretched out his palm, stopping the crowd's shouts.

With a flick of his sleeve, several streams of light burst forth and hovered in front of the young man.

"The three thunder techniques, healing medicines at the level of Qi Condensation, and the jade tokens for travel within the Boundless Palace's territory are all ready."

"Unfortunately, lightning-attribute evil energy is too difficult to collect and will take some time."

A hint of sarcasm flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes. Was the collection really not completed?
He stretched out his palm, grasped the storage bag, and checked each item one by one. Only after confirming that there were no problems did he put the spiritual items away.

The next moment, he turned around and left without saying a word.

Yuan Lao frowned and stood up abruptly:

"If you can win this battle for Wuliang Palace, you may offer anything except for Golden Core Realm spiritual items."

The young man scoffed, quickened his pace, and left the formation directly.

For a moment, the formation fell silent.

After an unknown amount of time, a low growl tinged with anger rang out:
"But is it possible that we can't win the final battle without a Foundation Establishment level three cultivator from Immortal Soldier Valley?"

"If a Foundation Establishment Level 3 fighter were to fight a Foundation Establishment Level 6 fighter, crossing three realms, the younger generation would surely lack confidence and thus leave."

"Delay the battle, unleash our hidden strength, and send the prodigies of the Jade Sun Temple to fight here."

On and off the stage, disciples and elders spoke one by one, describing various methods.

The old man in feathered robes slowly sat down, his eyes coldly fixed on the direction the young man had left.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested one arm on the long, white ruler, and took out a sound transmission stone from his robes with the other. He lightly tapped the stone with his five fingers, and it began to glow faintly.

Then, he exerted force with his palm.

Click!

The sound transmission stone shattered, turning into powder that slipped through his fingers.

He glanced back at the closed formation, his double pupils deep and unfathomable.

We probably won't be able to get the evil energy!
Without further thought, he transformed into lightning and sped towards the Scorching Sun Dao lineage.

Soon, the Mountain Lord and Elder Huo came into view.

The young man landed immediately, a thought forming in his mind.

Array patterns spread from the soles of their feet, forming an array that covered the three of them.

"Yuanzhu, what happened?"

Chen Zijing frowned slightly. His disciple had returned too quickly, and his expression seemed off.

"It's just a few minor issues, but the future plans will need to be slightly adjusted."

A gentle smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face.

He stretched out his palm and flipped it over, revealing medicinal herbs that shimmered with a purple glow between his fingers.

The precious medicine resembles a lingzhi mushroom, is entirely purple, and is as flawless and translucent as a piece of jade.

Chen Zijing stared in astonishment at the precious medicine in the young man's hand:

"Three-leaf purple Ganoderma!"

This is a precious healing herb at the Qi Condensation level, extremely valuable and rare.

Before he could even finish, Chen Zijing had more ideas.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his palm and tossed the precious medicine over:
"This precious medicine, obtained from a daytime battle, will be very useful to you, senior."

Chen Zijing gazed at the precious medicine floating in front of him, his expression complex.

He's not stupid; whatever he says is perfect.

This precious herb is probably the main reason why our prodigy participated in the human-demon duel.

"It's too precious for me."

"Mountain Lord, you are now the strongest in the Scorching Sun lineage. Only when your severed arm is restored can you better protect the lineage."

Zhang Yuanzhu interrupted the mountain lord's voice, slightly turning his body to look at Elder Huo.

At this moment, Huo Lao's once red hair had turned gray, and he exuded an aura of decline.

The young man lowered his hand and placed it on the measuring ruler, his eyes solemn:

"Senior, let's leave the Demon Realm now and return to our sect."

"now?"

"Isn't this a bit too hasty? The battle between humans and transvestites is not over yet."

Huo Lao frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

During this time, he naturally heard the news that the young man was going to take the injured back.

"The outcome of the battle between humans and demons has little to do with the sect, let alone us."

The young man chuckled, his gaze shifting towards the location of the Boundless Palace.

"And leaving now is the perfect time."

Although Huo Lao didn't quite understand, he still nodded.

Then, he walked towards the outside of the formation:

"I will go and gather the seriously injured disciples now, and leave immediately."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, lightly tapping the long ruler with his five fingers, feeling the warmth of his fingertips, and whispered:
"Senior, on this journey back, the Zhuoyang lineage consists of only the two of us."

boom!
Like a thunderclap, it struck his mind, causing the old man to stop in his tracks.

Turning around, she looked at that tall, slender figure, her heart filled with complex emotions. Her mouth opened, but she didn't know where to begin.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained calm as he continued:
"This way of returning is not safe. It is the best choice for the seriously injured disciple to stay here and rely on the protection of the mountain lord."

“Yuan Zhu, all the green mountains under heaven are the same. Where you die and where you are buried makes no difference.”

Huo Lao composed himself, burst into laughter, and appeared quite composed.

Her eyes, however, revealed reluctance and reminiscence.

Fallen leaves return to their roots, and one last look at one's homeland is naturally a source of reluctance. However, it is certainly not worth risking one's own prodigy for this.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head, looked up, and saw the towering cliff that reached into the clouds through the array.

"The arrow is already on the bowstring, there's no turning back, and I don't want to turn back either."

After a pause, the young man spoke softly:

“Some disciples who died in battle also need to be sent home.”

Huo Lao remained silent, then nodded slightly on his forehead.

"it is good!"

"However, you must prioritize your own safety along the way, and you can give up everything else if necessary."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent and did not respond.

At this moment, Chen Zijing held the precious medicine in his hand, looking at the young man with a worried expression:

"I will personally escort you back; our sect will no longer participate in this battle."

The young man was helpless. On the surface, he was escorting the wounded back, but if the mountain lord went back with him, it would be almost equivalent to the entire Zhuoyang lineage being directly removed from the war.

"Do not worry, the vast demonic lands cannot trap me, and this time will be no different."

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand and then dispelled the formation.

"Elder Huo, let's go."

"Lord of the Mountain, in matters of conquest, safety is of paramount importance."

The young man instructed them to conceal their presence and head towards the Golden Light Pavilion's encampment.

Huo Lao followed closely behind.

The two moved extremely fast, arriving at the edge of the Golden Light Pavilion's encampment in less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

At this moment, four cultivators clad in golden robes were already waiting here.

The leader was a beautiful woman in a red dress.

Upon seeing the young man, Lu Hongyun immediately went to greet him, her eyes filled with doubt:

"Senior brother sent a message and left now, has something happened?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to leave."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained indifferent as he scanned the three cultivators behind the woman. They were all Qi Refining cultivators, and all of them had serious injuries.

Following the young man's gaze, Lu Hongyun introduced directly:
"These three senior brothers and junior sisters are the disciples of the Golden Light Pavilion who wish to return to their sect for recuperation."

"Can!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

He didn't care what schemes or ideas Jin Guangge had; it was just a transaction, and doing his duty was enough.

A thought came to my mind.

The yellow jade flying boat flew out of his arms and expanded rapidly until it was the size of a hill.

"Get on, let's go now."

As the words fell, the three from Jin Guang Pavilion and Elder Huo boarded the Yellow Jade Boat.

Zhang Yuanzhu bid farewell to the woman in the red dress, then leaped onto the jade boat. He then strode towards the bow.

tower!
The young man stopped in his tracks, flipped his hand, and hung the jade tablet, which was surrounded by divine light, at the very front of the jade boat.

In the blink of an eye, the flying boat soared through the air, hurtling upwards.

Outside the tenth level, inside the formation.

The old man in feathered robes, who was discussing the matter, suddenly stopped talking and looked at Guyashan.

"They're even willing to forgo their malevolent aura; that's quite decisive."

The old man's voice was calm.

Then, the discussion returned to the details of the final showdown between the transgender people.

Regardless of the outcome of the battle between humans and demons, the younger generation would not have time to leave the area of ​​the Thousand Tribulations Temple.

Even though they cannot personally kill the prodigy because of their oath, they still have many other methods.

Inside the simple formation on the yellow jade boat.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out a futon and sat down cross-legged.

Then, they began to tally up the spoils of the battle.

He stretched out his arm and waved it gently, and streams of light flew out from his arms, hovering in front of him.

There are three ancient jade slips, the remains of a large golden bird, and two jade bottles.

Three thunder techniques, a thunder spirit corpse, and two bottles of thunder beast essence blood—these were the spoils of this duel.

By the way, Wuliang Palace still owes him a portion of lightning-attribute evil energy.

He will surely visit the Temple of a Thousand Calamities one day and have a proper talk with that True Lord.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped his thoughts and turned his gaze to the three jade slips.

He stretched out his palm, grasped one, and scanned it with his spiritual sense.

Lines of handwriting flashed into my mind.

Nine Heavens Thunder Stele Technique!
Borrowing the purest and most powerful thunder from heaven and earth, it transforms into a divine monument to suppress and seal away enemies.
The young man carefully savored this thunder technique, comprehending its cultivation methods, and chuckled softly:

"Wuliang Palace is quite cunning. This thunder technique has many similarities with the Taixu Thunder Gate Technique, and both are equally difficult to cultivate."

The similarity between suppression and sealing suggests that even if one successfully cultivates this thunder technique, it will only add another method that one has already mastered.

There wasn't much improvement in combat strength.

However, for Zhang Yuanzhu, this thunder technique was acceptable and should make his killing techniques more complete.

He flipped his hand, put away the jade slip, and examined the remaining two thunder techniques.

As his spiritual sense swept over the area, several large characters appeared in his mind.

Thunderstorm Cage!

Thunder God Sword!!
Looking through the descriptions of the two thunder techniques, Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless.

As expected, both paths were difficult to master.

Moreover, it must have been because they realized he didn't use a sword often, so they specially chose a sword-based thunder technique for him.

After quickly flipping through the jade slip, he put it into his storage bag.

Then, our gaze fell upon the golden bird, which was the greatest gain from this battle.

The palms are open, and a crimson-gold radiance flows through them.

boom!
A ball of crimson-gold flames rose up, burning fiercely and enveloping the demon corpse.

The entire wreckage began to shrink and disappear at a visible rate.

Soon, only a golden blood-red mass remained, along with a gem that shimmered with lightning.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out the jade bottle, and with a wave of his hand, blood flowed into the bottle.

"The essence blood of a fourth-level Foundation Establishment Thunder Spirit must meet the requirements for body refining."

The young man nodded, a smile spreading across his face.

Only in this way can he be worthy of waiting for Lei Ling to break through before killing him.

As for the gem that sparkles with lightning, it should be the unique lightning core of the Thunder Spirit, which can be called a treasure of the Thunder Path and can enhance cultivation.

If combined with spiritual herbs for alchemy, the lightning core can be pushed to its limit.

Unfortunately, he did not have such conditions.

He stretched out his palm, grabbed the lightning core, and lowered his double pupils to examine it carefully.

After confirming several times that there was nothing else besides a strong thunderous aroma, he finally put it to his lips.

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his mouth, swallowed it in one gulp, and chewed slowly.

Click! Click! Click!

The teeth, like long knives, shattered the lightning core into dust.

Strands of golden lightning liquid appeared in his mouth, slid down his throat, and surged towards his dantian.

His mind trembled slightly, absorbing strands of golden lightning liquid.

At this moment, his cultivation level began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye.

As time passed, Zhang Yuanzhu became completely immersed in cultivation and no longer paid attention to the outside world.

Huo Lao began to control Huang Yuzhou.

Fourteen days passed, and Huang Yuzhou had already climbed the ancient cliff mountain, crossed the ninth pass, and reached the seventh pass.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu awoke from his meditation.

He looked inward at his dantian, sensing the rise of his magical power, and a smile appeared on his lips, filled with pleasure.

With the help of the Thunder Core, this half-month of cultivation was equivalent to three months of practice.

Unfortunately, the lightning core has been completely refined, and his cultivation will return to normal in the future.

Lost in thought, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

Crackling~
A bolt of lightning burst forth from his eyes, dazzling and blinding.

However, the lightning vanished in an instant, and his eyes returned to normal, clear in black and white, deep and eerie.

Next comes the tempering of the blood.

The essence and blood of the gray-blue thunder ox have been fully tempered; it is time to consume the essence and blood of the thunder beast once more.

He stretched out his palm, fingers spread, and drops of dark blood dripped from his fingertips.

These are all the useless essence blood of the Gray-Blue Thunder Bull after the tempering process is complete.

After all the useless essence and blood were expelled from his body, he grasped a jade bottle in front of him and sensed the fierce and evil energy within it.

Without hesitation, he swallowed it in one gulp.

boom!
In his mind, a monkey demon, hundreds of feet tall and crackling with crimson lightning, appeared.

roar~
With a roar, blood-red lightning erupted, blooming like a blood-red sun.

Fierce and ferocious!
Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged as the six-story pagoda standing in the center of his mind trembled slightly.

An invisible wave swept across all directions.

Blood thunder and monkey demon vanished in an instant, turning into ashes.

It was nothing more than the remnant soul and resentment of a monkey demon at the fifth level of Foundation Establishment, which could be crushed in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the resentment and yin energy within the blood essence swallowed into the mouth dissipated, leaving only the purest blood essence of the thunder beast.

These essences and blood flow to all parts of the body, constantly refining (not refining) the blood, allowing one's own blood and energy to rise and transform.

About an incense stick later, Zhang Yuanzhu adapted to the essence blood of the thunder beast, stood up, and walked out of the formation.

The surrounding formations dissipated, revealing Elder Huo standing at the bow of the ship.

The old man turned around, looked at the young man, and a gentle smile appeared on his face:
"Yuan Zhu has emerged from seclusion; it seems he has benefited greatly."

"His cultivation level has improved considerably."

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped to the old man's side and looked ahead. A vast and ancient city came into view.

"The seventh level?"

"After half a month of rapid travel, we have already arrived at the seventh pass. It won't be long before we can leave the border."

Huo Lao gazed at the magnificent ancient city, a hint of envy flashing in his eyes.

How wonderful it would be if the Zhuoyang lineage had a city like this.

"By the way, the Mountain Lord recently sent a message that Wuliang Palace suffered a great defeat in the final battle between humans and demons."

"They began to gather their resources, preparing to retreat to the ninth level."

Zhang Yuanzhu's arms hung naturally at his sides, his black hair fluttered, and his robes billowed in the wind.

"As expected, they've lost. All the hard work of the Thousand Tribulations Temple has gone down the drain. It's truly..."

The young man grinned.

"Great!"

(End of this chapter)