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Chapter 325 Departure Assault, A Deadly Game (Two-in-One 6K)

Without the slightest hesitation, Dahuang leaped up and swallowed the scarlet herb.

Then it obediently lay down in front of the young man and began to refine it.

Zhang Yuanzhu calmly watched the dog demon, sensing its transformation.

Wisps of demonic energy rose up, and the skin turned pale yellow and hardened, like scales forming.

"The bloodline of the Qilin?"

The young man placed his arms flat on his knees, a knowing glint in his eyes.

Dahuang comes from the Beast Taming lineage, which possesses the Beast Taming Black Qilin, so it's perfectly normal for some mixed-blood demon beasts to appear there.

While lost in thought, on the deck, Big Yellow underwent a new change.

The scales that were about to take shape shed and turned back into dog fur. Even the dog's face, which resembled a Qilin, reverted to its original form.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked astonished, his spiritual sense sweeping over the rhubarb's body, carefully sensing the refining of the precious medicine.

He clearly sensed that all the medicinal power of the herbs used to refine the Qilin bloodline was intercepted by Dahuang and then injected into the unknown dog demon bloodline.

Therefore, the Qilin bloodline was discarded as mixed blood, while the dog demon bloodline became increasingly pure.

All these changes happened in an instant, beyond his expectations.

Although the unknown dog demon's bloodline is not bad, it is at most a Foundation Establishment level demon bloodline. How can it be compared with the Qilin?

"It's interesting."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

He respected Dahuang's decision and did not interfere.

They simply waited for the precious medicine to refine and stabilize before setting up an array to protect the rhubarb.

The young man turned his gaze to the last remaining Thunder Gathering Fruit, a precious medicine that could enhance cultivation. He extended his palm and lightly touched it with his five fingers, and lines of patterns formed, sealing the medicinal power.

Now is not the time to consume and refine it. Wait until you have finished cultivating in the environment of the herb garden and left the first level before refining it. Only in this way can you maximize your improvement in cultivation level.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the Thunder-Gathering Fruit.

The storage bag emitted rays of light, and one after another, the remains of thunder beasts appeared on the deck, with strands of lightning generating and flowing between the three corpses.

An extraordinary aura permeated the surroundings.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking down at the thunder beasts he had collected.

The two-horned horse demon, the one-horned thunder lizard, and the thunder rabbit are all relatively plump and full of flesh, from which essence can be extracted.

Lost in thought, he stretched out his hand and waved it gently.

boom!
Crimson-gold flames appeared out of nowhere, engulfing the corpses and burning continuously.

The skin melted away, the bones turned to ash, and traces of blood were extracted.

In less than half an hour, there were no corpses left in the crimson-gold flames, only three clumps of essence blood.

He took out the jade bottle and flicked it lightly with his fingertips.

The three clumps of essence blood flowed into the jade bottle like a stream.

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled and put the jade bottle away.

He then took out the jade slip containing the "Nine Falls of the Thunder Dragon" and began to read it.

For a moment, the Yellow Jade Flying Boat fell silent, without a single sound.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, night falls.

After reinforcing the array around the giant yellow dog, Zhang Yuanzhu's figure flashed and disappeared.

From then on, the young man devoted his days to studying magic and practicing constantly; at night, he would sneak into the herb garden to draw upon the spiritual energy and improve his cultivation.

Day after day, without ever slacking off.

Seven days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The bright moon hung in the sky, casting strands of silver light. Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow of the ship, watching the big yellow dog whose breathing was gradually becoming more active.

She's about to wake up.

He whispered that after seven days, the Demon-Companion Grass was finally refined.

As the words drifted by.

"Wang~"

A dog barked, and a bright yellow light shone from Big Yellow's body, causing layers of rocks to form and spread outwards.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked his finger, activating the formation and restricting the spread of the rocks.

As the dog barked, Da Huang got up and looked around blankly.

Upon seeing Zhang Yuanzhu, she instantly snapped out of her daze, ran joyfully to Chi Ying, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

A golden blood bead floated out.

The dog stretched out its paw and pushed forward as if presenting a treasure.

"Master, this blood bead is made of Qilin blood, which is very precious and will definitely be of help."

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his head, gazing at the golden blood droplets and the happy-looking Big Yellow.

He seemed to understand why Dahuang had gone to such lengths to refine the Demon-Companion Grass.

He stretched out his hand and gave the dog's head a good rub:

"The blood of the Qilin is not bad and it is useful to me, but you should not do such things in the future."

He reached out with his free hand, took the golden blood bead, and put it away.

The big yellow dog's face was full of excitement; it could finally help the Dao Lord.

Zhang Yuanzhu was already pondering who he could find to craft a tool for Dahuang using the blood of the Qilin.

suddenly~
Before the yellow jade boat, the vast city trembled.

Array patterns flickered, runes rose, and dazzling light illuminated the mountains and rivers, like the sun in full bloom, more splendid than the moon.

"Your jade tokens are genuine, please pass through."

With a hoarse voice, the blockade suddenly dissipated, and even the city gates opened wide.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand from the dog's head and placed it on the measuring ruler, gazing at the pass.

'I'm really looking forward to the methods you've prepared for me.'

He whispered in his mind.

Then, he spoke to the big yellow dog behind him:
"Go to the stern and join Old Man Huo. Leave the rest to me."

"Woof~, it's the Dao Master."

Big Yellow ran back to the stern of the boat.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out the Thunder Dragon Spirit Mirror from his storage bag and put it in his bosom, and also kept several talismans close to his body.

With a single thought, magical power bursts forth.

The yellow jade flying boat shot out, without passing through the city gate or taking a detour.

Instead, amidst incredulous gazes, they flew directly over the city wall, passing directly above the first pass.

Unrestrained and arrogant.

The young man lowered his gaze and saw two figures, one tall and one short, on the city wall, the countless Wuliang Palace cultivators inside the city, and the array formations that covered every corner.

"What a courage!"

A powerful figure looked up at the sky, his eyes cold.

Since the first gate was forged, countless beings have come and gone over the long years, yet only a few great figures have dared to fly over the city.

"An ant, is this a provocation before its death?"

Two figures, one tall and one short, stood on the city wall, their expressions fierce.

Whether it was mockery or murderous intent, Huang Yuzhou charged forward relentlessly, disappearing into the distance.

As time passed, the airship completely left the first pass and entered a desolate area.

The earth was dark red, the mountains were steep, and the sky was gloomy, except for a flying boat that radiated light, dazzling and eye-catching.

Hehe~hehe~
A chilling laugh echoed from above and below.

Waves of yin energy rose rapidly, spreading across the mountains and rivers, obscuring the sky, and blurring the view.

One by one, vengeful spirits and evil ghosts appeared and disappeared in the yin energy, greedily staring at Huang Yuzhou.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, sensing the atmosphere in the air.

He had sensed this kind of aura before, both at the border and in the Beast Taming Secret Realm.

"The Netherworld Lineage!"

He was not familiar with this lineage, but he knew that it was proficient in refining Yin spirits and vengeful spirits, and was closely related to the paper doll lineage.

Unexpectedly, they met again, and this time they were the assassins.

With a single step, the Thunder Dragon Spirit Mirror flew out from his bosom, hovering above his head and unleashing dazzling lightning.

It was as if a purple sun had risen, unleashing bolts of lightning that cleansed the sky.

The yin energy dissipated, the resentment vanished, and the ghosts turned to ashes.

The overwhelming power of Heaven is too great to behold!
"You are courting death by intercepting and killing your fellow disciples."

The young man let out a long roar, and the spiritual mirror above his head trembled slightly.

A beam of light crackling with lightning burst forth, traversing the sky and hurtling towards a mountain.

Boom~
Mountains and rivers, along with dozens of miles of land, crumbled inch by inch under the thunder, turning into dust.

Explosive and tyrannical.

"A good decision, a thunderous one, but it's a pity your cultivation level is too weak."

A hoarse voice came from the center of the thunder.

Three figures clad in black robes and shrouded in black mist stepped out, their lightning dimming with each step.

After a hundred paces, the thunder, as if a divine punishment, vanished completely.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow of the ship, his double pupils deep and unfathomable, easily piercing through the black mist to see three aged faces and sense the enemy's level of cultivation.

The Lord of Youming Mountain is at the peak of Foundation Establishment, and the two elders of the Youming Dao Clan are at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment.

“I thought the Paper Doll Daoist lineage would come, but I didn’t expect it would only be the three of you.”

The young man, dressed in a red robe, had his black hair fluttering in the wind, and a composed expression on his face.

He had already surveyed the surrounding mountains and rivers, and indeed there were only three people in front of him. Was this the assassination plotted over a month?

Ah!
You're useless! You can't even kill someone!

"You're just a junior at the third level of Foundation Establishment; killing you wouldn't be difficult."

The Lord of Netherworld Mountain stood between the three, his eyes cold and menacing. He should have been present in person to carry out this attack on the paper doll.

Unfortunately, the Paper Doll lineage was being closely watched by the Sword Sect and was unable to leave the Ninth Level without permission.

However, even with only the Netherworld Dharma Lineage, it is still possible to suppress prodigies and eliminate this great threat to the sect!
The three men in black robes stepped forward simultaneously and attacked together.

Wisps of yin energy emerged from his body, and ghosts, evil spirits, and vengeful ghosts appeared from the black mist, spreading and expanding in all directions.

Ten miles!

Eighty li!

One hundred and thirty li!!!

The black fog obscured the sky and sun, making all living beings feel as if they had fallen into hell.

A chilling wind howled, and the cries of ghosts and wolves echoed endlessly.

"kill!"

The three members of the Netherworld lineage roared to the sky, causing the black mist to tremble and the ghosts to fall silent.

Then, as if possessed, it surged toward the center of the black mist, and an indescribable, twisted monster quickly took shape.

The Lord of Netherworld Mountain and the two elders were now attacking with all their might, holding nothing back.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes became more serious, and he lowered his hand, grabbing the white bone bead at his waist.

A gentle toss!
The white bone bead expanded rapidly, and in just a few breaths it transformed into a gigantic skeleton with its feet treading on mountains and rivers and its body plunging into black mist.

The skeleton demon's bones were like jade, and its corpse energy circulated. Its most important left arm was covered with dense array patterns and symbols, unlike the rest of its body.

The young man gazed at the sky, where countless vengeful spirits and ghosts had gathered to form a monster. His expression was cold and stern as he revealed his trump card.

The combination of artifact formation, the application of the Condensing Evil True Man's left arm, and the [Special Feature] Explosive Rendering—all three methods were applied to the White Bone Corpse Demon's left arm.

roar~
The Bone Demon roared to the sky, its entire left arm glowing, with countless patterns intertwining and forming burning chains.

kill!

He raised his arm and struck out with a thunderous roar.

His entire arm swelled in the wind, like a pillar spanning heaven and earth, pushing aside the black mist, extinguishing the ghosts and monsters, and pressing down on the three figures in black robes.

Extremely domineering and tyrannical.

"This strike is enough to reach the Condensation Realm."

"Use the talismans! Use the talismans immediately!"

"Retreat, go!"

With desperate roars, grabbing their trump cards, and fleeing in panic, the three Foundation Establishment cultivators made different choices in an instant.

The skeletal hand crashed down with tremendous speed, ruthlessness, and precision.

Rumble~
The air howled and the spiritual energy twisted, then was squeezed by the overwhelming power, turning into rolling waves of energy that swept across the eight directions.

The mountains and rivers were reduced to ashes for hundreds of miles, and only a deafening roar filled the air. After an unknown amount of time, the roar subsided, and the shockwave dissipated.

An old man with a wrinkled face and wearing a tattered robe leaned against the rubble, panting heavily.

Strands of blood flowed down his body, staining the ground beneath his feet.

"I survived!"

The Lord of the Netherworld Mountain muttered to himself, his horror fading and replaced by murderous intent.

"Junior brothers, you are all dead."

He stretched out his palm, fingers spread, and a jet-black talisman appeared in his palm.

The old man looked at the killing move given to him by the paper-figure Daoist Master before his departure, and his heart was filled with regret.

He underestimated that junior; he should have directly used the Qi-condensing talisman instead of doing it himself.

It's not too late now, there's still a way to remedy the situation.
Stab!
A bolt of lightning flashed across his arm, blood splattered, and his arm flew off.

Before the severed arm even hit the ground, a fair hand had already taken the talisman from its palm.

Zhang Yuanzhu, with a spiritual mirror above his head, stood amidst the ruins, his five fingers rubbing together a jet-black talisman, his head slightly raised:

"The Qi-condensing talisman is a fine treasure."

"But it still can't kill me!"

The young man was relaxed, and lines appeared on his fingertips, sealing the talisman.

He casually put the talisman away.

He stared directly at the Lord of the Netherworld Mountain and stomped down.

His severed arm exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

kill!

With a spiritual mirror above his head and his body transforming into lightning, he burst forth with a thunderous roar.

A piercing sonic boom, mixed with purple lightning, stretched a long, narrow ripple through space, hurtling towards the old man.

"Thief, die!"

The Lord of the Netherworld Mountain roared, causing his nine-layered spiritual platform to tremble violently. His magical power surged out wildly, transforming into black mist, which, along with the swing of his single arm, struck towards the heavens.

The lightning and the black mist crossed the sky in an instant and collided.

Sizzle~ Boom~
The black mist tore apart, and lightning struck downwards, sweeping out its single arm and slamming into his chest.

Skin ripped open, muscles torn, bones severed, a thunderous hand almost grasping at the heart.

Ah ~
The Lord of the Netherworld Mountain struggled desperately, and wisps of resentment and yin energy emerged from his flesh and blood, blocking the thunder.

At the same time, the hunched figure retreated several miles.

Huhu~
The old man was panting heavily; he was so close, so very close, to dying.

His own injuries were too severe, and the talisman had been taken away, so he was simply no match for that junior.

The Lord of Netherworld Mountain is considering retreating!
Zhang Yuanzhu stared expressionlessly at the old man, his body crackling with increasingly violent lightning, which intertwined and converged, transforming into bolts of lightning.

These lifelike thunder dragons, exuding a noble aura, coiled around his body, making him appear heroic and majestic.

"You old pig and dog, today I will send you to the Yellow Springs."

The young man shouted, his voice shaking the heavens.

Lean forward and kill!

Thunder dragon roared, spirit mirror shone brightly, blood and energy mixed with magic power, turning into waves that surged down.

Two figures engaged in a fierce battle within a small space.

The roaring sound continued incessantly.

The powerful energy compressed the earth, and streaks of black mist and lightning scattered, leaving behind ravines stretching for miles.

In less than nine breaths, a fist carrying thunder pierced through the opponent's chest, shattering his internal organs and tearing his mangled body apart.

It completely extinguished the enemy's chances of survival.

"it's over!"

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his fist clenched, looking down at the blood-stained ground.

The Lord of Youming Mountain, one of the Thirty-Six Lineages, perished here.

They brought this upon themselves; it's no different from what they say.

Next, clean up the battlefield and leave immediately.

He raised his palm, put away the Thunder Dragon Spirit Mirror above his head, and strode towards the center of the battlefield.

Finally, he stopped in front of a pile of rubble.

He reached out his palm and gently beckoned, and half a bone bead floated out and landed in his palm.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped his five fingers to sense the inside of the bone bead, then shook his head.

This corpse is ruined and has no value whatsoever.

It's time to leave!
Just as Zhang Yuanzhu was about to transform into a rainbow of light and board the jade boat, his body suddenly stopped, and his eyes turned to the west.

A gaunt old man emerged from the horizon. He had long, gray hair and was rather short, yet he exuded an extremely powerful aura.

Although his cultivation level was comparable to that of the deceased Lord of Netherworld Mountain, both being at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, the difference in his aura was too great.

'Zhao Wujie!'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

The previous divine son of the Thousand Tribulations Temple, a hero who won the battle between humans and demons, has appeared here, and his goal is self-evident.

The talisman in his arms shimmered, and strands of starlight bloomed.

He waited quietly for the other person to approach.

slap~
The old man stopped dozens of miles away, sensing the battlefield's energy, the three dissipating life energies, and the youth with perfect spirit and vitality.

Zhao Wujie gave Chi Ying a deep look.

He turned and left without uttering a single unnecessary word.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and dark, like two black holes swirling around, terrifying and gloomy.

Without uttering a word, he leaped up and boarded the flying boat.

On the deck, the three disciples of Jin Guang Ge were pale-faced, with Da Huang and Huo Lao occupying their sides, creating a tense atmosphere.

The tense atmosphere eased somewhat only after Zhang Yuanzhu appeared.

The young man glanced at the flying boat and lightly stomped his foot.

The jade boat revealed patterns as it shot out, hurtling eastward and heading far away from the border.

At this moment, Huo Lao and Da Huang quickly stepped forward.

"Yuan Zhu, it was the Netherworld lineage that attacked just now." Old Huo's face showed anger, and his hands clenched tightly.

There had never been any enmity between the two sects, yet today the other side suddenly attacked and killed their own prodigy disciple.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arm on the long ruler, maneuvering the flying boat as he spoke:
"A mountain lord at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment, and two elders at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment—this should represent the majority of the Netherworld lineage's power."

"It's not worth risking your life for the so-called Paper Doll Dao Lineage instructions."

His voice was calm, and it only rang out between the two people and the dog.

The Netherworld Dharma Lineage's actions were strange, reminding him of some of the conversations Qin Li and Ye Jinxian had during his Qi cultivation.

"The Immortal Valley is a dead end; I cannot make a move. You must finish it for me."

"Given the current situation, many sects are making preparations, so please be cautious, fellow Daoist."

"hehe!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

Things are getting more and more interesting. Among the Netherworld Dharma Lineages, which pawns, or rather, among the Thirty-Six Dharma Lineages and Seven Great Dao Lineages, how many are loyal to the sect?

Ye Jinxian did indeed leave him with a mess.

After an unknown amount of time, the laughter stopped.

The young man's gaze swept over Old Man Huo and Big Yellow, and he slowly exhaled:
"I am still here, and my journey home will be worry-free. A few underhanded tricks are not worth mentioning."

"Yuanzhu, be careful on your journey."

Elder Huo nodded, then looked at the three disciples of the Golden Light Pavilion on the deck:
"During the fight just now, we managed to gather some information that the enemy heard. Did they?"

A murderous intent flashed across the old man's face.

The scandals of the sect should be kept out of the public eye as much as possible.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head:
"It's just a small matter, no need to make a fuss."

"The journey was rather uneven, which frightened my fellow disciples."

Huo Lao looked helpless and ultimately said nothing.

The old man stood beside the young man, looking down at the magnificent landscape.

Big Yellow lay sprawled at the young man's feet, rubbing its head against his robes, its beastly eyes gazing at the passing clouds.

Ta-ta-ta~
Footsteps came from behind, and three disciples dressed in golden robes arrived at the bow of the boat.

Bow with hands clasped in greeting!
"Senior brother, our schedules are different after this, so the three of us have come to say goodbye."

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a respectful demeanor, but there was unease in his eyes.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the distant mountains and rivers, his red robe fluttering in the wind, his black hair dancing wildly in the breeze.

"Since our plans are different, the three junior brothers may proceed on their own."

"Yes, senior brother!"

The three bowed in unison and quickly left.

Three golden beams flew out from the yellow jade boat and headed northeast.

Woof woof~
Big Yellow growled, its voice laced with dissatisfaction.

The Dao Lord clearly had no intention of harming anyone, yet the other party still acted this way.

The young man patted the dog's head with his palm.

The two men and the dog stood at the bow of the boat, enjoying the gentle breeze.

After an unknown amount of time, Elder Huo departed to cultivate, slowing down the dissipation of his vital energy.

Zhang Yuanzhu also began to take stock of the gains and losses of this battle.

The White Bone Corpse Demon trump card was used up, but a Condensation Realm talisman was gained in return.

Unfortunately, during his battle with the Lord of the Netherworld Mountain, the latter destroyed his storage bag before dying, causing him to miss out on a reward.

As he pondered, he stretched out his palm, his five fingers spread wide, and a radiant light shone forth, revealing a jet-black talisman floating in his palm.

He observed it carefully and sighed softly:
"The talismans drawn by the Paper Doll Peak of the Puppet Sect are not so much similar as to be identical."

"Did those ancestors of Immortal Soldier Valley really have such detailed knowledge of the Puppet Sect's inheritance that they seized back then?"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless, but he had already made a judgment in his heart.

He then put away the talisman containing the evil spirits, sat cross-legged, and began to recall the battle he had fought not long ago, summarizing his gains and losses, and reflecting on the application of magic.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
One hour!!!
An hour and a half later, he finished his comprehension and took out a precious herb shaped like a flower from his bosom.

The flowers are snow-white, and wisps of silver mist surround them, creating a scene of purity and tranquility.

"My spiritual sense is stable; it's time to break through."

Zhang Yuanzhu muttered to himself.

Now that we are in enemy territory, we must do everything we can to increase our strength and seize every opportunity.

He reached out, grasped the precious medicine, and swallowed it directly.

In an instant, wisps of silver mist formed in his mind, covering the pagoda and nourishing his spiritual consciousness.

As the silver mist appeared, the pagoda trembled slightly, absorbing it with all its might.

Every minute, every second passed, and the radiance flowing across the tower grew ever more dazzling and splendid.

Suddenly, the pagoda fell silent, then trembled violently, and the surrounding silver mist surged and rapidly converged towards the pagoda.

In that instant, the seventh floor of the tower gradually emerged, as the last wisp of silver mist disappeared.

Boom~
The pagoda rose one level and transformed into a seven-story glazed pagoda.

In an instant, his spiritual awareness increased rapidly, his mind became clearer, and his previous doubts were answered.

His understanding of cultivation and magic is constantly increasing.

He raised his palm, his fingertips shifted, and bursts of lightning erupted.

Roar roar~
A series of dragon roars resounded, and purple lightning dragons appeared in the palm of the hand.

Nine purple dragons frolicked, circled, and swam among each other.

"The Nine Fallen Thunder Dragons are now complete!"

Zhang Yuanzhu laughed loudly.

After months of practice, the second thunder technique had finally reached a point where further progress was impossible.

The next step is to combine the Tai Xu Lei Que Technique and the Lei Long Jiu Yun Technique to initially transform them into a killing technique.

Of course, the new thunder magic practice cannot be delayed.

Various thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanzhu's mind as he quickly planned his next steps in cultivation.

(End of this chapter)