Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 328 Going Home (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped into the ruins, his palm reaching out, and streams of light drifted down from all directions of the earth.

Those were fragments, each carrying unparalleled sharpness. Despite the absence of any magical power flowing into them, they caused ripples in the surrounding space.

The young man lowered his gaze, looked at the five fragments in front of him, and shook his head helplessly.

Fairy Ye's sword strike was too powerful; True Man Xuanqing died and his Dao vanished, even his longsword shattered, leaving only fragments.

The young man gently gripped the blade in his palm, feeling the stinging pain from his fingertips, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

These fragments of the longsword ultimately came from the True Person Ning Sha, and they are worth collecting, both in terms of their material and the Dao and principles they embody.

With a wave of his hand, he collected the fragments into his storage bag.

Then, they took a step forward to see if there were any other gains.

Unfortunately, after searching, nothing else was found; all the spiritual objects had been destroyed.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped and looked around.

The next moment.

Boom~
Bolts of lightning appeared out of nowhere and struck in all directions.

The rocks crumbled into ashes, and all vital energy was rapidly extinguished in the lightning.

Once on the battlefield, all traces of battle and all signs of life have been erased.

The youth transformed into lightning and sped towards the Qian Kingdom.

Mountains, rivers, and jungles kept passing beneath me.

This time, Zhang Yuanzhu made no attempt to conceal himself, letting his aura emanate freely.

"It's Zhang Yuanzhu. Immediately send a message to the Master."

"Let us rely on the city walls to stop him for now."

"Block him!"

A border city of the Yan Kingdom was struck by a raging thunderbolt.

Long howls echoed through the sky.

Following closely behind were spells and magical artifacts that ripped through the sky and attacked.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was chilling as he slowly raised one arm.

Strands of lightning converged, and streams of blood and qi compressed and covered the area, causing the entire arm to burn with purple divine light.

"kill!"

The young man gave a low shout, and his figure shot out.

Trailing a tail of flames that stretched for miles, it slammed violently into the city wall.

In less than a breath, they had already crossed the city and stood on the ground behind it.

Everything was silent; heaven and earth seemed to freeze in this moment.

Until, that slender red shadow lowered its arm and rested on the long ruler.

Rumble! Ah!
A deafening roar, mixed with desperate cries, suddenly rang out.

Large numbers of cultivators turned into blood mist, and the entire city split open from the middle, slowly sliding down.

This attack ravaged a city spanning dozens of miles...

Collapse!

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, striding forward through the billowing dust, and left the State of Yan.

……

Less than two hundred miles into the Qian Kingdom, they found Elder Huo at the foot of a hill.

"Yuanzhu, it's good that you're alright." Huo Lao's face lit up with joy as he quickly stepped forward.

The young man looked somewhat helpless. The old man, clearly worried about him, did not leave but waited there.

"Senior, there is no need to worry. I am confident in everything I do."

Zhang Yuanzhu walked forward with his long ruler slung over his shoulder, his mind relaxed and no longer in a hurry.

Old Huo quickly caught up, and only after confirming that the young man had finished the task did he ask:
"Yuanzhu, you went there not long ago?"

"Assassinate Master Xuanqing!"

Zhang Yuanzhu gently stroked the measuring ruler with his five fingers, his voice calm and his expression unwavering.

But these mere six words struck Huo Lao like a thunderclap, shaking his very soul.

Huhuhu~
After taking several deep breaths to calm himself down, the old man's voice became hoarse:
"But it severely injured True Master Xuanqing."

In the old man's view, it was already quite incredible that a real person could be harmed through various means.

However, since Yuan Zhu has returned, he must have defeated Ning Sha Zhenren.

The young man paused slightly, then chuckled softly:
"Since it's an ambush, we must kill the enemy."

"Xuanqing, your soul returns to the Yellow Springs."

Ripples spread across Huo Lao's cloudy eyes, his emotions surging.

Much of my own weariness has dissipated.

The old man underestimated his own prodigy. No matter what methods he used, it was extremely rare to kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a Condensed Qi.

'Daoist lineage?'

'If Yuan Zhu doesn't die, he will surely be able to lead the Zhuoyang lineage to become a Dao lineage.'

Old Master Huo firmly believed this.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked leisurely alongside Huo Lao, passing through city after city.

The deeper the young man went into the Qian Kingdom, the more his brows furrowed.

Every celestial city he encountered was spreading the word that he was a treacherous demon and had slaughtered disciples of the Boundless Palace.

The young man stopped before the majestic city walls and suddenly spoke:
Which lineage is presiding over the Qian Kingdom?

Since he slaughtered the Zhao family in Lin'an, the Qian Kingdom has changed its ruler.

Upon hearing this, Elder Huo gazed at the city before him, his face hardening.

Along the way, the old man naturally saw the slander against his disciple in various cities.

Such widespread dissemination must have been fueled by someone behind the scenes.

"The Black Horn lineage has succeeded the Qian Kingdom."

The old man's voice was cold and stern.

Initially, the Zhuoyang lineage also wanted to succeed the Qian Kingdom, but it was rejected by the other lineages.

"The Blackhorn lineage?"

The young man was quite familiar with the lineage that replaced the Spirit Eater tradition.

Whether it is its mountain master Chen Guang or the lineage of Dharma transmission.

He took a deep look at the city, then sensed the increasingly decaying aura of the old man beside him.

The young man abandoned his plan to go to Lin'an City.

They strode forward, bypassed the city walls, and entered the Yuan Kingdom.

A day has passed!
Three days have passed!!
Eight days have passed!!!

Nine days have passed.
Two streaks of light streaked across the sky, like two great suns, shining so brightly they were almost blinding.

As they approached the mountain gate, the light faded, revealing two figures, one young and one old.

The young man was dressed in a red robe, with a tall and slender body, black hair cascading over his shoulders, and deep, vast eyes that captivated all who beheld him.

The old man had white hair and beard, a face full of wrinkles, and a weak and decaying aura.

At this moment, Elder Huo looked excitedly at the mountain gate and observed every plant and tree around him.

He is back!

Born here, raised here, all the memories of family and friends are here.

The old man landed on the ground, stepping forward and gradually approaching the mountain gate.

Sudden……

boom! boom! boom!
A powerful aura rose from inside the mountain gate.

One after another, figures soared into the sky, standing tall in the vast expanse of the heavens.

There was an old man in a golden robe, a demonic figure shrouded in black mist, a middle-aged man surrounded by sword energy, and a white-haired youth holding a beast... They looked down at the two figures on the ground.

The old man in the golden robe took a step forward, like a golden sun shining in the sky, his vast and domineering aura pressing down.

"Burning Sun Dharma Lineage, you collude with the demon race, murder your allies, and yet you dare to return to your sect."

With that single word, the two were convicted.

At this moment, the demonic figure shrouded in black mist also slowly stepped out:
"I'm afraid it's more than that. Fallen Demon Mountain is treacherous. Zhang Yuanzhu, did you really traverse tens of thousands of miles of demonic land, or...?"

The demonic figure uttered each word carefully:
"He betrayed his sect and joined the Puppet Sect."

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward, blocking Huo Lao's path, and looked up, scanning the various Daoist lineages without saying a word.

The world fell into silence, which grew increasingly oppressive as time passed.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man chuckled, breaking the oppressive atmosphere:
"You guys are really good at dealing with your own kind!"

"presumptuous!"

"Insanity!"

"This is how you talk to your elders."

A series of fierce shouts rang out, shaking the mountains and rivers, as if towering mountains were collapsing.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood straight, like a long sword drawn from its sheath, his five fingers gripping the long ruler tightly.
"They cower in their sects, not a single one of them is seen when they are fighting against foreign enemies, but when it comes to dealing with us, their returning disciples, they all jump out."

"Qian Kingdom was defeated, Ye Zhenchuan surrounded and attacked them, and facing Wuliang Palace, they all remained silent." He lowered his hand, smoothing the wrinkles in his robes, his eyes serious, and spoke softly:
"Gentlemen, you have probably been waiting here for a long time."

In an instant, some people's heads drooped, and some people's eyes flashed with shame.

The white-haired youth, cradling his tamed beast, gently stroked its fur.
"The Tai Ri and Paper Doll lineages have no ill intentions in caring about the sect, but young friend ultimately returned without informing the sect."

"If all practitioners are like you, young friend, does that mean that all lineages and paths can act on their own?"

Zhang Yuanzhu took out the Wuliang Palace jade token from his storage bag and threw it over.

"Wuliang Palace has allowed me to return. If you have any doubts, go and ask them. Do not block my way."

As the words drifted by, he had already taken a step and was walking towards the mountain gate.

The Daoist cultivators all wore grim expressions as they watched the crimson figure advance relentlessly, crossing the mountain gate and disappearing into the distance.

Suddenly, the figure in front paused slightly, and a soft whisper drifted over.

"With my talent, whether I join the Boundless Palace or the Puppet Sect, it will be much better than it is now, and I will become the most important successor."

"What are you all thinking?!"

Above the vast sky, figures were struck as if by lightning; such a simple truth is naturally known to all.

Therefore, after the young man returned from the Demonic Land, no cultivator believed that he had joined the Demonic Sect.

In places like the Demon Realm, where spiritual energy is scarce, only a fool would rebel.

However, the sect's prestige, the interests of the lineage, and many other things need to be weighed for the sake of the bigger picture, leading to compromises.

“Zhang Yuanzhu, after you return to the lineage, you may not leave without an order.”

The sword sect cultivator snorted.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless as he led Elder Huo swiftly toward the Dharma lineage.

This roadblock was more of a warning than a conviction or an ambush.

As for the so-called ban...

Ah!
The young people laughed.

The two transformed into rainbow light, moving at an extremely fast speed.

In just four days, they crossed mountains and rivers, entered the lineage, and arrived before the main lineage.

The majestic mountain rises straight into the clouds, covered by layers of array formations.

With the return of Zhang Yuanzhu and Huo Lao, the formation automatically opened a path.

Without hesitation, the two strode forward and reached the summit.

At this moment, the eight elders who remained to safeguard the lineage watched the two return with smiles on their faces.

"Yuanzhu, you're back."

"Elder Huo, something seems off about your energy?"

"How is the mountain lord? How are the disciples?"

……

A cacophony of noise arose, but neither Zhang Yuanzhu nor Elder Huo showed any impatience and answered each question.

The group stood on the mountaintop, exchanging ideas until nightfall.

The elders all wore expressions of sorrow.

They knew that two old friends had perished at the border, and given Huo Lao's health, he probably wouldn't last much longer.

Zhang Yuanzhu sighed softly.

Birth, aging, sickness, and death are beyond his control in the present moment.

We can only let our predecessors leave without regrets!

As the exchange concluded, he bid farewell to the many elders and headed towards the Dharma lineage treasury.

The essence blood of the White Bear Thunder Beast has been refined, and it's time to find new Thunder Beast essence blood to complete the final step of blood tempering.

Lost in thought, he arrived before the treasure vault and reached out his hand.

Crunch!

I pushed open the door, stepped inside, and glanced around.

He glanced at the pills, Qi-refining elixirs, and magical artifacts casually before continuing on his way.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped, gazing at the remains of a demonic beast wreathed in lightning before him:
"found it!"

This is a Thunder Serpent at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, its entire body a purplish-black color.

He had seen this thunder beast in the treasure vault long ago, but unexpectedly, several years had passed and it still hadn't been used.

With a flick of his sleeve, the young man caused the demon corpse to vanish.

Then, he left the treasure vault and headed towards his own cave dwelling.

The night was dark, and the bright moon had disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked slowly along the road. When he passed a flower garden, he looked at the flowers vying for attention and the dust-covered cave.

"You haven't come back yet?"

Qin Yuyao has been gone for two years and has not returned. No one knows where she is.

Everyone has their own path, and no matter how it ends, he has a clear conscience.

Lost in thought, I continued forward, crossing the crimson bamboo forest, and arrived at the cave dwelling.

The young man looked at the familiar stone gate, a smile appearing on his face.

He fought his way back alive.

Extend your palm and exert force with your five fingers.

Crunch!

The stone door was pushed open, revealing a simple room.

Apart from a meditation cushion, there was nothing else.

The young man stepped in, flicking his sleeves, and the dust on the ground dispersed.

He came to the meditation cushion and sat cross-legged.

A thought came to my mind.

The purplish-black corpse of a lightning serpent appeared before him.

The snake's body was enormous, almost filling the room, and a powerful aura emanated from it.

Zhang Yuanzhu extended his palm, flicked his fingertips, and a wisp of crimson-gold flame was generated, which floated down onto the snake corpse.

boom!
In an instant, flames engulfed the demon corpse, burning fiercely.

Flesh melted away, bones turned to ash, and the essence of the demonic serpent was extracted.

Hiss~
A sound like the hissing of snakes emanated from the flames, accompanied by flashes of lightning, attempting to resist the blazing inferno.

Ah!
A chuckle.

Thunder shattered, flames scorched the blood.

As time goes by, the blood is continuously refined.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
One hour!!!
The crimson-gold flames died down, and the enormous demon corpse vanished, leaving only a clump of deep purple blood floating in front of it.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he observed the blood-red liquid before him. Every drop of essence blood was crystal clear, as flawless as a gemstone.

"let's start."

The young man whispered, opened his mouth, and inhaled, swallowing the blood.

boom!
In his mind, a purplish-black lightning snake appeared, long and thick.

Streaks of purple lightning coiled around the beast's body, carrying an aura of dominance and violence.

hiss~
The lightning serpent roared to the sky, and rolling thunder surged forth like a raging sea, crashing towards the pagoda.

The seven-story glazed pagoda sits at the top of the sky, connecting heaven and earth, and exudes an aura that suppresses all wilderness.

It was just a slight tremor.

The sea of ​​thunder vanished, the thunder serpent cried out in anguish, and retreated at breakneck speed.

buzz~
The light flows across the tower.

In the next instant, it shot out like thousands of divine swords, piercing the snake's body in a flash.

Bang!
The Razer exploded, its remaining soul shattered.

At the same time, the resentment, lingering souls, and unwillingness that flowed into the blood essence throughout the body dissipated and transformed into the purest blood, beginning to refine the complexion of the entire body.

Once the blood tempering process was on track, Zhang Yuanzhu activated his internal organs, sensed the flow of the five thunderbolts, and perfected the Five-Colored Thunder Technique.

Five colors of lightning—red, yellow, blue, cyan, and gold—appeared around him, endlessly rotating.

He focused all his efforts on comprehending the teachings and refining his body, and his strength continued to rise.

In the blink of an eye, half a month has passed since I returned.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged, his black hair dancing wildly, his red robe fluttering, and wisps of purple-gold blood energy overflowing from his body.

Fiery and majestic.

He felt his own body; the purplish-gold blood, like compressed lightning, flowed through him, tempering his body with each flow.

Although slow, it was extremely determined.

"The fourth level of the Nine Tribulations Thunder Body has been successfully completed!"

The young man spoke softly, a smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)