Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 331 My feelings, don't you understand, Senior Brother? (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the ground, gazing at the Taoist temple in the distance.

The next moment, it strode forward, unleashing a powerful and domineering aura.

It was like the sun shining brightly in the sky, or like thunder roaring.

He stepped inside and was already in front of the Taoist temple, his palm outstretched.

Crunch!

The rusty gate was wide open, revealing seven elderly men sitting cross-legged beneath a statue of a deity.

Five elderly men sat side by side, some indifferent, some calm, some kind.
They raised their heads slightly, gazing at the crimson figure that appeared at the threshold, sensing its overwhelmingly powerful aura.

Their expressions turned serious.

Foundation Building Level 4!
In just a few years, the youth have already crossed three realms.

Such a rate of growth is enough to make not only their adversaries tremble, but even their allies.

“Yuan Zhu, it has been three years since I last saw you, and you have already reached this state.”

"As expected of the seventh person in Immortal Soldier Valley, his talent is truly deserving."

The Lord of Canglei Mountain, sitting cross-legged in the middle, had a kind face. He waved his hand, and a storage bag floated out.

"All the reserves of lightning-struck wood and thundercloud grass within the Dharma lineage are here."

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and took the storage bag.

His spiritual sense swept over it, and he lightly tapped his forehead.

A thought.

Two streaks of light flew out from his arms and floated in front of the elders.

The young man stopped ten paces away from the group of elderly men, one arm resting on a long ruler, the other hanging naturally at his sides, and whispered:

"The fragments of Xuanqing Zhenren's sword are quite valuable materials for refining weapons, and they will serve as payment for this task."

Boom~
The seven Foundation Establishment cultivators stared blankly at the fragments before them.

It's not because of its precious value, but because of the significance it represents.

A Wuliang Palace True Person could be defeated or even injured. Is this the foundation of the Zhuoyang Daoist lineage?
Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged, his gaze level with Master Feng, his expression serious.
"Esteemed seniors, I have come here for two reasons: first, to acquire spiritual materials for body refinement, and second, for the alliance."

The young man's double pupils were as deep and unfathomable as he silently gazed at the higher-ups of the Azure Thunder Dharma Lineage.

These were originally things that Elder Huo had prepared, but now only he could do them, to give the Zhuoyang lineage more confidence.

"Outside the sect, wars rage on; within the sect, undercurrents surge."

"In this critical situation, if we can unite and advance and retreat together, we can surely ensure the orderly inheritance of our lineage."

A Taoist priest with gray hair and scars on his face had a furrowed brow.

"Is Fellow Daoist Zhang exaggerating? As far as I know, the demon race has been defeated, the human race has won, and the world is about to be at peace. How could there be any more turmoil?"

Old Master Feng's eyes were filled with thought, as if he had thought of something, and his expression gradually became serious:

"You mean the Boundless Palace!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, placing his arms flat on his knees.

"Within a hundred years, Wuliang Palace will be free from demonic scourges. Looking around, there will be only Jinguang Pavilion and Xianbing Valley."

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Zhang, are you joking?"

"In the past, Wuliang Palace was free from demonic troubles, yet it never launched a campaign against the sect. I believe it is due to the oppression of the various Dao lineages. You intend to drag my Cang Lei down with you."

boom!
As if the sky were collapsing and the earth were overturning, a surging, oppressive force pressed down.

The Taoist priest with the scars on his face was struck dumb, coughing up blood and collapsing.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes gleamed with a dark light, carrying a demonic aura capable of destroying everything, before he withdrew them from the scarred Taoist.

His gaze swept over the elders, and he uttered each word clearly:

“I am here on behalf of the Zhuoyang lineage to speak with the Lord of Canglei Mountain. You shall not interrupt.”

All the elders bowed their heads, their bodies trembling instinctively, unable to even refute.

Unstoppable! Unrivaled!

At that moment, they clearly and unmistakably sensed the youth's domineering power.

And the despair one faces as an adversary.

Feng Laodao did not stop him. Many elders of the Cang Lei lineage had always liked to contradict him and challenge the authority of the mountain lord. This was a good opportunity to suppress them.

Only when the young man turned his gaze towards him did the Lord of Canglei Mountain ask:
"Wuliang Palace will definitely attack Immortal Soldier Valley?"

"inevitable!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and then explained:

"Master Feng did not personally go to the front line, so he may not know the specific situation of this battle."

"The Chuyun, Lianshi, and Youming lineages suffered heavy losses, almost being wiped out. Two Ningsha True Persons perished in the Paper Dolls, including a peak Ningsha expert. The Sword Sect lineage also suffered significant losses."

"If we add to that the successive decline of Biluo, Shiling, and Qianguo over the past ten years, it can be said that this is the weakest moment in the history of Xianbing Valley in a thousand years."

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly recounted the story.

With each word spoken, the Lord of Canglei Mountain's expression grew increasingly grim.

By this calculation, the Immortal Soldier Valley has indeed suffered considerable losses over the past decade or so.
The old Taoist priest glanced at the young man with a strange look. Ninety percent of these forces that suffered heavy losses were sects that were hostile to the young man.

Call ~
The old Taoist priest exhaled a breath of stale air, tapped the ground lightly with his knuckles, and produced a sound like metal clashing.

After an unknown amount of time, the old Taoist priest, with a solemn expression, slowly exhaled:
"Can!"

"From this day forward, Zhuoyang and Canglei will advance and retreat together."

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was calm as he spoke softly:

"From this day forward, the two factions will advance and retreat together."

As the words fell, an invisible wave descended from the sky, swirled around the two of them, and then dissipated.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, carefully sensing the fluctuations, lost in thought.

With the two reaching an agreement, the oppressive atmosphere inside the Taoist temple eased.

Zhang Yuanzhu and Feng Laodao sat facing each other, exchanging ideas, sometimes discussing scriptures and doctrines, and sometimes supplementing the details of their cooperation.

Zhang Yuanzhu did not get up and leave until night fell.

For a time, only seven Elder Canglei remained in the Taoist temple.

At this moment, the old man with scars on his face, who had been silent all along, finally got up from the ground and growled at the Lord of Azure Thunder Mountain:

“Zhang Yuanzhu has gone too far, insulting us and disgracing our lineage, and you have turned a blind eye to it.”

"Is there even a trace of responsibility from the mountain lord?"

With an indifferent expression, Master Feng stood up, brushed the dust off his Taoist robe, and walked out of the Taoist temple.

The figure quickly disappeared, leaving only a barely audible whisper echoing through the Taoist temple.

"I am no match for him."

The sound was soft, yet it exploded in everyone's minds like thunder.

The remaining six elders looked at each other with disbelief in their eyes.

You should know that the old Taoist is a Foundation Establishment Level 8 cultivator, yet he claims that he is no match for him.

the other side.

Feng Ling took Zhang Yuanzhu and moved into a courtyard house.

The woman stood in the courtyard, surveying her surroundings, her red lips slightly parted.

"Brother Dao, please stay here for now. If you need anything, please feel free to call me."

"Thank you for your trouble, Senior Sister!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, saying it was just a temporary place to stay.

As for Big Yellow, it ran to the pond on the right side of the courtyard, jumped in, and began chasing the fish in the water.

"Goodbye, fellow Daoist."

Feng Ling glanced at Da Huang and chuckled softly.

He turned around and walked away, his figure quickly disappearing from sight.

For a moment, only Zhang Yuanzhu and Dahuang remained in the courtyard.

The young man's robes fluttered, and array plates and flags flew out, covering the surrounding area.

Soon, a defensive formation was set up.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked to the pool, sat cross-legged, took out a storage bag from his bosom, and flicked it lightly with his fingertips.

In an instant, two orbs of light flew out of the bag.

Within a ball of light, a charred wooden stake floats and sinks, with wisps of lightning coiling around its body, depicting both life and destruction.

There is also a silver flower entwined with lightning, gathering immense energy.

"Lightning-struck wood, thundercloud flower".

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, carefully examining the two spiritual objects.

In the next instant, he raised his arms and cast a spell.

Crackling sounds erupted as purple lightning struck the wooden stake with a deafening roar, instantly causing layers of charred metal to crumble into powder.

At the same time, the purple lightning tore the spirit flower apart, turning it into drops of silver liquid.

As the techniques changed, the two gradually drew closer and eventually merged into one.

It transformed into a black and white liquid, within which patterns and runes were created and then dissipated.

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his palms and made a gesture with his five fingers.

The medicine landed in his palm. After carefully examining it and confirming that it was correct, he swallowed it in one gulp.

Crackling~
In an instant, strands of silver lightning emerged from his body, dazzling and blinding.

The moment the medicine was swallowed, it surged into all the meridians, enveloping and continuously tempering the major tendons.

Zhang Yuanzhu carefully observed the progress of his body refining and the consumption of medicinal liquid.

After a night had passed, he had already made up his mind.

The spiritual herbs in the storage bag are enough to complete the tempering of the great tendons.

In the blink of an eye, the lightning around him dissipated, and Zhang Yuanzhu stood up.

"Let's go, Big Yellow."

"Wang~"

"Yes, Dao Master."

The man and the dog left the courtyard and headed towards the Taoist temple.

Before even getting close, I saw a hunched figure sitting cross-legged in front of the Taoist temple.

Zhang Yuanzhu, with Dahuang, stopped a hundred paces away from the old man.

Bow with hands clasped in greeting!
"Lord of Canglei Mountain, now that the matter between the two lineages has been resolved, it is time for this junior to depart."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Feng frowned slightly and looked up:
"But is there any inadequacy in our hospitality? We only arrived yesterday, and now we must leave."

"The Grand Elder has passed away, and the lineage needs me to take charge."

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his palm on the measuring ruler and began to explain.

"Fire Demon?"

The Lord of Canglei Mountain murmured, a sense of sorrow welling up in his heart.

He and Huo Lao were from the same generation, so when Huo Lao's life came to an end, how long could he hold on?

The old Taoist waved his hand.

"Let's go, let's go. If you need anything in the future, you can come to the Azure Thunder Sect."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

He turned around and led Big Yellow out of the valley.

After leaving the valley to a certain distance, a stream of light flew out from his arms, hovered in the sky, and transformed into a crimson warship.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaped onto the deck, stood there, scanned his surroundings, and a smile appeared on his lips.

It's a decent warship, but Huang Yuzhou is far inferior to it.

At this moment, Da Huang also rode the rainbow light, boarded the warship, and followed the young man to the bow.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked his sleeve, and spirit stones fell into the ditch one by one.

In an instant, a crimson light flashed, and the warship shot out across the sky.

Mountains, rivers, vegetation, and even the thunder that filled the sky constantly swept past the ship.

In less than an hour, they had left the Azure Thunder Dharma Vein and entered the sect's common area.

The warship sped forward, traversing the sky, not heading back towards the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage, but instead changing direction.

The Azure Heaven Dharma Lineage!

Since the decision has been made to unite, it is natural to seek as many allies as possible.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow of the ship, carefully studying a jade slip in his hand, while streaks of five-colored lightning flashed and converged around him.

He immersed himself in magical practice, comprehending the essence of thunder magic.

Three days passed before he finally put down the jade slip and dissipated the five-colored lightning.

The young man looked ahead and saw a mountain range stretching for tens of thousands of miles.

Ancient trees reach for the sky, streams flow clear, and the faint calls of birds and beasts can be heard. Compared to the Azure Thunder Dharma Lineage, it is gentler and less domineering.

A graceful figure dressed in a turquoise dress and a slender figure draped in a turquoise cloak stood before the mountains.

The woman was excited. She transformed into a rainbow of light and boarded the warship. She immediately saw the crimson shadow at the bow of the ship.

"Senior brother, you're back!"

Pinkie Pie landed opposite the young man, her beautiful eyes fixed on the person in front of her.

His red robe fluttered in the wind, his black hair cascaded over his shoulders, his face was sharply defined and resolute, and his tall, slender body exuded an aura of overwhelming power.

The youth remains unchanged, just as he did back then.

"Frontier campaigns are nothing more than a bit of tempering."

"It cannot stop me in the slightest."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled softly, his double pupils gentle.

Pinkie Pie opened her red lips, about to reply, when a voice came from behind her.

“Zhang Yuanzhu, the seventh member of the Immortal Soldier Valley, I often hear Qi’er mention you.”

A refined middle-aged man, draped in a turquoise cloak, boarded the warship at some point and stood behind the woman.

"Exceptionally gifted, possessing extraordinary talent, and with a fiercely independent character."

The middle-aged and young voices articulated how the outside world viewed young people.

There are good and bad aspects, some disdain and some admiration.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, took a step forward, and stood shoulder to shoulder with the woman.

A pair of eyes scrutinized the middle-aged man, a hint of surprise flashing deep within them.

Clenching fists in a gesture of respect:
"Uncle, it's been a long time."

"It has indeed been a long time since we last met."

The Lord of Biluo Mountain had a complicated expression. The two first met in the Qian Kingdom, when the man before him escorted his daughter for 100,000 miles and killed many bandits.

Initially, with his daughter's cover, he thought it was a disciple of the Golden Light Pavilion, but as time passed, he realized it was the work of a disciple of the sect.

"I already know the purpose of your visit."

The Lord of Biluo Mountain stood with his hands behind his back, his green robes fluttering.

"Unfortunately, the Azure Heaven lineage cannot form an alliance with the Blazing Sun."

"Father!"

Pinkie Pie gasped, her eyes filled with anxiety.

slap~
The young man reached out and patted the woman's shoulder with a sincere expression.

"That's how it should be. I'm the one who's bothered you, Mountain Lord."

She paused, then whispered:

"Hereby we celebrate in advance the mountain lord's ascent to the Ning Sha realm, his attainment of the rank of True Man, and his lifespan of five hundred years."

"It's good that you understand. The lineage is declining, and I am the only one supporting it. We cannot afford any more accidents."

The refined middle-aged man spoke, a hint of apology flashing across his face before turning into firmness.

Then, she looked at her daughter and whispered:
"Qi'er, from this day forward, the Biluo lineage will be sealed off, cutting off all external contact. For the next twenty years, it will not concern itself with external affairs."

It seemed like he was talking to a woman, but also like he was informing a young man.

As the words fell, the Lord of Biluo Mountain turned around and stepped off the warship.

"Qi'er, let's go!"

Pinkie Pie remained silent, watching the departing figure, then suddenly spoke:
"Father, you should go back first. I'll talk to my senior brother for a bit before I go back."

The Lord of Biluo Mountain paused slightly, then nodded and stepped into the mountain range.

The woman looked away and scanned her surroundings, spotting the dog demon lying at the young man's feet.

"Big Yellow, you go to the stern first."

At this moment, Da Huang stood up and looked at Bi Qi with a somewhat blank expression.

However, after the Daoist Master nodded, he did not hesitate and ran to the stern of the boat.

For a moment, only Zhang Yuanzhu and Biqi remained at the bow of the ship.

The woman gazed at the young man, her eyes filled with admiration and longing, as memories of the past flashed through her mind.

"It has been twelve years since we met in the Beast Taming Secret Realm. Senior Brother has been moving forward all the way, defeating all enemies, and has walked through blood and bones to reach this day."

"I believe in my senior brother. He will definitely reach the end of the Great Dao and surpass all cultivators throughout history."

"I am not talented enough to follow in my senior's footsteps, so I can only pray silently and offer my blessings."

(End of this chapter)