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Chapter 333 The Immortal Soldier Valley Discusses (4000 words)

"I need time to become stronger!"

Zhang Yuanzhu, with his deep gaze, steered the warship slowly into the main vein.

He leaped from the warship atop the mountain and strode towards the weapon-refining pavilion.

The demon pet pouch at his waist trembled slightly, and a yellow shadow darted out, following the young man's steps forward.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two had already arrived in front of the pavilion.

At that moment, a thin figure stood at the threshold, and upon seeing the person who had arrived, immediately stepped forward.

Bow with hands clasped in greeting!
"Disciple greets Senior. Elder Gong is waiting. Please follow me."

"Okay, lead the way."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

He did not use his spiritual sense to scan the pavilion, but instead, led by his disciple, walked towards the courtyard behind the pavilion.

The two people and the dog moved extremely fast and soon arrived at the courtyard.

Boom! Clang clang~
Before they even got too close, a series of booming sounds and the clanging of metal echoed from inside the courtyard.

The thin disciple bowed and pointed ahead.

“Senior, this is a forbidden area of ​​the Weapon Refining Pavilion, and we are not allowed to enter. This disciple will leave for the time being.”

"Go ahead, please lead the way, junior brother."

The young man waved his hand, signaling the other party to leave.

After the disciple who had led the way left, he strode forward and entered the courtyard.

boom!
A wave of heat swept in, causing robes to flutter wildly.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked calmly at the center of the courtyard.

A burly man with his upper body bare was walking around the bronze cauldron.

With each step taken, a spell was cast, causing the bronze cauldron to tremble violently and emit a booming sound.

This posture doesn't resemble weapon forging; rather, it looks like fighting an enemy.

Zhang Yuanzhu, with Dahuang by his side, stood in front of the door observing without disturbing the elder.

After an unknown amount of time, Elder Gong stopped, and the bronze cauldron returned to its calm state.

The burly man turned to the side, looking somewhat apologetically at the man and dog:
"At the critical moment of weapon forging, I cannot personally receive the guests; I can only have my disciples do it on my behalf."

"It's nothing, Elder, there's no need to worry about it."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled, stepped forward, approached the bronze cauldron, and examined it closely.

"Elder, how is the forging of the spiritual artifact progressing?"

"Fortunately, the mission has been fulfilled!"

The big man laughed loudly and pointed to the stone chair next to him.

“Come on, let’s sit down and talk.”

"it is good."

They took a step forward and sat facing each other.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked his sleeves, and streaks of light fell onto the stone table. The light dissipated and transformed into various spiritual fruits.

"These spiritual fruits come from Fallen Demon Mountain. They have a unique flavor. Elder, you may wish to try them."

The young man pointed to the spiritual fruit on the table.

The big man looked on with curiosity; things from Fallen Demon Mountain were indeed rare in Immortal Soldier Valley.

He reached out, picked up the spirit fruit, took a bite, savored the sweetness in his mouth, and nodded slightly.

“The taste is okay.”

Immediately, he waved his hand, and a ball of light floated out, hovering above the stone table.

It was a bronze bell, its body engraved with various patterns, exuding a sense of weight, like a mountain looming in front of you.

"This is the embryo."

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, grasped the bronze bell, and lightly touched it with his five fingers.

With each fingertip that falls, the deep, resonant sound of the bell is transmitted.

The young man smiled slightly and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, the bronze bell was placed in front of Da Huang.

"The embryo is quite good, thank you, Elder."

Without hesitation, Dahuang grasped the bronze bell with one paw, its beastly eyes filled with respect:

"Thank you, senior, for casting the blank."

"There's no need for that. You are Yuanzhu's demon pet, and naturally you are also a disciple of the Dao lineage."

The burly man waved his hand dismissively.

"The embryonic body is not easy to nurture; the slightest mistake will leave indelible hidden damage."

"Even if this artifact is infused with your own Qilin blood, it will not be an exception."

The big yellow dog gripped the vessel tightly with its paws, its eyes resolute.

"Woof~, the Dao Lord said I can nurture the embryo, so I definitely can, and I will never fail."

The next moment, the dog's paw gripped the bronze bell and headed towards its abdomen.

slap~
A hand suddenly slapped the dog's head, interrupting Big Yellow's actions.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face showed helplessness.

"Too urgent!"

"The embryonic vessel has only just been obtained. After getting used to it for a while, it will be placed in the dantian for nurturing."

"Wang Wang~"

Big Yellow sheep sheepishly put away the bronze bell, its head drooping as it lay on the ground. It had indeed acted impulsively just now.

"Master, I was wrong."

Elder Gong looked at the man and dog with a gentle expression, picked up a spiritual fruit, and savored it carefully.

"The embryo has been delivered and cannot remain nameless. Da Huang, you should come up with a name for it."

The dog demon glanced at its master, wanting to ask a question.

However, after having its head rubbed hard a few times, it realized that it had to make its own decision.

After a moment, Big Yellow spoke:
"Houyue Bell!"

"Like the earth, it is profound and all-encompassing; like the mountains, it is majestic and enduring."

"not bad!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, approving of the name.

He then turned his gaze to the burly man, stretched out his hand, and pointed to the bronze cauldron in the center of the courtyard.

"Elder, I wonder if my magical artifact has been successfully forged?"

"It has been completed, however..."

An awkward smile flashed across Elder Gong's face as he spoke:
“Yuan Zhu, the spiritual materials you provided were too messy and mixed. Even after being refined, some unexpected things still happened.”

"Did the casting fail?"

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, then relaxed and spoke:
"It's just a magical artifact; if it fails, then forget it."

“Yuan Zhu, you’re overthinking it. There was no failure, but the lightning attribute is a bit mixed up.”

The burly man looked bitter.

This time, he originally intended to use fragments as the main material and various spiritual materials as supplementary materials to forge a spiritual weapon.

Unexpectedly, due to limited skills, the result was a hodgepodge.

He reached out and waved his hand at the bronze cauldron.

Boom!

Five colors of light—green, gold, red, blue, and yellow—rose from the cauldron.

The cauldron trembled slightly and slowly released a bead the size of a palm.

The bead is bright all over, surrounded by lightning, and contains five colors, exuding extraordinary power.

"This bead contains the five elements of thunder. Only when all five colors of thunder are released together can it unleash its strongest power. A single type of thunder is somewhat weak."

Elder Gong sighed softly, "There are too few cultivators of the Five Elements Thunder."

As far as he knew, his prodigy's cultivation technique was the "Record of Purple Lightning and Green Frost," which had absolutely nothing to do with the Five Elements of Thunder.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were unreadable as he glanced at the burly man out of the corner of his eye.

He never mentioned his own thunder magic to the other party.

In that case, it was quite a coincidence.

"It's alright, this magical artifact is just right for me."

He raised his arm and opened his palm. Five colors of lightning—green, gold, red, blue, and yellow—emerged from his fingertips, intertwining and dazzlingly bright.

In the next instant, the bead floated down into the palm of the hand.

Clasp your fingers together, play with them carefully, and feel the tingling sensation coming from your fingertips.

A smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face.

Indeed, it is a mid-grade spiritual weapon.

The burly man remained silent, gazing at the young man's hand holding the bead, sensing the terrifying power erupting as the five-colored lightning swirled within it.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"It's good that it works; at least the spiritual materials weren't wasted."

"By the way, Yuan Zhu, you have no idea what to do with the nameless spiritual artifact."

Zhang Yuanzhu's spiritual platform trembled, and his magical power surged forth, flowing towards the bead to refine it.

His gaze fell, carefully examining the beads, and he murmured:
"Five Thunder Pearls!"

"It contains five-colored lightning, which is quite fitting."

The burly man picked up the spiritual fruit and swallowed it in one gulp, indicating his agreement. Zhang Yuanzhu continued refining the spiritual weapon while conversing with the elders.

Suddenly, he frowned, stood up, and looked towards the palace on the mountaintop.

"Elder, I have something to attend to today, so I must take my leave."

At this moment, Elder Gong also stood up, noticing the young man's solemn expression, and immediately responded:

"Alright, let's talk again at the Weapon Refining Pavilion when we have time."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, gripping the Five Thunder Pearl tightly in one hand and grabbing Big Yellow's neck with the other.

Crackling!

Transforming into lightning, it hurtled upwards.

In the blink of an eye, they had traversed the sky and landed in front of the palace.

A thought came to my mind.

Crunch!

The doors opened automatically, revealing a crimson corridor.

Stepping inside and moving forward, the familiar hall came into view.

The main hall is solemn, with prayer cushions hanging high atop the ninety-nine steps.

This place was where the Zhuoyang Daoist lineage discussed important matters. Fourteen Foundation Establishment cultivators once sat on either side, while the Ningsha True Person sat high on a stone platform.

Now, inside the main hall, only the young man remains; many of his old friends have passed away like fallen leaves in the wind.

His double pupils were deep and unfathomable. He gazed at the high platform and saw the constantly flashing patterns on it.

Recalling what Elder Huo had said before his death.

These patterns, inscribed with special spiritual materials, have no offensive or defensive power.

It has only one special function—projection and conversation.

It is the formation that is used to quickly convene the lineages of Dharma and Dao to discuss matters after a major event occurs in the sect, and it has not been used for hundreds of years.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression turned solemn. He stopped thinking about it and stepped into the main hall.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the air.

A figure in crimson ascended the steps, entered the high platform, and sat down on a prayer mat.

Release your left palm and place the rhubarb aside.

He stretched out his free hand, gently stroking the lines, and a wisp of magical power surged forth.

boom!
In an instant, the field of vision shifted, and various lights flashed across the eyes.

Finally, it froze in the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze and saw his own illusory body, as well as the golden light beneath him that resembled the surface of a lake.

Within this radiance, he vaguely saw a long golden dragon swimming within it.

Dao artifact?

Zhang Yuanzhu made a guess in his mind, but he couldn't sense it clearly and couldn't be sure.

He then looked up and scanned his surroundings.

Before him sat seven blurry figures, each emanating a different aura.

He was both a celestial being and a demon, extremely powerful.

Beside him, only two people sat cross-legged. One was dressed in a Taoist robe, with gray hair flowing down his shoulders and deep eyes that seemed to flow with Tao and reason.

A figure dressed in white robes, wearing a jade crown, and carrying a long sword, exuding an aura of power.

'A thousand laws, Cangwu.'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself, "This is a lineage that is as prestigious as Zhuoyang's."

Looking behind, a series of figures came into view, a total of thirty-two people.

Each person represents a lineage, representing a family's lineage of condensing evil.

No one spoke first; all the figures waited quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the seven figures seated at the very front, with the one in the middle, slowly spoke:
“Apart from the Corpse Refining lineage, all thirty-five Dharma lineages and seven Great Dao lineages have arrived here.”

Let's begin the discussion!

As the words fell, a deep voice came from among the seven members of the Dao lineage.

"First suggestion: Since the Corpse Refining lineage has been destroyed, it is necessary to select a suitable lineage to join a sect as soon as possible."

"How about the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce?"

"They hoped to establish a new lineage within the sect."

The middle-aged man, draped in a white cloud-patterned robe, spoke, but his gaze remained fixed on the crimson figure ahead.

"I've heard that something big has happened at Fallen Demon Mountain recently. The Puppet Sect has been carrying out massacres, and many sects have fled north to Zhenmo Pass. Perhaps we could recruit a few sects to join our sect."

Beside Zhang Yuanzhu, a Taoist from the Thousand Laws lineage interjected, offering a suggestion.

In a short time, many lineages spoke out and introduced many doctrines.

The young man remained silent, listening intently, his lips twitching involuntarily.

Today he has broadened his horizons, seeing demonic paths, Buddhism, and even the so-called defecting temple of Wuliang Palace.

Would you dare to accept these?

Zhang Yuanzhu looked curiously at the Daoist representative in front of him.

After an incense stick had burned, the clamor subsided into silence, and the being seated in the center of the Dao lineage made its decision:
"Contact the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce and have them come."

The voice was calm, yet undeniable.

"Yes!"

All the lineages responded in unison, and no one objected.

"Senior, is the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce alone not enough?"

A voice rang out, drawing the attention of all the cultivators.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arms on his knees, his eyes deep and unfathomable, facing the seven figures directly:
"With Chu Yun and the Lord of Youming Mountain perishing at the border, most of the foundation of their lineage has been exhausted. Is there any need for them to continue? Perhaps they should be kicked out of the sect and a new lineage should be chosen."

"presumptuous!"

"Arrogant brat!!"

Low shouts came from all directions.

The figure seated at the very front right removed his disguise, revealing a golden robe and a cold expression.

"What are your intentions, junior? Chu Yun and You Ming suffered heavy losses in the war for the sect, yet now you want to kick them while they're down."

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained indifferent, showing no change whatsoever, and he spoke:
"Use the useful and discard the useless. This was the way we used to eat spirits. Why can't we do the same for the two lineages today?"

"How could a sharp-tongued junior understand the grand scheme of the sect?"

Tai Ri Dao Mai represents a cold laugh.

"We need to weather this crisis together, not act out of selfishness."

"The matter of the Dharma lineage ends here."

The being sitting in the middle of the Dao vein spoke, stopping Zhang Yuanzhu and Tai Ri from arguing.

"Second discussion."

A sense of solemnity was added to the otherwise calm voice:
"After the war between humans and demons ended, the Sword Sect, the Paper Dolls, and the various Dharma lineages were ambushed on their way back."

"Many Taoist traditions suffered heavy losses, and several True Immortals perished."

boom!
No one but Wuliang Palace could launch a surprise attack on a sect at Guyashan.

"How dare the Boundless Palace do this?"

"They've gone mad. Have they forgotten their oath to never lay a hand on their allies during a campaign?"

"Is Wuliang Palace going to war?"

A commotion arose, and no one present could remain calm.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was cold and stern as he suppressed the turbulent emotions within him.

It should be known that on this return journey, both the Han Hai and Zhuo Yang lineages will be present. I wonder how the mountain lord is doing.

"quiet!"

A low shout silenced the crowd's discussion.

The being sitting in the middle of the Dao vein slowly had its mist dissipate, revealing its true form.

He was a valiant young man, clad in a feathered robe, with white hair flowing down his back, and a long sword resting on his lap.

"Whether Wuliang Palace has made a move or not, we are investigating and will soon have an answer."

"Lord of Blackhorn Mountain!"

"This junior greets the senior."

A figure dressed in a green robe stood up, clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, and bowed.

"There's no need for that. We're at the same level, so we can just address each other as fellow Daoists."

The valiant young man spoke, his palms lightly pressing against the scabbard.

"Lord Chen, be vigilant on the borders of Qian Kingdom and pay attention to Wuliang Palace."

"Yes."

The Lord of Blackhorn nodded and then sat down.

“Lord of Qianfa Mountain, send someone to contact Jinguang Pavilion. Our two families have always stood together through thick and thin.”

"I see."

The Lord of Qianfa Mountain spoke up and agreed to the matter.

The valiant young man remained calm as he lightly tapped the sword with his knuckles, producing a metallic clang.

"Three discussions."

The boy slightly turned his gaze to the red-robed figure sitting cross-legged opposite him.

"Was the death of True Immortal Xuanqing your doing?"

(End of this chapter)