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Chapter 334 Boundless Palace: We've reserved this head! (4000)

As the heroic young man's voice faded away, countless gazes turned towards him.

Whether surprised, shocked, or filled with murderous intent, they all awaited Zhang Yuanzhu's response.

The true master at Xuanqing Temple has perished, possibly killed by a sect's prodigy.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged, his eyes revealing indifference as he uttered each word clearly:
“I killed Master Xuanqing on the border of Yan State.”

The young man tilted his head slightly, a grin spreading across his face, and scanned the seven figures in front of him before finally fixing his gaze on the valiant young man.

"Ah!"

"Are you going to Zhuoyang to take my life and settle the grudges of Wuliang Palace?"

The long sword on the young man's lap trembled slightly, making a clanging sound, and a sharp edge seemed to cross space and press against the young man's chest.

"reason?"

"There are too many reasons, but in the end, it all boils down to wanting to kill him!"

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand and brushed it across his chest.

Click~
The explosive sword intent instantly extinguished its sharpness.

"Arrogant, he killed Xuanqing Zhenren without authorization and stirred up trouble. His crime deserves to be punished."

"Zhang Yuanzhu, do you know who you are facing?"

"How can you be so rude in front of the Refining Weapon Daoist lineage?"

Three angry shouts rang out from the various meridians.

A chilling killing intent filled the sky, and the golden light beneath them rippled in waves.

“Master Xuanqing slaughtered the entire Qian Kingdom’s millennia-old heritage and killed many disciples of my Biluo lineage. Why can’t he be killed?”

"In my opinion, it was good that they killed them. The entire Xuanqing Temple should be slaughtered."

A loud shout rang out, almost drowning out the roar of the Dao Meridian.

The Lord of Biluo Mountain stood up, facing the many lineages of Dao.

The old Taoist priest, draped in a deep blue cloak, slowly rose and addressed the various Taoist lineages.

He cupped his hands in a gesture of greeting.

"As far as I know, rumors first spread in the Yan and Qian kingdoms that Yuan Zhu was a treacherous demon. Disciples of the Xuanqing Temple searched everywhere, even crossing the border to enter the Qian kingdom to investigate."

"Such an aggressive approach, it's likely that young friend Zhang was forced to retaliate."

At the same time, a middle-aged man dressed in a blue Taoist robe and wearing a jade crown with water patterns stood up, looking solemn.

"The Wuliang Palace is a wolf in sheep's clothing. They disregard the kindness of those who came to their rescue and attacked and killed their own disciples. They have no integrity whatsoever."

"It's fine to kill Brother Zhang, there's no need for you seniors to dwell on this matter."

In an instant, Biluo, Canglei, and Hanhai all spoke up to offer their support.

In an instant, the sky fell silent, and the gazes of many cultivators shifted between the four, their eyes filled with inscrutable expressions.

"Hey!"

The valiant young man chuckled, stood up, and looked at the crimson figure.

“Wuliang Palace has already sent an envoy to hold you accountable. He will arrive within ten days. Since you caused this trouble, you are responsible for resolving it.”

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, his arms hanging naturally at his sides. He looked the other person over with his eyes, but did not respond. Instead, he inquired about other matters:

"How many casualties have our Zhuoyang and Hanhai lineages suffered in this attack?"

The boy looked deeply at the young man, naturally knowing what the other truly wanted to ask.

"Chen Zijing is unharmed, and Qi Heng is also unharmed, but more than 70% of their disciples have been wiped out."

As Zhang Yuanzhu's emotions calmed down, the illusory figure gradually faded until it disappeared.

Only a whisper lingered in the air:
“I will deal with the envoy sent by Wuliang Palace.”

With the departure of the Zhuoyang lineage, representatives from Hanhai and Canglei also left.

Only the Lord of Biluo Mountain stood atop the golden light and addressed the seven major Dao lineages:
"Gentlemen, the Biluo lineage has sealed off the mountain and will not concern itself with the mortal world for the next twenty years."

The golden-robed Taoist priest, seated cross-legged on the right, spoke with an icy expression:
"At this crucial moment, how can we close the mountain and disregard our sect?"

"Lianbing agrees to this matter!"

A clear voice interrupted the golden-robed Taoist's words.

The valiant young man held a sword in one hand and the other behind his back, observing the Lord of Biluo Mountain.

"I hope that when we meet again, we will be people in the same boat."

"Thank you all for your understanding."

The Lord of Biluo Mountain nodded, his figure slowly dissipating and disappearing from sight.

For a moment, the sky fell silent.

Each sect had a different expression, and various thoughts arose in their minds.

The sect's situation is not good!

The departure of the four lineages, coupled with the destruction of the Corpse Refining lineage, the deaths of the Netherworld and Chuyun Mountain Masters along with their elders, and the heavy losses suffered by the Paper Doll and Sword Sect lineages.

Over the years, without realizing it, the sect has lost nearly a third of its strength.

Furthermore, with the Wuliang Palace's aggressive advance, Immortal Soldier Valley is now facing both internal and external troubles.

The young cultivator with the Refining Weapon Dao lineage looked ahead, seemingly oblivious to the unease on everyone's faces, and whispered:
"The three discussions are now concluded. Fellow Daoists, please return."

As the words faded, the boy's figure disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the Tai Ri, Yi Xing, Yu Shou, and other Dao lineages departed one by one.

The various lineages looked at each other, and could only disperse their illusory images.

In an instant, the sky was cleared, with only golden light flowing around and dragons appearing and disappearing.

The main vein of the scorching sun, atop the high platform.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly opened his eyes, revealing pupils that were one black and one blue, intertwined with life and destruction, a truly terrifying sight.

Stab it!

A glint of light flashed, sweeping across the space and illuminating the entire hall.

Call ~
Exhale the foul air.

He calmed his turbulent emotions, his eyes lost their luster, and he returned to normal.

In any case, as long as the mountain lord is alright, that's fine.

However, the attack by Wuliang Palace was indeed unexpected; they actually dared to break their oath and take action.

Or perhaps some other force is secretly watching.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand, which was touching the patterns on the ground, and rested his chin on it, his eyes filled with thought.

At the same time, he gripped the Five Thunder Pearl tightly in his other hand and refined it with all his might.

Time passed second by second, and the chaotic thoughts in the young man's mind were gradually cut off, leaving only one thought.

Become stronger, and as long as you have enough power, the Boundless Palace will naturally kneel down and prove its innocence.

At the same time, the last wisp of lightning from the Five Thunder Pearls receded.

He completely refined this mid-grade spiritual artifact.

With a flick of his hand, the thunder pearl disappeared, and a jade slip appeared.

He probed with his spiritual sense and carefully perused the insights into thunder magic.

Within his body, strands of medicinal liquid covered his meridians and continuously tempered them.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged on the stone platform and began his cultivation.

As the Five-Colored Thunder Technique was continuously improved, his body became increasingly robust, and his strength continued to grow stronger over time.

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

crunch~
The closed door opened, and a figure dressed in a white robe appeared at the threshold, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked down at the familiar figure, a smile appearing on his face.

"Mountain Lord, you're back."

"came back!"

Chen Zijing stepped forward, a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Many disciples of the Dharma lineage were attacked within the territory of Qian Kingdom. They did not perish at the border, but died on their way back."

"Mountain Lord, do you know which force was behind this?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, his face filled with murderous intent.

"The other party concealed their presence, and I don't know which force they belong to."

Chen Zijing shook his head.

The assassination forces were far stronger than them, making it impossible for them to obtain any useful information.

tower!
The mountain lord stopped before the steps, gazing at the figure on the stone platform. The sadness in his eyes vanished, replaced by relief.

"I was aware of the sect meeting five days ago. You did a good job in contacting Biluo, Hanhai, and Canglei to advance and retreat together." "Yuanzhu, I am at ease entrusting the Daoist lineage to you."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless, took a step, jumped down the steps, and came to the side of the mountain lord.

"Mountain Lord, you should do it. You sit on the high platform, maintain the main vein formation, and adjust the terrain from time to time. I am still not good enough."

This is also why he did not personally greet Chen Zijing; the situation has been unstable these past few days, and he needs to remain vigilant at all times.

The mountain lord chuckled and nodded slightly.

Then, Zhang Yuanzhu inquired about the doubts and problems he had encountered in his cultivation.

The mountain lord answered all of them one by one.

The two exchanged questions and answers, and before they knew it, a long time had passed.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arm on the long ruler and whispered:

"Mountain Lord, now that you have returned, it is time for me to go back as well."

"it is good."

The mountain lord nodded. Since Yuanzhu does not wish to take charge of the lineage for the time being, then let him take over.

Upon hearing this, the young man turned and walked out of the hall.

As the figure receded into the distance and was about to disappear, Chen Zijing suddenly spoke:
"Shiranui Lao?"

Before he could finish speaking, his expression showed a hint of trepidation.

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, then continued walking.

A soft whisper drifted out.

He died of old age and was buried in the ancestral hall.

As the words drifted away, the figure vanished, leaving only the mountain lord behind.

Chen Zijing stood before the steps, his eyes filled with sorrow and reminiscence.

The main hall was deserted, save for a soft sigh.

The next day, early in the morning.

A gentle breeze blows in front of the cave, causing bamboo leaves to fall like rain.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged, his body wreathed in lightning, with what appeared to be a five-colored sun embedded in his chest, dazzling and glaring.

He carefully sensed the interplay of the five-colored lightning, perfecting his own lightning techniques.

As the sun rises, its boundless radiance spreads, and strands of golden light filter through the bamboo forest and fall upon one's body.

The young man frowned slightly, dispelling the thunder around him and calming his internal organs. He stretched out his hand and grasped a wisp of golden light.

'This is.'

"Jin Deyi of the Tai Ri Dao lineage has arrived with the sect's orders. Quickly activate the formation."

A long roar shook the mountains and rivers, and even the main formation was rippled.

The rising sun withdrew its radiance, revealing a robust figure that looked down upon the majestic mountain.

"True Man of Condensing Fiend!"

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, his five fingers gripping the long ruler tightly, and looked up with his head held high.

Wow! Wow!
The array patterns trembled, the light curtain flowed, and a figure in white rose from within the palace, facing directly towards the True Person of the Tai Ri Dao Clan.

Chen Zijing stood with his hands behind his back, his expression solemn.

"If the sect has any instructions, just report them outside the formation."

Kim Deok-yi wore golden armor and a mask engraved with golden patterns, revealing a pair of cold and ruthless eyes.

"Chen Zijing, how dare you be so rude! Don't forget who provided you with the evil energy to help you condense it."

"I have gone to the border war, fought bloody battles, and all gratitude has been forgotten."

Chen Zijing's expression remained unchanged. The gratitude had long since vanished, and now only hatred remained between the two families' lineages.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu transformed into lightning and stopped beside the mountain lord, staring directly at Jin Deyi.

"A True Person of the Condensation Realm has come to announce the orders. The Tai Ri lineage is quite leisurely."

"Hey~"

The man in golden armor sneered and took out a jade slip from his robes, tossing it over.

"The envoy from Wuliang Palace is only ten thousand miles away from the sect. The sect has ordered that you and I go to greet and entertain him."

slap~
Chen Zijing took the jade slip, flipped through its contents, and his expression gradually turned cold and stern.

"I'll go with you."

"The sect has ordered Zhang Yuanzhu to accompany me. Are you going to disregard the sect's rules? Or do you want to speak?"

Jin Deyi turned his gaze to Chi Ying and sneered:

"When the sect discussed it together that day, were you just joking when you agreed?"

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, extended his hand, took the jade slip, and after reading it, confirmed that it was indeed as the golden-armored man had said.

bang~
With a burst of force from his five fingers, the jade slip shattered, turning into jade powder that slipped through his fingers.

He turned slightly to the side and nodded to the mountain lord, indicating that everything was alright.

He took a step forward, leaving the formation, and stood opposite the golden-armored man.

The two were no more than a hundred meters apart. Jin Deyi narrowed his eyes, and a chilling killing intent rose from his body, plunging the entire sky into silence.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped the Immeasurable Ruler with his fingertips.

clang!
The clang of metal against metal reverberated through the sky, shattering the surging killing intent.

The young man's lips curled up in a slightly mocking smile:

"Your Excellency, were you trying to kill me just now?"

Call ~
Jin Deyi slowly exhaled, his aura receding, and he murmured to himself:
'Now is not the time.'

“Young friend, your perception is mistaken. You are a prodigy of your sect and the seventh person in Immortal Weapon Valley. How could I possibly kill a fellow disciple?”

"Come with me to greet the envoy from Wuliang Palace."

boom!
Golden light burst forth, like a golden sun emerging and stretching across the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, took a step, and transformed into lightning, following closely behind.

A golden sun and a bolt of lightning, one after the other, raced across the sky.

In just a few hours, they left the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage and entered the sect's common area.

The two remained silent; neither spoke, or rather, there was no need for them to talk.

The Daoist lineages of Zhuoyang and Tai Ri have reached such a point that either Zhang Yuanzhu will perish and pose no further threat, or the Tai Ri lineage will be completely destroyed, to atone for the acts of pursuit and harm.

Neither side has a way out!

Mountains, rivers, and vegetation constantly flowed past beneath me.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the increasingly rapid golden sun in front of him, while maintaining his own speed, always keeping it at its peak.

"Hurry up!"

Jin Deyi shouted coldly, his aura exploding like a volcanic eruption.

"Your eyesight is failing. When you were in the Foundation Establishment stage, your speed was comparable to that of the Qi Condensation stage."

The young man scoffed.

A thought came to my mind.

A streak of light flew out from his arms, floated in the sky, and transformed into a warship.

He leaped aboard, stood at the bow, and while steering the Blazing Sun Warship forward, took out a jade slip and began to read it.

In an instant, the speed not only did not increase, but actually became slower.

"If you, sir, cannot wait, then go."

The man in golden armor glanced coldly at Zhang Yuanzhu, but instead of speeding away, he followed around the Blazing Sun warship as if he were monitoring it.

Zhang Yuanzhu seemed oblivious to anything, extending his palm with five-colored lightning flashing within, continuing to refine his lightning technique.

Time flies, and four days have passed in the blink of an eye.

A thousand-foot-long warship slowly sailed towards the outer perimeter of the mountain gate.

At this moment, a dozen or so figures dressed in ancient Taoist robes stood atop the hill, gazing at the warship and the golden sun surrounding it.

An ordinary-looking middle-aged Taoist priest stood before the group of cultivators, his eyes filled with an eerie gaze.

"Immortal Soldier Valley proposed to offer Zhang Yuanzhu's life as a sacrifice to True Man Xuanqing. How much of that is true and how much is believable?"

"It's about five or six points. There are many disagreements within Immortal Soldier Valley, and we are well aware of them."

"One Zhang Yuanzhu is far from enough."

The sound was faint, only traveling among the crowd.

The cultivators of Wuliang Palace either sneered or harbored ill intentions as they watched the warship draw ever closer.

(End of this chapter)