Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 337 Zhang Yuanzhu, are you willing to become a Daoist disciple? Departure (4000)

Thousands of miles away, on the banks of a great river.

A hunched figure slowly emerged, and a young man in white robes, holding a black jade unicorn, had been waiting there for a long time.

The young man in white stroked the Qilin with a smile on his face.
"Senior Ye, the matter can be considered a success."

"He agreed, but he also made some demands."

A bitter expression appeared on Ye Xing's face, and he then recounted his conversation with Zhang Yuanzhu.

"The cultivation method of condensing evil energy, evil energy, and the entire Yuan Kingdom—their appetite is quite large."

"After all, they sent people to risk their lives, so some price should be paid."

The old Taoist priest spoke, his voice calm.

The young man in white paused slightly in the hand that was stroking the Qilin, and gently tapped his forehead.

"Senior is right, but why not send a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator instead? It would be better than a mere fourth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator."

The old Taoist priest remained silent and shook his head.
"The Yuan royal family harbors treacherous intentions, and the Yan army is at its peak. In such a situation, no cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage would be willing to go."

A cultivator at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment stage is a precious foundation even within a Dao lineage, making it impossible for them to participate in a battle they are destined to lose.

As for lineages, those at the peak of Foundation Establishment are already capable of becoming the head of a lineage, and therefore will not participate in this battle.

And
"Yi Xing has some understanding of the art of deduction, and Zhang Yuanzhu may be the only chance in this battle."

Ye Xing's voice was tinged with uncertainty.

The young man in white listened to the old Taoist's words, his brows gradually furrowing, for it was indeed as the elder had said.

As a sect of great power, it could forcibly send several peak Foundation Establishment cultivators to participate in this battle, but they would be useless in the war and might even waste the sect's resources.

After all, the Yuan Kingdom's patriarch, who should have been fighting against the new Xuanqing Zhenren, is now quite ambiguous in his attitude.

"Since you value that young friend so highly, I will lend him another hand and bring him honor."

As the words faded, the two figures on the riverbank slowly disappeared.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow of the ship, holding a communication stone, and was talking to the mountain lord.

Soon after, he put away the communication stone, unleashed his magical power, and steered the warship toward the outside of the mountain gate.

He was calm and composed, without any anxiety or worry.

For him, the affairs of the Yuan Dynasty were simple and clear, summed up in one word.

kill!

The young man's eyes were cold. Given such a rare opportunity, he naturally wanted to kill both Chu Yun and Lie Shi.

As the day and night passed, the Blazing Sun Warship drew ever closer to the mountain gate.

Suddenly, a starlight appeared from the horizon and arrived on the warship in the blink of an eye.

Ye Xing looked at the young man, flicked his sleeves, and three streams of light floated in front of the red figure.

"This is your reward for this trip, young friend. Please check it to see if anything is missing."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, stretched out his hand, and grasped an ancient book with a golden cover, reaching beyond the radiance.

As the hand was pulled back, several large, golden characters came into view.

The Taibai Condensing Evil Technique!
Boom boom boom!
The five large characters, like five divine swords, pierce straight forward with unparalleled sharpness.

Zhang Yuanzhu's deep, dark eyes ignored the sword light as he opened the cultivation manual and began to read it.

At the same time, the old Taoist priest began to introduce the practice method.

"The Taibai Ning Sha Technique is a metal-element cultivation method that can be practiced to the peak of Ning Sha. Its core idea is: to regard oneself as the embryo, to use metal evil as the furnace for forging, and to use will and consciousness as the hammer."

"It is a method of cultivating the three treasures of essence, energy, and spirit simultaneously."

The young man remained silent, only glancing through the manual briefly before putting it into his pocket.

He stretched out his hand and took another jade slip from the radiance.

A sweep of spiritual sense revealed only a short sentence.

In the southern part of the Shichuan Plain, there is a malevolent aura associated with lightning!
Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly. He had naturally heard of the Shichuan Plain, a place where the major righteous sects gathered.

Qingyangzhai, located in this area, is undoubtedly the best.

It seems I'll have to make that trip sometime in the future.

However, there's no rush to deal with the evil energy.

The young man put the jade slip away and placed it in his storage bag.

Then, he turned his attention to the last item, a token.

The token is pure white, engraved with various patterns: longswords, divine beasts, seas of blood, stars, and the character "Dao" inlaid in the center.

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out, gently grasped the token, and rubbed it lightly.

"This is?"

"The Daoist Order: the four major lineages of Beast Taming, Chess Star, Sword Sect, and Weapon Refining jointly recommend you as the Daoist Child of your sect."

"Even Ye Jinxian has not obtained such an identity. Throughout history, there have only been two or three people who have achieved it."

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, examining the token.

"Taoko, is that just a title?"

"It's not just about titles. In principle, all Dao disciples of the seven Dao lineages are qualified to enter and receive guidance from True Persons, or even Golden Core True Monarchs."

"However, it is best not to go to the three families of Tai Ri, Paper Doll, and Blood Sea on your own."

The young man looked serious and whispered:
"Does the sect still have Golden Core True Monarchs?"

"Xianbing Valley can be based on Guyashan Mountain, so naturally there is a True Lord guarding it."

The old Taoist priest gave an affirmative answer.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered as he pondered which of the seven major Dao lineages possessed a Golden Core True Monarch.

Tai Ri, Yi Xing, Yu Shou—each lineage of Daoist traditions flashed through my mind.

'Training soldiers?'

He guessed that it was because the other six lineages had a significantly different attitude towards the Refining Weapon Dao Lineage.

"Young friend, don't overthink it. The Golden Core realm is too far away for you."

"I know, but let's leave the matter of Daozi alone."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

The next moment, the token was flung out and thrown in front of the old Taoist priest.

There are some things, some issues, that he is unwilling and unwilling to resolve.

The old Taoist priest's face flashed with bitterness when he saw the token on the ground.

His body grew increasingly hunched, and with a soft sigh, he disappeared.

For a moment, Zhang Yuanzhu was the only one on the warship.

His mind trembled, his magical power surged, and the blazing sun warship suddenly accelerated, speeding forward.

In less than half a day, he had already left the sect and disappeared into the horizon.

After completely distancing himself from the sect, Zhang Yuanzhu put away the warship, then concealed his aura, landed on the ground, and ran forward.

Mountains, rivers, vegetation, and even villages and towns constantly passed by.

Zhang Yuanzhu only stopped when a majestic immortal city came into view.

He needed to have a detailed understanding of the Yuan Dynasty and the surrounding situation in order to decide on the most decisive and fastest method of assassination.

As he stepped forward, wisps of mist formed, obscuring his figure. All the cultivators in front of the city gate, regardless of their strength, consciously ignored the young man.

He swaggered into the city.

boom!
The sounds of noise, hawking, and laughter filled the air.

The crowds were dense, the noise was deafening, and the bustling world was in full swing.

Zhang Yuanzhu kept moving, collecting various information and selecting the valuable intelligence among them.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he had already roughly grasped the situation among the three kingdoms of Yan, Qian, and Yuan.

The young man narrowed his double pupils as he walked forward, pondering a solution.

Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, turned his body slightly, and looked in a certain direction.

"interesting!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly. In one area, almost the entire city had gathered cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining.

Without hesitation, they changed direction and headed towards a restaurant not far away.

The restaurant was luxurious, adorned with ornate patterns, and two armored soldiers stood at the entrance, their faces cold as they watched passersby.

The young man stood on the street, while monks walked by, and he instinctively avoided them.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, and he easily saw through the restaurant and its internal array patterns with his 'Insight'.

He watched as a dozen or so cultivators at the tenth level of Qi Refining sat casually in various parts of the restaurant, conversing freely.
One sound after another entered my ears.

"With the fall of the Qian Kingdom, the Yan Kingdom's military might was unparalleled throughout history."

"It's too tragic. The Qian Kingdom is awash in blood, with countless corpses floating in the water. Several immortal cities have been slaughtered."

"What should we do? The Yan Kingdom has deployed troops on the border and is very aggressive. The Yuan Kingdom may be able to hold them off, but are we going to become a country that perishes like the Qian Kingdom?"

"Don't panic, the city lord is coming soon and will surely show us the way."

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his gaze, sensing the rapidly approaching aura of the restaurant, and a smile appeared on his lips.

To run into an old friend here is wonderful!
With a stride, the figure dispersed and disappeared into the street.

On the street, the city lord of the immortal city had a big smile on his face.

He led a middle-aged man and walked briskly toward the restaurant.

The man had a serious and dignified expression, wore a long robe with cloud patterns, and carried a long spear on his back.

"Your Highness, all cultivators in the Immortal City who are at or above the tenth level of Qi Refining are here."

"us."

"Now take them away to Dadu."

The man in the cloud-patterned robe cut straight to the chase, interrupting the city lord.

The man tilted his head slightly, his eyes serious, and glanced at the direction of Immortal Soldier Valley.

A crimson shadow involuntarily surfaced in his mind, and a surge of killing intent welled up within him.

If we had gone all out when we joined forces with the three major families to hunt us down in the Qian Kingdom, would this disaster have been avoided?

The high-ranking members of the Chu Yun lineage perished, and the corpse-refining lineage infiltrated by the Lie clan was also destroyed. A thousand years of planning was wiped out in a single day.

“All cultivators above the tenth level of Qi Refining from the surrounding immortal cities must relocate and stay away from this area.”

"Your Highness, I understand."

Bang bang bang~
The crisp applause silenced the bustling street.

In an instant, everyone unconsciously turned their gaze to an open space.

A figure clad in a red robe suddenly appeared, smiling as he looked at the middle-aged man and the city lord.

"Prince Liehen, or Elder Liehen, where do you intend to relocate the cultivators?"

The voice was calm, yet it sent a chill through the two of them.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, what are you doing here? Weren't you imprisoned in Immortal Soldier Valley?" Liehen roared.

Before the words had even finished, a fair hand had already crossed the sky and pressed against her face.

Thud~ Crack~
Blood and flesh splattered, bones shattered, his entire face was flattened, and his body was slammed into the street by overwhelming force.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand and glanced at the city lord.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you, you, you..."

Stab it!

Dark light flashed in his eyes, instantly obliterating the city lord's body.

With his five fingers spread out, strands of lightning generated, intertwined, and coalesced into a thunder whip.

A thought came to my mind.

call out!
The lightning whip shot out rapidly and pierced the earth.

Ah ~
Amidst a piercing wail, Liehen's body was forcibly pulled out.

Zhang Yuanzhu, holding the thunder whip in one hand and resting the other on the long ruler, strolled leisurely out of the city.

The deep voice echoed through the streets and the city as the young man departed.

"Chu Yun's lineage has defied the sect and betrayed his country; he deserves to die!"

Leave the street and cross the city gate.

Zhang Yuanzhu dragged Liehen out of the city, leaving a trail of blood and scorch marks on the ground.

tower!
The young man stopped, turned around, and looked down at the middle-aged man lying in a pool of mud, his expression indifferent.
“I know that as a prince of the Yuan Kingdom’s royal family, you must know a lot of information.”

"But I know even more that you will keep your mouth shut and won't tell me any information, and I..."

After a pause, Zhang Yuanzhu released his grip, dispelling the lightning whip, and spoke slowly and deliberately:

"I never want any member of the royal family to live, whether it's the Chuyun lineage or the Lie clan."

Liehen trembled instinctively from the excruciating pain, his face a bloody mess, unable to even speak properly.

“Zhang Yuanzhu, you beggar, you despicable person, your ancestors have all knelt before us, bowing and paying homage, yet you have dared to be so disobedient.”

"I'll be waiting for you in the underworld."

Looking at the resentment and hatred rising around Liehen, Zhang Yuanzhu smiled and took out a pitch-black coffin.

“A good amount of resentment and hatred is a great tonic for corpse refining.”

"you"

He pushed open the coffin lid with one palm, about to throw Liehen inside.

"Brother Dao, wait a moment."

A soft shout came from afar, and three figures rushed out of the city gate and arrived at high speed.

A petite woman with a heroic air, clad in white armor and carrying a halberd as tall as herself.

There were also two burly men wearing red armor, both of whom were at the Foundation Establishment stage.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowed his movements, gazing at the familiar figure, a hint of reminiscence and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

This friend, while scouting the city, failed to notice anything amiss.

"Captain Feng, it's been a long time."

The visitors were two constables from the Qian Kingdom's Divine Constables Bureau, along with Feng Xintang, all of whom were acquaintances.

Feng Xintang stopped, removed the treasure from her armor that concealed her aura, and spoke with a bitter expression:
"The Divine Arrest Bureau has been destroyed, and I am no longer a head constable. I am just a man from a fallen kingdom."

"They fled in all directions, looking utterly disheveled."

The two burly men behind the woman also gave wry smiles.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent. Under the overwhelming circumstances, he was like a mayfly in the rain, drifting aimlessly. The Divine Arresting Sect was like this, and so was he.

Feng Xintang's expression turned serious as she looked at the bloodied and mangled figure in the young man's palm and said directly:

"I have ways to get the other party to talk and obtain the information you need."

The Divine Arresting Sect has been capturing evil and vicious criminals for many years, so they naturally have plenty of ways to get prisoners to talk.

A strange glint flashed in the young man's eyes. In fact, he didn't care about the information Liehen had. After walking around the Immortal City and getting a general understanding of the situation, he already had a plan in mind.

However, since my friend has brought it up...
A smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face as he threw the figure in his palm, which landed in front of the woman.

"Thank you for your trouble, fellow Daoist."

Feng Xintang looked down at the disheveled middle-aged man on the ground. Even though he was seriously injured, the aura he exuded was still oppressive.

This was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and a Foundation Establishment master no less powerful than his master. Yet, facing the young man, he had no room to struggle.

Zhang Yuanzhu, this fellow Daoist who was only at the seventh level of Qi Refining when we first met, has already grown to such a level.

With mixed feelings, the woman took out a pill from her bosom and injected it directly into Liehen's bloodied and mangled face.

In an instant, the struggle and growls subsided, and Liehen lay quietly on the ground.

"Brother Dao, please feel free to ask me any questions."

"However, the Mind-Bending Pill can only sustain a Foundation Establishment cultivator for the duration of an incense stick burning."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, cupped his hands in thanks to the woman.

Then, he looked at the figure on the ground and spoke:
"Is the Yuan Emperor in Dadu?"

(End of this chapter)