Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 338 We want justice! Kill the Yuan Dynasty's secondary capital! (4000)

"exist!"

A muffled sound came from Liehen.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm and continued to inquire:

"Is the royal ancestor in Dadu?"

As the words fell, Liehen's body trembled, and a struggle appeared in his only remaining eye.

Finally, he uttered each word carefully:
"Our ancestor is not in Dadu."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils. At such a crucial moment, the strongest member of the Lie clan was not stationed in Dadu.

An unexpected gain.

The young man then inquired about the detailed situation between the Yan and Yuan states, and received answers to all his questions.

Soon, after the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Liehen's dazed one eye regained its clarity.

"open"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Yuanzhu waved his sleeve, and a powerful gust of wind swept his opponent into the coffin.

With a pat of the palm, the coffin lid closed automatically.

The young man gazed at the gently trembling, pitch-black coffin and nodded in satisfaction.

The flesh and blood of a Qi Condensation Realm cultivator, combined with the flesh and blood of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, were enough to propel this golden-armored corpse forward a few steps, but it would still require some time to refine.

The burly man in red armor standing to the side watched the young man's skillful movements, his lips twitching.

This was a major overhaul at the fourth level of the Foundation Establishment stage, not some random nobody, so they just slaughtered him without hesitation.

As for Feng Xintang, her expression didn't change much. After spending some time together, she had already figured out his personality.

They are grateful and righteous, yet act recklessly!
"Brother Dao, why are you here? With your talent, shouldn't you be in seclusion cultivating in the Immortal Weapon Valley?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's palm flashed with light as he put away the coffin in front of him and casually spoke:
"During the war between Yan, Qian, and Yuan, the Yuan state is facing problems, and the sect has sent me to investigate."

He spoke calmly and stated the purpose of his trip directly, showing no concern about being exposed.

"It's too dangerous for Immortal Soldier Valley to send you to investigate a battle involving two sects. Why didn't you send a Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator or even a Qi Condensation True Person?"

A burly man in red armor couldn't help but speak up.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head, his expression indifferent, and whispered:
"I am the only one willing to come."

boom! boom!
Both men in red armor and the woman looked on in astonishment.

However, based on their experience, the two detectives quickly realized that something must have happened inside Immortal Soldier Valley.

They exchanged a bitter glance.

In that case, can they still achieve their goal of traveling millions of miles to get here?

The answer is already vaguely apparent.

Feng Xintang gripped the halberd tightly with all five fingers and spoke directly:
"Brother Dao, do you know why we are here, in the immortal city closest to the Immortal Weapon Valley?"

Before Zhang Yuanzhu could respond, she had already answered on her own.

"For justice, to expose evil deeds."

"When the Yan Kingdom invaded, the Divine Arresting Sect and various forces large and small within the Qian Kingdom followed the orders of the Immortal Soldier Valley and joined forces to fight. Why did the Black Horn Dharma Lineage retreat and collapse in just one battle?"

"They suffered only minor losses themselves, yet they abandoned Lin'an, abandoned Zishan, and abandoned the entire Qian Kingdom."

"In this battle, our Qian Kingdom cultivators were almost completely wiped out, and one immortal city after another was slaughtered. I'm afraid the strength of the Black Horn Dharma Lineage hasn't even been reduced by one-tenth."

The woman's voice was calm, suppressing a torrent of anger and resentment.

They gave it their all, yet still ended up with the destruction of their nation and its people.

“We come on behalf of all the people trapped in Yan, we come on behalf of all our comrades who died in battle. Immortal Valley should give us an answer.”

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, his double pupils fixed on the woman before him, his five fingers tightly gripping the measuring ruler.

Head slightly raised, gazing at the vast sky, voice ethereal:
"You will not get an answer, nor will you have a satisfactory result, and you will not even be able to leave the Valley of Immortal Soldiers."

He spoke the truth, coldly and ruthlessly, earnestly evaluating the sect he came from.

"The Immortal Soldier Valley has too many and too varied lineages; it is no longer trustworthy."

Feng Xintang and the two divine constables remained silent; this was the reply they had obtained after traversing mountains and rivers and exerting all their efforts.

"Is that so?"

"Even you don't have any hope for this sect."

The woman murmured, her eyes filled with confusion.

Snapped!
A fair hand patted the woman's shoulder, bringing her back to her senses and making her look ahead.

The young man wore a gentle smile, both passionate and open.

"Rather than dying meaninglessly in Immortal Weapon Valley, come with me, come together."

"Let those big shots who control the game see just how far we weaklings can go."

Feng Xintang gazed at those double pupils with sincerity and solemnity.

She felt as if she had returned to Zishan City, where the young man was so relentless in eliminating evil, killing the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce, the three major families, the city lord, and the Hongxiu Tower.

Nearly ten years have passed, and nothing has changed.

"Hahaha~"

Feng Xintang laughed heartily, filled with heroic spirit.

“Brother Dao, if you need anything, just tell me, and I’m willing to go through fire and water for you.”

"After all, you never disappoint."

The two burly men looked at the woman and young man talking, their bitter expressions hidden.

They knew about Zhang Yuanzhu's past, and because they knew, they were willing to trust him rather than Xianbing Valley.

Zhang Yuanzhu's deep, double-eyed gaze swept over the three people before him, and he whispered:
"No need to go through fire and water, just provide the distribution of Yan Kingdom's powerful figures, and the location of that new Xuanqing Zhenren."

"If you have free time, contact the anti-Yan forces in the Qian Kingdom and gather the remaining old troops."

With billions of lives in the Qian Kingdom, it is absolutely impossible to completely conquer it within a month. The resistance will inevitably be fierce; otherwise, the Xuanqing Temple would not have carried out successive massacres.

Upon hearing this, Feng Xintang spoke directly:
"Many fellow Daoists from the Qian Kingdom have temporarily submitted to the Yan Kingdom, and can provide us with information on the Yan Kingdom's military strength and the locations of its powerful figures."

"As for True Person Xuanqing, he can only provide a general location, and it may be inaccurate."

"That's enough. Leave the rest to me."

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up, and he raised his hand from the woman's shoulder.

A glint of light flashed at his fingertips, and a jade slip engraved with crimson patterns appeared, which he handed over.

"With this jade slip, anyone within millions of miles can contact me."

After a pause, he took out two more talismans from his pocket and placed them in the woman's arms.

"Some means of self-defense."

The woman lowered her gaze to the two talismans crackling with lightning, and lightly touched her forehead.

"My master, my uncle, and I need to find a city near the border of the 'Qian Kingdom'."

"Fellow Daoist, farewell."

As his words drifted away, he cupped his hands in acknowledgment and left the place with two burly men in red armor.

The whole process was clean and efficient, without the slightest hesitation.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with a ruler in his hand. A gentle breeze blew by, causing his red robe to flutter. He turned and glanced back at the location of Immortal Soldier Valley.

Then, they strode forward and ventured deep into the Yuan Kingdom.

He was incredibly fast, his body surging with energy, his muscles, bones, and internal organs all exerting maximum force.

Within his dantian, his spiritual platform trembled, unleashing bursts of magical power to empower himself.

He was traveling at full speed towards his first destination: Anping Xiancheng, the secondary capital of the Yuan Kingdom.

Mountains, rivers, and vegetation constantly flashed by in the field of vision.

Anping Immortal City is no more than ten thousand miles away from Dadu, nestled atop a continuous mountain range.

Majestic and towering, magnificent and extraordinary.

"Two days and nights later, we finally arrived."

A young man in a red robe stood at the foot of the mountain range, gazing at the majestic city that pierced the clouds, a smile playing on his lips.

I took a step forward and started climbing the mountain. Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the mountains, carrying a unique charm that attracted many eyes.

He walked towards Anping City without any disguise, like an emperor inspecting his country.

Powerful and domineering!
Beside the road, two figures wearing straw hats and completely shrouded in gray robes gazed at the crimson figure and spoke in hushed tones:
"This is what unorthodox cultivators are like—so unrestrained and arrogant, lacking any moral cultivation."

"In this region, war breaks out everywhere, greed, ignorance, desire, and evil run rampant, and all living beings suffer."

"However, this benefactor..."

A slightly tall figure, with eyes peering through the light veil at the fiery red robes:
"They still possess the wisdom to enter into the Dharma of Buddhism."

"This is 'The Crossing of the Kasaya of Maha'."

Another figure let out a soft cry, revealing a hint of feminine gentleness.

What surprised her was not the "Mahayana Robe Crossing," but rather how many lives the other party had saved with such a level of spiritual cultivation.

Suddenly, a gaze pierced through space and fell upon us, as cold as a god and as fierce as a demon.

The two pupils, like the suns swirling around each other, were breathtaking.

In an instant, the gray-robed figure who was talking felt as if he had been stripped naked and thoroughly examined.

However, the probing gazes quickly dispersed.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he turned away from the roadside and looked towards the Immortal City.

At this moment, patterns emerged from the city wall, armored soldiers appeared on the wall, and a powerful aura rose up.

The air of war, mixed with a chilling killing intent, permeated the mountains and rivers.

It was clear that Anping City had noticed the arrival of the young man.

A tall, middle-aged man dressed in a python robe stood atop the city wall, his face contorted with rage.

“You traitor, you attacked and killed a royal prince two days ago, and today you have come to the capital of the Great Yuan Dynasty. You deserve to die.”

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, looked at the middle-aged man, and whispered:
"Crown Prince!"

This middle-aged man is the younger brother of Emperor Yuan, born of the same mother and father, and in recent years he has been appointed as the Crown Prince of Yuan.

As the words drifted by, strands of five-colored lightning appeared on his body, his arms were raised, and his five fingers were spread open.

The lightning flowed and converged, transforming into a five-colored lightning spear.

Step forward, bend over, and bring your arms in!

The soles of the feet, legs, and waist form a diagonal line, and then suddenly generate force.

kill!

The five-colored lightning spear shot out, creating a deafening sonic boom, carrying a sky full of lightning, and struck the city gate.

boom!
Boom! !
Boom! ! !
The array patterns vanished, the city gate and a large section of the city wall exploded, and cultivators turned into charred remains, tumbling down the wall.

Violent and bloody.

Both the surviving armored soldiers and the cultivators watching the battle felt a chill in their hearts.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless and continued walking.

The Five Thunder Pearls flew out from his bosom, hovering above his head, and bolts of lightning fell from it, as if a god had descended to earth, transcending the mortal realm.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you're courting death!"

The tall, middle-aged man roared, and within his dantian, the eight-layered spiritual platform trembled, unleashing surging streams of magical power that transformed into billowing white flames.

In an instant, the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, the air became distorted, vegetation spontaneously combusted, and the entire world was engulfed in flames.

The young man remained calm as five-colored lightning burst forth, dissipating the white flames wherever it passed.

Extend your palm and beckon gently.

Crackling!

The five-colored lightning converged and transformed into countless lightning blades, occupying different locations and spreading throughout the sky.

A mysterious aura emerged from the thunder blade and spread outwards.

kill!

With his arm pressed down, the thunder blade slashed out.

In an instant, the pale sea of ​​fire shattered, and countless five-colored lightning blades traced mysterious trajectories, resembling independent spaces, slashing towards the middle-aged man.

One by one, the armored soldiers turned into blood and foam, large sections of the city wall collapsed, and mountains were leveled one after another.

"What is this?"

The Crown Prince staggered backward, his body splattered with blood, desperately resisting the incoming lightning blades.

Ah!
The middle-aged man roared, his magical power surging, and various spells bloomed simultaneously, shattering into countless lightning blades.

In the blink of an eye, even more five-colored lightning blades were generated and attacked.

He felt like prey trapped in a spider web, being driven little by little into a desperate situation.

The two grey-robed, straw-hatted figures watching from the shadows exclaimed in admiration as they gazed at the five-colored longswords flashing across the sky and tracing unique paths:
"A sword formation, with the Thunder Sword as its base and oneself as its core, is truly a genius. It's a pity he's stuck in a side sect."

“If you return with us and join our temple, you may be able to attain the Arhatship.”

The slightly shorter figure couldn't help but remind him, "Don't overthink it. It's troublesome enough for just the two of us to return to the Southern Desert, let alone bring someone with us."

Regardless of what the two mysterious men were thinking, Zhang Yuanzhu had already arrived in front of the middle-aged man.

The enemy collapsed to the ground, his body covered in knife wounds, with a thunder blade still stuck in his abdomen, pinning him to the earth.

Blood flowed down the wound, staining the vast ruins red.

He remained expressionless, stretched out his hand, casually grasped a five-colored thunder blade, and pressed it against the Crown Prince's neck.

"Don't walk too fast on the road to the underworld, your entire Lie clan will soon be looking for you."

"I don't."

The middle-aged man roared and struggled desperately.

The young man pressed down with his palm, and the blade sliced ​​through the air.

Stab it!

Blood splattered as a head rolled off the ground, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Zhang Yuanzhu dispersed the thunder blade in his palm, and with a wave of his hand, the head was grasped in his palm.

He raised his hand, staring directly into those unwilling and resentful eyes, a wide grin spreading across his face.

"What's there to be resentful about? You were killed head-on by a Foundation Establishment Level 4 cultivator even if you were at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment. Even if it happened ten more times, you would still be the one to die."

As the words fell, the mangled corpses on the ground and the head in his hand were all put into his storage bag.

Then, he stepped forward and entered the immortal city.

At this moment, the prosperity has vanished, the city is filled with the remnants of battle, and the streets are littered with rubble, debris, and corpses.

Some died in the aftermath of the battle, and some died in the chaos within the city.

However, the moment Zhang Yuanzhu killed his enemy and stepped into the city, all the cultivators who had taken advantage of the chaos stood frozen in place, at a loss for what to do.

"Senior, me"

Stab it!

The five-colored thunder blades that had been hanging high in the sky suddenly slashed down like rain.

Within a radius of dozens of miles, all the cultivators who harbored resentment died!

Blood stained the immortal city!

The survivors collapsed to the ground, staring at the crimson figure, filled only with a deep-seated trembling and fear.

Ignoring all the stares, the young man strode to the center of the city. Gazing at the luxurious palace before him and the two characters 'Qingyun' on the plaque above the gate, his smile widened.

Crunch!

A stout figure walked out of the palace, trembling, with a respectful expression.

"Congratulations, Senior Brother Zhang, on slaying the traitor! The sect will surely be honored."

"Senior Brother Zhang?"

Zhang Yuanzhu sneered, took a step, and pressed down with his five fingers.

"You dare call me that?"

bang~
The head and body exploded together, turning into blood and bones that scattered on the ground.

(End of this chapter)