Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 347 Attack! Invade the Qian Kingdom!! (4000)

"Once the sect's affairs are concluded, I will naturally escort Fazhi and Fayan to the Southern Desert. I will do everything in my power to ensure their safety. The Great Dao will bear witness and will never fail them!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke.

A deep voice drifted through the hall, and an invisible ripple descended from the sky, brushing over everyone present.

Fayan and Fading put their hands together in prayer and bowed deeply.
"On this journey, I will certainly obey the Emperor's orders. I entrust my life to you. If the mission is accomplished, I will also offer up the Yin-Yang attribute evil energy. May the Great Dao bear witness!"

As the two women's voices faded, the invisible ripples dissipated, and a faint sense of constraint welled up in the hearts of the three.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were serene, and his arms hung naturally at his sides.

"The oath has been made. You two may either go or stay here. The decision is yours."

"My junior sister and I have other matters to attend to, so we will not disturb His Majesty the Emperor any longer."

He rose, slowly retreated, and gradually disappeared into the main hall.

The young man watched the two women leave until they completely disappeared from his senses.

A thought came to my mind.

Crackling!

Strands of lightning emanated from his body.

With a single step, he transformed into lightning and sped away.

In just a few breaths, they had left the palace and were roaming the sky.

Mountains, peaks, and cities flashed past beneath our feet, the speed increasing rapidly.

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

On the morning of the fifth day, a bolt of lightning appeared in the sky above the Ming Dynasty's border and slowly landed.

Zhang Yuanzhu dispersed the lightning around him and looked at the ancient city in front of him.

The city stretches across hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, its walls dark and bearing the marks of various battles, including those fought with knives and axes.

Clerks dressed in crimson robes patrolled the city walls.

Above the city, two blurry figures sat cross-legged, suppressing all directions.

Looking at this scene, a smile appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face. This frontier pass had not been breached.

The moment the young man appeared, the two figures sitting cross-legged in the void also sensed Zhang Yuanzhu's arrival.

boom! boom!
Two figures shot out and, within a few breaths, left the city and landed in front of the youth.

"Yuanzhu, you've finally arrived."

"Since we took over this pass, the Xuanqing Temple's attacks have become increasingly fierce. If we hadn't used the foundation of our Dharma lineage, the city would probably have been breached long ago."

Zhang Yuan rested his arm on the long ruler, his face showing apology.
"I'm sorry to trouble you two elders. The affairs of the Yuan Kingdom are too complicated, and I only finished dealing with them not long ago."

"It's nothing. Before I die, I can still fight for the lineage. How can it be a problem?"

An old man laughed heartily, his white hair flowing down his shoulders, his demeanor a mix of melancholy and boldness.

Another elder of the Zhuoyang lineage looked at the young man with admiration and a kind expression.

"You have done a good job in establishing the nation, which will help to better unite all lineages."

"However, you must be careful when attacking the Yan Kingdom and conquering the Xuanqing Temple. Although the Yan army's attacks have become increasingly fierce these days, something is not right."

The old man, who was over two hundred years old, instinctively sensed the danger.

In his view, controlling the Yuan Kingdom and establishing the Ming Dynasty was enough. This would not only provide a way out for the various lineages, but also prevent the sects from directly connecting with the Boundless Palace.

Attacking the Yan state would be completely unnecessary.

However, considering the temperament of his prodigy, the old man had no choice but to follow his lead and was willing to risk his life for him.

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and whispered:
"Don't worry, leave everything to me."

They took steps and slowly walked towards the city.

Two elderly men followed closely behind.

As the young man strode forward, he slowly began to speak:
"Elders, gather the Dharma lineage and be ready to leave the city at any time."

"it is good!"

Zhang Yuanzhu gave some instructions on the conquest and then dismissed the two elders.

tower!
The young man stopped in front of the city, a gentle smile on his face, and nodded to the group of cultivators on the city wall.

Then, they stepped over the pass and entered the mountains.

He walked slowly forward through the jungle, a blue fragment in his arms trembling slightly, its [Characteristic] explosive aura emanating from it.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a playful smile.

"I'm very curious, what methods have you prepared?"

Several days have passed since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Even if the Xuanqing Temple is slow to react, it should already know about his killing of the peace envoy.

Grass, trees, mountains and rivers kept passing by in the field of vision until a vast river appeared in front of us.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped and looked across the river at the endless camp, sensing the extraordinary aura emanating from it.

His double pupils were deep and penetrating, and he strained to see, his brows gradually furrowing.

'There was no ambush, and even my eye technique couldn't detect it.'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

"We'll know soon enough!"

With one step, he stood atop the great river, his domineering and tyrannical aura bursting forth.

The Five Thunder Pearls at his waist rose up, hovering three feet above his head, resembling a five-colored sun, radiating a magnificent aura.

"Who goes there? Get out of here at once!"

"The Yan army is here, get out of here."

“This…this face, it’s that person.”

……

The army was in a great uproar, and waves of energy rose from the military camp.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, extending his palm and forming a hand seal.

Fire Serpent Technique!
The Five Thunder Pearls trembled, unleashing bolts of lightning that intertwined and converged.

In the blink of an eye, it had transformed into a three-thousand-foot-long lightning serpent.

The Thunder Serpent coiled around the great river, and with a roar, the mountains collapsed, the river flowed backward, and the armored soldiers exploded, turning into a blood mist.

The snake lowered its head and suddenly shot out like an arrow, turning the cultivators into charred remains amidst their cries of agony.

Extremely tragic!

"Evil beast, die!"

"kill him."

A Foundation Establishment cultivator roared and unleashed his full power, transforming into divine light as he attacked the Thunder Serpent.

There were also powerful figures, their bodies covered in divine halos, who led their armies to charge into the sky above the great river.

Unfortunately, it's useless!
Razer lashed out with its tail, tearing through the divine light, and crimson light burst forth like fireworks.

The crimson figure moved forward leisurely, a burst of purple lightning erupted, piercing the divine halo and annihilating the army.

Zhang Yuanzhu was bathed in lightning, like a thunder god descending to earth, leaving only scorched earth in his wake.

Whether you curse or roar, in the end you'll just end up as a charred corpse.

It is powerful, domineering, and carries an overwhelming sense of oppression.

He continued onward towards the center of the army.

"Emperor Ming, do you really intend to fight Wuliang Palace to the death?"

An elderly man dressed in a blue Taoist robe and wearing a feathered crown walked out from the army, his aged face filled with resentment and hatred.

The person before me is the one who has killed two successive Xuanqing True Persons and seized the inherited evil weapon.

It can be said that the Xuanqing Temple within the Wuliang Palace harbors the deepest resentment towards the person before it.

"Ah!"

"A fight to the death?"

The young man scoffed, his palms flashing with magical hand seals.

hiss!
The three-thousand-foot-long thunder serpent roared to the sky, its body rising upright and soaring into the clouds.

The snake opened its mouth, revealing sharp teeth formed from five-colored lightning, densely packed like countless divine swords.

"You old pig-dog, show me how to do it!"

Roar!
The snake crashed down headfirst with a deafening sonic boom, accompanied by the roar of thunder, echoing throughout the heavens and earth.

"You arrogant scoundrel!"

The old man in the green robe roared, and the nine-layered spiritual platform within his dantian trembled, with streams of magical power surging out.

Divine light surged around him, growing from faint to dazzling, illuminating the entire landscape.

A lightning bolt descended, while a divine light shot into the sky; the two attacks crossed the sky in an instant and collided.

Boom!

The heavens and earth shook, thunder serpents hissed, and divine light radiated in all directions. In less than a breath, the radiance collided with the thunder serpents a hundred, a thousand times.

Click!Click!
The divine light shattered, and the lightning serpent crashed to the ground.

Crackling!

In an instant, the earth cracked open, and armored soldiers and generals turned to ashes in the thunder.

Only one figure, braving the lightning, roared and howled, exerting all its strength to charge towards the heavens.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up slightly. This opponent was quite interesting, not comparable to the envoy he had killed outside Jinling City.

He slowly opened his outstretched palm, and the Five Thunder Pearls floated down from above his head into his palm.

Strands of five-colored lightning burst forth, rotating and endlessly regenerating.

Take a step forward, palm facing down
Press!
Boom!

The heavens and earth roared, five-colored lightning intertwined, and a giant five-colored hand appeared in the sky, obscuring the sun.

Like divine punishment, it pressed down on the figure.

The old man stopped in his charge, staring blankly at the rapidly pressing hand.

The scent of death filled my heart.

He didn't dodge, nor did he continue charging. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, looking into the distance, his expression filled with confusion and doubt, muttering to himself:
"why?"

boom!
The five-colored giant hand collapsed, erasing all traces.

……

A hundred miles away, an old man dressed in feathered robes and wearing a feathered crown sat cross-legged atop a mountain.

The body merges with heaven and earth, blurry yet real.

The old man in the feathered robe had cloudy eyes as he gazed at the lightning that enveloped the sky, his face filled with astonishment.

He raised his hand, then lowered it again, but never actually made a move.

Or rather, every time I want to make a move, a warning comes from the depths of my mind, as if there is an inevitable life-or-death danger.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you're quite amusing!"

The old man in the feathered robe murmured, his hands resting flat on his knees, no longer raising them.

He couldn't understand what kind of backup plan made him, who was at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage and almost stepped into the Golden Core realm, feel in danger.

However, no matter how many tricks you have up your sleeve, the final outcome cannot be changed by the overall trend.

The old man in feathered robes glanced deeply at the crimson shadow beneath the lightning, then slowly disappeared.

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were as deep as an abyss. He glanced at the somewhat blurry mountains and rivers a hundred miles away, then looked down at the scattered and fleeing cultivators.

A flick of the fingertip.

The Five Thunder Pearls float three inches from the palm of the hand.

hum~
The precious pearl trembled slightly, and bursts of lightning shot out, streaking across the sky and sweeping over the cultivators.

In an instant, charred corpses, like stalks of rice, fell to the ground, and then fell silent.

He continued forward, intending to slaughter tens of thousands of cultivators.

Meanwhile, the Ming army in the pass had received the news and marched out of the city toward the battlefield.

Meanwhile, throughout the Ming Kingdom, the Han Hai, Cang Lei, Zhuo Yang, and the remnants of the Qian Kingdom mobilized troops from all directions and rushed toward the border.

Crunch!Crunch!
Zhang Yuanzhu stepped on withered branches and fallen leaves, moving forward continuously, his back covered with blood and wreckage.

Begging for mercy, cursing, struggling—the outcome was the same: all ended in death.

tower!
He stopped and looked at the general who was leaning against the tree trunk, panting heavily.

This is a young man clad in armor, with half his face charred black and a single, ferocious eye.

"open……"

Stab it!

A bolt of lightning flashed, and the youth turned to ashes.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand and whispered:
"the last one!"

At this moment, the tension in my mind eased, and I stopped moving forward.

He took out the elixir from his storage bag, swallowed it in large gulps, and quickly restored his depleted mana.

Once his magical power had recovered somewhat, he took out a storage bag from his pocket.

This was the spoils he obtained after killing the Foundation Establishment Stage 9 elder.

With a light tap of the fingertip, patterns were generated, rapidly destroying the restriction.

It didn't even take the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Zhang Yuanzhu's spiritual sense could then probe into it, and spirit stones, spirit medicines, jade slips... all sorts of spiritual objects appeared in his mind.

The young man examined them one by one, and almost all of them were ordinary spiritual objects.

what!
Zhang Yuanzhu looked surprised, then tapped the storage bag with his fingertip, and a golden light flew out and hovered in front of him.

This crescent-shaped golden stone has strands of golden lightning moving within it, giving it a strange and peculiar feel.

It is as magnificent as fire and as fierce as thunder.

The young man stretched out his palm, examined it carefully, and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

"Its power to ward off evil is quite rare, and it can be considered a rare stone with lightning attributes."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled.

In this way, the second rare stone for tempering the skin was found.

With a flick of his wrist, he put the strange stone away.

He then leaned against the tree trunk and focused all his efforts on restoring his magical power and vital energy.

As night fell, they set off again, roaming the border between Ming and Yan, launching successive attacks, assaulting the army, and killing Foundation Establishment cultivators.

One day like this!
This has happened for two days in a row!!
This has been going on for three days straight!!!

Until the forces of Zhuoyang, Canglei, Hanhai, and the remnants of Qian Kingdom gathered at the border, the forces of Xuanqing Temple in the border region had been wiped out.

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanzhu led his army directly into the Qian Kingdom.

The flames of war have reignited!

Time flies like water; in the blink of an eye, two months have passed.

Lin'an, the capital of Qian.

This capital city, which had been breached many times before, is once again launching a campaign.

Outside the city walls, red-armored soldiers stood like clouds, and the air was thick with the scent of war.

In the vast sky, powerful figures stood tall, their killing intent bursting forth.

Inside the city, disciples dressed in ancient Taoist robes stood on the city wall, their faces filled with sorrow and a sense of impending death.

An old man with a hunched back stood on the city wall, looking down as if searching for something, but could only see pairs of fanatical eyes.

The old man pressed his hands firmly against the city wall, his heart filled with resentment and despair.

Defeat after defeat, retreat after retreat, a large number of Xuanqing Temple disciples and elders died in the Qian Kingdom, and even two successive Xuanqing True Persons died.

With the temple's resources nearly exhausted, they still saw no hope of victory.

In such a desperate situation, what were the sects thinking? Why didn't they intervene and instead ordered them to defend the Qian Kingdom to the death?

"Emperor Ming!"

The old man muttered to himself, his heart filled with resentment.

This is the person who changed everything, killing two successive Xuanqing Zhenren and burying hundreds of thousands of Yan soldiers.

Now, with three independent lineages and a defeated opponent, they have been forced into this situation.

Outside Lin'an City, behind the army, atop the majestic mountain.

A red figure stood with a ruler slung over his shoulder, gazing at the city in the distance.

Behind him, figures stood silently.

These figures, each a Foundation Establishment cultivator of noble status, could only stand at the back with a respectful posture.

There are elders of various lineages, leaders of small factions, and powerful rogue cultivators.
Qi Heng gazed at that tall, slender figure and stepped out of the crowd.

Clasping hands in a fist and bowing!
"Your Majesty, the land of the Great Ming Dynasty and the territory of the Qian Kingdom, as long as we control the territory, we will completely eradicate any forces of the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce."

"Can!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were half-closed, a look of pleasure on his face.

He has always been a vengeful person, and the Xuanqing Temple and even the Yan Kingdom are nothing more than a dying struggle.

Now that he has the time, he is naturally willing to take revenge and collect some interest.

He casually placed his palm on the long, white ruler and slowly began to speak:
"Fellow Daoist Feng, Qiandu Lin'an, you shall come and reclaim it."

His voice was low and his tone was unpredictable.

(End of this chapter)