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Chapter 348 Shocking Change! What a bunch of useless trash! (4000)

"As it should be!"

Feng Xintang took a step forward, her pretty face showing seriousness.

Her cloak billowed behind her, her halberd trembled in her hand, and her eyes burned with intense passion.

"Lin'an was lost from our hands, and it is only right that we take it back. Fellow Daoists, we have already done enough in our campaigns to get here."

As the words drifted by, he nodded toward the crimson shadow.

Immediately, he transformed into a rainbow of light and charged into the army.

At the same time, powerful figures from the Qian Kingdom emerged from the crowd atop the mountain, bowed and saluted the young man, and then charged into the army.

At that moment, the vast army began to move with a roar.

Battle formations were formed, and long howls filled with killing intent echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"This battle will recapture Lin'an!"

"Break through the capital, slaughter the Yan invaders, and avenge the blood feud of our nation!"

"Kill! Kill!! This battle will not end until every drop of blood is shed."

Among the many forces that Ming Kingdom gathered, the remnants of Qian Kingdom always had the highest fighting spirit and killing intent towards Yan Kingdom.

Now, the opportunity to correct mistakes and rebuild the nation is before us. No cultivator who still cherishes the Qian Kingdom and has ever lived on this land can remain indifferent.

One by one, the cultivators clad in black armor gathered in formation, resembling millstones, advancing forward in a fierce attack.

One by one, Foundation Establishment cultivators, wielding spiritual weapons, charged desperately, attempting to break through the magic array.

The siege had just begun when it reached its most intense moment.

Blood fell like a torrential rain, limbs and armor fragments flew everywhere, and the city walls trembled as rubble fell.
Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the fierce battles before Lin'an City, his face calm and expressionless.

If the Qian Kingdom wants to be restored, it must demonstrate the necessary strength as a shield so that the lineage behind it can see and understand.

Recapture of the former capital Lin'an was undoubtedly the best choice and the easiest arrangement.

The young man pulled himself together from his scattered thoughts, his brow furrowing slightly.

However, the conquests of the past two months have been far too successful.

Or rather, Wuliang Palace truly followed the rules and did not send any support, relying entirely on Xuanqing Temple to withstand the pressure on its own.

As far as he knew, Wuliang Palace had always been untrustworthy, so how could it be so honest?

Various thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanzhu's mind, but he could not see through the other party's true purpose.

He has too little information.

Time passed by, second by second, and no one knew how much time had gone by.

"The city is broken!"

Qi Heng's soft voice interrupted the young man's thoughts.

Zhang Yuanzhu turned his gaze toward Lin'an, the capital city.

The once majestic city walls are now riddled with holes, and many sections have even collapsed.

One by one, cultivators clad in black armor, led by Foundation Establishment cultivators, charged frantically along the collapsed area.

Beams of divine light shot out, annihilating a large number of armored soldiers in an attempt to seal the breach.

"The Yan invaders deserve to die!"

Feng Xintang shouted loudly.

The halberd swept across the sky, shattering the divine light and killing the cultivators within it.

Both sides fought fiercely, using every means at their disposal.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, his arm resting on a long ruler, and he spoke softly:

"The Xuanqing Temple is even more frail than we imagined."

"Such a large city, yet it is only guarded by two Foundation Establishment cultivators. Your Majesty, it is already at its end."

Qi Heng sneered, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

During the two-month campaign, many disciples of the Han Hai lineage died in the battle, so he naturally harbored murderous intent towards the Xuan Qing Temple.

"With the fall of Lin'an, the former territory of the Qian Kingdom will surely be fully recovered, and we may even be able to occupy the Yan Kingdom as well."

One of the cultivators, his eyes burning with fervor, made a suggestion.

By attacking the Yan Kingdom and destroying the Xuanqing Temple, they will inevitably gain a large amount of resources, and their Taoist tradition will become even more profound.

In an instant, the cultivators standing behind the young man were all tempted.

However, their gaze remained fixed on that tall, slender figure, awaiting the Emperor's decision.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head.

"Be patient for now, this matter is not urgent!"

For him, restoring the Qian Kingdom was enough; anything more would be meaningless and might even benefit others.

The group of cultivators nodded slightly; no one objected, and they turned their attention back to the battlefield.

The remnants of the Qian Kingdom have already entered Lin'an and begun their final purge; the campaign is about to come to an end.

"it's over!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, his five fingers gently stroking the long ruler.

There will be no more large-scale conquests; the remnants of the Qian Kingdom alone will be able to reclaim all their homeland.

As the young man pondered the path ahead, the crimson jade slip in his bosom, which connected him to the Mountain Lord, kept flashing.

Messages traveled across mountains and rivers to reach their destination.

"The attack on Immortal Soldier Valley caused heavy losses to Sword Sect and Blood Sea. The other five major lineages also suffered considerable losses, with some even having their lineages severed, resulting in a significant depletion of the sects' vitality."

"From now on, do not return to the lineage, and do not support the sect."

"After recovering the Qian Kingdom, never set foot in the Yan Kingdom."

"The scorching sun is nothing to worry about."

Instructions were conveyed from the jade slip.

Zhang Yuanzhu fell silent, his five fingers gripping the long, white ruler tightly, his gaze fixed on the location of the Boundless Palace.

It is unknown how much time passed, but until only cheers remained in Lin'an City.

The young man murmured to himself:

'Is this the method you prepared?'

'Sacrifice the Xuanqing Temple to draw the attention of everyone in Immortal Soldier Valley to this battle, then launch a surprise attack on the mountain gate.'

He looked helpless, and there were still many details that remained unanswered.

For example, how can the opponent approach the sect without being detected? Even if a sect with a history of thousands of years is weak or careless, it is not so easy to be ambushed.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of turbid air.

"A bunch of trash!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

All plans have to be changed.

Turning around, facing the assembled cultivators, he spoke directly:
"Qi Heng led the Canghai lineage, cooperating with the remnants of the Qian Kingdom, to quickly recover all of the Qian Kingdom's former territory."

"Remember, kill everyone from the Yan Kingdom, the Xuanqing Temple, and the Wuliang Palace. Do not let a single one escape."

"The lineages should be separated; they should not be gathered together."

Qi Heng didn't know why the young man gave such an order, but he could hear the seriousness in his words, so he didn't hesitate at all.

"I will now lead the lineage on its journey."

"it is good!"

As his words drifted away, Qi Heng leaped down and disappeared into the army.

Zhang Yuanzhu then turned his gaze to a tall woman:

“Feng Ling, you will lead the Azure Thunder lineage and half of the Ming Kingdom's soldiers to ‘sweep’ the entire territory that has now been recovered from the Qian Kingdom.”

He paused, tilted his head slightly, and looked at an elderly man in the crowd.

"Elder, lead the remaining army back to reinforce and stabilize the Ming Dynasty. Kill any troublemakers!"

"Maintain the few immortal cities near the sect's territory."

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke, issuing a series of orders.

However, each command is given and carried out separately to avoid gathering together.

The cultivators accepted the order, bowed, and departed.

On the earth, the vast army, like a boundless ocean, transformed into several streams, flowing away in different directions and slowly disappearing from sight.

Soon, atop the great mountain, only the young man stood alone. Below the mountain, all was empty and desolate.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped the gleaming white ruler with his five fingers, his eyes flashing as he analyzed the situation:
"The Immortal Soldier Valley suffered heavy losses, but it was not destroyed and still has the ability to resist. The forces of the Wuliang Palace's surprise attack will naturally suffer some losses."

"If we fail to break through Immortal Soldier Valley with one strike, we will have to retreat. If we can also eliminate one of Immortal Soldier Valley's prodigies, that would be even better."

The young man's expression was calm, and his emotions did not change much.

He can't hide; he even has to step forward, otherwise...
A series of old friends flashed through Zhang Yuanzhu's mind, and a gentle smile appeared on his lips.

He was the Ming Emperor, and some things he had to do were matters of imperial responsibility.

He took a step forward, stepping into the air. A strong wind blew, his red robe fluttered, and his black hair danced wildly, exuding an otherworldly charm.

After taking a few steps, they arrived above the capital city of Lin'an, looking at the blood-stained streets and the cultivators who were either laughing or crying.

The youth landed, and a wisp of crimson-gold flame rose from beneath his feet, spreading and transforming into a sea of ​​fire.

As Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward, burning away all the blood and debris, the flames brushed against the cultivators, yet felt like warm sunlight, healing their injuries.

"The capital Lin'an has been recovered. I will sit here, regulate the yin and yang, and control the overall situation. You may all step down and go to reclaim our lost territories."

"When the mountains and rivers are restored, the Qian Kingdom will be re-established."

The young man's voice was calm and convincing.

One by one, the armored soldiers rose, bowed, and withdrew from the city.

Feng Xintang walked out of the city, her face showing worry.

She felt a sense of unease; this was the first time since they had met that he had changed his plans. What had happened?

Her red lips parted slightly, but she didn't know where to begin.

"I'm here, no need to think too much."

Zhang Yuanzhu reached out and patted the woman's shoulder.

"Lead the army away from Lin'an and go to reclaim the remaining lands."

"Brother Dao, take care!"

The woman clasped her hands in a fist salute, walked past the young man, and slowly departed.

Many armored soldiers followed closely behind.

As dusk settled, the once bustling capital city became deserted and silent, resembling a ghost town.

Zhang Yuanzhu wandered within the city, burying array plates and setting up array flags, inscribing patterns on them.

He took into account the terrain, set up an array, and took out a fragment of the Myriad Dragon Bell (a Daoist artifact fragment) from his bosom and placed it at the core of the array.

At the same time, he slapped his storage bag, and a pitch-black coffin flew out. The golden-armored corpse stepped out of the coffin and stood guard around it.

After everything was arranged, Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged in the center of the city and looked up at the bright moon in the night sky.

If an attack were to occur, he would bury many of his enemies here.

Even a Golden Core cultivator would have to retreat and fear something of the Daoist master.

Various thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanzhu's mind, but in the end, they were all cut off one by one.

There's no point in overthinking; everything is already prepared.

Next, all I can do is improve myself.

After two months of fighting, his cultivation level has improved considerably.

Realm: Foundation Establishment Level 4 (89.56%)

He is about to reach the end of the fourth level of Foundation Establishment, and in a month at most, he will be able to advance another level.

Now is the perfect time to focus on cultivation. If I can break through, I will be more confident in facing attacks.

Without hesitation, he took out the meteorite and placed it on his abdomen.

Crackling!

Thunder erupted, enveloping his body and surging into his dantian.

His mind trembled slightly, absorbing wisps of lightning and transforming them into magical power.

The young man sat cross-legged here, practicing his spiritual discipline day after day without ever slacking off.

Fifteen days later.

One by one, figures clad in ancient Taoist robes stood in the sky, looking down at the crimson figure with expressions of astonishment and awe.

"I feel danger; if I make a move, I risk my life."

A blurry figure spoke to the old man in feathered robes beside him.

"Could it be that the temple's analysis is wrong, and that the Thunder Talisman is actually a Golden Core True Monarch Talisman?"

"This is the only way. We cannot withstand a blow from a Golden Core cultivator, especially in our current state."

The two leaders were talking, their eyes occasionally glancing down, their eyes filled with regret.

In this attack on Immortal Soldier Valley, the three major temples of Qianjie, Yuyang, and Mingxin acted simultaneously, killing seven Daoist lineage masters and severely damaging the entire Immortal Soldier Valley.

During this period, a battle between Golden Core True Monarchs occurred, causing the collapse of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

However, their condition was not good either. Many fellow cultivators perished, and even the Golden Core True Monarch of the Fang family left early, rumored to have suffered injuries.

"Leave now, and do not cause any further trouble. Every True Immortal of Condensed Fiend is a treasure of the sect, so do not waste them."

"But this person is too talented, and may be a problem in the future."

The old man in feathered robes looked solemn; his opponent possessed extraordinary talent.

"Fellow Daoist, you have considered this well. The passes are like sacred mountains, each one more difficult than the last. Countless peerless geniuses have fallen before these passes, not to mention..."

The blurry figure seemed to have thought of something, a hint of mockery in its expression:
"He comes from a lineage of magic, and even the peak of the Qi Condensation stage might not be able to reach that level. As for the Golden Core stage, does Zhuoyang have such a lineage?"

The old man in the feathered robe remained silent, then gently nodded his forehead.

Let alone the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage, even within the entire Immortal Soldier Valley, how many of the so-called Golden Core inheritances of the seven major lineages are achieved through mere chance and are almost impossible to replicate?

After a few words of conversation, figures began to disappear from the sky, and one by one, the True Immortals departed.

If they could kill them easily, they would naturally be happy to do so. Since it requires taking risks, they can deal with it another day.

Soon only the old man in feathered robes remained in the sky, his eyes dark as he stared at the crimson figure.

The palm was slowly raised.

A divine light emerged from the horizon, covering the entire capital city in the blink of an eye, transforming into a gigantic palm of light.

Such a scene is too terrifying; a vast land and a capital city are nothing more than objects in one's grasp.

kill!

The palm suddenly pressed down, the giant hand overturned, carrying the will to destroy everything.

At the same time, the old man in feathered robes vanished and disappeared into the distance, no longer caring about the outcome.

Zhang Yuanzhu opened his eyes, his double pupils deep and unfathomable, and gazed up at the sky.

"come yet?"

A thought came to my mind.

Square formations rose into the air, array flags fluttered in the wind, and patterns covered the earth.

Centered on the youth, the entire area within a radius of three hundred miles is shining and burning, like a great sun rising.

At the same time, beneath Zhang Yuanzhu, the fragments of the Myriad Dragon Bell trembled slightly, and an inexplicable aura surged forth.

It was thin, yet mysterious and unpredictable, which made the great formation much stronger.

A palm strike, a burst of energy, drew ever closer until they made contact!

Rumble!
Amidst the deafening roar, the great formation resembled a candle flickering in the wind, cracking open and on the verge of shattering at any moment.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, his double pupils scanning his surroundings as he searched for the attackers, the fragments of the Myriad Dragon Bell beneath him ready to strike at any moment.

"No, they've left!"

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly.

He made a quick decision, his hand fell, and he scooped up the Wanlong fragment.

At the same moment, the Xuan Kong Platform in his arms shattered, and his figure vanished without a trace.

Click!

The great array supporting the giant hand shattered with a deafening roar, and boundless radiance poured down.

In less than an instant, the entire capital was engulfed by divine light and turned into dust.

A thousand miles of rivers and mountains, all buried and obliterated!
Thousands of miles away, in an empty place, a pitch-black rift appeared.

A crimson figure fell out.

As soon as Zhang Yuanzhu appeared, he surveyed his surroundings and, after confirming that there was no danger, looked toward the direction of Lin'an City.

(End of this chapter)