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Chapter 350 The Seven Great Dao Lineages Discuss, Sacrifice! Sacrifice? (4000)

In an instant, the bronze palace fell silent, and pairs of horrified eyes darted around the throne and dragon chair.

They had never seen such a blatant challenge to the authority of the Dao lineage.

They had witnessed firsthand the unruly nature of Zhang Yuanzhu, the seventh member of the Immortal Soldier Valley.

"Insanity!"

"Yuan Dynasty is Yuan Dynasty, what Ming Dynasty is this?"

The being seated on the right, bathed in golden light, sternly rebuked.

His aura burst forth unrestrainedly, like a blazing sun suddenly appearing, fiery and domineering.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arms flat on his knees, looked up with an indifferent and calm expression.

"That was the dynasty I established after killing two Xuanqing True Persons and destroying the Xuanqing Temple. It was a promise made by Yixing, Lianbing, Jianzong, and Yushou together."

"By the way, I also ran over a fake Tai Ri Daoist outside the capital city."

After a pause, the young man's lips curled into a smile, and he whispered:
"If you want to take it, then come on! Let me see how much strength you have left, and whether you can withstand another attack from a Golden Core cultivator?"

The being seated on the right, shrouded in golden light, dissipated the golden glow, revealing a tyrannical old face, his eyes fixed intently on the crimson shadow.

"You're asking for it, beggar!"

"You old pig and dog, I'll send you to your death."

Zhang Yuanzhu was not to be outdone and responded sharply.

In an instant, the entire bronze hall was filled with killing intent, and all the cultivators felt oppressed.

"enough!"

The valiant young man, seated on the central throne, looked at the old man with a cold and stern expression.

"At this critical moment for your sect, you're still resorting to underhanded tactics and unable to let go of grudges. What are you trying to do?"

At this moment, not only the Tai Ri Dao lineage, but even Zhang Yuanzhu felt a sense of astonishment.

He had already prepared to smooth things over with the other lineages, and even to favor Tai Ri.

Before the young man could think further, another cold snort came from the throne, which was engraved with countless divine swords:

"Elder Jin, all four of our lineages have already made a promise regarding this matter, and we have also informed Tai Ri. What is your intention in bringing this up again now?"

buzz~
The throne trembled slightly, and the engraved divine sword twisted as if it were about to come to life.

Strands of sword energy burst forth, breaking through the aura emanating from Elder Jin.

The old man's face darkened. He glanced at the people beside him, but ultimately didn't press the matter. He changed the subject, his voice cold and hard:
"Second proposal: The Qian Kingdom is fully restored and the Ming Kingdom is newly established. Strengthen the border forces of the Qian Kingdom, monitor and delay the Wuliang Palace, and dispatch the necessary forces."

As the words drifted by, the eyes of the many mountain lords flickered, but none of them spoke.

They're not fools. The so-called 'delay' and 'surveillance' are just a way to use their flesh and blood to warn the sect and buy them time.

After an unknown amount of time, a figure dressed in a green robe stood up.
Clasping hands in a fist and bowing.

"Esteemed seniors, the Black Horn lineage is willing to travel to the border of the Qian Kingdom to atone for the loss of the Qian Kingdom."

At that moment, another plump middle-aged man, wearing a blue cloud-patterned Taoist robe, stood up with a smile.

"As a newcomer to the Qingyun lineage, I am willing to contribute my modest efforts."

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable. His gaze swept over the two of them, as if he were deep in thought.

Both the Black Horn Lineage and the Azure Cloud Lineage possess the formidable strength of a True Immortal of Condensing Fiend, yet they are now simultaneously heading to the border of the Qian Kingdom.

The stern expression on the handsome young man's face softened, and he gently touched his forehead.

"Good. After you go to the frontier, keep a close eye on the movements of Wuliang Palace and make sure this never happens again."

"I will certainly not disappoint my seniors."

The two officials nodded and then sat down.

The dashing young man surveyed his surroundings and spoke:
"It's not entirely safe for just the Dharma lineage to go. Which fellow Daoist is willing to take the trip?"

"Beast Taming Dao Lineage, willing."

"The beast taming losses in this battle are considerable. Let my Tai Ri Dao lineage make a trip."

The old man in the golden robe suddenly spoke, interrupting the Beast Taming lineage.

Immediately, many lineages nodded in agreement, offering no rebuttal.

“Alright, then I’ll trouble you to go there soon. Afterwards, I will give you the list of the spies that the sect has planted in the Boundless Palace, so that you can better guard against the Boundless Palace.”

The valiant young man slightly tucked his chin, looked at the long sword on his lap, and began to confess.

At this moment, right next to the boy's left, the throne, engraved with the image of a surging sea of ​​blood, dissipated the blood mist around it, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes.

Eerie and ferocious!
This extremely beautiful woman, dressed in a blood-red skirt, had her exquisite figure partially obscured.

The woman parted her blood-red lips slightly:

"Three discussions: the survival of the sect and the affairs of Wuliang Palace."

The woman in the blood-red robe rested her hand on the armrest.

"Within the Demon-Suppressing Pass, all disciples of the Boundless Palace were slaughtered. We intended to let the demonic path enter the Ancient Cliff Mountain, but alas..."

"They actually refused to go in."

The woman's face was mocking as she tapped her knuckles together, producing a metallic clanging sound.

"The disciples of the Golden Light Pavilion have replied that the Golden Light Pavilion is neutral and will not interfere in the affairs of the two sects."

“Senior, these things must have been done by the Boundless Palace. They have already made arrangements with the surrounding sects; their intentions are malicious.”

A middle-aged man wearing a white robe with cloud patterns stood up from behind, his face full of indignation.

The woman glanced at the middle-aged man and nodded slightly.

"What Master Chuyun said is correct. This attack by Wuliang Palace is not the end, but the beginning. More suppression and methods are to come."

"This battle has already severely damaged the sect, and my Blood Sea Dao Meridian Golden Core is seriously injured."

The moment those words were spoken, the cultivators were horrified.

The Blood Sea Dao Cultivation lineage has a Golden Core True Monarch, who is severely injured.

At this moment, even Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly. The existence of a Golden Core True Monarch in the Blood Sea Dao Cultivation was indeed unexpected.

But would such a confidential message be revealed publicly in the main hall?

The woman in the blood-red robe, seemingly oblivious to the group's reaction, parted her red lips slightly and continued speaking:
"Golden Core True Monarch, as a pillar of the sect, you must recover from your injuries as soon as possible to deal with the proposal from the Boundless Palace and the Blood Sea Dao Clan."

The woman stood up, her blood-red robe billowing, her eyes fierce.

"He slaughtered the mortal ants within the thirty-six Dharma Lineages and seven Great Dao Lineages, healed the Golden Core True Monarch, and repaired the Dao artifacts."

boom!
All the cultivators of the Dharma lineage were shaken to their core, as if they could see rivers of blood flowing and billions of lives wailing in agony.

"The paper dolls, aligned with the Dao lineage, slaughtered mortals to heal the True Lord's wounds!"

"The Sword Sect agrees: for the sake of the sect, we must sacrifice our mortal lives!"

"The Yi Xing Dao lineage recognizes the slaughter of mortals, but the blood relatives of sect cultivators should be spared."

"The Tai Ri Dao lineage agrees, but they are nothing more than mortal ants. It is their honor to be able to heal the True Lord."

"The Beast Taming Dao lineage is no different!"

"Identification with the Dao lineage of weapon refinement."

In an instant, the seven major meridians spoke up in unison, agreeing to this move, clearly indicating that they had already discussed it beforehand.

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the dragon throne tightly with his five fingers, his double pupils coldly staring at the seven figures on the throne, his heart boiling with killing intent.

Magic!

Only two words were in my mind.

And those who follow the demonic path should all die.

"The lineage of Chu Yun is recognized!"

"Recognition of the Netherworld Lineage!"

"Black Horn Lineage Recognition!"

With the seven major lineages reaching a consensus, many other lineages spoke up, agreeing to the killing.

Because there was no other choice!

For a moment, only voices of agreement could be heard inside the bronze hall.

It is unknown how much time has passed, but all seven major lineages and twenty-three Dharma lineages have passed this selection.

Only Zhuoyang, Hanhai, Canglei, and Biluo, who was cultivating in seclusion, remained silent.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly rose, his ethereal figure radiating a chilling killing intent, his pair of pupils as deep as a galaxy. "The Ming Kingdom and Zhuoyang will never agree to this kind of slaughter."

On the bronze chair of the Vast Ocean Dharma Lineage, an old man wearing a blue Taoist robe trembled all over, but still managed to stand up.

With the mountain lord Qi Heng absent, he arrived in place of the lineage, recalling his senior brother's dying words of advice.

"Only by befriending heroes in humble beginnings can one attach oneself to the wings of a great roc and achieve success in the heavens!"

The old man's voice was hoarse, but extremely resolute.

"The Vast Ocean Lineage does not condone such slaughter."

"The Azure Thunder lineage will not raise its butcher's knife to deal with ordinary people of the lineage."

In an instant, four figures stood up abruptly, facing the seven major meridians.

At this moment, none of the sects united by Zhuoyang retreated; they all gathered to oppose this decision.

The woman in the blood-red robe stood with her hands behind her back, coldly watching the four figures. Her gaze only lingered briefly on Chen Zijing and Zhang Yuanzhu.

"The True Lord's injuries have not healed, and his Dao artifacts are broken and cannot be repaired. Who will fight against the Boundless Palace? Who will support the Immortal Weapon Valley? Are you still me?"

"It's not that we enjoy killing, but that the Boundless Palace has forced us to do this."

"Or do you believe that Wuliang Palace will not launch another attack, and that the two sects can coexist peacefully?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze did not waver in the slightest. He took a step forward and walked directly to the front of the Dharma lineage.

Zhuoyang, Canglei, and Hanhai followed closely behind.

"Wuliang Palace is trying to appease the puppet sect in Xi'an and persuade the Golden Light Pavilion in the south. Such actions reveal their ambition to annex sects."

"However, there is no need to restore the Golden Core True Monarch, no need to repair the Dao artifact. Give me time, and I will surpass my predecessors and quell all chaos."

The young man spoke solemnly, enunciating each word carefully.

"Crunch! Crunch!"

"Hahaha!"

The woman in the blood-red dress chuckled softly at first, then threw her head back and laughed loudly.

The handsome young man sitting upright on the central throne also had a smile on his face.

Some mocked, some shook their heads, some ridiculed...

The seven major meridians reacted differently.

After an unknown amount of time, the laughter gradually subsided.

The woman drew her red lips and whispered:
"Do you know what the Condensing Fiend Realm is? Do you understand what a Golden Core True Monarch is?"

"You're not even at the Condensation Realm, so what makes you think you can surpass your seniors and quell everything?"

“The world’s most talented individuals, peerless geniuses, and divine sons of sects have all fallen before the Golden Core. You are utterly ignorant.”

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward, his illusory robes billowing like flames.

tower!
The footsteps fell like the beating of war drums.

An aura of unwavering confidence, a belief in victory in every battle, permeated the bronze hall.

“Starting from Jiangshui City, all the enemies I encountered, including Guya Mountain, Zhuimao Mountain, Xinghai, and Yaotu, were defeated by me.”

tower!
"None of my peers are worthy of my attention. Even if you are at the same level as me, you are nothing more than a palm strike away."

tower!
"If I do not achieve the Golden Core stage, who among all cultivators in the world can achieve it?"

The defiant voice echoed within the bronze palace.

The young man stopped ten paces away from the woman, his double pupils burning brightly, as dazzling as the sun.

He scanned the seven major meridians and grinned.
"After twelve years of cultivation, I reached the twelfth level of Qi Refining. After another four years of cultivation, I reached the fifth level of Foundation Establishment."

"It won't take long. Give me twenty years, and neither the Boundless Palace nor the puppets will stand before me."

Heaven and earth fell silent, and everyone stared blankly at the illusory crimson shadow.

Like the sun, it is intense and dazzling, yet one cannot look away for a moment.

The woman in the blood-red dress remained silent, her eyes revealing a deep ripple of emotion.

Sixteen years of cultivation to reach the fifth level of Foundation Establishment—such an achievement is truly astonishing.

Although the Blood Sea Dao Clan lived in seclusion and rarely interfered in the internal affairs of the sect, they had still heard of Zhang Yuanzhu's name.

However, she had never imagined that the sect's prodigies would be like this: fierce, confident, and...

kindness!

Call ~
The woman exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly sat down.

Her eyes were half-closed, and her two jade-like arms were placed flat on her abdomen.

"How can the future of the sect be entrusted to the hands of a Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

The woman shook her head, her voice turning cold.

"Ordinary life is like grass; once cut, it will soon grow back, even more luxuriantly."

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you're too soft-hearted!"

The young man fell silent, gave the woman a deep look, and then scanned the various Dao veins.

He turned around and looked back at all the lineages that had been established.

Every face is etched in my memory.

He stepped back and sat upright on the dragon throne once more.

Time passed by, and after about two hours, the sect's discussion finally came to an end.

The valiant young man from the Refining Weapon Dao lineage stood up, holding a long sword in his hand.

"Fellow Daoists, this meeting is now adjourned. Please depart."

As the words drifted away, the figure slowly disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was cold as he was about to leave when a look of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

The illusory image could not be dispelled.

His expression remained unchanged as he leaned against the dragon throne, seemingly lost in thought.

The people from the seven major lineages had already left one after another, and the many lineages behind them also got up and walked out of the bronze hall.

Gradually, inside the bronze hall, apart from the young man sitting on the dragon throne, there was no one else in sight.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
Half an hour!!!

At the very front, the bronze throne shone with rays of light, and figures appeared one after another.

Five figures—Refining Weapons, Taming Beasts, Sword Sect, Chess Star, and Blood Sea—sat upright on their thrones, gazing at the young man.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, his gaze fixed ahead.

Their gazes met in mid-air as they sized each other up.

The woman in the blood-red dress remained as indifferent as ever, and spoke directly:
"No matter how much mortal essence and blood one possesses, it cannot heal the injuries of a Golden Core True Monarch."

A ripple stirred deep within Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes.

If that's the case, then what we just did was just a performance by the five major meridians in front of us, or rather, a deception.

"Is it the sun or a paper figure?"

The young man murmured, as if he had just realized something.

It seems that not everyone in Immortal Soldier Valley is a fool.

The old man, clad in a star-studded robe and wearing a star-studded crown, patted his palms together and exclaimed in admiration:
"Truly a prodigy unseen in a thousand years by the sect."

After a pause, the old man's voice took on a cold stern tone:
"The Tai Ri Dao lineage colluded with the Wu Liang Palace to conceal their tracks and even revealed the flaws in the Dao artifact."

A valiant young man from the Refining Weapon Dao lineage, wielding a sword in one hand, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Now it seems that the Qingyun and Heijiao lineages are also connected to Tai Ri and need to be completely eliminated."

"The Blood Sea Dao Lineage True Monarch was injured. The cause and effect of this should be repaid by the entire Tai Ri Dao Lineage."

The woman in the blood-red dress had a chilling expression.

The Blood Sea Dao lineage originally favored the Paper Doll and Tai Ri lineages, but this time their own Golden Core True Monarch was severely injured, so they naturally wanted to retaliate against the instigator.

Zhang Yuanzhu listened to the conversation among the five Daoist lineages, his eyes gleaming, his arms resting on the armrests:
"What do you need from me?"

(End of this chapter)