Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 355 The Paper Doll Hunter (4000 words)

The golden-armored corpse, with skin that looked as if it were cast in gold, was now completely blood red, a sign that its blood had not yet been fully refined.

For months, the corpses of his enemies had piled up like mountains.

The vast majority of the harvested cultivators' essence and blood, the flesh and blood of Foundation Establishment cultivators, and even the remains of Condensing Fiend True Persons were placed into the coffin.

The strength of the corpse refiner naturally increased greatly, and he climbed several steps up to the ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

Zhang Yuanzhu had a thought.

bang~
The coffin lid flew off, and a figure sat up from inside the coffin.

In an instant, a thick stench of blood filled the hall.

The young man stared at the corpse being refined, expressionless. He raised his arms, his five fingers shifting as he cast a series of spells.

Hehe~ Haha~
Blood spurted from the corpse, and remnant souls emerged one after another, accompanied by cries, laughter, and angry roars of resentment.

In the end, they were all swallowed whole by the golden-armored corpse and turned into provisions.

The young man unleashed a series of hand seals, continuously stimulating the Yin energy and resentment within the crimson flesh, accelerating the refining of the golden-armored corpse's remains.

The process of refining the corpse lasted for half a day before it finally ended.

He then took out a book from his pocket containing the spell for the Thunder God Sword and began to read it.

Wielding sword to control thunder, wielding the punishments of heaven and earth, and following the righteous path of all living beings.
A ripple stirred deep within Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes; this thunder technique was somewhat unexpected.

He raised his palm, and lightning emanated from it, transforming into a purple longsword.

He gripped the sword tightly with his five fingers and swung it slowly.

Boom!

Thunderbolts appeared out of nowhere and swept across the hall.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly. Apart from condensing the Thunder Sword, he did not use any magic power.

He continued to wield the longsword in his hand.

boom! Boom! !
A continuous rumbling sound emanated from within the palace.

After an unknown amount of time, the thunder subsided, and a crimson figure sat upright on the dragon throne, a smile playing on his lips.

"The person who created this thunder technique is extraordinary!"

This thunder technique involves the Dao, and every move it makes subtly aligns with the thunder of heaven and earth. It explores the Dao of thunder through the sword, progressing from shallow to deep.

If he were an ordinary person, he would naturally not be able to succeed in cultivation, at most he would only be able to master a relatively strong thunder technique, but for him, this was the first opportunity to understand the Daoist principles in advance.

With a thought, Zhang Yuanzhu dispersed the thunder sword in his palm and began to carefully study thunder magic.

From then on, he practiced magic and improved his cultivation during the day, and assisted the golden-armored corpse in refining its blood at night.

He was so engrossed in his spiritual practice that he was unaware of the passage of time.

A month and a half later.

Zhang Yuanzhu suddenly awoke from his cultivation, reached into his robes, and took out an array plate.

This is a projection device given to me by the elder of the Yi Xing Dao lineage, which can also be used for long-distance communication.

At this moment, the patterns on the array plate flickered and radiant.

The young man had deep, double pupils. He reached out his palm and lightly tapped the array plate with his five fingers.

call out!
A burst of light erupted, floated up, and transformed into a phantom draped in a star-patterned robe.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his hand, his face expressionless.

"What do you want from me?"

The old man from the Yi Xing Dao lineage first surveyed the palace, his gaze lingering for a moment on the golden-armored corpse below the steps, before speaking:
"Wuliang Palace questioned the sects and destroyed the Xuanqing Temple. Was this your doing, young friend?"

Zhang Yuanzhu relaxed, leaning back lazily on the throne, and chuckled softly:
"So what if it is? So what if it's not?"

"At this point, it's a fight to the death, so why bother looking back?"

The old man gave the young man a deep look, and he already had an answer in his heart.

'He's truly a vengeful person.'

The old man quickly recalled the past, wondering if his family's lineage had offended the Ming Emperor.

Probably not. You have to understand that the other party is a true disciple of our family, personally recruited by us. There must be some connection between us.

"Young friend, don't overthink it. Wuliang Palace and the sect are mortal enemies, so the sect naturally won't offer any explanation."

"Furthermore, several powerful members of the Beast Taming Dao lineage, armed with heavy weapons, have gone to the border of the Qian Kingdom to keep a close watch on the Boundless Palace."

"However, the border is vast and cannot be completely sealed off. Young friend, you must be wary of attacks from Wuliang Palace."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered, and he tapped his knuckles lightly on the armrest.

"I understand. Please tell me."

He paused, then continued:
"If that's all there is to it, please leave. I still need to cultivate."

The young man immediately began seeing them off, not wanting to talk much.

The old man, clad in a star-patterned robe, looked helpless and revealed his true purpose:

"The Paper Doll lineage has defected and entered the Ming Dynasty. They are heading towards the Demon Suppression Pass."

In an instant, Zhang Yuanzhu straightened his spine, like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed, accompanied by thunderous roars.

"You should have known long ago that the Paper Dolls have ulterior motives."

"If I'm not mistaken, the one who wanted to sacrifice my Zhuoyang lineage was the Paper Dolls lineage."

"Given this situation, how can we possibly allow them to escape Immortal Soldier Valley?"

The old man remained silent and did not respond, but simply gazed calmly at the young man.

Sensing the old man's attitude, Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, his emotions churning. He seemed to have grasped something, and slowly exhaled.

"You did it on purpose!"

The old man in the star-patterned robe suddenly looked up, his eyes showing astonishment.

Immediately, they patted each other's hands and exclaimed in praise:
“Young friend, your wisdom is no less than that of any outstanding person, and everyone has underestimated you.”

After a pause, the old man began to explain:
"The Paper Doll Dao Lineage is a lineage that evolved from the inheritance seized by the Puppet Sect during the sect's heyday. Unfortunately, the inheritance is ultimately missing and incomplete."

"For thousands of years, whether for inheritance or resources, they have always been connected with the Puppet Sect Paper Man Peak."

"With such actions, the remaining six major lineages of the sect will naturally become separated from the Paper Doll lineage and will be wary of each other."

"Over the years, both sides have become increasingly aggressive and can no longer coexist. In that case, we must either destroy the Paper Doll lineage or let it go."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep and serene, and his hand fell from the armrest to rest on the long ruler at his waist.

"So you chose to let it go, and now you're going back on your word?"

"It's not that we chose to let it go; the situation was such that we had no choice but to do so."

The old man in the star-patterned robe shook his head and said bluntly:

"The Puppet Sect has spoken, and the Paper Doll Daoist lineage has responded. If they do not agree, it will be another war."

"However, we cannot let them leave intact; we must pay a price."

"Seven days from now, two hundred thousand miles west of Zhenmo Pass, a hunt for paper figures will take place. This old man has come to invite you, young friend?"

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent and did not respond immediately.

He has a grudge against the Paper Doll Cult, and if possible, he would naturally want to exterminate them all, but this trip will at most involve killing.

Thoughts of a young person.

After a long while, he gently nodded his forehead.

"I agree."

Upon hearing this, the old man in the star-patterned robe smiled.

"Alright, we'll meet in seven days, two hundred thousand li west of Zhenmo Pass. Conceal your aura and do not reveal your identity."

As the words drifted away, the illusory image dissipated, and the array plate returned to calm.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped the array plate with his fingertip, added a layer of restriction to the array plate, and then put it into his storage bag.

This move will not only prove the results of my training over the past month, but will also allow me to slay my enemy.

Moreover, it is essential to kill as many paper dolls as possible.

Zhang Yuanzhu's thoughts drifted, his gaze falling to the corpse-refining area below the steps.

The crimson color faded from the corpse, leaving it entirely golden, exuding a powerful aura.

This refined corpse, through refining, has already refined all the flesh and blood it devoured, reaching the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage. It can now melt and refine baleful energy, attempting to break through.

However, the corpse refinement improved too quickly, and the foundation became too fragile. If one is not careful, not only will one not be able to break through, but the corpse refinement itself will also be destroyed.

"Let's consolidate it for a while longer, then we can choose the right evil energy."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

In the blink of an eye.

The golden-armored corpse lay back in the coffin, and the coffin lid was closed.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the black coffin was drawn into his bosom.

The next moment, the young man stood up, put the Measuring Ruler into his dantian, took out the Purple Lightning Spear and carried it on his back, his eyes flashing with dark light that enveloped him.

It was like a great demon.

With one step, the figure vanished.

Six days later, at night.

A tall, slender figure stood at the foot of the mountain, enveloped in dark light, blending into the night. Zhang Yuanzhu observed his surroundings and saw hidden figures, each possessing considerable aura, all using secret techniques to conceal themselves.

Time passed second by second, the night gradually faded, and the first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the clouds and fell upon the earth.

However, in the next instant, darkness returned to the world.

A thick black fog rolled in, obscuring the sky and the sun.

Twisted shadows appeared and disappeared in the mist, and pieces of pale paper fluttered and danced in the air.

'coming. ’

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

He grinned as he looked at the group of cultivators who remained completely still.

With each step, a domineering aura bursts forth, as if from a demon or monster.

Boom!

A billowing aura, like smoke from a wolf's beacon, tore through the black mist, revealing cultivators riding on paper beasts and paper boats.

He pulled out the Purple Lightning Gun with his palm facing backward.

Strands of dark light clung to the gun.

Retract your arm, draw your gun!
kill!

The black spear tore through the sky, stirring up layers of storms, and hurtled towards the heavens.

In an instant, the white paper tore apart, the cultivator exploded, and blood fell like a torrential rain.

It was brutal and bloody!
"Who dares to offend us?"

Whoever it is, kill them immediately!

Roars of fury descended from the heavens.

The swirling mist twisted and blocked the spear, while giant palms slammed down, their killing intent resolute.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were icy cold as he laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Fellow Daoists, what are you still hesitating for? Kill these demonic villains!"

Boom!

A sword aura rose up and shattered the giant palm.

It was a masked figure who gave the young man a deep look before drawing his sword and charging towards the sky.

At the same time, an even more explosive force rose from the earth, like a volcanic eruption, about to incinerate everything.

One figure after another appeared, staring coldly at the black mist in the sky.

kill!

Various lights burst forth, surging towards the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu recalled his spear, stepped into the air, and charged forward.

The spear danced like a demonic dragon.

Dark light flashed from his eyes from time to time, tearing apart magical artifacts and destroying spiritual weapons, bathing the group of cultivators in blood as he advanced.

“Those demonic cultivators from Fallen Demon Mountain dare to ambush us? Do they know the purpose of our trip?”

A thin, middle-aged man dressed in a loose black robe stood on the paper boat and questioned him sternly.

Behind him, a group of young cultivators stared at the youth with hatred.

It's too tragic. The person in front of me has killed too many people.

Regardless of strength or weakness, gender or masculinity, anyone who is seen will die.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were indifferent as he began his sole response.

Step forward, retract your arm, and draw your gun!

Roar!
The gun shot out like a dragon, ferocious and explosive.

"kill!"

The middle-aged cultivator looked up to the sky and roared, causing all nine spiritual platforms to tremble, his magical power surging like a river.

Sheets of white paper fall from all around, forming all sorts of things in the world.

Wild beasts, houses, palaces, flying boats, and trees formed a white world that met the spear.

The two traversed the vast sky, drawing ever closer!

near!!
Approaching!!!
Until they touch!

There was no stalemate; the dragon instantly pierced through the countless sheets of paper and struck the paper boat.

Boom!

The paper boat exploded, and blood and bits of paper flew everywhere.

In less than a breath, all the cultivators on the ship were dead.

"You scoundrel, die!"

A powerful cultivator roared, blasting his opponent aside before unleashing a devastating attack.

The giant hand covered the sky, its five fingers like mountains, each one flawless.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood holding his gun, his face as cold as ever under the dark light, looking up with his head held high:

"For someone like you, entering the Puppet Sect is nothing more than a matter of resources."

As the words drifted by, a dark light appeared in his eyes, transforming into two demonic swords.

It breeds destruction and slaughter!
It was as if countless living beings were wailing and lamenting.

He obtained the Eye Technique of Annihilation from the Black Corner Secret Realm, and has already cultivated it to an extremely profound level.

With each killing, each life-or-death struggle, his mastery of secret techniques improved.

At this moment on the battlefield, no matter where you are, you will unconsciously turn your gaze to this place.

Zhang Yuanzhu ignored all the stares.

A thought.

Two demonic swords soared into the sky, possessing neither overwhelming power nor imposing might, but only an unwavering will to destroy everything.

And so they met the giant hand.

In an instant...
Boom!

A deafening roar echoed across the sky and the earth.

The two demonic swords clashed wildly with the giant hand, exchanging blows hundreds of times in just a few breaths, until they were both annihilated in the sky.

The paper-figure Daoist Master Ning Sha was once again entangled and unable to make a move.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the battlefield and then began hunting down other paper-doll Daoist cultivators.

The spear was brandished, its dark light flashing, and blood stained the mountains and rivers red.

From dawn till dusk, the many attackers from Immortal Soldier Valley gradually departed, leaving behind a ground littered with wreckage.

The young man stood in the sky, dispelling the dark light around him to reveal a crimson robe. He looked at the remaining paper figure's Dao lineage with some regret.

He turned and headed towards Jinling.

"Young friend, won't you return to the sect with us?"

An elderly man dressed in a star-patterned robe approached from afar to inquire.

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head.

"I need to stay in the Ming Kingdom. Please let me know when the Tai Ri Secret Realm will be open."

"it is good."

The old man looked bitter; the other party still didn't trust the sect.

However, the deep-seated hostility of the past is gone.

After exchanging a few words, the two parted ways.

Zhang Yuanzhu transformed into lightning, traversing the heavens and constantly moving away from the battlefield.

After traveling for about an hour, he suddenly stopped, his double pupils narrowed, and he looked down at a mountain.

Or perhaps, a figure draped in a green robe atop a mountain.

Standing no more than seven feet tall, it seemed to fill the heavens and earth, taller and more majestic than the mountains beneath its feet.

Zhang Yuanzhu's arms hung naturally at his sides, his head slightly tilted to the side.

"Chen Guang, the master of the Black Horn Dharma Lineage!"

He raised his palm, and with a flick of his fingers, a long, gleaming white ruler appeared in his hand.

"Since you've managed to escape the sect's pursuit, why not live like a rat in a ditch instead of daring to appear before me?"

"You are here."

With each step, the measuring rod of heaven is raised.

Thunder arose out of nowhere, crisscrossing and filling the sky.

The ruler, sharp as a sword, slashed down with a deafening roar.

"court death!"

(End of this chapter)