Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 370 Can I Live? (4000)

Tower! Tower! Tower!
The footsteps were crisp and clear, not loud.

But at this moment, it overpowered the long howls and clearly reached the ears of every cultivator.

In an instant, everyone atop Dragon Head Peak, regardless of strength or weakness, good or evil, turned their gaze toward the source of the sound.

A tall, slender figure strode down from the foot of the mountain.

He was a handsome young man, his red robe fluttering in the wind like fire and blood, with a long ruler at his waist and a golden warhammer on his back.

Like a towering mountain, it pressed down upon us.

Some lost their fighting spirit and staggered backward; others turned pale and trembled.
Only when truly facing young people, and when practicing the righteous path, can one experience the overwhelming pressure.

“Zhang Yuanzhu, you are a bloodthirsty man, you deserve to die.”

"Born into unorthodox sects, not aspiring to the righteous path, but drawn closer to the demonic path."

"If we surrender, there is still a glimmer of hope."

Once they came to their senses, the group of cultivators responded with threats, persuasion, or roars.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped, rested his arm on the long ruler, and tilted his head slightly.

"Schemes and plots, can they stop me even an inch?"

The voice was calm and without the slightest ripple.

It seemed like he was talking to himself, or perhaps asking a question.

Suddenly, his five fingers gripped the measuring rod tightly.

Take a step, raise your arm.

Extend the ruler!

Click~
Space crumbled inch by inch, and the world fell into darkness.

A beam of pure white light separated the upper and lower parts, harmonized yin and yang, and became the sole source of light, occupying everything.

I don't know how much time has passed, whether it was a fleeting moment or an eternity.

The space closed, the radiance dissipated, and the world returned to peace.

Longshou Mountain disappeared entirely from its waist upwards; the mountain range stretching for hundreds of miles, along with half of its body and the creatures that lived on it, were all annihilated.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood holding a ruler, watching the figure struggling to get up from the rubble.

It was an old man with a pale face, his face covered with cracked skin, his eyes filled with terror, his body trembling, and he couldn't even hide his own demonic energy.

madman!

A complete and utter demon.

Without uttering a single wasted word, all living beings on Dragon Head Mountain were slaughtered.

All plans and schemes are just a joke at this moment.

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward, leisurely and carefree, like a noble young master enjoying a spring outing.

The old man's expression grew increasingly panicked, yet he lacked even the courage to try and escape.

boom!
He knelt on the ground, his head hanging down.

His mouth opened tremblingly, a thousand words unspoken, yet at this moment only seven words remained.

"I have value, I want to live."

The voice carried a plea.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked up to the old man, slowly raised his hand, and placed the long ruler on the old man's shoulder, whispering:

"I heard!"

bang~
With a sweeping motion of the long ruler, the old man's head exploded, and blood and bone scattered everywhere.

The headless corpse lay flat on its back, lifeless.

At this moment, Fazhi and Fayan, who were far away, also arrived in the ruins of the mountain. Looking at the corpses on the ground, their eyes revealed disgust.

"The Puppet Sect has actually infiltrated the Guardian Sect. I wonder how many other sects have been infiltrated in this way?"

After a pause, Fa Yan spoke again, his expression sincere:

“Brother Dao, I want to leave this corpse here as a warning to all sects.”

Qingyangzhai and Buddhist temples belong to the same orthodox path, and therefore require some reminders.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep, and he slung the measuring ruler at his waist:

"It's up to you, but no matter how much demonic influence there is, it won't be as direct and explosive as my killing. It won't change anything."

“It’s different. The evil scoundrels are hiding in the shadows and pose a greater threat. We must issue a warning.”

Fayan spoke, put his hands together, and bowed deeply.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, ignoring the matter, and began to examine his surroundings.

He wanted to ensure that all his enemies were dead and that not a single one escaped.

Walking through the ruins, the young man suddenly stopped, his brow furrowed, and looked down at the ground.

"This is?"

He sensed a unique energy hidden beneath the mountains, appearing and disappearing intermittently.

One step down.

Boom!

An immense force was unleashed, sending shards of stone flying and dust billowing.

A huge crater appeared, piercing through the earth.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaped down and landed directly at the bottom of the pit.

A massive dragon head came into view.

The young man gripped the long ruler tightly with his five fingers, examining the broken dragon head.

Only brown bones remain of the dragon's head, almost blending into the surrounding rocks, with a smooth and flat fracture point.

“A dead dragon.”

"No, this doesn't seem to be a real dragon?"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

He sensed something was wrong. The dragon's head seemed identical to that of a real dragon, but the aura it emitted was subtly different from that of a real dragon; in fact, it was more like one.
Thunder Spirit!

A powerful thunder demon born of nature.

Zhang Yuanzhu made a judgment.

He had seen the remains of a true dragon in the Beast Taming Secret Realm, and had also killed a Thunder Spirit at the border.

After observing the surrounding environment, the young man turned his gaze to the right eye of the 'dragon's head,' which was also the source of the special energy.

The eyes, the size of a house, were not empty; instead, they were filled with azure lightning.

These bolts of lightning flowed like liquid, occasionally emitting a dragon's roar.

"The Dragon Thunder Liquid of the Awakening of Insects, Brother Dao, what a fortunate opportunity!"

A gentle laugh came from beside the young man.

Fayan, having arrived at the bottom of the pit at some unknown time, gazed at the liquid flowing within the dragon's head and explained:
"This is an extremely precious lightning-attribute elixir, formed from the elixir nurtured by powerful demonic beasts after they die and endure years of thunderstorms. It is extremely valuable."

"However, this dragon beast is buried deep in the mountains, where even lightning cannot strike it down. How could it have given birth to such a precious liquid?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu released the long ruler from his hand, and it fell naturally to his sides.

"This is Lei Ling!"

"Is that so? If Lei Ling dies, he will carry the thunder of heaven and earth with him. Over a long period of time, he may form such a precious liquid."

The woman understood; she had finally realized the truth.

Fayan carefully examined the precious liquid, and after a moment, his brow furrowed slightly.
"The precious liquid is still one step away from being formed. It needs sufficient fighting spirit to stimulate the Daoist essence within the thunder, and then it will be fully formed."

"The will to fight?"

"I see."

Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward.

Boom!

An aura of fighting against heaven and earth, of eternal victory, rose up.

Invisible ripples brushed over every tiny corner of the passageway.

The moment this aura came into contact with the lightning liquid in the dragon's eye.

Crackling!

The liquid thunder boiled, and the roars of dragons echoed out, shaking the pit.

Finally, the azure liquid gathered, transformed, and became a small azure dragon.

The young man gently waved his hand.

The small blue dragon in the right eye of the 'Dragon Beast' floated down to the palm of its hand, dancing and moving, sometimes turning into azure liquid, sometimes coalescing into a dragon shape.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a smile, a hint of pleasure in his unexpected gain.

The body-refining technique to temper the eyes can begin.

With a flick of his sleeve, Lei Ling's skeleton was also retracted.

He turned around and looked at the woman:
"After this trip, we will both need to spend some time in meditation to digest what we have recently gained."

Zhang Yuanzhu seemed to be alluding to something, saying that not only had he benefited greatly from the more than a month of fighting, but the two Buddhist disciples had benefited as well.

After all, he had been killing his way through the land, and the two women had been guiding him on his journey, making his Buddhist nature increasingly profound.

"Okay, some of the lessons learned are indeed worth reflecting on."

Fa Yan nodded. It would be better to have less killing.

The two then leaped out of the tunnel and returned to the ground.

Fa Yan flicked his sleeves, and a streak of light flew out, transforming into a blue flying boat suspended in the sky.

She transformed into a ray of Buddha's light and ascended directly onto the flying boat.

"Brother Dao, please!"

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanzhu leaped up.

The young man stood on the deck, gazing at the Buddhist inscriptions around him, sensing the Buddhist light permeating the surroundings. He walked to the stern and sat down cross-legged.

Then, the law mandated that they pilot flying boats and roam the skies.

Fayan sat cross-legged at the bow of the boat, chanting Buddhist scriptures softly, his body radiating a faint Buddhist light.

Both sides consciously refrained from disturbing each other.

As the young man made his decision, a formation plate flew out, landed on the deck, and transformed into a basic formation.

He planned to cultivate himself on the flying boat for a period of time.

He opened his palm, revealing a small, azure-blue dragon.

Without hesitation, I placed it flat in front of me.

The six spiritual platforms within his dantian vibrated, and magical power surged forth, beginning to circulate according to a specific trajectory.

The lightning liquid in his palm drifted out, like mist and clouds, and entered his eyes.

In an instant, a tingling and cooling sensation came from my eyes.

The Dragon Thunder Liquid from the Awakening of Insects dissipated in wisps, quickly entering the eyes, enveloping the pupils, and continuously refining them.

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

All the lightning liquid in his palm was absorbed by his double pupils, adding a touch of purple-gold to his clear black and white eyes.

Zhang Yuanzhu carefully observed the speed at which the lightning liquid tempered his eyes, and speculated in his mind:
"The tempering process should be completed in at most half a month."

He had mastered three different eye techniques, giving him a profound understanding and application of the eyes, which naturally allowed him to refine them at an extremely fast pace.

If one has all the necessary lightning-attribute treasure liquid, one can complete the seventh level of the Body Refinement Technique in less than three months.

The young man focused on cultivating the body-refining method, waiting for his eyes to adapt to the tempering.

He reached into his robes and took out a crimson pearl.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze and carefully examined the fire core of the Foundation Establishment Peak cultivator.

This was his spoils from the Tai Ri Secret Realm, one of only two remaining fire cores. (The other was at the Qi Refining level.)
He has been cultivating for more than half a year, his cultivation is stable and he has made great progress. He can consume it again to improve his cultivation.

Once the decision was made, there was no more hesitation; the hand was raised and swallowed in one gulp.

The teeth chewed like sharp swords, pulverizing the fire core.

In an instant, streams of energy, like a vast ocean, surged towards his dantian, seeped into his spiritual platform, and enhanced his cultivation.

A crimson-gold radiance emerged from his body, spreading outwards before being blocked by the array.

He focused all his energy on refining the fire core, immersing himself in the rapid improvement of his cultivation.

Time flows like water, passing swiftly.

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

Zhang Yuanzhu's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Crackling!

A flash of lightning streaked across the sky and then dissipated.

He looked inward into the depths of his mind, and above the Seven Treasures Tree, the three-colored divine light intertwined and flickered, transforming into a mirror that underwent slight changes.

Realm: Foundation Establishment Level 6 (85.59%)

In just six months, he has almost completed a small stage.

He was confident that he would break through and reach a new level within two months at most.

Such a speed of cultivation is extremely fast, unmatched by any living being throughout history.

After that, he devoted himself to cultivating the "Record of Purple Lightning and Green Frost," followed by his comprehension of thunder magic.

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his chin on one hand, pondering his cultivation plan.

Suddenly, the boat stopped.

"Brother Dao, we've been stopped."

An apologetic voice came from outside the formation.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, removed the surrounding array, and looked ahead.

Two figures stood in the sky, blocking the flying boat. Each of them exuded an aura unique to the Condensing Fiend Realm.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue Taoist robe, with long hair cascading down his shoulders, had blue eyes that shone like a bright and dazzling sun in the sky.

An elderly man dressed in a Taoist robe, wearing a crescent-shaped crown, with a ruddy complexion, exuded magical power that surged like a tsunami.

The old man held up a headless corpse and spoke in a loud voice:

"I am Yong Xin, the sect leader of Shouyi Sect. Thank you three for finding the demonic villain hiding in our sect."

The old man raised the wreckage in his hand, threw it to the ground, and his ruddy face became solemn.

"But kindness is kindness, and enmity is enmity."

"In the past month, 374 disciples of the Shouyi Sect have perished at your hands. This grudge must be avenged."

As the words drifted by, the old man stretched out his right hand and placed it on his left shoulder.

Under the astonished gazes of everyone, he suddenly exerted his strength.

Stab it!

His entire left arm was ripped off and thrown next to the remains of the demonic path.

"Break off an arm to settle this karmic debt; after that, fight to the death and take full responsibility."

The old man was calm and composed, as if he had not severed his own arm.

At this moment, even Zhang Yuanzhu fell silent. He stepped forward with his ruler, walked out of the flying boat, and faced the two immortals directly.

"Guarding one gate is a good job!"

"The righteous path also has its merits."

The middle-aged man, who came from Qingyangzhai and Qingyang Daoyuan, glanced at the old man with a hint of worry.

Immediately, he clenched his fists, staring at the crimson figure, his blue eyes revealing coldness and killing intent.

They don't need to kill the other party; they only need to delay for a moment, and many fellow cultivators will arrive, leaving their fate to be decided.

"The righteous path is glorious, with countless geniuses and outstanding individuals. It has no need for a heretical cultivator to evaluate it."

"Today, whether they are heretics or scum of Buddhism who collude with unorthodox sects, they will all be buried here."

With each step, his aura surged forth, like a blazing sun, radiating boundless light and heat.

At the same time, Yong Xindao, the sect leader of Shouyi Sect, took out an ancient treasure mirror from his bosom and stepped forward into the air.

Two powerful auras pressed down, as if from immortals or gods.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were half-closed.

A thought came to my mind.

A tall figure appeared beside him.

The jade-armored corpse was covered in a pale yellow aura, with a blood-red pearl on its head and a pair of golden eyes silently gazing ahead, like a silent divine mountain.

Under the young man's direction, they walked towards the old man with the missing arm.

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the long ruler tightly with his five fingers and took a step forward.

Having already traversed space, the long ruler, gleaming with a white light, pointed towards the middle-aged man's head.

Fierce and violent.

The middle-aged man's eyes were cold as he raised his hand and formed a hand seal.

Boom!

A burst of azure light erupted from his body, radiating brilliance and transforming into countless divine swords that filled the sky and pierced towards the long ruler.

Snap! Snap! Bang!
The long ruler shattered the countless green swords, cutting through the light like an eternal celestial ray, which landed on the middle-aged man's brow.

Dang~
A phantom image of a golden bell appeared, blocking the attack.

"Thief!"

The middle-aged man roared, his palms flashing with incantations, unleashing spells that tore through space, transforming into a torrent that surged forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, wielding his gleaming white ruler with ease, shattering the spell, and then striking the golden bell once more.

Bang!
The illusory image of the golden bell exploded, and the middle-aged man staggered backward, his eyes filled with shock.

This is a Foundation Establishment cultivator, how could he be so powerful?

He was not a newcomer to the Condensing Fiend Realm, but a powerful figure who was about to break through and take a step into the Condensing Fiend Realm, yet he was at a complete disadvantage in the brief exchange.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were strange. His opponent's magic was not bad, and his magic power was also pure, but his fighting spirit was appalling.

Such a cultivator can be killed within twenty moves.

If a secret technique is used, the next move will be...
A fight to the death!

"In such a privileged environment, you are pitifully weak."

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in his tracks and looked down.

(End of this chapter)