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Chapter 373 Zhang Yuanzhu: Drink tea, then die! (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu stood tall in the sky, his breathing steady, without the slightest trace of the chaos that comes with battle.

His red robes fluttered in the wind, his black hair flowed freely, and he had a pair of deep, eerie eyes.

"Too much nonsense."

The young man strode forward, following a mysterious path, and raised his palms to form a hand seal.

At this moment, the man draped in a cyan-gold cloak frowned, a strangely familiar feeling washing over him, and his mouth opened:

"This is this"

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was indifferent, his palm hand seals shifting constantly as he softly chanted:
"The radiant Qingyang sun shines eternally, its Daoist energy endures!"

Thunder roars from the heavens, heed my command!
Wood brings forth life, and thunder transforms into form!
Destroy evil and destroy the body, purify both spirit and soul!
"Imperial Edict!"

Dark clouds surged forth, obscuring the sky, while cyan-gold lightning, like a thunder dragon, roamed freely.

A majestic and righteous force, capable of vanquishing demons and evil, permeated the heavens and earth.

The young man, with thunderclouds above his head and azure-gold lightning around his body, looked down and formed the final hand seal in his palm:

"Azure Sun Demon-Slaying Thunder, kill!"

Boom!

Thunderous upheaval, coalescing and transforming, finally coalescing into one.

In an instant, a pillar of cyan-gold lightning descended from the heavens, piercing through the earth and containing a domineering will to annihilate all evil.

At this moment, the man who witnessed everything felt his eyes tear at his heart, and he roared to the sky:
“You stole the Daoist Thunder Technique and used it to kill me. You demonic villain, even if you die and your Dao is destroyed, it will not be enough to atone for your sins.”

The man, clad in a cyan-gold cloak, was enraged. His nine spiritual platforms trembled simultaneously, and his baleful aura, laws, and spiritual energy mingled and surged forth.

Raise both arms and form hand seals.

A blue sun suddenly appeared before him, without the usual explosive force, but instead carrying warmth.

With one step, one merges into the blue sun.

kill!

The sun shone brightly in the sky, and lightning struck down; the two collided with a deafening roar.

There was no deafening roar, nor endless strong winds or brilliance.

The only scene is one of thunder and the sun eroding and crushing each other.

Whether it was thunder or the blue sun, the power of their attack was concentrated to the extreme, confined within a radius of a thousand meters.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

The azure sun shattered, the thunder dissipated, and the boundless energy surged across the eight directions, sweeping across mountains and rivers.

The space was like a mirror, cracking inch by inch.

A crimson figure, with a golden bell atop its head and an imperial sword in hand, charged downwards against the spatial fragments.

The Emperor's Sword was wielded, its dazzling sword energy illuminating the void with domineering and violent power.

The bell tolled incessantly, shattering fragments of space and creating ripples.

The men of Qingyangzhai, showing no weakness, charged forward, their blue-gold cloaks fluttering, smoothing out the ripples and obliterating the sword energy.

Various spells, like a torrent, accompanied the advance, attacking and sweeping forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu and the men from Qingyangzhai, both exerting all their strength, began the most intense battle.

Sword energy clashed with azure light, bell tolls intertwined with roars, and fists collided with spells.

Every now and then, blood splattered, staining the void.

The two fought to the point of madness!
Stab it!

The lapis lazuli cloak shattered, and sword marks spread from the arm, nearly cleaving the man in two.

Crimson Shadow was also struck by the magic, her arm flesh torn apart, revealing stark white bones.

Wow! Cough!
The man coughed up blood and began to retreat uncontrollably, struggling to fight back, but could only retreat further and further.

'If defeat is imminent, leave for now, go back to recuperate. It's not worth risking your life fighting with someone of such unorthodox methods.'

The thought of retreating surged uncontrollably into the man's mind, his eyes filled with conflict.

Zhang Yuanzhu naturally noticed this hesitation.

"In this life-or-death struggle, you dare to hesitate? You will surely die!"

Zhang Yuanzhu roared to the sky, the Emperor Sword strapped to his back.

With each step, ripples spread outwards, an indescribable power pouring forth into the void.

Arms raised, palms extended, fingers changing six times in an instant, each change representing the pinnacle of a spell.

Magical power and vital energy surged forth like waves, reflecting various scenes.

Snowflakes fall, red lotuses emerge, the sun, moon, and stars revolve endlessly, the ancient gate that stands tall between heaven and earth, and the crimson dragon that coils around the mountain of knives.
These images swirl around the arm, each surge of power boosting the fist forward!
forward!!
Keep going forward!!!
The fist was dazzling, its light unparalleled, engulfing the void.

Above and below, there was nothing but the light of fists, and all was silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the light faded, revealing the true face of the battlefield.

Zhang Yuanzhu's arm pierced through the enemy's heart, extinguishing all hope of survival.

He slowly withdrew his arm, shaking off the blood, and gazed at the fallen wreckage before speaking:
"I won!"

In a fair fight, he killed his opponent head-on.

And it was time for him to leave.

A thought came to my mind.

He collected the debris from the void, then surveyed the surrounding area to make sure nothing was missed, before transforming into a rainbow of light and disappearing.

Not long after Zhang Yuanzhu left, cultivators who sensed the fluctuations of magical power in the area gathered around. Gazing at the void that stretched for hundreds of miles and the vanished Shouyi Gate, they were all speechless.

Then, inform your own lineage as quickly as possible.

the other side.

The Emperor Sword swept across the sky, and Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged on it, his palm outstretched, a blue storage item appearing between his fingers.

With a light tap of his five fingers, he broke the restriction, and his spiritual consciousness surged into it.

In an instant, a smile appeared on the young man's face.

In the blink of an eye, a blood-red bead flew out of his storage bag and hovered in front of him.

Patterns and runes floated around the pearl, like chains wrapped around it, sealing off its energy.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze and carefully examined the area.

With a flick of his fingertip, a burst of lightning erupted, tearing through layers of runes and breaking through the restrictions.

He grabbed the Blood-Burning Bead with his free hand, examined it several times, and only put it away after confirming that there were no problems.

Afterwards, the spiritual sense continued to search the storage bag, and streams of light flew out from it.

There are wooden boxes covered with restrictions, ancient jade slips, and various jade books and Taoist scriptures.

The young man's lips curled slightly, and he chuckled softly.
"Compared to demonic paths and unorthodox sects, fighting against the righteous path yields the greatest rewards."

Demonic and unorthodox cultivators, when facing imminent death, will destroy the items in their storage bags immediately to prevent them from falling into enemy hands, unlike the righteous path.

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled, grasped the jade slip, and began to read it.

There are Taoist scriptures, miscellaneous notes, explanations of formations, and even a method of deduction called "Qing Teng Yan Tian Shu".

He only glanced through it briefly before putting away the jade book that recorded the methods of deduction.

It was too complicated and energy-consuming. The formations, body tempering, cultivation methods, and spiritual awareness methods had exhausted his mental strength, leaving him unable to cultivate anything else.

After briefly categorizing the jade slips and books, he turned his attention to the wooden box covered with restrictions.

His sleeves swung.

Click! Click~
The wooden boxes were opened one by one, revealing a precious ginseng shrouded in blood mist, a jade liquid of alternating purple and red hues, and crystal-clear flowers.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze went directly to the liquid placed in the middle.

He sensed the thunder and flames contained within the liquid; the two energies were almost perfectly integrated.

Fingertips reach out and gently touch the liquid.

He sensed the tingling and burning sensation, and a look of understanding appeared in his eyes.

I once saw the Purple Extreme Thunderfire Jade Liquid in an ancient book. It is a precious liquid formed by the fusion of thunder and heavenly fire, and it is extremely valuable.

It can enhance the physical body and pure magical power. However, for Zhang Yuanzhu, the most important thing is to temper his eyes. The previous lightning-attribute elixir was already refined several days ago.

Now we can continue refining and advancing the body tempering technique.

Lost in thought, he pulled the wooden box in front of his eyes, circulated his internal energy, and streams of liquid flowed into his eyes.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the jade liquid was completely absorbed.

Afterwards, Zhang Yuanzhu examined the remaining spiritual items in the wooden boxes one by one, and found that they were all precious.

Thousand-year-old blood ginseng is a precious medicine for replenishing qi and blood and healing injuries.

Snow Crystal Ice Flower is a rare treasure with ice attributes, which can be used as the main material for forging evil weapons.

With a flick of his sleeve, all the treasures were collected.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, his aura spreading freely without any concealment.

Instead of going to the valley to meet up with Fayan and Fading, he controlled the Emperor Sword and headed in the opposite direction.

He wanted to fight to the death with the various sects of Yushenyuan in the vast world to determine who was superior.

Bloodshed and carnage once again swept across the land.

The sect that guarded itself was destroyed, and the True Man Ning Sha of Qingyangzhai perished.

Enraged, many righteous sects began a manhunt for Zhang Yuanzhu, following the aura he had revealed.

Both sides went all out, employing every means at their disposal, resulting in a far more brutal conflict than initially anticipated.

Blood fell like rain, staining the sky and earth red; mutilated corpses fell to the roadside; shouts of killing and roars never ceased, spreading from north to south.
The land stretched for millions of miles, and numerous powerful cultivators roamed freely, unleashing their fury, only to leave behind a scene of devastation. Unable to slay their enemies, they themselves perished one after another.

They were surrounded and attacked seven times, but either escaped or were killed in retaliation.

All the pursuers were thrown into confusion and fear.
"A cultivator from an unorthodox sect has grown to this level?"

At the summit of the mountain, an elderly man in a blue Taoist robe gazed solemnly at the ruins not far away.

"What exactly did those unorthodox practitioners, who were driven to desolate places, experience over thousands of years?"

The old man murmured.

The four immortals around him were unable to answer, and could only stare blankly at the ruins of the destroyed immortal city and the corpse nailed to the center of the ruins.

Another True Person of the Condensing Fiend Realm has fallen.

In just one month, three True Immortals at the Condensation Realm died in the war.

It was too tragic!
Like a cold wind from the frontier, it roused everyone from their dream of prosperity, but also made them shiver with cold.

"That person is special. He is only at the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, yet he can fight against someone at the Condensation Realm."

"But I absolutely do not believe that all unorthodox cultivators are like this."

"However, we should indeed pay attention to remote places that have been neglected for thousands of years."

A burly man clad in iron armor, toying with a jade tablet in his hand, responded.

"Over the past few months, cultivators at the Foundation Establishment, Qi Refining, and Qi Condensation stages in front of the Green Wall have fought against unorthodox practitioners more than ten times, and we have won only about 10% of the battles."

"Many fellow Daoists and elders were drawn to the green wall and dared not leave."

"This is only the side sects. What about the demonic path, the evil sects, and the rogue cultivators who have been driven to the far south? What kind of fighting power do they have?"

After a few words, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

The ancestors drove away the enemies to guard the border and weaken the demon race.

The decision to stay in a place with the most abundant spiritual energy and resources seems to be somewhat biased.

"Don't overthink it. The righteous sects were able to win thousands of years ago, and they won't lose thousands of years from now. At worst, there will be another battle between good and evil."

The woman standing on the right had long hair that fluttered in the wind, her eyes resolute and cold, and her hands forming an inexplicable hand seal.
"For thousands of years, although we have been intoxicated by prosperity, we have not wasted our time."

Many of the officials nodded in agreement and did not refute it.

The victor should not fear the loser.

"I will go and collect your remains and send them back to Qingxin Pavilion. I will trouble you all to continue the pursuit of that junior."

The old man who spoke first walked towards the center of the ruins, drew his spear, collected the wreckage, and vanished in a rainbow.

"Alas, another fellow Daoist has fallen in battle. This is the third time Elder Qing has returned carrying a corpse."

"I wonder who it will be next time?"

Someone sighed, with a sorrowful expression.

Suddenly, a whisper interrupted everyone's reminiscences.

"I've found the person's trail."

The woman, who had been continuously performing hand seals, stopped what she was doing and turned to look south.

"It's only tens of thousands of miles away from us."

"Now that we've found them, let's kill them!"

The armored giant roared, his powerful aura soaring into the sky.

In the actual confrontation, they held an absolute advantage, but each time the opponent escaped, using various means to separate them and then ambush them.

In other words, it's a head-on confrontation, with four against one.

They will surely win!

In an instant, four figures took to the air and sped south.

Before long, five majestic mountains came into view.

The four immortals almost simultaneously turned their gazes toward the mountain peak located in the middle.

A crimson figure stood with a ruler slung over his shoulder, looking down.

Their gazes met in mid-air, one filled with murderous intent, the other with leisurely ease.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against the ancient tree, a slight smile playing on his lips, his hand resting on the long ruler.

"You are here."

It was like a greeting from an old friend, calm and gentle, without the coldness of the past.

"Those who follow unorthodox paths and are prone to killing will surely be condemned by Heaven."

"Seal off the space, freeze the heavens and earth, and do not let the thief escape."

"Make your move and kill him."

Each long howl shook the heavens and earth, and reverberated through time and space.

The four immortals marched forward side by side, ready to strike simultaneously and slay the enemy.

Zhang Yuanzhu's response was extremely simple: he raised his hand and formed a hand seal.

Boom!

Square array plates rose into the air, emitting rays of light; array flags stood upright, fluttering in the wind; array patterns appeared, spreading across the vast wilderness and filling every corner.

A vast array was completed almost instantly, covering an area of ​​a hundred miles and encompassing the four True Immortals.

"It's a large formation! Quick, break the formation!"

"Kill Zhang Yuanzhu, and the great formation will dissolve on its own."

In an instant, the four True Immortals split into two factions: some turned around to attack the great formation, while others continued to charge forward.

Zhang Yuanzhu simply lowered his hand, took out a cup of hot tea, slowly took a sip, and then raised it:

"The road to the underworld is long, may you all rest in peace."

Tick ​​tock!Tick ​​tock!
Tea drips down, but instead of sparks, they splash up.

The entire formation began to burn at that moment.

The array patterns melted, the array flags tore apart, and the array plate shattered, spreading an aura of destruction in all directions.

It was as if a sun had appeared on the earth, ready to burn everything.

Immediately afterwards, it suddenly exploded, completely disrupting the surrounding terrain, and then began to self-destruct along with the formation.

Heaven and earth were plunged into chaos, where spiritual energy, radiance, wails, and blood mingled and intertwined.

Only in the three inches of youth can one find peace.

Zhang Yuanzhu's teacup was filled with tea at some point, and he sipped it slowly, admiring the magnificent scene.

(End of this chapter)