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Chapter 378 This is a battle, not a game! The Uncrowned Clan! (4000)

The city lord of Qiandao City trembled slightly as he looked at the storage bags piled on the cloud bed. He opened his mouth, but could not utter a single word.

He clasped his hands in a fist and bowed deeply to the group of cultivators, his devotion sincere and earnest.
"I will never forget the help you fellow Daoists have given me."

As the words drifted away, the storage bags in front of him disappeared one by one.

The Lord of Qiandao City straightened his back and began bidding again:
"Six hundred and eleven thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly gripped the long ruler with his five fingers, his gaze sweeping over the many cultivators, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Qingyangzhai, this sect is quite interesting. It fears no one among the righteous cultivators.

Just as the young man was about to speak, a whisper entered his mind:
'This senior brother from Qingyang Daoist Academy is causing discontent among the cultivators. The tide has turned, and the situation is irreversible. Do not compete in the auction; you will lose the hearts of the people.'

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, glanced at the figure clad in a black Taoist robe, and murmured:
"Seven hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

The voice was deep and calm, yet it conveyed the intentions of all the cultivators.

I want the Golden Thunder Liquid!
Many cultivators in the square clenched their fists and looked up at the sky.

The city lord of Qiandao City also gritted his teeth, staring intently at the Azure-Gold Thunder Sun.

The young man, dressed in a black Taoist robe, sighed softly and fell silent.

If the senior brother from Qingyang Daoist Academy is still unwilling to back down after being reminded to this extent, then it is no longer his own business.

"Seven hundred and thirty-one thousand two hundred and sixty-five high-grade spirit stones!"

The City Lord of Qiandao spoke in a hoarse voice; these were all the high-grade spirit stones he possessed.

"Eight hundred thousand high-grade spirit stones!"

The voice once again emanated from the azure sun.

In an instant, the Lord of Qiandao City turned ashen-faced, his path severed.

No, there is still a chance.

This disciple of Qingyangzhai is not very strong.

The Lord of Qiandao City had a ferocious look in his eyes, and a thousand thoughts surged in his mind, but in the end they all turned into one.

The great principles must not be abandoned!
At this moment, Elder Yan also started making bids, but no one competed for him in three consecutive bids.

"The Golden Lightning Liquid was acquired by Fellow Daoist Qingyangzhai and is now available for trading."

Without hesitation, Zhang Yuanzhu waved his free hand, and eight storage bags floated down in front of the old man.

After confirming everything, Elder Yan tossed the stone box into the air, sending it streaking across the sky towards the azure sun.

At this moment, the City Lord of Qiandao's magical power surged and then subsided, his aura churning erratically.

There was no movement until the stone box fell into the azure sun.

"Ah!"

A slightly disappointed chuckle drifted through the air.

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the stone box, his eyes deep and unfathomable, and glanced at the Lord of Qiandao City.

He then began to examine the lightning-attribute elixir, and after confirming that there were no problems, he put it into his pocket.

The auction is still going on.

A jade-colored gourd floated out from a crack in the high platform, surrounded by a faint blue mist.

Old Yan reached out and took the gourd, gently shaking it.

Wow! Wow!
With the sound of flowing water, vegetation grows and flowers bloom around the high platform, making it seem like a fairyland.

Amidst the intense gazes of many, the old man slowly spoke:
"I'm sure you fellow cultivators have already guessed that the last item in the auction is baleful energy!"

"Wood-attribute evil energy—Yi Wood Yin Sha, traded for various treasures. You may send me a telepathic message."

In an instant, the square fell silent.

Zhang Yuanzhu also sent a piece of precious wood that he possessed as a token of the transaction.

About an incense stick later, Elder Yan put the jade gourd back.

"The auction for the Yi Wood Killing Energy has ended."

She paused, then whispered:

"At this auction, I have been entrusted by a private individual to reveal a secret that you are all welcome to hear."

Old Man Yan swept his gaze across the group of cultivators, uttering each word clearly:
"The Uncrowned Clan of Qingmu Mountain, after thousands of years, will once again enter the world and gather heroes from all directions and righteous geniuses within the Holy City."

boom!
The cultivators were in an uproar, and a clamor arose from all sides.

"The Uncrowned Clan, what kind of clan is this, daring to be so domineering?"

“Fellow Daoist, your lineage is shallow. I have heard of this family, which is said to have once rivaled Qingyangzhai, but for some reason disappeared without a trace.”

"However, every now and then, members of our clan will enter the world and travel the world. There are very few outstanding people in the world who can rival them."

Various sounds echoed in the space. After thousands of years of prosperity, most of the lineages in the Shichuan Plain have been preserved intact, and naturally there are records of that clan.

"The Du family has entered the world again!"

Fa Yan muttered to himself, a hint of solemnity lingering between his brows.

"The Du family?"

Zhang Yuanzhu turned his body slightly to look at the nun.

He sensed the solemnity in Fayan's expression.

Sensing the young man's gaze, the woman clasped her hands together and explained:
"The Du family has a long history and many powerful figures. It is rumored that they have mastered some of the scriptures from the previous era."

“Every disciple who enters the mortal realm possesses the potential to achieve the Golden Core stage; they are truly exceptional talents.”

The Dharma words were described in great detail, recounting the horrors of the reclusive family.

However, a strange look appeared on Zhang Yuanzhu's face.

Fa Yan seemed to know quite a lot about the Du family, recounting all their major and minor deeds, as well as the characteristics of their cultivation techniques.

The silent Fazhi, with his hands clasped together, softly chanted the Buddha's name, and then spoke:
"Three thousand years ago, a prodigy emerged from Qingmu Mountain, entered the Southern Desert, was inspired by Buddhist scriptures, became a Dharma protector Arhat, and sat on the summit of Mount Sutuo, never to leave."

While seemingly praising the profoundness of Buddhism, the young man sensed a deep malice in a single sentence.

What kind of influence is this? It's clearly a transformation, a complete change from the mind to the body.

'This Buddhist land in the Southern Desert requires careful consideration if our strength is insufficient.'

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself.

While the three were talking, the auction was announced to be over.

The numerous cultivators departed one by one.

However, before leaving, most people would glance at the azure-gold sun in the sky, their gazes varied and all sorts of expressions.

Ignoring the many gazes, Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward, stepping through the air.

Legal terms and legal provisions followed closely behind.

"Senior brother, wait."

The figure, dressed in a black Taoist robe and from the Xuan Yang Taoist Academy, wanted to have a conversation, but the three had already disappeared.

"Ugh!"

The Taoist in black sighed softly, realizing that the other party did not want to talk to him.

the other side.

After leaving the square, the three headed out of the city.

All the missing spiritual items have been obtained, so there is no need to wait in the city.

Three streaks of rainbow light shot into the sky, traversing the vast expanse of the heavens, and in an instant, they were already a hundred miles away.

The earth, mountains, rivers, and vegetation continuously flow downwards.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, they were already hundreds of miles away.

In the jungle, towering trees grow lush and green, wild beasts, insects, and birds roar, creating a wild and untamed scene.

The jungle fell silent as three rainbows descended from the sky.

"Brother Dao, shall we not leave?" Fa Yan looked at the red figure beside him, his eyes filled with doubt.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked relaxed, his arm resting on the long ruler, gazing in the direction of Qiandao City.

"Waiting for certain people may bring unexpected rewards."

"An unexpected gain?"

He remained silent, as if he had gained some understanding.

Then, he pulled his senior sister away slowly, and their figures disappeared.

The young man sensed the two women's dissipating aura and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, he took out his magical weapon to prepare for the possible battle.

With the Emperor Sword slung across his back, the Golden Bell hanging at his waist, and the Golden Spirit Lamp in his bosom, he was fully prepared. Leaning against a tree trunk, he adjusted himself.

Magic power, vital energy, and spiritual awareness all surged toward their peak.

Time passed by, and before they knew it, the surroundings were empty, without a single person in sight.

until
Shashasha~
A thin figure parted the grass and stepped out.

This is a middle-aged man wearing a gray-white Taoist robe, with graying temples and a weary look in his eyes.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes as he gently stroked the long ruler:

"What brings a cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining here?"

This was not the opponent the young man was waiting for, but an unexpected cultivator. "Senior Qingyangzhai, I am Shi Lan from the Shi family. I have come here only to ask you to uphold justice and avenge the blood feud of all 632 members of my family."

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe knelt down and kowtowed, his voice filled with sorrow.

"I am willing to offer you clues about Thunder Elixir as a reward, and I beg you, senior, to avenge this blood feud for me."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were as deep as an abyss. His knuckles were slightly bent as he lightly tapped the long ruler, producing a sound like metal clashing.

"Thunder Elixir, what a tempting offer! But why choose me?"

"The City Lord of Qiandao, the cultivators from Qingyangzhai who have passed through this city in the past, and even the True Persons of the Condensing Fiend Realm in the city should not mind helping you uphold justice, or rather..."

"The Shi family has made mistakes, and they deserve what they deserve."

boom!
Shi Lan kowtowed fiercely, causing the earth to crack and blood to splatter from his forehead.

“Our enemy is a family in Qiandao City. How can we trust the City Lord of Qiandao City? In the past, all the cultivators from Qingyangzhai would go to the City Lord's Mansion as soon as they entered the city. I’m afraid.”

"One wrong step and you will die and perish, and your blood feud will never be avenged."

The middle-aged man in the Taoist robe growled.

He, a nobody cultivator, had waited in the city for fourteen years and finally saw hope at the auction.

The crimson figure before him was of noble birth, but had some estrangement from the cultivators of Dao City, and still needed the lightning-attribute treasure liquid.

He knew that this might be his only hope in his life.

Therefore, after the other party left the city, they rushed over with all their might, like madmen, and were prepared to face all the consequences.

Zhang Yuanzhu grinned and looked around.

"It seems that you, sir, have also overlooked something, or perhaps you did it intentionally."

As the words drifted by, an elderly man dressed in dark gold, wearing a jade crown, and with a dignified face appeared out of thin air, gazing at the young man.

“The city stretches for thousands of miles, and even a True Person of the Condensing Fiend Realm cannot know it all, let alone me. It is inevitable that I will overlook it.”

He paused, his stern expression softening into a serene one.

"Shi Lan, come here. Let me speak with my fellow Daoist Qingyangzhai and seek justice for you."

"Senior, no!"

Stand behind me!

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke directly, interrupting the middle-aged Taoist's voice.

Without hesitation, Shi Lan quickly stood up, came behind the young man, lowered her head and tucked her arms in, and remained silent.

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the long ruler tightly with his five fingers, tilted his head slightly, and smiled even more broadly.

How long will a True Immortal of the Condensing Fiend Realm remain hidden?

"As expected of a disciple of Qingyangzhai."

A soft sigh drifted out.

A burly figure appeared not far from the City Lord of Qiandao.

“Young friend, you are of noble birth and exceptionally talented. Why do you make things difficult for my inferior son?”

"I've been talking too much nonsense."

Zhang Yuanzhu sneered.

Having arrived here, there is no other choice but to kill.

Strands of cyan-gold lightning emanated from his body, spreading along the measuring ruler from his palm.

Take a step forward, raise your arm.

Extend the ruler!

A streak-gold lightning bolt tore through the sky in an instant, striking the Lord of Qiandao City.

This is extremely fast, extremely fierce, and extremely accurate.

bang~
The skull exploded, and blood and bone splattered everywhere.

The mangled body turned to charcoal and fell to the ground.

The Lord of Qiandao City fell just like that, so easily, so simply.

"What are you doing?"

The real voice was intermittent, filled with horror.

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled to himself.

This is a life-or-death struggle, a clash of paths. Do you think this is a game?

With a single step, the long ruler in his palm transformed into a beam of azure-gold immortal light, brimming with the most yang and powerful energy.

In an instant, the celestial light traversed mountains and rivers, striking towards the robust figure.

Danger!

very dangerous!!

Extremely dangerous!!!

The man experienced a mental and physical warning, and for the first time, he felt the sensation of death.

"You want to kill me!"

The burly man looked up at the sky and roared, his voice shaking the heavens.

He only came here to teach this Qingyangzhai disciple a lesson, how did it turn into this situation?

Various thoughts passed through my mind, but in the end they all merged into one.

Live!
Within his dantian, the nine spiritual platforms trembled simultaneously, and magical power, mixed with baleful energy, surged forth.

Within the body, qi and blood surged, rising and falling like the sea.

He raised his arms and unleashed a series of hand seals, mobilizing the energy throughout his body.

Streams of yellow light burst forth, spreading across the mountains and rivers.

At this moment, the powerful man's energy merged with the mountains, rivers, plants, and even heaven and earth, becoming one with them.

One radiated a yellow glow, the other a cyan-gold celestial light, and the two continued to draw closer.

Until they touch!

Boom!

The mountains and rivers, bathed in yellow light, trembled violently. Then, vegetation was torn apart, mountains turned to ash, and hundreds of miles of space crumbled inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black void.

A figure swayed, retreating while bleeding profusely.

The burly man's eyes were filled with horror.

How could it be so powerful? This secret technique merges with mountains and rivers, and few in the same realm can harm him.

Now, however, their land was shattered by a single blow, forcing them to retreat in disarray.

Before the thoughts in his mind could finish, the cyan-gold immortal light was already close by, pointing towards his head.

"what!"

The burly man roared, desperately trying to dodge.

Stab it!

Blood splattered, an arm was churned into bloody foam, and scattered into the void.

The burly man gritted his teeth, his eyes wide with anger, staring at the tall, slender figure that was leaping forward through the air.

The opponent's aura was no more than the seventh level of the Foundation Establishment stage, but how could he be so powerful?

"who are you?"

There was no response, only a blue-gold hand that filled the entire field of vision, as if it were the only one in the world.

Snapped!
She placed her palm on the man's face.

In an instant, immense power poured out, necks twisted, bodies tilted backward, and rolled backward, leaving behind a blood-red ravine that stretched for hundreds of miles in the void.

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped on the man's back and chuckled softly:

"A protective secret technique, quite interesting."

"You are a heretic."

The burly man seemed to have guessed something; his voice was hoarse, but he never had a chance to finish speaking.

bang~
Power comes from the balls of your feet.

The man's entire body exploded, turning into blood and bones.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Zhang Yuanzhu summoned a blood-stained storage bag that rose from the minced flesh and was taken by him.

He turned and walked out into the void.

As for the fall of the City Lord of Qiandao and the True Person of Ningsha Realm, it did not stir up the slightest ripple in my heart.

He had already reached the seventh level of Foundation Establishment, and even a True Person who had just entered the Condensation of Evil Realm was no match for him.

To a young man, it was nothing more than roadside weeds; how could it possibly attract his attention?

His gaze was always forward, never lingering on strangers.

In a few steps, he had already stepped out of the void and arrived in front of the middle-aged Taoist priest wearing a gray-white robe.

"You want me to uphold justice? Come, tell me."

(End of this chapter)