Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 380 Forty Days Later, Will We Meet the Du Family? Will We Hear About Xiantian? (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his palm and placed it flat on his knee.

He rarely uses the power nurtured in those eyes, yet it has been cultivated all the way up from the Qi Refining Realm, making it one of his true trump cards.

As the young man pondered, three jade slips floated out of his bosom, hovering in front of him, emitting a faint glow.

He took this opportunity to learn about the orthodox cultivation method from the three chapters of "The Cycle of Withering and Flourishing".

In the blink of an eye, his spiritual senses surged into the jade slip, and he carefully perused it.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression changed from calm to serious as he studied each word carefully, a look of understanding appearing between his brows and eyes.

"Life, death, decay, prosperity, and decline—these are all derived from the Dao, allowing us to glimpse the Great Dao. What a fine cultivation method!"

The youth whispered.

It is just a qigong exercise, but its profound meaning far surpasses that of other qigong methods.

Without hesitation, he reached out and grabbed the Foundation Establishment chapter, then continued reading.

An hour later, the young man picked up the last jade slip and began to read it.

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

Zhang Yuanzhu put down the jade slip, already understanding in his heart what the true path of righteousness was.

'From the very beginning of his cultivation journey, his methods were designed to directly target the Great Dao, progressing step by step from Foundation Building to Qi Condensation, ultimately leading to a leap to the Golden Realm.'

Whispering in the heart of a young man.

This is still a minor, orthodox sect's inherited cultivation method; its main cultivation methods, in terms of conception and profound mystery, must be even more brilliant.

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Zhang Yuanzhu let out a soft breath, a look of helplessness on his face.

If the true path is indeed like this, then it is reasonable that countless geniuses and prodigies from unorthodox sects cannot break through on their own and can only rely on supreme treasures to enter the Golden Core realm.

This is a difference in foundation, requiring generations of strong individuals to continuously improve their techniques, refine their own insights, and ultimately undergo a transformation over a long period of time.

In this way, it's no wonder that even a prodigy like Fairy Ye could only choose to join the demonic path to gain a chance to break through her cultivation level, rather than relying on her own abilities to achieve a breakthrough.

However, the matter of the Golden Core is still far from his reach, so there's no need to think about it too much.

What needs to be done now is to improve cultivation and enhance combat power so that one can be more at ease in the journey ahead.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked his sleeves and put away the three jade slips.

Then, he began to plan his next path of cultivation.

First, there is the cultivation of thunder magic. If Qingyang's Demon-Slaying Thunder Technique is perfected, the killing technique—South Heavenly Gate—will be truly completed.

His own combat strength will inevitably improve.

Secondly, there is the body-refining method for tempering. The third type of Thunderous Elixir will be completed within half a month. The fourth type of Elixir has also been found.

Finally, there's cultivation of techniques. He had only recently broken through, and even with the precious medicine he possessed, he would need some time to make further progress.

Within a few breaths, Zhang Yuanzhu's thoughts came to an end.

He took out a jade slip containing information about thunder magic from his storage bag and carefully examined it.

Two Buddhist nuns sat cross-legged on the deck, their eyes lowered, softly chanting Buddhist scriptures, their bodies radiating a faint glow.

All three were immersed in their own spiritual practice.

Everything seemed perfectly harmonious.

The silver boat glided across the sky, speeding forward, gliding over magnificent rivers and mountains, heading southeast.

……

A month and a half later.

On the flying boat, three figures stood at the bow, looking down.

The waters are clear and boundless, where fish and sea creatures frolic and create waves, while pale white birds and animals circle in the sky.

"What a beautiful place in the world."

Zhang Yuanzhu patted his palm and exclaimed in admiration.

After more than forty days of travel and spiritual practice, we finally arrived at this body of water.

Fayan nodded, her red lips slightly parted:
"Of all the roads in the world, the scenery of the Shichuan Plain is truly exceptional."

The woman carefully examined the water, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes:
"Brother Daoist, the Thousand-Year Thunder Glue is elusive; how can we find it?"

At this moment, the legal representative also spoke up:
"Why not go directly to the central holy city of Qingmu Mountain? That's the most prosperous area of ​​Qingmu Mountain, and it's very likely that they possess the Thunder Elixir."

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head, steered the silver boat forward, toward the location where Shi Lan had encountered Lei Jiao.

“I have methods that I can try. If I don’t succeed, then it’s not too late to go to the Holy City.”

The Holy City is located in the center of Qingmu Mountain, which is the most prosperous place in this region.

Recently, the Du family has emerged, and its successors have invited the most outstanding talents from all directions to a gathering in the Holy City, making it an exceptionally lively occasion.

If he has the time, he wouldn't mind making a trip there to see how many of the world's heroes are worthy of his attention.

A silver boat glides across the sky, speeding through the heavens.

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, they arrived above the waters.

This body of water was clear and calm, without the slightest abnormality.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable, gazing out at the vast sea.

"So you have indeed been here before."

The young man whispered, extended his palm, joined his five fingers together, and made a light stroke.

Boom!

The hundreds of miles of waterway were split in two, forcibly ripped open, exposing the damp riverbed.

Sea creatures lay limp in the mud, trembling and howling in fear.

This scene was as if a god had intervened, splitting the sea in two; it was terrifying and horrifying to all living beings.

The young man took a step, left the flying boat, and descended into the air, landing on the earth.

Stepping forward, past the sprawling monsters, they arrived at a mound of earth.

With a flick of his sleeve, dirt flew everywhere, revealing its true form: narrow, glass-like ravines.

Zhang Yuanzhu carefully examined the ravine, a smile playing on his lips.

Indeed, the millennium-old thunder glue had appeared in this place; the Shi family's stone indigo had not lied.

With that, the rest becomes much simpler.

At this moment, Fa Yan and Fa Ding descended from the flying boat and stood beside the young man, gazing at the glass-like ravine.

"The thousand-year-old thunder glue is definitely not wrong, but unfortunately it is no longer here."

Turning around, looking at the demons slumped on the ground, Fayan clasped his hands together and whispered:
"Brother Dao, you are merciful and have spared the beasts."

“If they do not block my path, I will not kill them.”

Zhang Yuanzhu didn't care at all, one hand resting on the long ruler, the other hanging down.

The woman's eyes shone with a Buddhist light, and she reached out her slender hand to capture a wisp of breath.

With a flick of his fingers, he formed a hand seal.

Rays of Buddhist light shone forth, enveloping and absorbing the aura.

In the next instant, the aura exploded, annihilating everything.

Dharma Words withdrew his palm:
"I cannot deduce the location of the millennium-old thunder glue."

"nothing!"

The young people laughed.

Extend your palm and gently grasp it.

boom!
The ravine shattered instantly, and wisps of silver energy gathered and compressed, transforming into pure white lightning.

A surge of inexplicable feelings arose from the depths of my soul, a manifestation of my inner nature.

Zhang Yuanzhu turned his body slightly to the side and looked south.

He clenched his fists, suppressed the pale lightning, and leaped onto the flying boat.

"Fellow Daoists, please come up."

"it is good."

As the words drifted by, two beautiful figures boarded the flying boat and set sail once more.

The lake water slid down on its own, and the three continued to venture deeper into the water.

The surrounding environment is becoming increasingly desolate, overgrown with aquatic plants, and emanating a refined aura that is faintly visible above the lake.

“Brother Dao, this body of water is vast and rich in resources, but it also contains dangers and may contain demonic beasts at the Condensation Realm.”

Fa Yan stood beside the young man and spoke up to offer a reminder.

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

next moment.

Boom!

Extremely yang and powerful, its magnificent and domineering aura soared into the sky, shattering the clouds and stirring up the air currents in all directions.

It is as if a divine mountain has suddenly appeared, connecting the sky and the earth, pressing down on all directions.

All the monsters and spirits fell silent at this moment, and the space itself seemed to freeze.

The demonic aura hidden in the shadows was completely concealed, and there was no trace of it left.

Fa Yan pursed her red lips slightly; that wasn't what she meant.

Fajing also bowed his head and chanted Buddhist mantras. The three of them then swaggered along, charging straight into the depths of the water.

Unrestrained and arrogant, without any scruples.

Half an hour has passed!

An hour has passed!

Two hours have passed!

As night approached, a smile appeared on the young man's face; he had found it.

Boom! Boom! !

A tremendous roar came from not far away.

As the airship moved forward, figures came into view.

There were Taoist priests dressed in magnificent robes, cultivators carrying long swords on their backs, and young men wearing jade crowns...

Each one exudes boundless vitality, emanating the aura of foundation building and major repairs.

These people surrounded a shirtless, short-haired youth, like stars surrounding the moon.

Before the group, a light screen rose up, array patterns flowed, and a large array collapsed down.

"Brother Yang's mastery of formations is formidable; he was even able to find the cave dwelling left behind by a Primordial Immortal from six hundred years ago."

"Given Brother Yang's background, this is nothing."

"It won't be long before we break through the great formation, enter the ruins, and get a glimpse of the Primordial True Person."

……

All the noise subsided into silence as the silver boat arrived.

Pairs of eyes looked across the sky towards the crimson figure standing at the bow of the ship.

Especially when they saw the extremely masculine and powerful aura emanating from him, they remained silent.

"So it's fellow Daoist Qingyangzhai."

Hearty laughter echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

A burly figure broke through layers of air currents and walked to the front of the crowd.

"Du Jia Yang Xiong greets fellow Daoist."

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, his eyes as deep as an abyss, swirling with wisps of lightning, ever-changing.

"The Du family, Yang Xiong?"

It seemed like a question, or perhaps a doubt.

At this moment, many cultivators around looked at each other with surprise on their faces.

The burly man, shirtless, still had a hearty smile and spoke in a carefree manner:
"Three thousand years have passed, Qingyangzhai doesn't remember, and fellow Daoist has also forgotten, which is perfectly normal."

After a pause, Yang Xiong explained:
“The master is powerful and focused on cultivation, so some miscellaneous matters naturally need to be handled by someone outside the family.”

"And the Yang family is one of the non-Yang families."

A flash of genuine arrogance crossed the burly man's eyes, but it quickly vanished, and he returned to normal.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his gaze from the burly man and looked at the large formation behind the group of cultivators.

According to his [Characteristic] Tracking Perception, the Millennium Thunder Glue was hidden within the array.

Ignoring the group of cultivators, he steered the flying boat forward.

Such actions caused not only Yang Xiong to frown, but even the group of cultivators to show their displeasure.

"What is your intention, fellow Daoist?"

A cultivator carrying a long sword questioned, the flying sword behind him clanging, its sword energy soaring into the sky.

"This is the site of a Primordial True Person. If you are willing to contribute, you can naturally share in the opportunities. But to move forward without asking why, do you intend to take it all for yourself?"

The Taoist priest, dressed in fine robes and holding a whisk, gently stroked the threads with his palm.

The silver boat paused slightly, then continued forward, leaving only a deep voice behind it.

"I have a secret treasure that has fallen into the formation, and I do not covet any other spiritual items."

"Don't block the way, or you'll be responsible for your own life!"

The sound was calm and clear, reaching everyone's ears.

The cultivators narrowed their eyes as they watched the silver boat slowly approach the great formation.

You are responsible for your own life and death. Do you think you can rely on a mere Foundation Establishment Stage 7 cultivator?

However, even if they don't make a move, the enemy still can't break through this great formation.

Yang Xiong stood in the water, his eyes gleaming.

The Qingyangzhai cultivators were supposed to be the most skilled at uniting groups of cultivators to defeat the few with the many, so when did they become like this?
They still fought against the outsiders outside the walls, suffering repeated defeats, which led to a change in their approach.

Various thoughts flashed through the big man's mind, finally turning into a hint of mockery.

Although the Innate True Person was a rogue cultivator, he was still quite remarkable, only a few steps away from the Golden Core Realm. Destroying the ruins left behind by him would not be easy.

At the bow of the silver boat, Zhang Yuanzhu stood with a ruler slung over his shoulder, observing the formation before him.

Fa Yan stood beside him, her expression serious, her red lips slightly parted:

"Those who have attained the first level of the Condensation Realm and possess a Daoist title are all extraordinary individuals."

"His Daoist name is Xiantian, and the weight of cause and effect must be borne by heroes."

Whether it is the righteous path, the unorthodox path, or even the demonic path, the name of the innate is of profound significance.

"I can see it."

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, raised his arm, and extended his palm.

Strands of cyan-gold lightning emanated from his fingertips, resembling cyan-gold glass, dazzling and beautiful.

The most violent thunder in the world, at this moment, is like a tamed wild beast, changing at will, with a gentle, jade-like warmth.

In this scene, both the cultivators and Yang Xiong wore solemn expressions.

“I have heard my elders mention the Qingyang Demon-Slaying Thunder. This thunder is extremely yang and strong, capable of slaying demons and evil, but now it is gentle and mild.”

"With this thunder technique alone, this Daoist Qingyangzhai is already worthy of being called a prodigy of a sect."

"After all, they come from Qingyangzhai. We underestimated them."

The cultivators whispered among themselves, their eyes fixed on the crimson figure, waiting for its next move.

Zhang Yuanzhu, facing the great formation, only performed extremely simple movements.

He stepped out of the flying boat, his five fingers together, and casually swung them down.

There is no earth-shattering momentum, nor any sharp edge or thunder, only leisure and comfort.

Five jade-like fingers, following mysterious trajectories, sliced ​​through the array patterns, extinguished the light, and cleaved the formation.

Simple and easy.

A crack appeared, and the young man stepped out, disappearing from everyone's sight.

The cracks in the light screen healed as the crimson shadow disappeared.

For a moment, all the cultivators fell silent, followed by anger.

"He really did want to take the ruins for himself."

"We were the first to discover this place. Even if Qingyangzhai is the leader of the righteous path, it cannot be so shameless."

"Let's attack together and break the formation."

Long howls shook the heavens, and attacks tore through the sky, striking the formation.

However, several gazes were also cast toward the silver boat floating in the sky, or rather, toward the two beautiful figures on the flying boat.

Yang Xiong stepped into the air and ascended to the front of the flying boat.

Cup your hands in a respectful gesture.

"Fellow Daoists, please disembark from the flying boat."

His voice was indifferent, with a hint of ferocity.

The one from Qingyangzhai is quite strong. If he can control the two people on the flying boat, the situation will be even more favorable.

I felt no reluctance whatsoever in taking such action.

Ten thousand years ago, Qingyangzhai and the Du family had a Daoist dispute, and even after so many years, they still find it hard to let go of it.

They should have a share of the leadership of the righteous path!
Faced with this scene, the cultivators frowned, and their offensive tactics weakened.

"Brother Yang, why take such measures? We can just wait for that person to come out and then attack together."

"Qingyangzhai is a righteous sect, and not all its disciples are as greedy as that person."

Many cultivators spoke out in rebuttal.

They come from the righteous path, and the principles they have accepted since they began their practice do not allow them to coerce fellow practitioners who are also on the righteous path.

'Pedantic!'

Yang Xiong sneered inwardly.

A hand reached out and grabbed at the silver boat.

at this time
Stab it!

The light barrier tore open again, and a crimson figure stepped out from within the formation.

(End of this chapter)