Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 387 Blood and Bone Accompany the 300,000-Mile Return Journey (4000 words)

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his palm, and lightning burst forth between his five fingers.

With a pull, the purple lightning spear appeared in his palm.

Step forward, lean forward, and bring your arms back!
kill!

The lightning spear pierced through the void, tore through the sky, and crashed violently into the flowing light.

In an instant, a figure fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

The young man took a step forward, seemingly floating on air, leisurely and carefree, like a noble young man returning from a trip.

Blood trickled from the corner of Du's second son's mouth. He struggled to look down at the thunder spear that had pierced his chest and pinned him to the ground.

His face was filled with fear, and his hand trembled as he raised it, revealing a blue talisman that he was about to activate.

Stab it!

The sword flashed, the hand fell, and blood spurted from the severed wrist.

A fair hand reached down and picked up the blood-stained talisman.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the talisman lying flat in his palm. The talisman was entirely blue, engraved with intricate patterns, interwoven with the Dao and reason.

This is an extremely powerful Qi Condensation Talisman, likely a spiritual artifact painstakingly crafted by a peak Qi Condensation expert.

"If we had used this talisman from the beginning, or if it were in the old servant's hands, it would have caused a lot of trouble."

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly tapped his five fingers, setting up array patterns to seal the energy of the talisman.

Immediately, he flipped his hand and put away the cyan talisman.

The young man lowered his gaze, looking at the second young master of the Du family who looked terrified, and reached out to grip the gun barrel.

I thought you would beg for mercy.

"How could a mediocre practitioner from a heretical sect know of the Du family's glory and the nobility of its Golden Core descendants? The evil seeds sown today will surely reap evil fruits in the future."

The second young master of the Du family suppressed his fear.

He wasn't stupid; begging for mercy in the face of such a vicious person would only make him a laughingstock.

puff!
The spear was drawn from his chest, its tip moving to rest between his eyebrows.

“My elder brother is the most talented among the Five Ancestors. He will surely avenge me. I will wait for you on the road to the Yellow Springs.”

"Ha, I'm looking forward to what you call your elder brother."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and suddenly pressed his palm down.

Stab it!

The lightning spear pierced through the skull, severing all of the enemy's life force and pinning the second young master of the Du family to the ground.

He released his grip on the gun barrel and with a gentle wave, the storage bag on the corpse floated into his palm.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the storage bag.

The crimson shadow slowly dissipated and disappeared from the spot.

For a moment, only a corpse lay on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle breeze blew by, stirring up dust, and several figures appeared beside the remains of the second young master of the Du family.

"This is that man's younger brother, who was nailed here."

"The death of such a distinguished person will surely cause a great upheaval in Qingmu Mountain."

“We should not get involved in this matter; this entry into the WTO was never our doing.”

A slightly complaining voice echoed between the three people and the corpse.

After a brief exchange, the three prepared to collect the body.

"It's a pity that only three Foundation Establishment cultivators came."

The low voice reached the ears of the three people.

In an instant, the three members of the Du family changed their expressions drastically and retreated in unison.

A flash of sword light, dazzling as a dream, swept across the three people.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In an instant, the three bodies turned into blood foam.

In the sky, a silver boat appeared, and Zhang Yuanzhu stood at the bow, his eyes filled with regret.

Bang!

The imperial sword was sheathed, and the foot lightly stomped on the deck.

The flying boat sped southward.

Fa Yan stood behind the young man, looking helpless.

My fellow Daoist is truly vengeful; after killing his enemy, he lingers here, waiting for the fish to take the bait.

She took graceful steps forward and came to Chi Ying's side.

"The five ancestors of the Du family are recorded in Buddhist texts."

The woman gazed at the landscape below, her red lips parting slightly:
"Eight thousand years ago, a person of extraordinary talent emerged from Qingmu Mountain, discussed the Dao at Qingyangzhai, and subdued his contemporary demonic cultivators with a single palm strike and a sword strike. He also traveled to the Southern Desert and ascended to the Holy Awakening Temple."

He paused, then his expression turned slightly serious:

"A arhat who had reached the end of the Golden Core realm made a move, but failed to capture that prodigy."

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips twitched, and he gently stroked the measuring ruler with his five fingers. It seemed that Buddhism really liked to convert outstanding people. In the Southern Desert, we should be extremely cautious.

Fayan seemed oblivious to the changes in the youth and continued:

"Two hundred and thirty-four years later, the Du family genius reappeared, ascended Mount Sumeru, and killed that great virtuous man who was almost a bodhisattva."

"He destroyed a corner of Mount Sumeru, and when he left, his old servant called him the Fifth Patriarch."

A highly confidential message was revealed by the woman.

At this moment, even the previously silent legal system spoke up:
"Three thousand years ago, the Du family descendant was influenced by the Holy Awakening Temple. The two lineages are entangled in a long-standing feud."

"Try to minimize contact with the Holy Enlightenment Temple; they're a bit extreme."

"I will pay attention."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, his eyes flickering as various thoughts flashed through his mind.

The Sacred Enlightenment Temple, the five ancestors of the Du family, the Buddhist sect, a powerful figure who was almost called a Bodhisattva, and Mount Sumeru, whose corner had collapsed—all the heroes who once dominated the world have now passed away.

Every era, past and present, has its own brilliance and splendor.

The young man looked up at the sky, his bright eyes reflecting the eternal sun.

"How will my era be viewed by future generations?"

Zhang Yuanzhu murmured to himself, took out a pot of spirit wine, and drank it heartily.

The liquor, once swallowed, is intense and fiery, intoxicating the senses.

All the past events flashed through my mind: the snowstorm in Jiangshui City, the scheming and plotting in Xianbing Valley, the eeriness of the Demon Land, and the battles at the border.

It is unknown how much time has passed. Both Fayan and Fading have departed, and the young man sat cross-legged, leaning against the mast:
"The era I live in is the most glorious era in history, even surpassing the primordial era."

"The past is past, the future is uncertain. A thousand years or ten thousand years from now, I will personally listen to the cries of all living beings."

"I will surpass all the great figures of the past and present!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, his voice filled with unparalleled determination and confidence.

He raised the wine jug and drank the spirit wine in one gulp.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the wine jug into the silver boat, and the youth's hazy gaze cleared, replaced by a profound depth.

He took out the storage bag he had seized after killing the second young master of the Du family from his bosom.

With a light tap of the five fingers, patterns were created, spreading across the bag and breaking through the restrictions.

His spiritual sense surged in and examined it carefully.

Spirit stones, pills, talismans, and elixirs—all sorts of precious treasures flashed through my mind.

Finally, his gaze settled on an ancient cauldron in the center of the storage bag.

The ancient cauldron is small and exquisite, its entire body is blood red, and its walls are engraved with intricate patterns that form the shape of a wolf's head.

Brutal and violent!
With a flick of his wrist, the small cauldron appeared in his palm.

He raised his free hand and tapped it lightly, producing a metallic clanging sound.

"A deadly weapon!"

Zhang Yuanzhu made a deduction.

Then, he whispered to himself:
'In charge of administration.'

In an instant, the Crimson Cauldron vanished.

Deep within the soul, the three-colored radiance of the Seven Treasures Tree flowed, and the mirror surface, woven from red, purple, and blue divine light, underwent a slight change.

Control: [Level 3] Crimson Wolf Cauldron (Special Feature: Heaven-Burning)

'Burning Heaven, is it a characteristic related to fire?' Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, able to deduce this from the name of the characteristic.

Raise your palm, spread your fingers, and a wisp of candlelight will appear in your palm.

It wasn't particularly bright, much less dazzling, but it appeared instantly.

Snap! Bang!

The space around his fingers was burned inch by inch, turning into fuel, and even the void began to distort due to the drastic increase in temperature.

The young man carefully sensed the flame in his palm and gently tapped his forehead.

"Extreme temperature, simple and brutal."

In future battles, if he simultaneously masters the [Specialty] skills of Blazing Sky and Blazing Flames, and then uses fire magic against his enemies, his combat power will indeed see a significant boost.

Zhang Yuanzhu made his judgment and then put away the Crimson Wolf Cauldron, beginning to select other spiritual items from his storage bag.

The high-grade spirit stones were put away, the pills were sorted, and the miscellaneous items were burned.

Once everything was settled, the young man began to perfect his spirit and form.

With the Crimson Dragon and White Tiger already formed, the next step in his plan is to perfect the divine form—the Azure Phoenix!
The next moment, the face blurred, and the Azure Phoenix Nuo Mask appeared, twisted and deformed, turning into liquid.

From then on, he would spend half a day practicing his martial arts and the other half perfecting his physical form, occasionally striking to kill his pursuers.

However, as time passed, the righteous path that was pursuing them grew stronger, and the battle between the two sides became increasingly fierce.

His practice time was also getting shorter and shorter.

Time flies like water, and in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

For the past fifteen days, the entire Qingmu Mountain has been boiling and bleeding.

From the Holy City southwards, the 300,000-mile journey home is paved with blood and bones. Qi Refining cultivators fall like rain, Foundation Establishment cultivators are reduced to corpses, and even Condensed Fiend True Persons must be beheaded.

They had never experienced anything like this before; life was as fleeting as fireworks, and only bloodshed proved that it had been lived.

Such fierce pursuit, life-or-death struggle, and ambush were like a cold winter wind, awakening the forces that were greedy for golden core materials, causing them to withdraw or stop focusing on the search.

However, some cultivators who lost relatives, disciples, or family members embarked on a bloody path, either to seek revenge or for the sake of their own sense of righteousness.

The myriad aspects of life unfold across this vast land.

On the silver boat, a crimson figure stood with a ruler slung over his shoulder, looking indifferently at the gray-robed old man nailed to the mountain peak.

"The Du family sent all their servants to seek death."

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking at the blood-stained robes, some of which belonged to his enemies, and others to himself.

Fa Yan stood behind the young man, her brows slightly furrowed, her red lips parted slightly:

"The Du family is draining your energy and mana, constantly sending servants to hunt you down and kill you. Moreover, many powerful righteous cultivators have also been drawn here."

“Five True Immortals have fallen in the past half month, three of whom were under the command of the Du family. They can’t hold out much longer.”

Zhang Yuanzhu's five fingers were tightly clasped together, and the corners of his mouth were raised in a wanton manner.

"Ah!"

"Then come on, you're nothing but a bunch of cowardly rats hiding in the shadows."

"and"

The young man raised his free hand, touched his eyes, and sensed the power within them, his smile widening.

The seventh level of the Body Refinement Technique was successfully completed last night, resulting in a significant enhancement of my Qi, blood, and physical body.

The greatest gain was from these two pairs of eyes, a fusion of life and destruction, lightning divided into yin and yang, capable of creating heaven and earth.

If it's a fight, it will definitely give the opponent a 'surprise'.

As for the eighth level of body refinement—tempering spiritual consciousness—there's no rush. We can prepare for it after leaving Greenwood Mountain.

Various thoughts flashed through my mind.

Suddenly, space froze, and the silver boat came to a standstill.

A hand wreathed in flames appeared, covering eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers.

Plants began to spontaneously combust, mountains melted, and blood and remains on the earth turned to ashes.

dead!
The giant palm pressed down, its killing intent resolute, without uttering a single wasted word.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm as the golden bell in his arms rose and hovered above his head.

clang clang ~
The golden bell vibrated wildly, its piercing sound echoing throughout the heavens and the earth.

The intense heat began to dissipate, and the frozen spacetime began to flow again.

At the same time, several Xuan Kong Platforms in the young man's arms shattered, and bursts of energy erupted, enveloping the silver boat and disappearing from the spot.

A giant, fiery hand slammed down.

Rumble!
Eight hundred miles of mountains and rivers collapsed and turned to ashes.

Amidst the raging flames, nine figures appeared where the silver boat had vanished.

An elderly man, dressed in a grey Taoist robe and with scarlet hair and beard, gazed at the scorched earth and sighed softly:

"Young Master, I am incompetent and have let that heretical villain escape."

"He can't escape. The fighting has been going on for half a month without stopping. How much magic power and blood do he have left?"

A hearty laugh echoed from the figure shrouded in blue mist.

"Elder Wang, continue the pursuit and exhaust his last bit of energy."

"Yes, eldest son."

The old man with blood-red hair nodded, and his figure slowly disappeared.

In an instant, only eight figures remained on the spot, and the air fell silent.

A moment later, a strange whisper came from the crowd.

"That old servant seems to be close to reaching the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm."

"Hey! He has no chance."

"This manhunt has eliminated most of the unstable factors. Let's take Zhang Yuanzhu's head as soon as possible and not delay any longer."

"it is good."

After a few words, the eight figures disappeared one by one.

Boom!

Space crumbled inch by inch, and a giant hand wreathed in flames reached out to grab the silver boat speeding through the void.

However, it was a step too late, allowing the creature to escape.

The blood-haired old man stood in the void, gazing at the vanished silver boat, his brows slightly furrowed.

Seven days and seven nights, more than ten attempts, but the junior managed to escape each time.

Fortunately, it wasn't all for naught; they managed to injure their opponent, slowing their escape.

"How much longer can you keep running?"

The old man muttered to himself, took a step, and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already above the river, and what came into view was a red figure standing on the riverbank.

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes cold as he looked at the blood-haired old man who had appeared.

He had been here several days earlier and had laid out his plans.

He raised his arms and suddenly clasped them together.

Boom!

As array plates rose, array flags fluttered in the wind, and patterns appeared, spreading across the land and sealing off the heavens and earth.

In less than a breath, a massive killing formation had already been formed.

His five fingers moved rapidly, unleashing a series of hand seals.

Wow! Wow!
The mighty river surged towards the sky, and the array plates, array flags, and array patterns all emitted the most brilliant light, suppressing the power of heaven and earth.

Rays of light spread towards the great river, covering it and transforming it into a river of light.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood straight, took a step forward, and released his grip.

The soil beneath his feet trembled slightly, and a large cyan seal flew out and landed in his palm.

The low-grade killing weapon, the Azure Wood Seal, was the first killing weapon he obtained, and also the core of the killing formation.

The moment the array core detached, the array began to self-destruct, the array plate shattered, the array flags tore apart, and the array patterns dissolved.

The most explosive energy of self-destruction was all channeled into the Green Wood Seal as the young man took his first step.

With each step forward, the river of light surged and the green wood imprint trembled.

tower!
Zhang Yuanzhu stopped.

"Come on, take the seal!"

With his five fingers tightly gripping the green wooden seal, he pressed it down with a resounding thud, as if an emperor were conquering those who dared to resist!
(End of this chapter)