Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 393 Dancing on the Edge of the Blade, Tempered in the Face of Life and Death, Come On (4000)

As time passed, the cultivators who had been kneeling in Chili City gradually stood up.

They gazed at the blood-soaked city with complex expressions, sensing the demonic energy interwoven within the remains of flesh and blood.

“The demonic villains have infiltrated us to such an extent that we must inform Qingyangzhai.”

A cultivator muttered to himself, making hand gestures, and used some means to contact his elders.

While the group was engaged in their own activities
"Jie Jie Jie~"

A piercing laugh echoed from the depths of the earth.

Streams of demonic energy surged forth like a tsunami, rising from the ground and engulfing the heavens.

Three blurry figures stood in the center of the demonic energy, roaring to the sky:
"kill!"

One True Immortal of Condensation and two Demonic Cultivators at the Ninth Level of Foundation Establishment attacked simultaneously.

Within Chili City, naturally no one could stop them.

The demonic energy swept down, melting flesh and blood, extinguishing magical power, and causing skeletons to fall to the ground.

In just a few breaths, a corner of the city was wiped out.

Suddenly, boom!
A thunderclap suddenly rang out, shaking the demonic energy and washing away the blood.

Whether they were righteous or demonic, they all looked up at the horizon.

A figure wreathed in cyan-gold lightning strode forward.

Its supremely yang and powerful divine might, like the blazing sun, melted away all demonic energy wherever it passed.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, you didn't leave."

A demonic cultivator let out a long howl, his body surging with demonic energy, and then vanished without the slightest hesitation.

The other two Foundation Establishment level nine demonic cultivators stared blankly at the elder who had fled.

In the next instant, two hands wreathed in lightning crossed the sky and pressed against his face.

A tremendous force poured forth.

Bang bang~
His body exploded, blood and bone splattered, and he was turned to ashes by lightning.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his hand and placed it on the measuring ruler, gazing at the fleeing demonic cultivator with a cold expression.

"Did you escape?"

Take a step, raise your arm.

Extend the ruler!

Click~click~
The space seemed to tear apart layer by layer, like folds, revealing a pitch-black void.

A beam of azure-gold light, like eternal celestial light, cleaved through the void and struck the demonic shadow.

bang~
The demonic energy exploded, and the magical artifacts shattered one after another. A figure fell to the ground like a bird with broken wings.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a single step, traversing hundreds of miles of rivers and mountains, standing tall in the sky, looking down ahead.

It was a gaunt old man with a scarred, aged face.

The demonic cultivator's chest was pierced, and his life force was rapidly ebbing away. Bitterness and despair were evident in his triangular eyes.

“Zhang Yuanzhu, you are more like a demonic cultivator than a demonic cultivator.”

The old man sighed softly, his gaze fixed intently on the young man.

"However, do you think the righteous sects will appreciate your efforts in eliminating demons and protecting the righteous path? They will still relentlessly pursue and kill you."

"It's laughable that you flee like this in the Demon Realm and in the Plains of Passing Away."

The young man held the measuring ruler in his hand, pointing it towards the earth. His head was slightly tilted, and his eyes were indifferent and calm.

"Are you finished?"

The long ruler fell, and the most powerful and masculine thunderbolts crashed down.

"Then go to hell."

The roar of thunder, accompanied by the youth's whisper, mingled together and transformed into the most resolute killing intent.

Boom!

The earth crumbled inch by inch, the grass and trees turned to dust, and the demonic cultivators who collapsed on the ground turned to ashes.

After an unknown amount of time, the thunder subsided, revealing a shattered landscape.

"My path is one that a loser has no right to question."

The young man slung the long ruler around his waist, and with a gentle wave of his free hand, a storage bag floated out from the rubble and landed in his palm.

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

Immediately, he transformed into lightning, his figure flashing and disappearing into the sky.

He never glanced at the creatures of Chili City, nor did he exchange a single word with them.

On the silver boat, two beautiful figures stood at the bow, gazing at the majestic city at the edge of their vision.

Fa Yan's arms hung naturally at her sides, and her red lips parted slightly.

"Brother Dao is wise; indeed, there are still demonic cultivators who have not been eliminated."

"Junior sister, that person is not here. Can you tell your senior sister what you want to do?"

He clasped his hands together, did not take over the topic, and directly asked the question that had been bothering him.

During this time, my junior sister has become increasingly close to that person. Has she forgotten her responsibilities?

Fa Yan remained silent, slightly turning his body to look at his ordinary-looking senior sister, and sighed softly:
"They made the wrong choice by having you follow me."

"Moreover, Brother Dao has already returned."

As the words drifted by, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky and landed on the flying boat.

The lightning dissipated, revealing a tall, slender figure.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, his gaze sweeping over the two women:

"May I leave for a moment so you can have a detailed discussion?"

"Now that my senior brother has returned, there is no need for me to leave."

Fa Yan, her red lips curved, looked directly into the young man's deep eyes and whispered:

“My senior sister was worried that I would fall into the mortal world and ruin myself and the temple. But she didn’t know that it is through the turmoil of the mortal world that one can cleanse one’s Buddhist heart and remain untainted by the dust.”

"She just couldn't see through it all."

She paused, a smile blooming on her face, and slowly asked:
"Brother Dao, with your help, have all the villains been eliminated?"

"The demons have been beheaded."

"However, the Puppet Sect must possess a special treasure or spell that can completely obscure their detection, otherwise those three wouldn't have missed it."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless.

Demonic cultivators have been appearing one after another in the River of Departure Plains, while the righteous path has rarely noticed. He has made some inferences and naturally will not easily leave Chili City, leaving behind hidden dangers.

Fa Yan nodded, indicating his understanding.

The two then chatted for a while longer before parting ways.

The legal representative stood aside, remaining silent since the young man's arrival, and quietly left.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out a futon and sat cross-legged, recalling the conversation he had just overheard. He naturally knew what the legal representative was thinking.

'Ah! ’

'It's just a transaction. I get the Yin-Yang attribute evil energy, and you return to the Southern Desert. Why are you having such complicated thoughts?'

The young man was expressionless.

Then, he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

He began to tally up his spoils from the battle, and as he reached out, a storage bag floated above his hand.

These are the spoils of war he obtained after killing the Demonic Cultivator of Ning Sha.

With a flick of his fingers, lines of energy emerged from his fingertips, breaking through the restrictions and allowing his spiritual sense to flow into them.

Spirit stones, flesh and blood, bones... all sorts of miscellaneous objects flashed into my mind.

Finally, Zhang Yuanzhu directed his spiritual sense to a corner of his storage bag, where a jade slip emanated a faint Daoist aura.

"This is."

The young man flipped his hand, and a white jade slip appeared in his palm.

He rubbed his five fingers together, sensing the Daoist principles within, and slowly probed his spiritual sense into it.

"Invitation or proof of invitation!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes.

This is a token to a secret realm. Holding the jade slip, one can enter the secret realm at the designated time and place.

The young man's eyes were filled with emotion. He clasped the jade slip together in his hands and softly uttered a few words:
"The Hidden Realm of Chuanyuan!"

According to the description on the jade slip, this secret realm is extremely ancient and vast, passed down from a long time ago.

If possible, he would naturally hope to enter the secret realm to obtain more resources and grow faster, but...
"What a coincidence!" Zhang Yuanzhu looked up, his double pupils bright and dazzling, like two great suns, where life and destruction intertwined and opposed each other.

He seemed to see layers of netting weaving down, guiding him along a fixed path.

"hehe!"

The young man chuckled softly, his head fell, casting a shadow over his face, and a playful smile appeared on his lips.

If a Golden Core True Monarch wants to play, then play to your heart's content.

As for the final outcome, whether it will proceed according to the wishes of those important figures, who knows?

A thousand thoughts flashed through my mind, only to be cut off one by one.

Cultivation, transforming resources into power, raising one's realm, and enhancing strength are what he needs to do most right now.

A hand was extended, and a scarlet venomous wasp appeared.

The young man lowered his gaze and carefully examined the object.

The Crimson Thunder Bee, entirely scarlet, still retains a ferocious glint in its compound eyes even in its dormant state.

He recalled the description in the body-refining method: the spiritual consciousness needed to withstand three kinds of poisons and fully adapt to them in order to be considered successful.

"let's start."

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly touched the bee's body with his fingertip, and the sealing patterns disappeared.

squeak~
The chirping of insects slowly began, and their wings started to flap.

Seeing the poisonous insect awaken, the young man did not hesitate. He pinched the bee-like insect between two fingers and held it to his brow.

In the next instant, he exerted force with two fingers and pressed down directly.

Stab it!

The Crimson Thunder Bee's sting sent sparks flying, but left no mark whatsoever.

Zhang Yuanzhu was first taken aback, then burst into laughter.

In a flash, he deliberately tore open his brow, revealing flesh and blood, and pressed the poisonous bee back onto it.

puff!
As the needle pierced through the tail, streams of toxins surged in, a small portion remaining in the physical body while the majority penetrated deep into the spiritual consciousness.

Intense pain assaulted me from my very body to my very soul.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were closed.

In his mind, wisps of purple poison appeared, enveloping the ten-story glazed tower.

He stopped trying to dispel the toxins and instead manipulated the glass tower to approach and absorb the purple energy.

In an instant, the spirit is defiled and torn apart, yet it is mended again, repeating this cycle endlessly.

After an unknown amount of time, the purple poisonous mist dissipated completely, and the glazed pagoda shone even brighter, exuding an aura of solidity.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly opened his eyes, a flash of purple light appeared, and then disappeared.

The young man lowered his hand, looked at the listless insect, and then put it away to rest and wait for the next use.

Only then did he begin to perceive the changes in his body.

"With all the toxins removed, my spiritual consciousness has become more resilient, and even my physical body has been slightly strengthened."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and smiled.

The body-refining technique is back on track. What's next is to accumulate time and search for the remaining two poisonous items.

The practice of martial arts techniques should not be neglected.

He took out the meteorite from his bosom and placed it on his abdomen, then activated the "Purple Lightning and Green Frost Record".

Strands of azure lightning erupted, enveloping his body and merging into his dantian, increasing his magical power.

After completing his cultivation technique, he began to refine the Azure Phoenix's divine form.

Day after day, month after month, he never slacked off, immersing himself in spiritual practice.

Before we knew it, two months had passed.

For the past two months, the silver boat has been heading south, passing by one immortal city after another.

Without any hindrance or disturbance, they cultivated in this way for two months.

"A rare moment of leisure."

A figure in a crimson robe stood at the bow of the ship, gazing at the horizon.

In the past two months, his cultivation has advanced further, his body refining technique has fully adapted to the toxins of the Crimson Blood Thunder Bee, and even his divine form—the Azure Phoenix—is only one step away from perfection.

It can be said that there has been tremendous progress.

Lost in thought, the silver boat continued forward, and an ancient city, indescribable in words, slowly appeared and filled the view.

The city walls stretch endlessly across the vast land, resembling a giant dragon lying on the ground.

This is definitely an ancient city that is no less powerful than the sacred city of Qingmu Mountain.

“This is Yuanshui City? How is this possible? We’ve been traveling south all the way here, how could we have any dealings with this city?”

Legally, his face was filled with shock, revealing an expression of disbelief.

They were heading south, not east, so how did they end up in this city so close to Qingyangzhai?

Fa Yan seemed to have thought of something; her gaze turned serious, her red lips pursed slightly, and she uttered each word carefully:
"Nothing is impossible. If a Golden Core True Monarch were to make a move, he could still achieve this."

"Confusing time and space, and confusing directions, such methods are not uncommon."

He paused, gazing at the calm, crimson figure beside him, and whispered:
"But Brother Dao should already know this."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded, flicked his sleeve, and a white jade slip floated out and landed in front of the woman.

"The Chuanyuan Secret Realm should be nearby."

Fa Yan gripped the jade slip tightly, flipping through its contents, his face bitter, and slowly nodded.

"What despicable methods, what shameless schemes! A Golden Core True Monarch has actually gone to such lengths."

"He wants you to enter this secret realm, fellow Daoist."

"I know."

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his palm on the measuring ruler, looked up calmly and indifferently.

"Then so be it. I'm also looking forward to seeing what their plans are."

Over the past two months, he had not been unprepared; he had mentally rehearsed various possibilities.

The fragment of the Daoist artifact in the young man's arms trembled slightly, emitting wisps of inexplicable energy.

If a Golden Core True Monarch were to look down on him like this, it would definitely be a 'surprise' for the entire Qingyang Sect.

Fa Yan remained silent, gazing at the approaching ancient city, before suddenly speaking:
"I have a way to get us out of here."

A look of surprise flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes, then he shook his head, lightly stomped his foot, and the silver boat sped up.

"It's alright. No matter how strong a Golden Core True Monarch is, he is not omniscient or omnipotent. With such a well-planned scheme, if he makes a careless move, the consequences will be severe."

"Moreover, in this situation, my blood is boiling. Dancing on the edge of a knife, being tempered between life and death, and forging a path to survival—it's so interesting."

"However, we may be delayed in the secret realm for a while."

"It's just for a while, it's nothing."

Fayan handed the white jade slip back and whispered:
"As for the Chuanyuan Secret Realm, there are records of it in Buddhism."

"It is the source of a lost river, a secret realm nurtured by heaven and earth, existing since ancient times, and retaining many legacies from years ago."

"A cycle that happens once every thousand years, a new cycle that begins once every thousand years, and judging by the time, it's this year."

A gentle voice drifted on the silver boat.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered, and as the woman spoke, the corners of his mouth lifted, and he lightly tapped the long ruler with his five fingers.

"In that case, even a True Monarch would not be able to know everything within the secret realm."

"Naturally, one cannot know everything. Even Dao Lords and Bodhisattvas cannot know the secrets of such ancient and inherited realms."

After a few words of conversation, the flying boat had already approached Yuanshui City.

As if a barrier had been wiped away, the scene between heaven and earth became completely clear.

Like a rain of light converging from all directions, streaks of light swept past their sides, entering the vast city.

They rode in luxurious warships, transformed into sword lights, or rode demonic beasts. Laughter, clamor, and angry curses descended from the sky.

As if entering a fairyland, as if falling into a golden age.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled softly first, then laughed loudly, looking up at the sky.

"Qingyangzhai, what a fine Qingyangzhai."

He turned his body slightly to the side, his gaze sweeping over the two women:
"gone."

In the blink of an eye, the silver boat shot out and disappeared into the bustling city.

(End of this chapter)