Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 394 All the geniuses and prodigies have arrived! (4000)

Yuanshuixian City is an ancient and vast city.

For decades, as the secret realm was about to open, countless powerful figures and geniuses came from all corners of the world, adding a touch of conquest to the prosperity.

Duels would break out from time to time, splattering blood.

As night falls, the city becomes even more bustling than before.

A teahouse, located in the eastern part of the city, is particularly lively tonight.

Snapped!
The folding fan fell, drowning out the noise of the teahouse.

A hoarse, low murmur slowly rose and echoed within the teahouse.

"It is said that countless outstanding people and talents have emerged in the world, with geniuses and prodigies hanging like stars in the night sky. A thousand years ago, Buddhist spiritual children, sword disciples of the sword sect, Daoist disciples of Qingyangzhai, rogue cultivator Feng Jiuwu, and other unorthodox sects gathered here to pursue their destiny."

"A thousand years pass in a cycle, and the heroes of the past have all turned to dust and vanished into the past, leaving one with a sense of melancholy."

"Hahaha~"

A burly man in black robes with a full beard raised his teacup, drank it down in one gulp, and burst into laughter:

"Senior, the outstanding figures of a thousand years ago are certainly memorable, and today, a thousand years later, there are still many heroes and geniuses emerging one after another, no less than in ancient times."

"Within the Immortal City, geniuses and heroes gather, just like the grand scene a thousand years ago."

An elderly man in a blue robe sat upright in the center of the teahouse, gently waving a folding fan in his hand.

rustle~
The sharp, low sound of something rubbing against the table drew the cultivator's attention back to the surface.

"What you say is true; there have indeed been some extraordinary figures in this world."

"The Daoist disciple of Qingyang Daoist Academy is gentle and refined, kind to others, and praised by the righteous path; the successor of the Du family, though suffering a minor setback in the Holy City, has defeated all his enemies from all directions, and is almost unmatched; the current generation of the Changhong One Qi Sword Master of the Sword Sect, his sword challenges the world, slaying evil and demons."

After a pause, the old man glanced around, his tone becoming more serious.

"Furthermore, there were unorthodox cultivators who started from the pass, crossed the Divine Control Plain, defeated all the Du family disciples, passed Greenwood Mountain, and then eliminated the demonic path in Chili City, advancing all the way and killing along the way."

Everyone in the teahouse fell silent, pondering the old man's words.

The world is full of brilliant talents, as numerous and dazzling as the stars, and the deeds of each one inspire awe.

Zhang Yuanzhu

"Zhang Yuanzhu, a practitioner of unorthodox and heretical methods!"

The quiet teahouse was suddenly filled with murmurs.

On the second floor of the teahouse, a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe, with a thin face, stared down in horror.

In an instant, gazes broke through the obstruction and looked outside the building.

It was a tall, slender figure in red, carrying a long, gleaming white ruler. His black hair danced in the wind, and his face was handsome and resolute. Beneath his thin, sharp eyebrows were a pair of double pupils that reflected the sun, moon, and stars.

He stood there on the street, as if he were the center of the world, making the city's prosperity and the bustling world pale in comparison.

"It's that unorthodox cultivator, it's definitely Zhang Yuanzhu, with his double pupils, who wouldn't recognize him?"

A low growl snapped the monks in the teahouse back to their senses.

At that moment, everyone nodded in agreement. Who else could possess such grace and charisma?

As their identities were confirmed, some people showed fear, some wanted to get up and leave immediately, and some even showed signs of wanting to die. All sorts of human emotions were portrayed in the teahouse.

The old man sat upright in the middle of the teahouse, his eyes indifferent, his folding fan swaying gently in his hand.

slap~
The folding fan opened, and a peaceful sound followed.

"Please do not panic, everyone. Have you forgotten why we are gathered here, and what is next to the teahouse?"

"Golden Valley Pavilion, a place where many geniuses within the Immortal City discuss the Dao."

As the words drifted by, the group of cultivators finally realized what was happening.

Yes, we came to the teahouse to drink tea and watch the fun. That person's appearance won't bother us.

Then, everyone sat down again and began to observe.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood on the street, tilted his head slightly, glanced at the teahouse, and then looked away.

He had only been in the city a short time when he encountered someone he found repulsive.

Looking up, I saw several figures standing behind the railing, looking down ahead.

Their gazes met in mid-air.

Boom~
A thunderous roar seemed to rumble, and the space itself rippled as if it would shatter at any moment.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, you actually dare to enter this city. This is unexpected."

The speaker was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, somewhat thin and frail, with delicate features and bright, clear eyes, like lake water.

It gives people a fresh and natural feeling.

The boy stood behind the railing, in the middle of the crowd, with a smile on his face.

"The Du family, we run into you everywhere."

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly stroked the long ruler with his five fingers, stepped forward, and pushed forward like a divine mountain, domineering and explosive.

tower!
"Within the Holy City, the so-called successor Du Xuan was seriously injured and on the verge of death in just three moves."

tower!
"South of Qingmu Mountain, the so-called Fifth Ancestor's eldest son, along with seven other cultivators, were all on the verge of death and fled in a single move, their heads taken by me."

Footsteps, accompanied by whispers, echoed between heaven and earth.

A powerful momentum is constantly being generated as the youth move forward.

tower!
"A mediocre person like you might not survive a single blow!"

The youth stopped, his face began to blur, and blue feathers emerged from behind him, filling every corner with a rich vitality.

The palm releases the long ruler, slowly lifting it, the five fingers shifting.

Boom~
Life reversed, turning into the purest destruction, and wisps of dark light appeared, covering the palm.

Step forward, strike with your palm!
This palm strike was unremarkable, lacking any earth-shattering power, yet it caused all the cultivators watching to change color.

destroy!

destroy!!
Destruction or destruction!!!

Simple yet ultimate!
"Zhang Yuanzhu!"

The boy was shocked. His opponent had made such a brazen move without any restraint.

In the blink of an eye.

Streaks of dark green light burst forth from his body, intertwining and transforming into a three-zhang-tall ancient tree behind him.

The ancient tree swayed, and two green leaves fell, which were held in the palm of the hand.

In an instant, his radiance intensified, merging with heaven and earth and becoming one with nature.

kill!

With a single palm strike, heaven and earth follow.

The two, one black and one dark green, crossed space in an instant and collided.

There was no stalemate; the dark green radiance crumbled inch by inch, as if the leaves containing the world were being torn apart.

A hand swatted away the enemy's arm and pressed down on the boy's head.

Brutal and violent!
"stop!"

"You dare!"

"court death!!"

Several low roars came from all directions, and the Du family elders who were hidden in the surrounding area suddenly made their move.

The Du family members following the boy did not hesitate at all, and rode their magical weapons forward to attack.

Click~click~
The magical artifact shattered, and the flesh and blood of the Du family disciples dissolved into dust.

Various attacks came one after another, trying to stop this palm strike.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the relaxed-looking boy and grinned.

With a thought, divine halos bloomed around him, floating above and below, protecting him.

The palm, covered in dark light, slammed down!

At the same time, attacks rained down upon him, and roars echoed through the heavens and earth.

Boom~
Boom~
Rumble~
Amidst the deafening roar, shockwaves mixed with various colors of light surged in all directions, raising tens of millions of tons of dust.

The world was shrouded in darkness, blurring the vision of all living beings.

After an unknown amount of time, a tall, slender figure emerged against the dust, his crimson robes fluttering in the wind like fire and blood. The young man clutched a severed arm in his hand, drops of blood trickling from the break, staining the street red.

Behind him, several figures lay dead on the ground, silent and still.

"Fellow Daoist, why be so aggressive? The deaths of two servants at the Condensation Realm and the fall of five geniuses from the Du family—can't that dispel the hatred in your heart?"

A sigh drifted through the air.

The one-armed boy hovered in mid-air, his face no longer bearing the serene smile, but only sincerity and earnestness.

The boy was filled with lingering fear. If it weren't for the servants' desperate intervention and the restraint from the Du family members, that blow would have resulted in more than just a severed arm.

"Although I am a member of the Du family, I am not related to the lineage of the Fifth Ancestor."

The boy spoke, his voice earnest.

"Ah!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and exerted force with his five fingers.

bang~
The severed arm exploded from his palm, turning into blood and bone.

At the same time, figures flew out from the dust and landed in front of the crimson shadow.

There was a stunningly beautiful woman in a Taoist robe, with eyes like stars and hair as smooth as silk; there was a robust young man carrying a long sword, his sharpness radiating; and there was a noblewoman in a pale yellow fur robe, the sleeves of which had turned to ashes, and a jade belt around her neck.
"Jiang Xingye of Yiyang Daoist Academy, I have met Fellow Daoist Zhang before. I have often heard my junior sister Su Meng of Xuanyang Daoist Academy mention you. Today, I have met you and you are indeed extraordinary."

The female Taoist priestess smiled radiantly and stepped out gracefully, like a swaying fairy flower, transcending the mundane world.

"Su Meng?"

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, recalling the woman he had met in the Star Sea. Her twelve magical runes were all used for escaping, leaving a deep impression on him.

Most importantly, the two sides once fought together in the Land of Creation.

Jiang Xingye stopped ten steps away from the crimson shadow. With a wave of her delicate hand, the dust in the sky dispersed, revealing the ravaged earth.

The magnificent Golden Valley Pavilion has long since been reduced to ruins.

"Young Master Du Qing is the son of the Du family patriarch and has not joined forces with this villain. Fellow Daoist, you must have misunderstood."

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the female Taoist priest and felt a sense of familiarity with her aura.

It wasn't that I had met him before, but rather that his strategic and commanding demeanor, as if he had everything under control, reminded me of someone I knew.

The young man's lips curled into a smile, he flicked the blood from his fingertips, and whispered:

"To me, all members of the Du family are enemies, regardless of their allegiance."

"But now it seems there's no chance to make a move."

As the words drifted by.

Boom!

"From this day forward, fighting is forbidden within the Immortal City. Anyone who violates this rule will be killed by all the Daoists."

The heavens and earth trembled as a burly man clad in ancient armor and wielding a halberd descended from the sky.

A powerful aura burst forth, pressing down on the heavens, plunging the surrounding area into silence.

The burly man swept his gaze across the ravaged land, his face grim, and uttered each word slowly and deliberately:
"We'll let this go for now, but if there's a next time, you'll be executed."

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his hand on the long ruler, gave the Daoist woman a deep look, and murmured to himself:

'Jiang Xingye of Yiyang Daoist Academy is quite skilled in divination.'

He turned and walked toward the only intact teahouse.

As for the giant at the peak of the Qi Condensation stage, he had no intention of talking to him.

Fayan and Fading, who had been hiding to the side, quickly followed and entered the teahouse.

Outside the teahouse.

Du Qing landed and bowed to the female Taoist priest, his face filled with gratitude:

"Thank you for stopping me, Holy Maiden, otherwise I would surely be beheaded."

"It is our poor hospitality that caused Young Master Du to encounter danger near the sect's territory."

Jiang Xingye wore a faint smile, her Taoist robe fluttering in the wind, like a fairy in a painting.

"Both of you are outstanding individuals in this world. If you wish to ascend to the Great Dao, it would be best if you could resolve your grudges."

“What the Holy Maiden says is very true. After the trip to the secret realm is over, I will inform my father and put an end to this feud.”

The boy's face was calm, but bright red blood continued to flow from the broken part of his arm.

Before the words had even finished, the figure had already slowly dispersed and disappeared.

At this moment, the sword-wielding youth, who had remained silent until now, had bright eyes burning with intense fighting spirit.

"Du Qing is no ordinary talent. With his Golden Core bloodline and a trace of the Jianmu Daoist essence, he suffered such a crushing defeat. I really think..."

"To fight that person."

He turned his body slightly to the side, his gaze fixed on the teahouse, the long sword behind him clanging.

After a moment, he suppressed his fighting spirit and nodded slightly to the female Taoist.

"Our gathering ends here today. See you another day."

Immediately, he transformed into a sword of light and vanished into the sky.

Many talented young people also bid farewell and left.

Soon, only the Taoist nun, a noblewoman with an elegant demeanor dressed in a pale yellow fur robe, and a burly man in armor remained in the ruins.

The noblewoman, with a polite smile, first bowed to the burly man:
"If my father knew that you had arrived in the Immortal City, he would be very happy."

“Young lady, I was presumptuous this time, entering Yuanshui City without permission. I will definitely go to the city lord’s mansion to apologize.”

The big man looked helpless; these younger generations were becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

The noblewoman's smile remained unchanged, her gaze fixed on Jiang Xingye, her red lips slightly parted:
"Senior sister, if you need anything next time, please let me know. I was almost killed by that man with one palm."

She was sitting upright on the edge of the Golden Valley Pavilion when she was almost severely injured by the palm strike; it was truly an undeserved disaster.

"Junior Sister Mingzhu, you misunderstand. That person possessed a secret treasure, which I could not possibly have planned against. It was just an accident."

"hope so!"

The noblewoman chuckled softly, then turned and left.

Jiang Xingye watched the woman's retreating figure, her apologetic expression fading. She glanced deeply at the teahouse before walking away.

As for the burly man at the peak of the Condensation Realm, he remained silent for a moment, then followed closely behind and left together.

The teahouse was empty and quiet.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat upright opposite an old man in a blue robe, picked up the teapot, and poured himself a cup of tea.

His gaze fell, fixed on the tea leaves floating in the cup, and he murmured:

"It's quite amusing that a Buddhist master, a monk who has reached the pinnacle of the Qi Condensation Realm, would impersonate a storyteller here."

"The immortal city is prosperous, and the secret realm is ancient. Many major sects established their presence here more than a hundred years ago. What's so strange about that?"

The old man in the blue robe put down his folding fan, picked up his teacup, and took a small sip.

"It is my young friend who has come from Yaishan since ancient times, traversing thousands of miles of rivers and mountains to reach this place. That is truly astonishing."

After a pause, the old man's eyes held a hint of appreciation as he whispered:

“If you support these two fellow practitioners and never abandon them, you may become an Arhat if you reach Xin Chan Temple.”

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered. He picked up his teacup and drank it all in one gulp, then suddenly spoke:
"Your Excellency is from the Holy Awakening Temple."

Upon hearing this, the old man nodded slightly and shook the tea in his palm.

"This humble monk, Kongyu of Shengjue Temple, greets the benefactor."

"Kong Yu, Kong generation".

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly in his hand movements, slowly put down the teacup, and his expression became more solemn.

"Sir, have you ever heard of Kong Ding's name?"

(Kong Ding, a monk controlled by an old woman within the Fallen Demon Mountain.)
Boom!

A burst of energy, as powerful as the sun, erupted, explosive yet oppressive, only to be instantly subdued.

The old man clasped his hands together, silently recited Buddhist scriptures, and calmed his mind.

A moment later, his face lifted up:

"That was my junior brother, who perished during his travels."

(End of this chapter)