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Chapter 407 Zhang Yuanzhu: I don't care anymore! (4000)

The mountains and rivers are vast, and the sky is high and distant.

A streak of blue light streaked across the sky, leaving a long trail of flame.

Boom!

The blue light fell to the ground, and dust rose everywhere.

The slender, crimson figure released his grip and set the two women down.

"Brother Dao, are you injured?"

Fa Yan turned to the side, her eyes filled with worry.

That sword strike was absolutely stunning; it tore through a thousand miles of space in an instant, covering everything.

Such an attack would leave any Foundation Establishment cultivator, except for fellow Daoist, helpless and awaiting death.

Standing to the side, Fa Guang looked worried, gazing at the bloodstains on the young man's red robe, and whispered:
"Brother Dao, this place is too close to Jianzi. We need to move further away."

He paused, clenched his fist, and spoke comfortingly:
"The Long Rainbow Sword is inscribed with the swordsmanship of the past sages of the Sword Sect. It is almost beyond the level of a magic weapon, so there is no need to think about it too much."

"What are you thinking?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's bright, double pupils swept over the two women, and a smile played on his lips.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The laughter ranged from soft to loud, carrying an unparalleled fervor.

"I'm just genuinely excited."

"Even a genius who hasn't reached the Condensation Realm is worth my full effort."

Clutching the measuring rod tightly with five fingers, he stepped forward, passing the two women:
"You all thought I would leave and temporarily avoid the brunt of the Long Rainbow Sword, and that person probably did the same."

The laughter turned into a peaceful whisper.

"But a sword is a sword, and a person is a person; they are ultimately different!"

The reason he left was simply because he couldn't protect the two women in the ensuing battle, and besides...

"I'd also love to try out one of the Seven Famous Swords - Changhong Yiqi."

As the words drifted by, the wings behind him suddenly fell.

Boom!

A surge of air rolled in, and a blue light rose, stretching across the sky.

The youth charged out with even greater ferocity.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were left behind in less than a dozen breaths.

A figure carrying a sword on his back came into view once again.

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly and exhaled softly:
"kill!"

Its wings suddenly unfurled, and the azure feathers emitted dazzling blade energy, sharp and captivating.

Under the blazing sun, swords gleamed like a forest, swooping down with the flapping of wings, their killing intent overwhelming.

The space, stretching for hundreds of miles, was torn apart and shattered, revealing the deepest darkness.

Such a world-ending scene,
Changhong Yiqi Sword Master's eyes were half-closed, his face expressionless, and his hand lightly gripped the hilt of his sword.

hum~
The clanging sound of swords slowly rose, initially just a faint beastly cry, but in an instant it transformed into a thunderous roar, raging waves, and bursting forth with a dazzling sword light that shook the heavens and the earth.
"Unorthodox sect, take this sword!"

boom!
The sound of the sword was like thunder. It was clearly a single sword soaring into the air, but it seemed as if ten thousand sword energies were bursting forth at the same time. The extreme sharpness seemed to want to tear apart everything, both tangible and intangible.

In an instant, the feathers shattered, the sword light vanished, and the void and the world were filled with dazzling sword energy.

Jianzi's expression was icy as he gazed at the shattered space stretching for thousands of miles.

"Those scoundrels, full of treacherous tricks!"

call out!
A beam of pure white light burst forth from behind, dazzling and brilliant, like an eternal celestial light, as it attacked.

Jianzi's eyes were indifferent, as if he had already noticed the abnormality.

The divine sword in his hand trembled slightly, and he slashed backward in reverse.

The sword light was icy cold, like winter snow falling, slashing towards the assassin.

Suddenly, his face showed surprise.

The sword missed its target!

Or rather, the shimmering white light simply vanished.

The next time, the measuring rod appeared, already pressed against the arm holding the sword.

At the same moment, a crimson figure appeared beside Jianzi, his five fingers coming together to form an ancient fist seal.

Take a step, raise your arm.

Punch!

The fist flashed brilliantly, like a red lotus in bloom, dazzling and beautiful, instantly engulfing the figure carrying the sword.

Using feather attacks as bait and the measuring ruler as a guide, a decisive battle was waged through teleportation using [Special Attribute].

Although the divine sword is powerful, the sword itself is too weak. Without the famous sword, Zhang Yuanzhu could kill his opponent within two moves.

Click! Buzz!

The sound of shattering and the sound of swords clashing rang out almost simultaneously.

The long ruler flew backward, the fist light was extinguished, and a figure staggered backward, with specks of blood scattering in the sky.

Changhong Jianzi's face was pale, his right arm was twisted irregularly, and a divine sword surrounded by rainbow clouds and mist floated in front of him, bursting out wisps of sword energy that swept across the four directions.

In the distance, Zhang Yuanzhu stood holding a ruler, gazing at the divine sword with a look of regret.
"Its self-defense mechanism is a disgrace to such a renowned sword to fall into your hands."

Before the words had even finished, a torrent of sword light slashed down, the sword energy falling like rain, covering thousands of miles of rivers and mountains and the void.

Destroying everything, collapsing everything.

Only a crimson figure, like a snowflake, drifted through the sword energy, approaching the enemy.

His speed was not fast; with each step, each approach to the sword energy, he walked between life and death, yet he was leisurely, comfortable, calm, and peaceful.

Zhang Yuanzhu slung the long ruler around his waist, stood with his hands behind his back, and his robes fluttered as he walked forward.

"I have seen thousands of sword techniques and countless sword styles, but I cannot see your sword style."

"You are hesitant and afraid because you understand that your swordsmanship is far too rudimentary compared to mine."

Chi Ying chuckled lightly, his double pupils seeing through the illusions as he stepped over one sword aura after another.

Jianzi's hand trembled slightly, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

He naturally possessed his own way of the sword, but facing such formidable peers, only the path inscribed on famous swords by sages of past generations could bring him safety and allow him to better deal with his adversaries.

"My junior brother should have been killed by the demonic forces long ago."

"Is it important?"

Zhang Yuanzhu was getting closer and closer to Jianzi.

Hundreds of miles!

Thirty li!
Ten miles!

Within ten steps, the red robe had turned blood-red, purple blood dripping continuously.

The young man raised his arm, fingers spread, and, under Jianzi's bewildered gaze, aimed it at Changhong's Qi Sword.
Grab him!
Sword marks appeared one after another, blood fell, and white bones were exposed, until only a scarred purple-gold bone palm remained.

Snapped!
Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the sword tightly with his five fingers and murmured to himself:
'Take control!'

In an instant, the famous sword vanished.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up as he looked ahead at the figure standing there, dumbfounded.

He knew the fighting was over!
"You...you...how did you do that?"

Jianzi's face twitched, his stunned expression turning into fear, and he dropped the famous sword.

That shouldn't be the case. The Changhong One Qi Sword possesses its own consciousness. Even if a Golden Core True Monarch were present, he couldn't so easily take away this famous sword.

There was no response, only a pair of eyes that swirled with blue and black, like two great suns, intertwined with life and destruction.

Boom!

A beam of light burst forth, merging blue and black light, life and destruction becoming one, transforming into the color of chaos.

That gaze overshadowed the sun, moon, and stars, looking down arrogantly upon heaven and earth.

In less than a breath, Jianzi's body slowly dissipated like quicksand, scattering across the sky.

"I won!"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked up, his smile widening, as if he were having a conversation with someone unknown.

Its body, covered in sword scars, stood exceptionally upright, like a long sword poised to cleave through the dark clouds. Tick-tock! Tick-tock!
The sound of blood dripping to the ground made the young man lower his gaze and look at the hand that was now just bones.

A thought came to my mind.

The dark light in his double pupils dissipated, turning into azure radiance, and a rich vitality permeated the air, filling every inch of his body.

The bloodshot color stopped, the muscles twitched, the skin reappeared, and tiny sword energies were covered by life force and pushed out.

咻咻咻～
Strands of sword energy shot out from his body, leaving long, narrow sword marks on the ground.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yuanzhu sensed that his injuries had largely healed before ending the healing session and focusing his attention on the depths of his mind.

Red, ice blue, and purple divine light flowed around the Seven Treasures Tree, and an ancient longsword floated above the green leaves, hovering quietly and peacefully.

Call ~
He exhaled a breath of stale air.

The Seven Treasures Tree was even more extraordinary than I had imagined. Even without complete cultivation, it could suppress magical artifacts of the level of magic treasures.

Win the battle yourself.

However, it's unclear whether we can prevent the Sword Gate from detecting us; if so, things will become much more interesting.

At the same time, the mirror composed of the three-colored divine light also underwent some changes.

Mastery: [Level 4] Rainbow One Qi Sword (Special Feature: Breaks a Thousand Techniques)
"Breaking the Thousand Methods?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep. The three words "characteristics" were something he had never encountered before. He could only say that it was indeed a tool worthy of the Golden Core level.

He carefully sensed the changes around him, raised his palm, and an invisible wave flowed between his fingers and palm.

It seems like
"Possessing the right spiritual energy and magical power to restrain it."

The young man's voice was low.

In the blink of an eye, an ice blade floated in the air, radiating sharpness and coldness.

Raise your hand and bring it close to the ice blade.

In an instant, the ice blade vanished, as if it had been wiped away without leaving a trace.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent, gazing quietly at the spot where the ice blade had disappeared.

After a long, long time, he finally let out a soft breath.

"Breaking through a thousand methods, it truly lives up to its name as breaking through a thousand methods."

The young man was impressed and began conducting various experiments.

It can suppress spiritual energy and magical power, weakening them as soon as they get close to the body, but it doesn't weaken things like blood and qi.

A series of thoughts surged through his mind, and he sought the best way to utilize his ideas.

"Close combat!"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked helpless.

He's becoming more and more like a martial artist than a cultivator, especially once the five divine forms are complete, along with various traits that make him more suited for close combat.

Their combat power has absolutely expanded to an extremely terrifying level.

However, some things need to be confirmed before that.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, and the Seven Treasures Tree in the depths of his mind swayed gently.

A divine sword, shimmering with rainbow light, appeared in the palm of his hand.

Ong!
The sword light soared into the sky, the hilt trembled violently, and various sword intents slashed back towards the youth.

'Take control!'

The young man whispered in his heart.

In an instant, the divine sword disappeared and re-hovered above the green leaves of the Seven Treasures Tree.

"Pity!"

The divine sword is extremely powerful, but it has left too many marks of the Sword Sect. If he had enough time and was powerful enough, he could break through them one by one.

However, at this moment, not knowing whether the Sword Sect's secret techniques could perceive the control after he took control, or whether the spirit of the Long Rainbow One Qi Sword was awake while under control, he only had one choice left.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered, finally settling into a resolute expression.

With a powerful push from his feet, he vanished in a flash.

……

Sword Gate, situated in the vast immortal land, is filled with wisps of sword energy that flow through every corner of the world.

In the center of the Immortal Land, seven sword mountains take root in the Nine Netherworlds, reaching straight into the clouds with no end in sight.

Sword beams streaked through the mountains and forests, carrying a sense of ease and less sharpness.

Suddenly, the sword mountain on the far right, shrouded in clouds, trembled slightly, and a dazzling sword intent, as brilliant as a galaxy, permeated the mountains and rivers, pouring up towards the sky.

"Senior brother, what happened?"

"Junior brother, do you need our help?"

"But something happened to Changhong Yiqi Sword Master."

Questions echoed from the remaining six sword mountains.

The mountains on the far right stopped trembling, and the dazzling sword intent, as brilliant as the Milky Way, subsided and dissipated into the sky.

A calm and indifferent voice drifted between heaven and earth:
"The current generation of swordsmen has died, and the Changhong One Qi Sword has been lost."

"Lost?"

The remaining six sword mountains fell silent. To be considered lost, they naturally could not sense the whereabouts of the divine sword and had completely escaped their control.

When was the last time this happened?

"The last time someone was this audacious was when an old demon created a secret technique to seal a famous sword and sever its connection."

"Hey! I remember that old demon with the Golden Core. His body was chopped into pieces by us, and his soul was extracted and suppressed under the Sword Mountain until he perished. His flawless Golden Core was shattered."

"Interesting, very interesting. Which force has such audacity? Buddhism, the demonic path, or perhaps Qingyangzhai?"

There was no worry, no anger, only laughter tinged with amusement.

After an unknown amount of time, a deep voice finally rang out from the rightmost sword mountain:
"The Long Rainbow One Qi Sword cannot afford any mistakes. I will personally go to the Passing River Plain to inquire about Qingyangzhai's intentions."

"If there is anything wrong..."

Before the words were finished, a cold and murderous voice fell simultaneously from the six sword mountains.

"If anything goes wrong, all six swords will be drawn at once. Whether it is a Dao Lord or a Bodhisattva, they will all be stained with blood."

……

bang~
The cultivators, clad in cyan Daoist robes, exploded, blooming in the sky like blood-red fireworks.

Two beautiful figures stood on the ground, gazing at the corpses floating everywhere, watching another battle come to an end, their hearts filled with complex emotions.

Since Brother Dao killed Changhong Yiqi Sword Master seven days ago, they have recovered a little and then began to hunt down the righteous path, the Du family, the Liu Mu clan, and the demonic cultivators all over the world.

All forces that appeared that day were to die, without further questioning of the reasons.

"What are you thinking about?"

A peaceful voice descended from the heavens.

Immediately, a tall, slender figure descended and landed beside Fa Yan.

The woman clasped her hands together, a hint of reluctance in her eyes, and softly advised:

"Is it really necessary to go to such lengths?"

"They chased him across the entire secret realm, abandoning opportunities and cultivation, all for the sake of venting their anger."

Zhang Yuanzhu gently stroked the long ruler, feeling the warmth from his fingertips, and looked inward into the depths of his mind, gazing at the suspended rainbow sword.

His eyes hardened as he spoke each word with seriousness:
"Outside the secret realm, the righteous forces are pursuing me, the Du family is blocking my way, and they are constantly plotting against me; inside the secret realm, a large number of forces are joining forces to besiege and kill me."

"Who do they take me for, a pawn to be manipulated at will?"

"Or do you think I am unaware of the consequences of killing the Sword Sect's Sword Disciple and seizing the Divine Sword?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up, a cold smile playing on his lips.

"There are some things that I will never understand in this life if I don't do them."

Fa Yan remained silent. For the first time, she sensed an unyielding rage emanating from the young man. In the past, no matter how many times she had hunted him down, it had only been directed at certain individuals or certain factions.

Now it seems that Brother Dao is going to treat the entire righteous path as an enemy, no longer just Qingyang Dao Academy.

The woman sighed, her red lips parting slightly:
“Brother Dao, apart from a few schemers, the vast majority of those on the righteous path are true protectors of the Dao. They are willing to die slaying demons for the sake of their beliefs.”

"I don't care anymore!"

(End of this chapter)