Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 41 The doubt is solved. Don’t you want to rest tonight?
Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless and didn't care about the praise.

He just looked at the old Taoist calmly and asked the doubts buried in his heart:

"Teacher, I have some doubts in my esoteric practice. I wonder if you can answer them."

"Nuo Opera and Witchcraft?"

"Your cultivation is already very good."

Instructor Yan frowned slightly, recalling the fight at the foot of the mountain. During that fight, Zhang Yuanzhu's control over the Nuo mask had absolutely crushed the "spirit" inside.

Then he pointed to the ground.

Two cushions appeared on the ground, along with two cups of steaming tea.

"Sit down and talk?"

"it is good."

Zhang Yuanzhu did not hesitate and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He directly described the situation when the dragon blood wood exploded while drawing the mask.

However, he did not say what kind of Nuo mask he wanted to cast.

Hearing this, Teacher Yan picked up the teacup and took a sip before slowly responding:
"Although I haven't practiced this secret technique, I have heard that it requires the drawing of spiritual patterns, spiritual wood, and the subjugation of the so-called 'gods'."

"The mask breaks halfway through the drawing process, which means the problem lies with the spiritual wood and spiritual pattern drawing."

"If you trust me, you can take out the spiritual wood and let me check it."

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his eyes, flipped his palm, and a palm-sized red spiritual wood appeared.

Then, he handed it over.

"The drawing of the Dragon Blood Spirit Wood has failed. Only this little bit is left. Fortunately, the drawing of another piece of spirit wood was successful."

The low voice was full of relief.

Instructor Yan looked at the spiritual wood handed to him, with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Then, he reached out to take the dragon blood wood and examined it carefully.

"There is nothing wrong with this piece of dragon blood spirit wood."

After a pause, he handed the spiritual wood back.

"Dragon Blood Spirit Wood, used to forge top-grade magical instruments and secret treasures, even I'm tempted by it. Don't give it out so easily in the future."

"I see."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded and took back the spiritual wood.

"Since there's nothing wrong with the spirit wood, then there's something wrong with how I drew the spirit pattern."

The old Taoist drank the tea in the cup in one gulp.

boom!
He placed the teacup on the ground and spoke with interest:
"Draw it and let me see it."

Zhang Yuanzhu was not polite either. He stretched out his hand and slowly drew on the ground with his fingers.

He drew every stroke according to the description in the secret technique, without any mistakes.

"Okay, stop."

The old Taoist stopped him from drawing, his cloudy eyes full of admiration.

"He's truly a genius. Every stroke, every movement of his energy, is flawless."

"I am the same age as you, but I am afraid I am not even qualified to look you in the eye."

The old hand stretched out and waved gently, erasing all traces on the ground.

"If my guess is correct, the being you wish to forge must be extremely powerful."

"The fault is not yours, but the secret technique itself."

A hint of sneer appeared on Instructor Yan's face, as if he was mocking something, and he spoke word by word:
"You should know that the founder of 'Nuo Mask Witchcraft' was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and the spiritual patterns he created are only applicable within his own knowledge."

"Beyond cognition, it is naturally impossible to cast a Nuo mask."

Zhang Yuanzhu played with the teacup with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Once you understand where the problem lies, you can find a solution.

There are no more than two ways.

1: Modify the spiritual pattern until it is suitable for the dragon Nuo mask.

2: Just change your target casting.

And Zhang Yuanzhu got the answer the moment he thought it through.

Although he had decent talent and excellent comprehension in modifying spiritual patterns, he was still far behind the cultivators who had established their foundation.

Then you can only change the target.

"Strict teacher, thank you for clearing up my doubts."

Zhang Yuanzhu stood up, bowed apologetically, and looked serious.

"Do you have any records or descriptions of dragon-blooded monsters or spirits? I'm willing to exchange them for elixirs."

"It turned out to be a dragon. No wonder the spirit tree exploded."

Taoist Master Yan was helpless. If such a being wanted to be engraved into the Nuo mask, it would be strange if it didn't explode. Then, he took out a jade slip from his storage bag and threw it over.

"The jade slips contain records of some dragon-like monsters and spirits. You can try to use them as 'spirits' to create Nuo masks."

"But remember, you must be careful with monsters that have such blood, and don't get caught up in them."

"As for the pills you snatched from those juniors, they are of no use to me. Take them for yourself."

Zhang Yuanzhu held the jade slip, feeling the warmth coming from his palm.

With a flip of his free palm, the palm-sized dragon blood tree appeared again.

He suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, pinched off a large half and handed it over.

He doesn't want to owe anyone a favor.

"Please keep this half piece of dragon blood spirit wood, Master Yan."

Old Taoist Yan looked up, looked at the child's determined eyes, and smiled.

In the end, he took over the dragon blood spirit wood.

"In that case, I won't be polite."

"The younger generation is not polite."

Zhang Yuanzhu clasped his fists and saluted again.

"Master Yan, thank you for your guidance. I will go back and recover from my injuries first."

“Go! Go!!”

"Don't delay the morning class in five days."

The child nodded, turned around, and walked towards the mountainside.

The further down we went, the more people there were.

Many disciples were secretly observing the returning children.

The gray robe was torn and stained with blood, the long black hair was draped over the shoulders, and the exposed skin was covered with various scars.

He looked disheveled and weak, but no one dared to stand in front of him.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked all the way back to his stone house.

What appeared in the field of vision was a mess, the door was wide open, the mattress was pulled to the ground at random, and there were many footprints.

He looked around with a cold look in his eyes. It was obvious that he thought that the man could not return, so he humiliated him at will.

"After one stick of incense, clean the house for me."

"Otherwise, no one can rest tonight."

The indifferent voice echoed among the crowd, making the faces of the disciples stiffen.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground, not daring to object.

Zhang Yuanzhu then walked towards the center of the house, came to a stone house, and pushed forward directly.

Crunch!

The door opened, revealing a figure sitting in a chair, drinking alone.

The boy was a sturdy man, dressed as a guard, and was one of the princess's only remaining followers.

"Zhang Yuan."

boom!
A hand stretched out, crossed the space in an instant, and grasped his neck.

Before he could struggle or resist.

With a slight shake of his arm, the guard went limp like a noodle and was carried out of the house.

Crunch!Crunch!
The doors opened one by one, and the guards and maids walked out one by one, looking at the tall figure with resentment.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, no harm is allowed within Daofeng."

"He didn't hurt Lietie, he used his cleverness."

The princess walked out of the house, looked at the guard Zhang Yuanzhu who was holding a single arm, and interrupted her subordinate's words.

"You know this place, there's no chance of us fighting."

"What's the matter? Just tell me."

Zhang Yuanzhu casually threw the Lie Tie aside, his arms hanging down, his eyes cold and fierce.

"Everything in my house is damaged. My mattress, spare clothes, and cushions are all filthy. What can I say?"

Lie Lin'er frowned slightly, and looked at the maid beside her with her beautiful eyes.

"Your Highness, it was not us who did this."

"He was too domineering. It's not surprising that something like this happened after he left."

The maid explained.

"Prepare a new set of bedding, robes, and a cushion for him."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

(End of this chapter)