Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 412 A Flute Melody for the Heroes (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu stood firmly on the ground, not immediately going to hunt down Du Qing and the others, but instead looking inward into the depths of his mind.

On the Seven Treasures Tree, green leaves swayed, flowing with three-colored divine light, and a divine sword hummed and vibrated, but was firmly suppressed.

Is the true sentience of the Changhong One Qi Sword awakening?

The young man looked solemn.

As he learned more about the famous sword, he became almost certain that the sword had at most possessed some instincts, and its spirit had fallen into a deep slumber.

However, with repeated forceful activation, the dormant spirit of the Changhong One Qi Sword has shown signs of awakening.

"There's some trouble!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's five fingers fell down, tightly gripping the gleaming white ruler.

During this time, he had seen many magical treasures and had gained a basic understanding of objects of this level.

Magical artifacts can no longer be considered absolute tools; they are extensions of the Dao and principles of the Golden Core True Lord, possessing the most basic judgment.

Therefore, if the spirit within the Changhong One Qi Sword were fully conscious, it would absolutely kill him with a single strike the moment it was released from his grasp, leaving him no room for maneuver.

Call ~
Take a breath of air.

He had already made up his mind that he would use this divine sword as little as possible in the future unless he encountered a life-or-death crisis.

After all, this divine sword, passed down through generations of the Sword Sect, was one of the gifts I prepared for 'It'.

As Zhang Yuanzhu pondered, he reached out with his free hand, and a drop of dark green blood appeared in his palm.

He whispered to himself:
'Find the trail!'

In an instant, a strange feeling welled up in my heart.

The young man closed his eyes, sensing the constantly shifting target, a playful smile playing on his lips.

With a flick of his wrist, the dark green blood-red color disappeared.

At the same time, a golden lamp floated out from his bosom, rapidly expanding to the size of a mountain.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a step forward and climbed onto the lamp wick:

"Fellow Daoists, let's go clear some weeds."

"it is good."

The words of the law and the law of law nod in agreement, and all are without difference, ascending together to the wick of the lamp.

The young man lightly stomped his foot, causing the golden lamp to tremble slightly before shooting out as a beam of golden light that stretched across the sky.

Mountains, rivers, vegetation, and clouds constantly transform themselves.

Zhang Yuanzhu pressed his hands against the edge of the lamp, admiring the magnificent landscape.

Legal words and legal provisions stand on opposite sides, following the gaze of youth to observe the world.

Time passed, and before they knew it, a gentle voice slowly rang out, echoing among the three.

"During this exploration of the ruins, I discovered a decent spell. Fellow Daoist, you may watch it with me so that you don't leave empty-handed."

Two streaks of light burst forth from Chi Ying's arms and stopped in front of the two women.

Fayan and Fading stared at the jade slip floating in front of them, their eyes filled with astonishment.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was gentle as he stroked the edge of the lamp, feeling the warmth emanating from his palm.

"I was supposed to escort the two of you to the Southern Desert, but along the way we kept delaying, fighting all the time, and even attracted the attention of Golden Core cultivators, which led us into this secret realm."

"This jade slip is a small compensation, to be made another day."

The young man paused slightly, his expression serious, and uttered each word carefully:
"I'll cut off that Golden Core cultivator's head and send him to you guys to kick around like a football!"

According to the itinerary, they had long since left the Riverbed of the River of Passing Away, and even the Plain of Passing Away, but were lured to the secret realm by the Golden Core True Monarch's scheme.

It would be strange if someone didn't feel anger.

Upon hearing this, Fa Yan smiled, shook his head, and softly replied:
"Along the way, everything we encountered and experienced was scenery that my senior sister and I had never seen before."

"Compared to returning to the southern desert to recite scriptures, this scenery is also something to cherish."

The legal gesture involves clasping hands together, lowering eyebrows and eyes to conceal emotions.

"Brother Dao, please don't overthink it. Letting you escort us was a choice made jointly by my junior sister and me."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and waved his hand, and the two jade slips fell into the arms of the two women.

“One person’s plan is short-sighted, but three people’s plan is long-sighted. Fellow Daoists, let’s study the scriptures together and explore magic together.”

Fa Yan and Fa Ding remained silent, no longer insisting, and picked up the jade slip containing the "Seven Steps of the Purple Sun" and began to read it.

In an instant, their pupils contracted, their expressions turned serious, and they observed carefully.

The young man took out the "Requiem" given to him by Xie Beiling from his pocket and began to read it.

A crystal-clear jade flute appears in my palm, which I gently rub.

The lamp fell completely silent.

Three full hours passed before Fayan finally put down the jade slip and raised his head:
"Golden Core Techniques involve higher levels of knowledge, and we cannot cultivate them for the time being. At the very least, one must be at the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm before attempting this technique."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu placed the 'Requiem' in his robes, his brow furrowing slightly.

"In other words, we have obtained a spell that can only be practiced a long time later."

"Correct."

Fa Yan nodded, raised his palm, and tossed the jade slip down:

"This technique should be a secret technique practiced by the senior True Lord Purple Sun. Although it is precious, it is indeed useless."

"If it were modified, its power would probably not even be as great as the technique you cultivate, Brother Dao, for us."

"It's just a useless thing!"

Zhang Yuanzhu remained indifferent, recalling the little pagoda magic weapon that disliked him, realizing that the other party might have played a part in it.

"I understand. It seems I can only try cultivation in the future."

At this moment, Fa Yan put away the jade slip, flipped his palm, and a jet-black bead appeared in his palm.

The beads are the size of an egg, dark and deep, and strangely eerie.

On the beads, strands of Buddhist light intertwined, transforming into chains that bound and sealed them.

Under the young man's slightly questioning gaze, the woman slowly began to speak:

"This is an item I obtained from the portal, a demonic orb, extremely malevolent."

"It should be the spoils of war after True Lord Zi Ri killed the demonic cultivator."

If Buddhist disciples were to obtain the Demonic Pearl, they probably wouldn't even have intended for Fayan to use it.

With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the pearl toward the young man.

"This is a demonic weapon. I originally intended to destroy it directly, but now I think that some things are righteous when used for good, and evil when used for evil."

"This might be helpful to you, fellow Daoist."

Zhang Yuanzhu put away the jade flute, took the magic bead, and examined it carefully.

A pair of eyes shone with dark light, echoing the black beads that emanated from them. Demonic energy burst forth from his body, filling him with malevolence.

"A high-grade weapon, but unfortunately it has been damaged quite a bit and is now at most a mid-grade weapon."

Zhang Yuanzhu suppressed the dark light in his eyes, dispersed the demonic energy around him, and commented.

"Unless you are willing to go from Buddhism to demonism, it will be of no use whatsoever."

With a flick of his wrist, he put the magic orb away.

He plans to take the time to refine it as a foundation.

He didn't care about magical artifacts or the like, as long as they could kill his enemies.

At this moment, Fazhi also emerged from his insights into "Seven Steps of the Purple Sun".

The three stood side by side, exchanging their views and insights on this Golden Elixir technique without reservation.

As the conversation unfolded, everyone gained something different.

After all, even if one cannot cultivate a Golden Elixir technique, the principles and even the scriptures contained within it will greatly benefit one.

Time passed by, and the three talked for a whole day and night before finally coming to an end.

They then sat cross-legged in different positions and began their cultivation.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged at the very front of the lamp wick, focusing all his energy on cultivating the 'Soul-Suppressing Melody'. This spell, which could mobilize spiritual consciousness to attack enemies, was perfect for him.

It should be known that of the three cultivation methods—magic power, physical body, and spiritual consciousness—his spiritual consciousness cultivation is the most profound.

If the Spirit Rhinoceros Flute were added, its true destructive power would be bizarre and terrifying.

For a time, all three were immersed in cultivation, perfecting themselves and constantly becoming stronger. Meanwhile, the Golden Spirit Lamp, under Zhang Yuanzhu's distracted control, not only did not slow down, but instead became faster and faster, continuously approaching its target.

woohoo~
Ancient melodies, echoing in the lamplight, carried a sense of vicissitude and sorrow, as if from a distant past, creatures prayed to the heavens with helplessness and tragic grandeur.

The music continued, day after day, for three days, and every single day.

The music didn't completely disappear until half a month later.

Night fell, and the bright moon hung high in the sky.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged, gently holding a jade flute in his hand. His black hair fell over his shoulders, and his face was gentle, showing more tranquility than before.

He stood up, patted his red robe, and walked forward.

At this moment, Fa Yan and Fa Ding were already waiting ahead. Upon seeing the young man arrive, they both sensed that he was different from others.

"It seems that you have gained a lot from this cultivation, fellow Daoist."

"I've achieved some success in one spell."

Zhang Yuanzhu gently held the jade flute in his hand and responded softly.

Sensing that the target was no longer moving, he looked ahead with his double pupils, traversing mountains and rivers, and explored with all his might.

"I saw!"

The young man whispered, as scenes unfolded before his eyes.

A slender, one-armed boy stood atop a mountain, surrounded by a group of cultivators.

Not far from the boy, on a mountaintop, stood an old man with green hair, surrounded by a faint green mist that exuded a rich vitality. He was also surrounded by a group of green-haired cultivators.

The old man, draped in a green robe, appeared the moment Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze fell upon him.

Bow with hands clasped in greeting!
"Mu Chen of the Willow Clan greets young friend. I have come to resolve the feud between the Du family and you."

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a smile, tinged with sarcasm.

The so-called Willow Clan is, in essence, nothing more than an ally of the Du family in the secret realm, a way to resolve past grievances.
"Are you worthy?"

The young man laughed loudly.

Reaching the edge of the lamp wick, he looked down, his gaze sweeping over the many cultivators before finally settling on the one-armed boy.

"Today I send you to the Yellow Springs."

"It's time for an ending between us."

Du Qing sighed softly.

The relentless pursuit by his adversaries left him with nowhere to escape, but fortunately, powerful members of the Willow Clan arrived to provide support.

A True Person at the third step of the Condensation Realm, who is only a hair's breadth away from breaking through to the next minor realm, is enough to pose a threat.

With the clansmen gathered around him, he should be able to put up a fight.

The young man was filled with thoughts and schemes, desperately trying to find a way to survive.

"The ending?"

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped out of the lamp wick, walking through the night sky, moonlight falling on him, ethereal and otherworldly, a jade flute held to his lips.

Under the bright moon, the young man possessed an indescribable ethereal beauty, transcending the mundane world.

"A tune on the flute is dedicated to you all."

The young man spoke, his voice calm, no longer regarding him as an adversary, but...
dead!

The next moment, a flute melody flowed down from the night sky, and countless crystal petals fell, only to be met with screams and wails from the cultivators.

"What kind of spell is this!"

Someone yelled, their face filled with terror, before being brushed away by a petal.

In an instant, his spiritual consciousness vanished, his body collapsed, and he was no longer alive.

In less than a breath, the Willow Clan and the Du Family disciples were all submerged beneath the crystalline petals, their vitality vanishing like raindrops falling to the ground.

died!

They're all dead!!

Everyone is dead!!!
Du Qing looked around blankly, a jade talisman rising between his brows, resisting the dazzling petals.

bang~
The boy knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the crimson shadow in the sky, lost in thought and at a loss.

"You scoundrel, you deserve to die!"

A roar shook the heavens and the earth, even drowning out the sound of the flute.

In the next instant, green light burst forth, and the seven hundred miles of mountains and rivers transformed into a seven hundred miles of jungle.

Huge trees rose from the earth, shooting out like javelins.

The petals scattered everywhere were torn apart and turned to dust.

The music stopped abruptly. Zhang Yuanzhu put down the Lingxi Flute, glanced at Du Qing with a hint of regret, and then turned his gaze to the furious elder of the Willow Clan.

Apart from the old man, all the Willow Wood Clan members who came here perished.

The young man waved his hand, and a golden lamp fell from the sky, hovering above his head.

Golden lanterns swirled, scattering golden flames that filled the sky, falling like mist and rain.

In an instant, the trees were ablaze, the earth was scorched black, and space itself was distorted.

The seven hundred miles of mountains and rivers were shrouded in golden flames, which collided with the trees, dividing the sky and earth into two colors.

"not bad!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

The eight spiritual platforms within his dantian trembled simultaneously, and streams of magical power surged forth.

He spread his palms out, and his five fingers changed, forming an ancient mudra.

Fire Serpent Technique!
In an instant, golden flames filled the sky, intertwining, gathering, and connecting, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot-long golden serpent.

Each scale is lifelike, exuding heat and ferocity.

The snake's tail stretched into the clouds, its end nowhere in sight; its head pointed downwards, its eyes cold and merciless.

The Fire Serpent Technique, a spell that Zhang Yuanzhu had practiced since childhood, unleashed its formidable power here.

But it's not enough!
Zhang Yuanzhu raised his free hand, took off the Golden Spirit Lamp, and flicked it gently.

call out!
The golden lamp vanished into the golden snake's brow and disappeared.

In that instant, the golden snake seemed to come alive, its mouth opening wide.

Roar!

With a piercing roar, the ancient forest stretching for seven hundred miles exploded.

The snake's head crashed down, tearing through the green light that filled the mountains and rivers, and hurtling towards the old man.

Violent and barbaric!
The collision was extremely fast, extremely fierce, and extremely powerful.

The green-haired old man's anger subsided, replaced by a solemn expression, and a large cauldron rose from his arms.

The large cauldron is entirely blue, and is decorated with patterns of flowers, plants, and trees, displaying a magnificent design.

The old man took a step forward, and his magical power and malevolent energy surged into the cauldron like a river.

In an instant, the cauldron rapidly expanded and struck the sky.

A golden snake, a green cauldron, the two never cease...
near!

near!!
Get closer!!!
Until they touch!

Rumble!
Amidst a deafening roar, the golden serpent and the azure cauldron collided violently, and billowing shockwaves, mixed with golden flames and azure light, swept across the vast wilderness.

Everything in sight was being destroyed; millions of tons of dust rose up, only to be suppressed by the radiance.

The golden snake and the azure cauldron collided hundreds of times in the blink of an eye, with continuous booming sounds.

Boom!

With another deafening roar, the snake's head disintegrated, and the green cauldron flew backward.

A golden light burst forth from the snake's body, instantly traversing space and landing on the old man's head.

It was a golden lamp, with wisps of golden flame falling and covering the old man's body.

The skin melted away, the muscles charred, and the bones began to crack.

They intended to refine the powerful members of the Willow Clan to death.

(End of this chapter)