Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 419 What exactly is she planning? (Not important - 4000 words)

The night was dark, the moon was cold and clear, and a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, dazzling and brilliant.

Mountains, rivers, vegetation... all flowed past beneath me.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were calm as he followed the tracking sensation of the [Special Attribute] and quickly approached the target.

Crackling!

The thunder stopped, hovering over a large river.

The river surges and splashes, its banks shrouded in a light mist.

The young man lowered his gaze and spoke:
"I am back!"

The sound was gentle and clear, echoing across the vast landscape.

Long!
The waves surged, and the river split.

Two graceful figures stepped out, ascended into the air, and arrived in front of the crimson figure.

"Brother Dao has been delaying for quite a while."

Fa Yan's beautiful eyes curved slightly, a smile playing on them as she sized up the young man.

He was tall and slender, draped in a red robe, with black hair falling over his shoulders. Beneath his long, sharp eyebrows were a pair of gentle, double pupils.

Compared to usual, it seemed no different, but she clearly sensed a subtle difference.

He exuded a Buddhist aura, which made her feel closer to him.

"Since we are enemies, we must exterminate them all. I have wiped out the Willow Clan."

Zhang Yuanzhu rested his arm on the long, white ruler, speaking without any regard for the consequences:
"This trip was very interesting!"

The young man recounted everything that had happened to the Willow Clan without reservation.

Fa Yan and Fa Dong listened attentively, their faces showing shock.

Seeking enlightenment and gold, inheriting the golden elixir of the demonic path... the experience of just over a month was incredibly exciting.

Fa Yan clasped his hands together, composed his shocked expression, and slowly began to speak:
"Muqiu Tian sought enlightenment through gold, but his blood and energy were not refined, his magical power was not pure, and his mind was not focused. How could he possibly succeed? He was bound to fail, and moreover..."

The woman stared directly at the crimson figure, uttering each word clearly:
"He's missing the crucial element!"

"A method to break through to the Golden Core stage?"

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable, and his five fingers gripped a long ruler tightly.

Fayan shook his head and said in a low voice:
“I have a restriction that prevents me from explaining, but when you reach the peak of the Qi Condensation Realm, you can make a trip to Mount Sumeru.”

The young man gently tapped his forehead.

Afterwards, the three stood in the sky and talked about their insights and experiences in cultivation over this period of time.

From nightfall to dawn, as the sun rose and golden light shone down, the three finally concluded their discussion.

"It's time for us to leave. After we kill our last enemy, we can cultivate in peace, explore the secret realm, and seek opportunities."

Zhang Yuanzhu turned his body slightly to the side, looking towards the east, and the [Special Attribute] within his mind burst forth.

In his perception, Jiang Xingye was still in the same spot and had not moved.

Fayan nodded, extended his hand, and waved it gently.

A boat radiating Buddha's light appeared before me.

The woman steps into the airship:

"Brother Dao, please point out the direction, and we will go there now."

"it is good!"

The young man took a step forward and arrived at the bow of the boat.

Legal followed closely behind, standing beside the crimson shadow.

call out!
The flying boat trembled slightly, its surface shimmering with Buddhist light, before bursting forth.

On the bow deck, three people stood side by side, their robes billowing in the strong wind.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, and strands of light bloomed, twisted, and finally transformed into a small, blood-red battle flag.

The flagpole is dark black, the flag is scarlet, and a light mist swirls around it, containing profound principles and truths.

Fa Yan's eyes flickered slightly as she gazed at the flag in the young man's palm, her red lips parting slightly:
"Is this the magic weapon left behind by that demonic Golden Core cultivator?"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

With a raised hand, the battle flag swelled in the wind and hovered in front of the three.

“Magic treasures are an extension of the Dao and Dharma of the Golden Core True Monarch. Although the spirit of the artifact has dissipated, the remaining Dao and principles are still a rare opportunity for us.”

He paused, glanced at the ever-silent legal representative:
"When you are comprehending the Dao, fellow Daoist, do not become too immersed. Be vigilant at all times to avoid being influenced by the Dao of the True Lord."

Fayan's eyes shone with Buddhist light as he gazed at the blood-red battle flag:
"What you say is true, brother. Demons and Buddhas are opposites. Only those with extraordinary talent and unwavering resolve should not think too much about it."

"Thank you for the reminder, fellow Daoist and junior sister. I will pay attention."

He clasped his hands together and pursed his red lips slightly.

After some conversation.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged, carefully examining the battle flag.

The same applies to Fayan and Fazhi; they sat cross-legged beside the youth, gazing at the Blood Demon Flag.

For a time, the three of them were completely immersed in the Dao and principles contained within the magical treasure, constantly comprehending the Dao of the True Lord.

As time passed, crimson clouds gradually rose around Zhang Yuanzhu and Fayan, swirling around them.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
One hour!!!
Three full hours had passed, and the blood-red mist surrounding the two was exceptionally thick, carrying an alluring fragrance.

Legally, already awake, looked at the two figures shrouded in blood mist beside him with a bitter expression.

My talent and comprehension are far too lacking.

hum~
A burst of Buddha's light pierced through the clouds and purified all the blood.

Fayan awoke from her enlightenment, first nodding to her senior sister, then turning her gaze to Chiying, her red lips parting slightly:
"it's over!"

As the words drifted by, the blood mist surrounding Zhang Yuanzhu boiled, twisted, and rapidly contracted, disappearing into a pair of eyes.

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand, and the blood-red battle flag fell into his palm and disappeared.

"That's all for today. We'll digest the Daoist essence contained within the magic treasure. We'll try to comprehend it again in three days."

"it is good."

"it is good."

The two women nodded, offering no objection.

Immediately, Zhang Yuanzhu stood up and walked towards the stern of the boat.

He was about to begin his cultivation, to fully digest the gains he had made from the Willow Clan's territory.

On an empty deck, the young man took out a futon and sat down cross-legged.

He raised his arm and flipped his palm.

A wooden strip with a bluish luster appeared in his palm.

In an instant, a surge of vitality and pure energy spread out.

The heartwood, the spiritual root inherited by the Willow Clan, is a treasure he unearthed from a dead willow tree.

His gaze fell, scrutinizing her carefully.

He lightly tapped the wooden core with his five fingers to make sure there were no problems, then brought it to his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

Teeth chewed up and down like sharp blades, tearing the wood core apart.

In an instant, streams of energy were generated and surged towards all parts of his body.

Muscles, skin, tendons, and even internal organs trembled, nourished by pure vitality, and slowly grew stronger.

Within his dantian, wisps of azure light emerged, drifting towards his spiritual platform like clouds.

The eight-layered spiritual platform trembled slightly, absorbing the azure light, its purple luster deepening, and its magical power continuously increasing.

Time passed second by second, and his physical body and cultivation level also increased.

After an unknown amount of time, all the vitality and energy that had been nurtured in the wood were exhausted.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked inward into the depths of his mind, sensing the change in his state of mind. A smile appeared on his lips, filled with pleasure.

A single piece of wood core, once refined, is enough to withstand two months of cultivation.

With the treasures refined, the next step is to plan future cultivation.

Perfecting the divine form—the Qilin—and cultivating the "Soul-Suppressing Melody."

This is the fastest way to increase combat power.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were filled with thought, his face began to blur, and then the Qilin Nuo mask appeared.

Wisps of black mist formed, swirling and shifting around the torso.

As night fell, the young man began practicing his sonic attacks again.

From then on, Zhang Yuanzhu was completely immersed in cultivation, perfecting his divine form or practicing the "Record of Purple Lightning and Green Frost" during the day, and practicing the Soul-Suppressing Melody at night.

Every three days, I would set aside time to study the Blood Demon Banner with Fazhi and Fayan.

……

Time flies, and a month and a half has passed in the blink of an eye. The flying boat moves forward through the air, with wisps of white air streaking past on both sides, and the faint sound of a melodious flute can be heard through it.

Like the sacrifices made by humans to gods in ancient times, bearing the vicissitudes of time, these rituals are unforgettable for all living beings.

I don't know how much time passed before the flute music faded away.

Zhang Yuanzhu put down the jade flute that had been held to his lips and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air.

After more than forty days of practice, this sound attack technique has finally reached a point where there is no further progress.

Moreover, his cultivation and spiritual form have also made considerable progress.

but……

"There are always some bugs that disturb the elegance."

He stood up, his spine straight, like a divine sword drawn from its sheath, piercing the depths of the sky.

Boom!

The heavens and earth trembled, and rolling waves of energy surged from all around, blowing in all directions. Figures appeared in mid-air.

These creatures, some carrying long swords, others with long swords on their backs, stood in mid-air, their robes fluttering.

They varied in strength, but what they all had in common was the sharp aura they exuded, like swords piercing the sky.

At that moment, Fa Yan and Fa Ding walked from the bow of the ship and stopped beside the young man.

The official's expression was calm, his red lips slightly parted:
"A disciple of the Sword Sect!"

"I can see that."

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly gripped the measuring ruler in his hand, coldly gazing at the numerous sword cultivators.

A middle-aged man dressed in a dark gold Taoist robe and carrying a long sword stepped out from the crowd of cultivators.

Bow with hands clasped in greeting!
"Jiang Fei, a disciple of the Sword Sect, greets fellow Daoist."

With his back bent and his expression respectful and sincere, he began to speak:
"The Sword Master of the Long Rainbow One Qi Sword was defeated, his head severed from his body. His death was worthy of his peers in their struggle, and the Sword Sect will not pursue the matter further, but..."

The middle-aged man takes a step forward, his spine slowly straightens, and his eyes narrow slightly, revealing a sharp glint.

"The Long Rainbow One Qi Sword is one of the foundations of the Sword Sect. It has been inscribed with the Dao principles and nurtured with all our might by the sages of past generations. Please return it to me, fellow Daoist."

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly walked to the side of the boat, one hand on the railing and the other holding a long, white ruler. He scanned the surroundings, a grin spreading across his face.

Is this how you ask for things?

He tilted his head slightly and uttered each word carefully:
"Secretly gathering cultivators and setting up layers of formations—is this a demand? Or a forced one?"

As the words drifted by, the expressions of the sword cultivators changed slightly, including Jiang Fei's.

In the next instant, they all began to retreat rapidly.

Array patterns emerged from the earth and spread out, with cultivators holding array flags standing at the nodes of the mountains and rivers.

"Senior brother, why should we compromise when facing such evil spirits?"

"As Fairy Jiang said, activate the formation and kill!"

咻咻 咻 ~
Strands of sword energy burst forth, spreading rapidly in all directions.

In an instant, space tore apart, and endless sword energy filled the void, like a great sun shining with sword light.

Dazzling and captivating!
"Ah!"

A soft laugh drowned out the piercing sound of the sword.

"Didn't Jiang Xingye tell you all that facing me directly and using an array was...?"

Zhang Yuanzhu leaned slightly forward, a very simple movement that stirred up ripples in the air.
The sword energy scattered, the array patterns melted, and the array flags were torn apart.

Raise your hand that was resting on the railing and clench your fist.

Boom!

The void vibrates.

The sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and all things seem to be held in the palm of one's hand.

He took a step forward, stepped out of the boat, and his arm struck out with a thunderous roar.

"court death!"

In an instant, heaven and earth were turned upside down, and the sun and moon began to revolve.

Then, an unparalleled fist light burst forth, striking the great formation with an incomparably violent force.

All formations and sword lights seemed to melt away like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

One by one, the sword cultivators coughed up blood and retreated, their flying swords breaking in pieces, leaving the void in a bleak state.

He's too powerful. Not only would a Foundation Establishment cultivator be forced to close his eyes and await death if he faced this young man, but even most Condensation Realm cultivators would be forced to do so.

"Zhang Yuanzhu, are you really going to be this resolute?"

The middle-aged swordsman stopped his retreating steps, his face pale, and roared.

Blood began to burn, magic power surged, and dazzling sword energy burst forth, transforming into towering sword peaks that slashed forward at lightning speed.

At the same time, the surviving sword cultivators desperately mobilized their magical power and charged towards the Crimson Shadow.

If they don't retrieve the Changhong One Qi Sword from the secret realm, they will become a laughing stock of the entire Sword Sect.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained calm, his gaze passing over the incoming sword lights and looking into the depths of the void.

For reasons unknown, a burly figure with an indistinct face appeared.

The figure held a small jade-colored sword, gazing at the crimson shadow; their eyes met in mid-air.

A prayer, rising above the clamor, reached the ears of all living beings.

"We respectfully request the return of the Longhong One Qi Sword Spirit to slay this evil demon."

bang~
The jade sword shattered instantly.

In an instant, invisible ripples spread out, sweeping across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

But nothing happened.

This scene caught the young man's eye.

Zhang Yuanzhu's smile deepened, realizing the reason why the Sword Sect cultivators dared to come here.

"Ah!"

With a sneer, he raised his arm, his five fingers shifting to form an ancient hand seal.

Like a gate or a monument, surrounded by wisps of thunder.

Boom~
Amidst the thunderous roars, the purple lightning rapidly spread and expanded, crisscrossing with seemingly endless Daoist principles intertwining and flowing, before transforming into a majestic and sacred gate that stood tall and towering into the sky!
A vast and mighty, magnificent and fierce aura rose up and filled the void.

It carries an unparalleled spirit of suppressing all living beings and recreating the world.

All spirits dwell before the door, but only one person dwells behind it.

This name is Nantianmen!

The sword lights came to a halt, and the sword cultivators stared blankly ahead at the endless sacred gate.

I'm at a loss, I don't know what to think.

The door moved in the next instant!

hum~
With a slight tremor, the sword light that filled the void dissipated, and cultivators exploded like blood-red fireworks.

Whether they were Foundation Establishment cultivators or True Persons of the Condensation Realm, there was no difference between them at this moment; they all perished.

The void was stained with blood, transforming into a sea of ​​blood.

Deep in the void, a burly figure with a blurred face trembled as it stared in horror at the sea of ​​blood.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand, a smile playing on his lips, and strolled forward leisurely, like a noble young master enjoying a spring outing, carefree and languid.

Bang bang bang~
Crimson Shadow, stepping on crimson hues, slowly approached the burly figure, his gaze lowered:

"I'm curious, what did that woman say to you that made you and your companions come here to die?"

"Why? Why is the Changhong One Qi Sword not moving?"

The burly figure, whose blurry face became clear, was a middle-aged man with a square face and cloudy, lifeless eyes.

A streak of shimmering white light flashed by.

Bang!
The head and upper body exploded, and blood and bone scattered everywhere.

Zhang Yuanzhu took back the long ruler and slung it around his waist again.

"If you don't want to answer, then go die."

At the same time, two beautiful figures appeared beside the young man.

The Dharma Words swept across the blood-stained grime, and a slight frown appeared between its brows:

"What does Jiang Xingye want to do?"

"She knew her brother was powerful, yet she still sent a sword cultivator whose strongest skill was only at the second step of the Qi Condensation Realm to seek death."

Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head:
"It doesn't matter. No matter how much you scheme or plot, in the end, it all comes down to strength."

"I look forward to the moment we meet."

His hand landed, patting the storage bag.

A pitch-black coffin appeared before them, emanating a cold, bloody aura.

(End of this chapter)