Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 423 The Situation Ends, the Saintess Falls, and the Cultivators Are Annihilated (4000)

The witch's voice drifted down, and the space fell silent.

All the cultivators looked at Jiang Xingye with anxiety and a hint of anticipation.

Yes!

If that person wakes up, they might die, but the Holy Maiden of Qingyangzhai, who has been plotting and scheming, is definitely doomed!

and so……

"Your Holiness, please use whatever other methods you have."

"If we cannot kill this witch, we can leave now and still have a chance to survive."

One by one, the righteous cultivators spoke up.

The female Taoist's pretty face remained unchanged, her smile as before, the corners of her mouth turned up, but a trace of helplessness flashed deep in her bright, star-like eyes.

This is the difference between her and the orthodox lineage: her plan succeeded, but she found herself in absolute danger.

It would be alright if Feng Jiuwu woke up, but now it's clear that the unorthodox cultivator has the absolute advantage.

Call ~
With a sigh in her heart, the female Taoist's smile grew even brighter.

"Instead of worrying about me, my sister should worry about her own safety. The divine sword is incredibly powerful, but it also consumes a lot of magical power. After two strikes, how much power will she have left?"

A slender, jade-like hand extends, and wisps of azure light bloom, like clouds and mist, ethereal and serene:
“All fellow disciples of Qingyangzhai, you may take action to eliminate the demons and protect the righteous path.”

Before the words had even faded, a brilliant blue light shone forth, transforming into longswords shrouded in blue mist.

With a flick of his finger, the longsword shot out.

Without the slightest hesitation, the disciples of Qingyangzhai mobilized their magical power and blood energy, and attacked with all their might.

boom! boom! boom!
A vast expanse of blue light covered the earth, causing ripples to appear in space itself, displaying extraordinary power.

The witch's brows were gentle, her beautiful eyes slightly curved, carrying a hint of cunning. She raised her jade flute and placed it horizontally to her lips.

At the same time, the Lingxi Flute, which was floating beside Xie Beiling, swayed gently and emitted strands of jade light.

It was as if someone was holding the jade flute and shaking it to adjust it.

Woo~woo~
Two flute notes sounded, one after the other.

The sounds of the flute intertwine and intertwine, with a blend of melancholy and melody, hoarseness and crispness, antiquity and beauty.

Invisible ripples spread out, brushing across the sky and the earth.

In an instant, the azure light vanished, the longsword broke, and cracks appeared in the space itself.

Ripples spread, sweeping across the group of cultivators, and one by one they fell, their bodies turning into dust.

Jiang Xingye frowned slightly and took a deep look at the jade flute floating beside the girl in the black dress.

Both artifacts originated from the same source, and the unorthodox cultivator had left them as a backup plan. Their power was astonishing, and they blocked the attacks of the group of cultivators.

Of course, there's also the reason that too many of their strong fighters were killed.

Now only a few big cats and little cats remain, and the only alien race that can change the situation is firmly held back by a refining corpse.

Lost in thought, the female Taoist flipped her hand, and a blue-gold bell appeared in her palm.

Shake it gently, and the bell will swing.

clang clang ~
The bell rang, blocking out the flute's sound and smoothing out the torn space.

Grass and trees have reappeared on the earth, flowers are blooming, and a rich fragrance is spreading.

"kill!"

As the cultivators unleashed their power, one magical artifact after another soared into the sky, traversing the heavens and hurtling downwards.

Their eyes were cold and filled with murderous intent; they were not frightened by the flute music earlier.

None of them were fools. The fact that the witch didn't use the Rainbow Sword meant that the saintess was right and that her magic power was almost gone.

Xie Beiling's expression was icy, her red lips moved, and the flute music became even more melodious, as crystal-clear petals fell from the sky.

It tore apart instruments and extinguished spells, only to be shattered even faster by the sound of the bell.

bang~
Jade dust flew everywhere, and the Yixin flute cracked open with a narrow slit, almost tearing the flute body apart.

The Lingxi Flute beside it also flew backward and fell into the mud.

The girl in the black dress stepped back, drops of blood trickling from her lips.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the Yixin Flute.

With his other hand gripping the sword hilt tightly, he coldly stared at the female Taoist holding the bell.

Her cultivation level was too low; even with the backup plan left by her senior brother, she was unable to contend with the female Daoist and many righteous cultivators.

However, she could still strike with her sword one more time.

At this moment, seeing the girl retreat with blood streaming down her face, the cultivators all showed joy and charged out even more frantically.

Various spells bloomed, intertwined, and converged, unleashing a violent and devastating attack.

"Giggle~"

"If you all want to become cannon fodder for my saintess, how could I refuse?"

The witch chuckled, her black dress fluttering in the wind, the divine sword in her hand trembling slightly, radiating a dazzling sword light.

He took a step in and slashed out with his sword.

hum~
The sword light was chilling, sweeping across nine hundred miles of rivers and mountains like winter snow falling down.

Everything was being torn apart, everything was being shattered—magical power, spiritual artifacts, and even living beings and cultivators were all reduced to dust.

Jiang Xingye, facing the attack head-on, smiled as her red lips curved into a smile.

He took a step back and arrived at the foot of the Dao stele, lightly tapping the dark gold surface of the stele with his palm.

Dang~
Amidst the clanging of metal, rings of light emanated, protecting the area around the Dao Stele and blocking the sword light.

"Senior, make your move!"

Boom!

Amidst a deafening roar, a blood-red shadow plummeted from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man with white hair appeared behind Zhang Yuanzhu and the witch.

The middle-aged man's robes were stained with blood, his face was contorted, and his eyes were fierce.

A hand reached out and pressed down on a man and a woman:
"die!"

His palms were stained with blood, his five fingers were thick and strong, and wherever he went, the space collapsed inch by inch.

Xie Beiling's pupils contracted slightly, and she instantly launched a counterattack. Her body trembled, and her blood and magical power burned as she desperately squeezed out all her potential.

With a flick of his wrist, he was about to turn and strike.

Snapped!
A fair hand rested on the woman's shoulder.

In an instant, the surging blood energy, boiling magical power, and even the tense muscles all relaxed.

"Next, leave it to me."

The gentle voice echoed in her ears, and the last trace of wariness in the girl's mind vanished.

bang~
His body slumped down, resting against a broad chest.

She completely forgot about the fierce, violent blows, the approaching gusts of wind, and the menacing ringing of the bell.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking at the bright yet pale face.

Raise your arm, clench your fingers, and the sun, moon, stars, and all things in the world seem to disappear into your palm.

With one arm outstretched, he struck out with a thunderous roar, meeting the palm that was slapping towards him.

A punch and a palm strike traversed the sky in an instant, colliding fiercely.

Boom! Crack!
Amidst the deafening roar, space tore apart inch by inch, revealing the pitch-black void.

A middle-aged man with white hair stumbled backward, blood splattering down his face.

"How could you wake up so quickly? Wasn't it supposed to be..."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless as he lowered his hand and received the divine sword.

With one step, he raised his arm and slashed.

Not a single word wasted.

hum~
With a flash of sword light, all was silent, as if time and space had stood still.

The wind doesn't blow, the clouds don't flow, and the barely perceptible energy in the void has all become stagnant.

Only a pale sword light streaked across the void, slashing towards the enemy.

Wherever its sword light passed, it left behind only emptiness and nothingness.

Whether it's light or energy, everything tangible or intangible was annihilated, obliterated, and wiped away, as if it had never existed in the world at all!

Sizzle! The head flew off, and blood gushed out from the neck, a full hundred meters long, like a waterfall flowing backward, staining the void red.

The middle-aged alien died with a look of bewilderment and horror on his face.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze did not linger.

He turned around and looked at the towering Dao stele, and the remaining cultivators beneath it.

He stepped out of the void and arrived in front of the Dao Stele, his aura bursting forth unrestrained.

Like the sky collapsing, like the earth being overturned!
bang bang bang~
One by one, the cultivators could not withstand the pressure of the energy and exploded like fireworks, tragic yet beautiful.

Zhang Yuanzhu stepped forward, and as he approached the Dao stele, it naturally emitted a halo of light.

At the same time, a soft voice reached my ears.

“Brother Dao, please step forward. This Dao stele will only protect itself. What happened just now was that the female Daoist borrowed its power.”

The young man paused slightly, but did not turn around to look at the Dharma words transmitted through his voice.

Then, she took another step, passing through the halo naturally emanating from the Daoist stele without encountering any hindrance, and stopped ten steps away from the female Daoist.

The girl in the black dress leaned against the young man's chest, a gentle smile on her face, bright and captivating. She raised her hand and waved it lightly.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, may you have a safe journey, and see you in the next life!"

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his divine sword, and wisps of sword energy burst forth, dazzling and brilliant, as if a great sun were held in his palm.

Jiang Xingye put down the bell in her hand, her eyes sweeping over the surrounding landscape with reluctance and longing, her red lips slightly parted:

"I know that you are exceptionally talented, a rare talent in history, and I also know that the so-called past is no match for you."

"But I never expected that Feng Jiuwu would be defeated so quickly and so incompetent, even with the help of a drop of golden core essence blood."

He paused, tilted his head slightly, and a strange smile appeared on his face:
"And you should know, Brother Dao, that the end of the Chuanyuan Secret Realm incident is only the beginning. Those high and mighty figures are still watching us."

"I look forward to your response, fellow Daoist."

As the words fell, a sword flashed across his neck.

Blood splattered, bells fell, and the Holy Maiden collapsed, only to be obliterated by the sword light.

Decisive and resolute!
Xie Beiling looked at the fallen female Taoist, then stepped forward gracefully, a cyan-gold bell and a storage bracelet floating into her palm.

With her slender hands, she lightly tapped the bell, and her smile became even more radiant.

"A decent weapon."

He raised his palm and tossed the cyan-gold bell to the young man.

Then, he started checking the storage bracelet on his own.

Zhang Yuanzhu took the bell, examined it carefully, and whispered:

"Take this. I don't need any more evil weapons."

"Brother Dao, are you still going to stand on ceremony with me?"

The girl smiled faintly and raised the storage bracelet in her palm:

"I took many of the treasures with me."

The young man nodded, first controlling the Long Rainbow Sword in his palm, and then accepting the Azure Gold Bell.

Finally, he reached out his hand, made a casual grasp, and a streak of light flashed across the sky, drifting to Xie Beiling's side.

“The ‘One Heart’ flute is broken, so you can use the ‘Telepathic’ flute first.”

Xie Beiling's eyebrows curved slightly, like crescent moons, carrying a smile.

"Yes, I'll listen to you, senior brother."

She put the storage bracelet on her wrist and placed the Spirit Flute in her bosom:
"Senior brother, the One Heart Flute will be repaired soon, and the Spirit Rhinoceros Flute will naturally be returned then, after all..."

The girl in the black dress, her red lips slightly parted, exhaled softly and whispered:

"When hearts are in perfect harmony, how can everything be held in one person's hands?"

"random!"

Zhang Yuanzhu did not object, seemingly acquiescing to something.

At that moment, a flying boat descended from the sky and landed in front of the two.

Fayan and Fajing walked out side by side and came to Chiying.

Fayan clasped his hands together, his expression sincere and solemn:
"Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on seeing through the past and clearing away the fog of confusion. From now on, the road ahead will be smooth and worry-free."

There was no response, only silence. Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his arm and casually draped it over the long, white ruler, gazing at the nun.

The air was quiet, and grew increasingly oppressive as time passed.

After an unknown amount of time, a gentle laugh slowly drifted out:

"A few thieves, how difficult is it to kill them, what is there to be happy about?"

Zhang Yuanzhu had his own judgment.

Although he had already prepared various contingency plans to weather the crisis, being able to lend a helping hand in times of trouble naturally earned him higher regard and closer kinship.

As for others, helping them is a favor, but remaining neutral or having other ideas is also acceptable, after all...
It's always just a transaction!
Fa Yan remained silent, only giving the witch opposite him a deep look.

"Brother Dao, please don't misunderstand. We are on the same path, and I know you are capable of handling the crisis."

"Junior sister is also always ready to use secret treasures. If the situation gets out of control, she can take Dao brother with her and leave together."

His arms hung naturally at his sides, his monk's robes fluttered in the wind, and his eyes revealed sincerity.

Zhang Yuanzhu shifted his gaze from the two women, examining the Dao Stele that stretched straight into the sky, and murmured:

"You two are overthinking it. The Buddha boat is suspended in the sky and has not left, so I naturally know that you two fellow Daoists have no intention of betraying me."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, and uttered each word carefully:
"Your minds are in turmoil!"

As the words drifted by, the two Buddhist women fell silent.

They examined their own hearts and found that ever since the witch arrived and stood in front of the Daoist brother to face the group of cultivators, their hearts had been unable to find peace.

I don’t know how much time has passed.

Fa Yan and Fa Dong put their hands together and bowed to the youth.

"Thank you for your guidance, fellow Daoist."

"Giggle~"

A silvery laugh rang out from the side.

Xie Beiling clasped her hands together and whispered softly:

"Congratulations to both of you on realizing your true selves."

Then, he stepped to the young man's side, stretched out his palm, and a pale white lightning burst forth, transforming into a bead the size of a fist.

The bead is pure white, with dense patterns engraved on it, and streaks of pale lightning swirling around it.

"Senior brother, the spiritual weapon you asked me to forge when we parted last time has been completed."

She reached out her jade-like hand and handed over the bead.

"I managed to successfully refine the top-grade spiritual artifact, the Azure Thunder Pearl, thanks to the spiritual materials provided by my senior brother."

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze fell upon the pure white pearl, recalling their conversation when they parted last time.

Then, he took the Pale Thunder Pearl:
"Thank you for your trouble, junior sister!"

"It's nothing, just a casual thing."

The girl in the black dress stood calmly beside the young man in the red robe, observing the Dao stele.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu rubbed the pale lightning bead between his five fingers, carefully sensing the inside of the spiritual artifact, and then lightly tapped his forehead.

This Thunder Pearl is quite remarkable even among high-grade spiritual artifacts; Junior Sister has indeed put in a lot of effort.

Then one must also eliminate all dangers for the other party.

His body turned slightly to the side, facing the words and the law directly, his double pupils calm:

"Fellow Daoists, please swear an oath to keep today's events secret."

For a moment, the two women's faces stiffened, then they returned to normal, softly chanting Buddhist mantras and slowly responding:

"Today, with so many traditional doctrines and arrangements at play, this is only natural."

“I hereby swear that all that has happened today is past and I will not reveal a single detail. If I break this oath, may Heaven and Earth condemn me.”

As the two female voices fell.

With a thought, Zhang Yuanzhu summoned a blood-red shadow that sped from afar and arrived at his side.

It was a blood-red corpse with its chest ripped open and its body covered in wounds.

It is severely damaged, but still usable and its original purpose has not been compromised.

With a flick of his sleeve, the Blood-Burning Bead landed on the head of the refining corpse:
"Go and kill all the fleeing demonic cultivators and righteous cultivators. Do not let a single one escape."

(End of this chapter)