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Chapter 434 Condensing Evil Spirits, Discussing the Great Dao (4000 words)

stab~
The long ruler sliced ​​through the mangled body, scales and armor fell off, and blood splattered everywhere.

The thunder dragon howled and retreated continuously.

Zhang Yuanzhu gripped the Measuring Ruler tightly with his right palm, and a series of shimmering white lights appeared, crisscrossing the void and tearing apart the dragon's body.

He raised his left arm, his fist striking forward, unleashing unparalleled light that thundered forward.

Clang! Sizzle!
The clash of metal, accompanied by the sound of flesh tearing apart, echoed through the void.

“Fellow Daoist, I am willing to swear an oath to serve you as my master, and never betray you for all eternity, only asking to live.”

The thunder dragon roared, its voice filled with supplication.

It was unwilling to accept this; it was only one step away from transforming into a dragon.

When it breaks through the barrier with the body of a true dragon, it may be able to enter the Golden Core realm.

Boom~
The fist struck the dragon's body, severing half of its body, and blood cascaded down like a waterfall.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was icy as he brandished his long ruler and strode forward.

Whether they beg for mercy or roar in anger, at this moment, there is absolutely no other choice.

But there is only one battle, and that's all we can do!
The loser dies, the winner lives—it's that simple.

This resolute will, as the crimson shadow moved forward, clearly and unmistakably entered the heart of the thunder dragon.

Roar!
Lei Jiao's half-face was contorted in a ferocious grimace, and his single eye held a hysterical glint.

It has no way out.

"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!!"

The mangled body swayed, lightning gathered, and all the power squeezed from the beast's body rushed towards the crimson shadow.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a carefree smile, his long ruler slung across his waist, his arms outstretched.

Wings flapping.

Boom!

It shot out and charged straight at them.

The dragon and the human began their most brutal battle, fists clashing with claws, wills battling against wills.

Scales and armor fell off, dragon blood splattered, and feathers also fell.

A series of booming sounds rang out, and endless strong winds were generated from the point of collision, blowing across the vast wilderness and creating ripples in the void.

Both fought with all their might, holding nothing back, battling to the point of madness.

Click~
Another sound of bones shattering rang out, and then the entire void fell silent.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in the void, looking down at the mangled body beneath his feet.

The dragon's body collapsed like a pulp, its remaining bones completely shattered, and all its life force vanished.

"They're really hard to kill!"

The youth spoke softly, dispersing the five divine forms.

This dragon's body was as hard as divine iron, and it was full of vitality.

It was already extremely difficult for him to break through the scales, but to take his life, he had to throw hundreds of punches to break all the bones in his body and beat him to death.

after all,..
"I won!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and reached out his hand to collect the dragon's corpse.

Suddenly, the wreckage in front of them moved.

An inexplicable aura circulated within the mangled body of the dragon.

"Playing tricks? Die!"

The young man narrowed his double pupils, and instead of retracting his outstretched hand, he quickly pressed it down.

A crimson-gold light shone between his five fingers, as if to burn the remaining body to ashes!

A sigh emanated from the mangled body of the Thunder Dragon.

An invisible ripple gently brushed across the palm, instantly dissolving the crimson-gold radiance and calming the violent power.

"Young friend, why be so wary? Why not meet with this old man?"

As the sigh subsided, the Thunder Dragon, now only half a dragon beast with all its bones broken, actually got up.

The initial coldness and cruelty had vanished from those single eyes, replaced by warmth and appreciation.

On the other side, the moment the light in the palm dissipated.

Zhang Yuanzhu clenched his fist in mid-air, and a blood-red battle flag appeared in his palm.

Flags fluttered, red robes billowed, black hair danced wildly, and a pair of eyes were as deep and unfathomable as an abyss.

He tilted his head slightly, gazing at the thunder dragon whose aura was vastly different, and slowly uttered a few words:

"A Primordial True Person?"

Although it was a question, it carried an air of certainty.

Aside from the innate immortal who left behind this site, he couldn't think of any living being that could reside in the mind of a thunder dragon about to transform into a dragon.

'Lei Jiao' looked at the scarlet battle flag in the young man's hand, a look of astonishment appearing in his single eye.

How could a Foundation Establishment cultivator possess a magic weapon?

"It seems you've heard of my name, young friend."

The mangled body lay coiled, the dragon's head raised:
"There's no need to be so wary. I mean no harm, and young friend, you possess a magical treasure, so I have no power to cause you any damage."

His voice was gentle and honest.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless as the Blood Demon Banner trembled, causing the scattered dragon tail, scales, and flesh in the void to vanish completely.

His gaze remained fixed on the coiled thunder dragon, without shifting an inch, and he spoke:
"A wisp of remnant soul resides in a beast's body; it seems the senior has failed."

Upon hearing this, a human-like bitterness appeared on the dragon-like beast's face:
"Yes, it failed!"

"No matter how many plans or schemes were made, they were still far from enough. The Golden Core realm is just too difficult."

A trace of unwillingness flashed in Lei Jiao's single eye as he muttered to himself:

"If I had come from a prestigious sect, I might have had the opportunity to become a Golden Core True Monarch, and I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble, having to rely on a backup plan."

"But at this moment, everything has come to nothing."

"Backhand?"

Zhang Yuanzhu examined the mangled remains of the dragon, seemingly understanding something, his expression suggestive:
"Senior refers to this Thunder Dragon."

The Primordial Immortal nodded, his single eye lowered, looking at the body whose bones and flesh had crumbled inch by inch, a body beyond any hope of death, and said with a bitter smile:
"This Thunder Dragon was something I found with great difficulty. Before it was even born, I used various precious medicines to refine its bloodline as a fallback plan if I failed to break through to the Golden Core stage."

"I look forward to the Thunder Dragon transforming into a true dragon and breaking through to the Golden Core realm, so that I can reap the final reward."

The innate master did not conceal anything, but explained his own plan with a hint of unspeakable regret.

Zhang Yuanzhu listened quietly, his five fingers lightly gripping the flagpole, feeling the warmth emanating from his fingertips:
"Seizing the True Dragon Dao Fruit that will help a general achieve the Golden Core stage, senior, you have quite the audacity. Aren't you worried that you might overdo it and end up doing all the work for someone else?"

If the Thunder Flood Dragon were to transform into a true dragon and reach the end of the Condensing Evil Realm, even if its remnant soul were to launch a surprise attack, it would most likely be reduced to mere provisions.

"Hey! It's just a choice I had no other option. I've calculated that the success rate is probably only 10%."

"Not to mention, the path is rugged. Even with all the methods I left behind, Lei Jiao did not reach the peak of the Condensation Realm before he died and his Dao dissipated."

After a pause, the Innate True Man raised his head, his single eye gazing at the crimson figure, and sighed:
"The Thunder Swamp Central Secret Realm self-destructed decades ago, and the Thunder Dragon fell into the world; the Thunder Dragon encountered you, young friend, and was immediately killed."

"This is its calamity, and also my calamity. If I cannot overcome it, I will die and my life will end."

Zhang Yuanzhu rubbed his five fingers against the flagpole, his double pupils emitting streaks of blue light as he repaired his injuries.

"You are quite magnanimous, senior. It's a pity we didn't live in the same era. We would have met in battle and drunk our fill of wine."

Upon hearing this, the Innate True Man's lips twitched, and half of his dragon face became clearly ferocious and terrifying.

Although he resided in Lei Jiao's mind and was mostly asleep, he was quite awake just now, and his punches were incredibly powerful.

If I had met this person when I was young, I would have turned around and left immediately, without any thought of competing with him.

"Young friend, you flatter me. If we were to meet someone of the same generation, I would certainly follow him closely, hoping to attain the Great Dao."

At the same time, two streaks of light arrived from afar and landed beside the crimson figure. Fa Yan and Fa Zheng frowned slightly, gazing at the inexplicably powerful remnant dragon.

"What is this, fellow Daoist?"

"A senior who refused to be forgotten."

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered, took a step forward, leading the two women by half a step, and blocked the 'Thunder Dragon's' prying gaze.

Fayan clasped her hands together, looked straight ahead with her beautiful eyes, and spoke directly:
"A Primordial True Person?"

"This little girl is quite clever!"

Immortal Celestial Master's single eye swept over the two women, especially Fa Yan, a hint of amusement flashing deep in his eyes.

Finally, his gaze settled on the crimson figure, with a solemn expression:

"My plans have been completely destroyed, and most of the spiritual herbs and treasures have been devoured by the Thunder Dragon. However, there is still one most precious herb remaining. Consider it my apology to you, young friend."

“To pay for the offense committed by this wicked beast.”

As the words fell, the dragon's mangled body tore apart, and a purple dragon scale flew out from the flesh and blood, hovering in front of it.

"go with!"

The old man roared, and the purple dragon scales instantly transformed into a stream of light, flying out of the void and landing in an open space.

bang~
The dragon scales burst open, creating ripples that altered even the empty spaces.

A flower slowly emerges, with lightning coiled around it. A gentle breeze blows, the petals sway, and the sound of thunder can be heard.

What caught the young man's attention was not the flower, but the dark purple fruit growing on the petals.

The fruit is irregular in shape, with slight bumps and undulations, vaguely outlining the silhouette of a miniature dragon's head, appearing both ferocious and noble.

The Innate True Man, looking at the juniors who were eyeing the precious fruit, had a satisfied look in his single eye and began to explain:
"The Dragon Blood Thunder Fruit was a precious medicine I prepared for the Thunder Flood Dragon to transform into a dragon, but unfortunately it was not fortunate enough to consume it, so I am giving it to you, young friend."

"Whether to swallow it or use it for something else is up to you."

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his gaze from the precious fruit, his face becoming more solemn:
"What do you seek, sir? Please speak plainly!"

Ultimately, it was he who shattered the last glimmer of hope for the Innate True Person.

It's already rare enough that he doesn't harbor resentment; now that he's being given precious fruit, he must have something in mind.

Upon hearing this, a hint of appreciation flashed in the eyes of the Innate True Man, who shook his head and chuckled softly.
"Young friend, you must not be from a prominent family."

"The unorthodox method of burning the sun."

The True Man pondered deeply, but still couldn't figure out which lineage the Scorching Sun Dharma Lineage belonged to. However, upon reflection...
"It's indeed not a major orthodox sect, but it's still a bit better than my background as a rogue cultivator."

"People like us are like duckweed in the rain or leaves in the wind, drifting aimlessly. No matter how amazing our talents are, we can't compare to the potential of those who come from prestigious families."

"The Golden Core realm has killed too many people."

The immortal sighed, noticing that the Daoist aura on the dragon's body was inexplicably fading and its energy was slowly dissipating.

"I have reached the end of my road. I only hope that a successor who is more outstanding than me can make the same path that I failed to take."

A ripple of emotion stirred deep within Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes as he gazed at the 'Thunder Dragon's' increasingly waning aura.

Call ~
Take a breath of air.

Then, he clasped his hands in a fist salute:
“I come from a non-traditional sect, and many scriptures, techniques, and even realms are like flowers in a mirror or the moon in water, lacking the slightest bit of understanding.”

He bowed with his hands clasped, his expression sincere, and uttered each word carefully:
"Senior, may I ask what the Condensing Fiend Realm is?"

Unlike the Foundation Establishment stage, where the Mountain Lord can guide and preach to one, the Qi Condensation stage has no one to lead and must proceed on one's own.

He had read various scriptures and techniques for the Condensing Qi Realm, but no expert who had completed the Condensing Qi Realm had ever analyzed or explained the realm to him, or told him about the techniques and things he should pay attention to.

There are too many things that are not explained in the scriptures or practices, and he needs to keep pondering and trying them out.

But now, there is a powerful expert who has completed the Qi Condensation Realm standing in front of me. If he can preach the Dao, it will definitely save me a lot of effort.

At this moment, Fayan and Fading also looked at the red figure who was bowing with clasped hands, their red lips slightly pursed, remaining silent.

The Innate True Man stared directly at the crimson shadow with his single eye, gazing at its double pupils. His head, which had been drooping in anticipation of death, rose again, and he spoke:
"Can!"

"Young friend, you have already reached the ninth level of Foundation Establishment. You should indeed pay attention to the Qi Condensation Realm. Here are some of my humble opinions, please listen."

Zhang Yuanzhu straightened his back, holding the Blood Demon Flag behind him, which fluttered like fire.

"Please, senior, preach."

"The so-called condensation of evil energy is to comprehend a trace of the law within the corresponding evil energy, so as to contain the evil energy in the dantian and draw it to the ninth level of the spiritual platform. This is the condensation of evil energy realm."

"The Condensing Qi Realm consists of five steps. After five steps, one can glimpse the Great Dao, break through to the Golden Core stage, and become a great sect's foundation or ancestor."

This knowledge was recorded in the Condensing Evil Technique, and Zhang Yuanzhu listened attentively as always.

A gentle voice echoed continuously in the void.

"Unlike Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining, the Condensation of Evil Realm places more emphasis on comprehending the laws, while the cultivation of magical power is secondary."

"Using the laws to propel the evil energy down from the spiritual platform, merging it with magical power, and tempering the spiritual platform, until it covers nine layers of the spiritual platform, then the five steps of condensing evil energy are complete."

"Two spiritual platforms constitute one step. After five steps, the evil energy, laws, and magic power become one. Then, through the combination of qi and blood and spiritual consciousness, the evil energy is fully condensed and the magic fruit is completed, allowing one to break through to the Golden Core realm."

The language progressed from simple to profound, thoroughly dissecting the Ning Sha Realm and revealing various techniques and points of attention.

Zhang Yuanzhu listened with rapt attention, completely absorbed in the teachings and doctrines.

Time passes minute by minute.

A cup of tea!

One stick of incense!
One hour!!!
The three remained engrossed in their sermon until...
"That's enough for now, I should go."

The calm voice startled Zhang Yuanzhu awake.

He gazed at the 'Thunder Dragon,' whose mysterious Daoist aura had completely dissipated and whose vital energy was extremely weak.

He clasped his hands together and bowed.

"I will remember the teachings given to me by my predecessors today."

"Haha, if I can reach the Golden Core stage and show those disciples from the major sects what I've learned, then this lecture will have been worthwhile."

The Primordial Immortal laughed loudly, and the inexplicable Daoist aura dissipated, his aura completely vanishing.

slap~
Half of the head drooped down, striking the mangled body, and then fell silent.

Fayan stood to one side, hands clasped together, softly chanting scriptures, his body radiating wisps of Buddhist light.

After a moment, he nodded slightly to his fellow Daoist:

"The remnant soul has been extinguished; the innate true master has perished."

"I see."

As he raised his arm, streaks of crimson-gold flames burst forth from his fingertips.

With a wave of his hand, flames fell upon the mangled body.

boom!
Crimson-gold flames raged, engulfing the remnants of the thunder dragon's body.

Flesh and blood turned to ash, bones and tendons burned away, and all traces disappeared.

About an incense stick later, the flames dissipated, leaving only the broken horns suspended in the void.

He reached out, gripped the two corners tightly, and suddenly exerted force.

Snap~ Bang~
The two horns shattered and were ground into ashes.

It spilled through the gaps between the fingers, then was swept away by the flames, leaving no trace.

Fa Yan and Fa Ding watched this scene, their lips twitching. Their fellow Daoist was ruthless, erasing all traces of that True Person.

Whether it was a real or fake fall just now, the remnant soul has now completely dissipated.

Crimson Shadow held the Blood Demon Banner in his palm backward.

Then, he looked at the two women, his expression gentle:

"With Lei Jiao dead, this battle is over. It's time for us to reap the sweet fruits."

With a flick of his sleeve, two storage bags floated to Fayan and Fazhi's feet.

"A small amount of Thunder Dragon flesh, scales, and bones, one for each of you two."

(End of this chapter)