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Chapter 441 Zhang Yuanzhu: What a despicable tactic (4000 words)

Zhang Yuanzhu listened intently, his gaze growing increasingly profound.

A heretical sect that rose to prominence a thousand years ago, and a Gu King who emerged from a chaotic war, must be extraordinary.

And their several encounters have proven this point.

Fayan's voice was gentle, and his words flowed out like a stream.

"The Soul-Eating Poison Palace is divided into three branches: Five Poisons, Three Elements, and Heaven and Man. Each branch is extremely strange and powerful."

"The Five Poisons lineage is the most widespread and has the most disciples, but it is also the most ordinary compared to the other two lineages; the Three Elements lineage is the most evil, based on the three elements of the Poison Dao, including poisons, poisonous substances, and poisonous streams."

From the Five Poisons to the Celestial Beings, the woman recounted the events in detail, without concealing anything.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression gradually became serious; the Soul-Eating Poison Palace was even more bizarre than he had imagined.

No wonder Xie Beiling and Fairy Ye both warned that when encountering cultivators from the Soul-Eating Poison Hall, one should not say much, but kill them directly or leave.

Deep within Tianmengze, in unknown ruins.

Five figures stood facing each other, clad in black robes, each robe inscribed with different patterns of poisonous creatures.

Snakes, scorpions, centipedes, toads, and geckos twisted and changed as the black robe fluttered, appearing ferocious and sinister.

At the moment the poison cultivator at the Condensation Realm, who was hiding in the mountains, was killed, the five people simultaneously looked up at the direction of his fall.

"Chong Xue is dead!"

A hoarse voice echoed in the five-person room.

"Hey, what an idiot. At a time like this, he's still thinking about refining his insects. I wonder which powerful figure he'll get killed by."

"His death is no big deal, as long as he doesn't reveal my plans."

Two voices rang out in succession, showing little concern for the fall of a True Person at the Condensation Realm.

No, it should be said that although the other party was a real person, he was not from our own faction, so his death is not a pity.

The figure in the black robe, embroidered with centipede patterns, swept his emerald green eyes over the four of them, his expression cold and sinister.

"Fellow Daoists, please be careful with your words. Although Chong Xue is a bit foolish, he is still a True Person of my Five Poisons lineage. How can we let our enemy go so easily?"

"Heh heh, old centipede, are you going to abandon our years of planning here and go avenge that fool?"

"How interesting! My Five Poisons lineage actually has a cultivator who is so righteous and chivalrous."

Soft chuckles echoed through the air.

They are all fifth-step True Persons of the Condensing Fiend Realm. None of them are weak, so how can they suppress each other and make the other follow their own will?

The figure draped in a black robe embroidered with centipedes remained silent, the emerald light in their eyes dimming, before slowly responding:
"We certainly won't let small things cause us to lose sight of the bigger picture. This site involves a previous era and must hold unimaginable opportunities, which is precisely why..."

"The news here must not be exposed. We must send someone to find out the cause of Chong Xue's death, or whether he revealed anything before he died. Of course, only by killing the murderer can we truly eliminate future troubles."

For a moment, the ruins fell silent as the remaining four people were lost in thought.

This site is far too important. The drying up of Tianmengze in the past may be related to this. If it weren't for the fact that the Golden Core True Monarch was too conspicuous, it would never have been the five of them who came here.

His own Five Poisons True Lord will surely come here in person to investigate the ruins.

After an unknown amount of time, the hoarse voice rang out again.

"Then send strong warriors to investigate. Centered on the place where Chong Xue died, slaughter all living beings across the vast land to prevent the news from leaking out."

"Then pursue the murderer. If you can kill him, do so. If he is no match for you, flee far away immediately."

As the words fell, the five figures draped in black robes all nodded.

Such a move is a prudent statement.

the other side.

Two days have passed since I killed the Five Poisons lineage master.

The airship moved forward, crossing swamps and jungles, and continued deeper into Tianmengze. Some towns also came into view.

In this region, cultivation is not prominent in the cities; most people are ordinary mortals, yet it is exceptionally prosperous.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged on the deck, looking down at the bustling world.

In the blink of an eye, within the city walls, all aspects of life, life and death, separation and reunion, enter the heart.

Time passed second by second until the flying boat left the city, at which point the young man withdrew his spiritual sense and examined his body.

Within the dantian, snowflakes fluttered and fell sparsely.

The nine-tiered spiritual platform stood in the center, and with a slight tremor, all the snowflakes transformed into magical power.

At this moment, all the medicinal power contained in the Ice and Snow Lotus was refined.

Deep within the soul, atop the Seven Treasures Tree, the mirror woven from red, blue, and purple divine light has undergone a slight change in its information.

Realm: Foundation Establishment Level 9 (68.25%)

Refining a single spiritual herb advanced his cultivation by more than one-tenth, and he has now completed more than half of the journey to the ninth level of Foundation Establishment.

Zhang Yuanzhu sensed the vast and boundless magical power within his dantian, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously turned up.

But this is not the biggest gain.

After slaying his rival from the Sword Sect at the center of Lei Ze and seizing the remnants of the Sky-Splitting Sword Intent, he continuously honed his own sword intent.

To this day, the remnants of the Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent have dissipated, and the honing of the Blade Intent has come to an end.

Extend your palm forward, with your five fingers together.

A flash of light appeared, dreamlike and dazzling.

In the distance, one could vaguely see a crimson dragon coiled around a mountain of knives, a long sword in its mouth, looking down ahead.

Stab it!

Space tore open, revealing a pitch-black void.

The blade flashed forward, leaving a narrow trench in the void, shattering layers of void storms, and disappearing into the distance.

The young man's smile widened.

He didn't use much force with this palm strike, yet its power was quite remarkable.

He slowly lowered his raised hand, placing it flat on his knee, his eyes deep and thoughtful.

Planning the path of spiritual practice to come.

Both swordsmanship and body tempering will come to an end.

The next step is to improve one's cultivation level and comprehend the laws.

Of course, there's also the refining of corpses, which helps it advance to the fifth step of the Condensing Evil Realm, thereby increasing its own combat power.

Various thoughts flashed through Zhang Yuanzhu's mind.

"Brother Dao's strike is outstanding even for a peak-stage Condensing Fiend Realm cultivator."

Fa Yan walked from the stern of the ship, looking at the space that was being mended with a complicated expression.

Neither she nor 'He' had ever seen such an outstanding person, who seemed to have no limits and was getting stronger every minute and every second.

"It's passable, but it's far inferior to the true Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent."

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled and stood up, supporting himself with his hands on the deck.

The woman's lips twitched. It would be strange if her current sword intent at the ninth level of Foundation Establishment was no different from the sword intent of the famous swords forged by the Sword Sect over ten thousand years.

However, once you reach the Golden Core stage, you may be able to surpass the Heaven-Splitting Sword Intent.

"Brother Dao is too modest. Time is on your side, and one day you will surpass the sages of the past."

Zhang Yuanzhu, with his double pupils and gentle demeanor, readily agreed to the question.

At this moment, Faguang also slowly approached from behind, and the three of them stood side by side, gazing at the sky and earth.

Suddenly, the young man frowned slightly. He felt a little awkward, and there was also a faint sense of danger.

The twelve-story glazed pagoda in his mind trembled, and his spiritual consciousness surged out like a vast ocean, sweeping across the sky and the earth.

A pair of double pupils can see through illusions, see the essence, and explore swamps and jungles.

No!

Nothing was found!!
Peaceful as ever, tranquil as ever.

However, a strange sense of danger was growing, and my mind began to send out warnings.

"What happened, fellow Daoist?"

"Brother Dao, are there enemies?"

Two female voices came from my side.

Both Fayan and Fading had solemn expressions, tense bodies, and scanned their surroundings.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his spiritual sense, raised his head, and gazed at the sky. His double pupils were as deep as an abyss, swallowing all light. He saw clearly!

"Ah!"

"What a despicable tactic!"

An inexplicable curse-like power descended, traversing mountains and rivers.

The riverbed of the passing river.

Qingyangzhai, once a vast immortal land, is now filled with pits and ruins.

Its power, far surpassing that of a Golden Core True Monarch, permeated every inch of the land, and even the strongest in Qingyangzhai could not erase it, causing this immortal land to be completely abandoned.

Thus, the Daoist lineage was re-established beside the Immortal City of Yuanshui.

At this moment, the old site of the Taoist tradition was densely packed with people.

There were old Taoist priests with crippled bodies, Taoist nuns with sorrowful faces, and Qingyangzhai cultivators with resentment in their eyes. They all sat cross-legged on a huge altar, looking up at the sky.

He was a handsome young man in a blue Taoist robe, leaning on a long sword, standing in the sky. His eyes were cloudy and weathered, filled with the weariness of old age.

“True Lord, Xuan Yang Dao Academy rejects this proposal, believing that Wuliang Palace and Puppet Sect are the real enemies.”

The old man was expressionless, his only remaining arm resting flat on his knee.

The heroic young man was in harmony with heaven and earth, and every move he made contained profound Taoist principles.

His gaze lowered, sweeping over the group of cultivators, finally settling on the Daoist nun:

"Qingyang, Hongyang, and Yiyang, three peak-level Nascent Soul cultivators, all perished when they attacked Leize. That junior has become even stronger; we cannot allow him to continue growing."

“Using the obsession of the disciples who perished here as a starting point, and based on the karmic resentment of the countless cultivators who died on the battlefield, I will personally take action and curse this child to death.”

The nun's expression grew increasingly sorrowful.

Born into the Yiyang Taoist Academy, she was skilled in divination and had a premonition of something ominous.

However, the hatred of the collapse of the Daoist lineage, the resentment of her junior sister's death in Lei Ze, and the ambiguous attitude of the elders of the Yi Yang Daoist Academy left her with no other choice.

This is her responsibility as the last peak-level True Person of the Yi Yang Dao Academy.

Call ~
The Taoist nun exhaled softly, calming the turmoil in her mind.

"Disciple will obey the True Lord's command."

As the words fell, nine blood beads flew out from his bosom and drifted toward the top of the altar.

Each drop of blood reflects mountains of corpses, seas of blood, and lingering resentment and hatred.

These are all the resentment and karma of the cultivators who perished on the Plain of Divine Control, gathered together by mysterious means.

The young man in the green robe had a calm gaze, lightly tapped the hilt of his sword with his five fingers, and uttered two words:

"continue!"

Before the words had even finished, the one-armed old Taoist nodded, and a stream of light flashed from his storage pouch at his waist, landing atop the altar and transforming into a long, dark banner.

The banners fluttered, and ancient sounds drifted out slowly.

The song was faint, almost inaudible.

Until, the young man in the green robe lightly flicked his fingertips, and a ray of light merged into the long banner.

Boom~
"May your soul return! May your soul return!"

The song echoed, and invisible ripples spread rapidly, covering the sky and the ground. One after another, phantoms were generated, crossing time and space to arrive and merge into the long banner.

"Brother!"

"master!!"

"Junior sister!!!"

Soft cries emanated from the altar, carrying sorrow and grief.

Too many relatives and friends perished in that upheaval.

The nun trembled slightly as she saw the illusory figures of her most valued disciples, but at this moment, only her obsession remained.

"let's start!"

The deep voice seemed to come from the heavens.

A figure in a green robe descended and stood atop the altar, holding a sword in one hand and a long banner in the other.

The Taoist nun no longer hesitated.

In the blink of an eye, a compass floated out, hovering in front of him, emitting a bronze-colored glow.

A hand emerged from the sleeve, fingertips stained with purple-gold blood, forming a hand seal, and whispered:
"Heaven and earth are boundless, and the universe borrows their laws; cause and effect are woven together, revealing glimmers of light. Guided by my righteous path, and obeying the True Lord's decree, I return to my origin—appear!"

The True Lord of Qingyang Daoist Temple sensed that the Daoist nun wanted to borrow power, even her very essence.

He smiled, gently stroking the flagpole with his five fingers, and exhaled as he spoke:
"Can!"

hum~
An invisible force, following the unseen cause and effect, and the blood, continuously probes outward.

One obstacle after another was overcome, and one concealment after another was broken through.

The bronze compass in front of the woman trembled violently, its patterns and radiance flashing rapidly.

Time ticked by, and the woman's face grew paler and paler until...
Snap! Snap! Bang!
Cracks appeared on the compass, then it exploded.

"found it!"

The Taoist nun growled, ignoring the shattered treasure.

In that instant, all the cultivators on the altar, regardless of their strength, formed an ancient hand seal and roared:
"kill!"

Nine blood beads exploded simultaneously, the black banner fluttered wildly, and illusory figures appeared and disappeared one after another.

An indescribable curse-like power instantly traversed millions of miles of mountains and rivers, descending upon Tianmengze.

On the flying boat in Tianmengze, at the moment when a great force descended from the darkness.

A stone tablet rose from the flying boat, welcoming it.

In an instant, cracks appeared on the stone tablet, which blocked the curse.

The stone talisman trembled slightly…

bang~
At the former site of Qingyangzhai, a green robe was thrown from the altar.

For the first time, the calm expression on the face of the True Lord of Qingyang Dao Temple changed, revealing a look of astonishment.

He was thrown off after the cursed killing officially began, and was no longer able to join the attack.

"Who made the move?"

The valiant young man shouted in a low voice, which resounded for miles around, but there was no response.

And at the moment the True Lord landed.

bang~
The stone tablet shattered and scattered.

An invisible curse descended upon the young man's body.

His spiritual consciousness was clouded, his blood and energy were declining, and his magical power was also depleting, causing cracks to form on his body.

Zhang Yuanzhu seemed oblivious to the pain, his expression indifferent. With a flick of his sleeve, a coffin shrouded in blood mist fell to the ground.

"On the way back, this refined corpse will protect you two fellow cultivators."

The voice was calm and even.

Immediately, the young man sat cross-legged, his eyes shining with a blue light, like two great blue suns blooming, exuding a rich vitality.

At the same moment, deep within the soul, the [characteristics] were replaced with: vitality, diamond, hardening, and purity.
Everything happened in an instant. By the time the two women reacted, the young man's wounds had reopened and healed, and his aura fluctuated between strong and weak.

Fa Yan frowned, sensing the overwhelming power of the curse, which surged forth endlessly.

Even she felt her scalp tingling; just how much hatred must one have for the Daoist brother to pull off such a show of force?

Fa Yan suppressed his shock and quickly spoke:
"Brother Dao, rest assured to face the calamity. My senior sister, myself, and the corpse refiner are enough to protect ourselves."

bang~
A burst of blood erupted from Zhang Yuanzhu's arm, splattering flesh and blood to reveal his purplish-gold bones.

The young man looked up, his face, etched with cracks, broke into a smile:
"it is good!"

With those words, he activated his secret technique with all his might to restore his life force and resist the curse.

For him, this was a calamity, but also a trial.

Those methods that don't kill him will only become resources, making him even more powerful.

Filled with fighting spirit, surging and turbulent, they charged towards the ever-falling aura.

As long as we live, we will fight!
(End of this chapter)