Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 458 Qingyangzhai! Make your move, let's fight! (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu gently gripped the jade box with his five fingers and flicked it lightly with his fingertips.

Click!

The jade box was opened, and three orbs of light floated out and hovered in front of him.

A jade book, a jade slip, and a section of crimson wood floated and sank in the radiance, exuding an extraordinary aura.

Mingzhu looked up, her beautiful face full of sincerity, and pointed to the three orbs of light with her slender fingers, introducing them one by one:

"The Xuan Yang Dao Academy's inherited scripture 'Xuan Yang Fen Dao Lu', some powerful spells, and the Extreme Yang Spirit Wood—these three items are all what we desire."

Zhang Yuanzhu picked up the jade book and casually flipped through it. With his other hand, he placed the jade box aside, waved, and signaled for him to leave.

The woman remained silent, her red lips slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something.

But she ultimately had no chance to speak to the young man.

He slowly stood up and stepped back to leave.

bang~
The door closed, and inside the hall, only Zhang Yuanzhu remained, silently perusing the jade book in his hand.

"Cuckoo~"

A silvery laugh came from behind Akakage.

Immediately afterwards, a girl in a black dress emerged from the depths of the hall.

She was graceful and elegant, with a curvaceous figure, flowing black hair, a radiant forehead, arched eyebrows, lively eyes, and a slightly pointed chin, like a fairy of the night moon, beautiful beyond the mundane.

Her feet were snow-white as she stepped onto the floor and approached the crimson figure, her hand brushing across the wooden stake:
“A fine piece of wood, yet it was ultimately reserved.”

"sit!"

Zhang Yuanzhu patted the empty seat next to him and chuckled softly:
"Xuanyang Academy ultimately originated from Qingyangzhai. No matter how much they compromise and give me all sorts of treasures, deep down they wish I would perish immediately."

"In that case, how could you possibly give me a real treasure?"

As the words fell, he raised the jade slip in his palm:

"The cycle of Xuan Yang revolves, nine deaths transform into Yang, burning away all evil, illuminating the Great Dao, and giving birth to pure Yang."

"It is an extremely powerful cultivation technique, covering everything from Qi Condensation to the peak of Qi Condensation, but it lacks the crucial step of breaking through to the Golden Core stage."

The young man's voice was calm and without any emotion.

"I have never trusted my adversaries, neither in the past nor now."

The woman sat cross-legged beside the young man, gazing at his handsome yet resolute face, and parted her red lips slightly:

"This is the senior brother I know."

"A grudge must be repaid, and a favor must be repaid; no one or no power is exempt from this."

The Holy Maiden of Yifeng possesses wisdom rarely seen in the world; in a moment of reflection, she seemed to gain some insight.

"Is it because I delayed your killing of the enemy today, fellow Daoist?"

Scattered thoughts came together in her mind, her brow furrowed slightly, and she murmured to herself:
"Since the explosion at Qingyangzhai, given my connection with my fellow Daoist, even with various means of concealment, it would be impossible to hide it from several True Lords."

“I am naturally aware of this situation, but how did I end up in this city and stay for several years?”

“I shouldn’t have acted so unwisely. Knowing that my senior brother was here, I immediately showed myself.”

Xie Beiling's brows furrowed, her bright eyes turning to horror as she uttered each word clearly:
"Golden Core True Monarch!"

slap~
A fair hand rested on the woman's shoulder, and a gentle voice echoed in her ear.

"I'm here, everything's fine."

Like a warm spring breeze caressing the heart, it calms turbulent thoughts.

The Golden Core True Monarch from Xuan Yang Dao Academy trapped Xie Beiling in Yuan Shui Immortal City, protecting her safety for several years.

It was this forced favor that made him stop.

Such favors are truly touching.
Annoyed!

In the future, I will explain the principles and reasoning behind it.

At this moment, Xie Beiling finally realized what was happening.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, carrying a chill, and she withdrew her hand from the wooden stake, speaking softly:
"Mingzhu came on behalf of the entire Yuanshui Immortal City, but only on behalf of the entire Yuanshui Immortal City."

The seemingly unrelated remark was immediately understood by the young man.

Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his hand, putting away the jade slip in his palm. He nodded slightly, acknowledging the witch's words.

He flicked his sleeve, storing the remaining two treasures into his storage bag. He turned slightly to the side, looking directly at the woman with gentle eyes.

"These trivial matters are not worth mentioning. It is a blessing to see my junior sister again after so many years."

"I feel the same way. I am happy for my senior brother's breakthrough into the Condensing Qi Realm, and I am even more happy for his unharmed state."

"Since returning north from Tianmengze, whether they were geniuses or prodigies, all the powerful figures of the previous generation have turned into skeletons by the roadside, invincible and unrivaled."

The woman's eyes were full of admiration.

Who could have imagined that a beggar in Guyashan would end up like this?

She placed one arm flat on her knee, raised the other, and gently clenched her fair fingers, revealing a jade flute in her palm.

The jade flute is pure white, with holes naturally formed.

"I'm returning the Lingxi Flute to you; my Yixin Flute has been repaired."

The woman smiled sweetly and placed the jade flute directly into Chi Ying's arms.

Before the ancient secret realm stele, the woman protected Zhang Yuanzhu from Feng Jiuwu, which resulted in the damage to the Yixin Flute.

Several years have passed, and the flute has been repaired.

The young man nodded, feeling the warm touch of the jade flute in his arms.

A thought came to my mind.

The jade flute entered the dantian, ascended to the ninth level of the spiritual platform, and hovered beside the Yin-Yang Jade Tree.

Four colors of light—cyan, purple, red, and blue—descended down, covering it with profound Daoist principles, and began to nurture it.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his hand, and a ray of blue light bloomed, revealing a jade bracelet that shimmered with a soft blue glow.

"A top-grade spiritual artifact, the Jadeite Bracelet, is just right for you."

"Jade bracelet?"

Xie Beiling smiled, stretched out her hand, took the bracelet, pulled it in front of her, and examined it carefully.

"I love so much."

Wearing a jade bracelet on the wrist, the fair skin and the luster of the jade complement each other, adding to the beauty.

Afterwards, the young man gave the woman some precious medicines needed for the Foundation Establishment stage.

The two sat cross-legged and talked for a long time.

From the initial discussions to normal conversation, laughter frequently broke out, carrying a joyful atmosphere.

The conversation did not end until the moon set and the sun rose in the east.

The witch rises:

"Senior brother, please focus on your cultivation. I have gained a lot from this discussion and need to cultivate in the hall for a few days. I will not disturb you any longer."

"Can!"

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded.

He also needs to adjust his own condition to deal with his opponents.

Moreover, after discussing it, Xie Beiling decided to return with him.

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman stepped back, her graceful figure disappearing into the shadows.

The young people also began to take stock of their gains.

The Xuan Yang Burning Dao Scripture is a cultivation method that leads directly to the peak of the Qi Condensation stage. Although it lacks the key steps to break through to the Golden Core stage, the scriptures, ideas, principles, and theories contained within can all be transformed into resources for cultivation.

There are also some jade slips that record magical techniques.

Zhang Yuanzhu flipped his hand, took out the jade slip, and poured his spiritual sense into it.

The Nine Yang Fire Technique is an extremely powerful fire technique capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas.

Burning Heart Calamity Fire: A spell that burns away the seven emotions and six desires; it is strange and insidious, yet it is quite remarkable.

As time passed, powerful spells entered his mind, but the young man's brows gradually furrowed.

There were no spells he needed, only fire spells.

He glanced intently at the gate, then casually put the jade slip away and ignored it.

Afterwards, he took out the Extreme Yang Treasure Wood, carefully examined it, and only after confirming that there was nothing wrong did he place it in his abdomen and devote himself to cultivation.

Strands of azure light emerged from the precious wood, flowing into his dantian and transforming into magical power. He only finished practicing the technique when the sun set, and then took out the jade slip containing the 'Dead Wood Death Light' and carefully read it.

For the next few days, Zhang Yuanzhu practiced his martial arts during the day and studied magic at night without ever slacking off.

Seven days later.

Inside the palace of Yuanshui Immortal City.

A crimson figure sat cross-legged, with wisps of eerie light appearing and enveloping its entire body, as if transforming into a black hole that devoured all light.

In the blink of an eye, the eerie light vanished, and the crimson shadow reappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, his gaze falling as he watched the swirling, fading light in his palm, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The practice of cultivating the withered tree and dead light over the past few months has been completed!
Moreover, his cultivation level has also improved slightly.

Looking inward into the depths of one's soul, one sees the Seven Treasures Tree swaying, and a mirror formed by the interweaving and convergence of four-colored divine light, inscribed with information.

Realm: First step of Condensing Qi (87% complete)

We are only 13% away from reaching a new level.

He has reached this level in just over three months since breaking through to the Condensation Realm, which can only mean that his foundation in the Foundation Establishment Realm is too profound.

Call ~
Exhaling a breath, Zhang Yuanzhu calmed his emotions and stood up.

Boom~
The entire hall trembled, as if a divine mountain had emerged, occupying all the space.

He carried a long, white ruler with a green wooden seal hanging from his waist, and wore a protective armor made of ten thousand woods on his arms. He stepped onto the chariot.

At the same time, a graceful figure arrived with delicate steps and stood to the right of the crimson shadow.

A yellow dog, holding a stone whip, lay down to the left of the red shadow.

"gone!"

A soft laugh followed, and then a stomp of the foot.

"I'll lead you to kill the enemy!"

Silver Wolf rose, and his chariot emitted streaks of blue light.

Boom~
The palace collapsed, and a bright blue sun rose, its radiance shining down upon heaven and earth.

It possesses no gentleness whatsoever, only ferocity and domineering power, with a desire to destroy everything.

The cultivators in the city, each emanating the aura of the Qingyang, Yiyang, and Hongyang Daoist academies, were enveloped in a blue glow.

Ah ah ah~
A mournful wail echoed throughout the immortal city, and figures turned into blood and bones scattered across the streets.

Violent and cruel.

The azure sun hovered in the sky, slowly passing through every corner of the immortal city, melting away groups of enemies.

Kill the disciples of the three academies of Qingyangzhai!

Those who harbor resentment, kill them!
Disciples of the demonic path, kill them too!

Cultivators fell like rain, and the entire city was stained with a blood-red glow. Before the endless resentment and hatred could even form from the corpses, they turned into dust under the blue light.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were cold, his killing intent resolute.

The pursuit and curses that lasted tens of millions of miles were no joke; how could he forget the countless times he was severely injured while trying to survive?

He flicked his hand casually backward.

A crimson battle flag appeared behind them, inserted into the chariot, flying like blood.

oooo~
The giant silver wolf howled to the sky, pulling its chariot across the heavens, speeding towards Qingyangzhai, and disappearing into the horizon.

Inside the city lord's mansion, a dozen figures stood up shakily, gazing at the blood-soaked city. They opened their mouths, wanting to curse, but dared not utter a sound.

A noblewoman dressed in fine clothes stood in the crowd, her expression one of fear, trembling from the depths of her heart.

No matter how many words or descriptions you give, you will only feel genuine fear when the killing happens right beside you.

"Father? How could he?"

"Be careful!"

A low shout interrupted Mingzhu's voice.

The Lord of Yuanshui City, clad in black armor, head bowed, surveyed his surroundings and uttered each word slowly and deliberately:
"Why do you think Xuan Yang First Hospital yielded? Why do you think the road paved with blood and bones for tens of millions of miles was a lie? Why do you think the three hospitals tacitly allowed Xuan Yang to separate?"

The burly man clenched his fists, not daring to harbor even the slightest resentment.

"He really wants to wipe out the entire lineage, and it's possible in the future."

For a moment, the high-ranking officials of Yuanshui Immortal City fell silent, gazing at the majestic city shrouded in blood.

the other side.

The chariot sped forward, traversing the sky.

Mountains, rivers, and vegetation flowed past.

Time passed by, and the surrounding spiritual energy became increasingly abundant.

Half an hour later.

A vast ancient forest stretching for thousands of miles comes into view.

Chirp! Roar!
Birdsong and animal roars echoed continuously from the forest, where deer and birds frolicked and played.

Flowers bloom across the land, carrying a faint fragrance, while wisps of mist rise, making the ancient forest seem like a fairyland.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the ancient forest, but his gaze then traveled across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, where he saw a group of cultivators standing ready for battle.

There was an elderly man wearing a bright red Taoist robe, a middle-aged man wearing a blue cloak, and a beautiful woman in palace attire with a cool and aloof expression.

Each of them was followed by a cloud of cultivators, their eyes filled with resentment and murderous intent.

The chariot moved forward, traveling above the ancient forest, and approached the group of cultivators.

Like a collision with the sun, violent and barbaric.

An overwhelming sense of oppression filled the heavens and earth.

The elder from Hongyang Taoist Temple stepped forward, resisting the invisible pressure, and roared:
"Zhang Yuanzhu, the three academies of Qingyangzhai have lost millions of disciples and dozens of elders because of you. Are you still not satisfied?"

"Now that we are leaving, all grudges will be wiped away. All the disciples of Qingyangzhai are here and may swear an oath together."

There was no response, only the chariots rumbling forward as before.

A middle-aged man wearing a blue cloak stepped forward, his expression sincere and earnest, and began to offer his advice:
“Fellow Daoist is not a demonic cultivator, but also practices my righteous cultivation methods. Moreover, all the blame lies with Qingyang Dao Academy. As the academy's head, I am willing to offer my head to appease your anger.”

At this moment, the woman in palace attire also spoke, continuing the conversation:

"The demonic path is eyeing the border. If anything happens to Qingyangzhai, millions of people will suffer. What have the common people done to deserve this?"

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his palm on the measuring ruler, swept it over the group of cultivators, and spoke for the first time:
What have the common people done to deserve this?

"What have I done wrong?!"

"What did Qin Li do wrong?!"

He slowly raised his arm and, with his fingers like a pen, drew a line in front of him.

"If things change, I will bear the grievances and hatred of millions of lives on my own shoulders."

Within his dantian, the nine-layered spiritual platform trembled, and streams of magical power mixed with baleful energy surged forth like a raging tide.

Click~click~
Space cracked open, transforming into narrow, elongated mirrors with irregular edges, resembling withered branches and twigs, where the deepest, most eerie light shimmered.

Nine pitch-black mirrors, emitting a faint glow, resembled nine gigantic mouths, hovering around the youth and drawing in light and heat.

This is it: all the dead trees are gone!
kill!

With a low shout, he slashed down with his fingers.

hum~
A slight tremor echoed through the heavens and the earth, reaching the ears of every living being.

In the next instant, heaven and earth were plunged into the deepest darkness.

The all-consuming black light surged forward like nine rivers.

Wherever it goes, ancient forests melt away, mythical beasts perish, and mountains and rivers turn to ash—this is the most utter destruction.

"This scoundrel is stubborn and incorrigible; he should be killed!"

The old man roared with all his might, his red robe billowing like fire.

Without hesitation, they directly utilized the resources of the Taoist temple.

He reached into his robes and pulled out the crimson gem.

The gemstone is flawless, with specks of deep red luster flowing within it, making it absolutely gorgeous.

With surging magical power, boiling blood, and churning spiritual consciousness, the old man squeezed out all the power in his body and poured it all into the crimson gem.

At this moment, it was truly like the red sun descending upon the dust, illuminating the mountains and rivers.

(End of this chapter)