Please call me Dadaozu

Chapter 466 Entering the Du Family, Talking about the Five Ancestors (4000 words)

Zhang Yuanzhu raised the hand holding the medicinal fruit, his double pupils scrutinizing it closely.

A light white mist swirled around the fruit, exuding a mysterious and profound aura.

The young man gently rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the surging energy within, which was not violent but rather quite gentle.

He had already investigated and found out that the precious medicine had no hidden tricks and could be taken directly.

Without hesitation, he swallowed it in one gulp.

The medicinal fruit melted instantly upon entering the mouth, and streams of energy surged throughout the body before converging in the dantian.

Wisps of white mist appeared and filled every inch of the dantian, where the nine-layered spiritual platform stood in the center, radiating a blue light.

The spiritual platform trembled slightly, and wisps of white mist surged in, gathering around the platform and transforming into magical power.

The azure light shone even brighter and more dazzlingly here, and the magical power began to increase at a visible speed. Along with the insights into the Yin and Yang laws accumulated over the past few days, all of it was integrated into the baleful energy, slowly covering downwards.

He's getting stronger quickly!
For the next seven days, Zhang Yuanzhu went into seclusion to cultivate and refine the medicinal fruit with all his might.

Xie Beiling wanders around the holy city every day, enjoying the bustling world.

On the eighth day, the woman, Big Yellow, and Silver Wolf concealed their presence, left the Holy City, and disappeared.

Inside the room, Zhang Yuanzhu closed his eyes and slowly opened them.

Boom~
A beam of light burst forth, tearing through space and traversing heaven and earth.

The vast sky, stretching for six thousand miles, was shrouded in a hazy mist, enveloped by a single gaze, neither above nor below, inverted and indistinct.

One cultivator after another looked up, staring at the double pupils descending from the sky, their expressions filled with fear, frozen in place.

I was at a loss, and I didn't know what to think.

After an unknown amount of time, a low, lamenting murmur finally rang out:
"Zhang Yuanzhu, True Lord!"

Faced with such immense power, there was no other living being besides the True Lord.

And those double pupils known to all living beings are only possessed by the unorthodox cultivator—Zhang Yuanzhu!

Chi Ying sat cross-legged in the courtyard, gazing at the six thousand miles of rivers and mountains, gradually lowering his gaze.

"In this way, it should attract a lot of attention and provide them with an extra layer of protection."

Zhang Yuanzhu placed his arms flat on his knees, cleared his mind of distractions, and began to sense the changes around him.

The magical power was surging, and the laws were profound. The seventh level of the spiritual platform was already partially covered by black and white evil energy.

Realm: Second Step of Condensing Qi (20% and 30% complete)

The young man's lips curled into a smile.

Less than two months after breaking through his cultivation level, he had already completed one-fifth of the second step of the Condensing Fiend Realm.

If all goes well, we should be able to make another step forward in less than a year.

After all, he still had precious medicines in his possession, and his understanding of the laws, aided by the four [characteristics], was nearing its peak.

Lost in thought, he flipped his hand, took out the Extreme Yang Treasure Wood, and began to cultivate the Yi Wood Rejuvenation Technique.

A faint red light emanated from its body, like the warm winter sun, gentle and full of vitality.

Zhang Yuanzhu continued his seclusion.

He did not intend to act immediately; he would wait until the witch and Big Yellow were far away from the Holy City and there were no more worries.

……

the other side.

unknown space.

The vegetation is lush and green, the flowers are in full bloom, and the air is filled with a misty, ethereal atmosphere, like a fairyland.

Deep within the celestial land, an ancient tree takes root in the earth, its canopy reaching straight into the sky. Its green leaves sway, creating ripples that reflect the mountains and rivers, as if hanging from its branches like worlds.

Large stars orbit around it, and the sun and moon rise and set above the treetops.

Vast and boundless, sacred and extraordinary!
Beneath the trees, four figures sat cross-legged, emitting a faint blue light.

Before them sat a pot of spiritual tea and four jade cups filled with tea, steam rising gently.

A thin, elderly man in a dark green robe picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"The patriarch sent a message saying that since the True Monarch Ancestor entered that secret realm, there has been no news of him. He is suspected to have been captured and needs support."

"Hey! How's the support?"

A middle-aged Taoist priest picked up his teacup, drank it all in one gulp, and looked dissatisfied.
"Within the clan's territory, only the Golden Core True Monarch of my Fifth Ancestor lineage is stationed there. The other True Monarchs have either gone north to the Divine Control Plain or south to the Riverbed of the Passing River."

"Now, if the Golden Core elders of the patriarch's lineage are truly trapped in an unknown secret realm, do we expect our ancestor to go and rescue them?"

Snapped!
Setting down his teacup, the middle-aged Taoist priest's gaze, sharp as a knife, swept across the room before uttering each word with deliberate clarity:
"Don't forget, that person is still in the Holy City, so close at hand. How can the True Lord leave?"

"How could this be!"

A burly man clad in blue armor growled, his face contorted with rage.

A powerful aura burst forth, sweeping across the vast wilderness, dancing with the spiritual energy of the heavens.

“If the patriarch hadn’t sensed the crisis, why would he have sought help from the family? No matter how the family is divided into factions, you and I are all of the same bloodline from the Du family.”

Do you know what the fall of a True Lord signifies?

The middle-aged Taoist priest picked up the teapot, slowly poured a cup of tea, and responded gently:

“I know that the fall of the True Monarch has caused the collapse of the family’s pillar, but have you considered that the secret realm that caused the Golden Core to be lost must be extremely dangerous?”

"If another ancestor of my Five Ancestors lineage were to fall into this trap, have you considered the consequences?"

"Today's Qingyangzhai will be tomorrow's Du family."

After he finished speaking, the air fell silent, and all four cultivators fell into silence.

It wasn't that they were persuaded by the middle-aged Taoist, but rather that at this moment, the Du family only had the Golden Core True Monarch of the Fifth Ancestor lineage in charge.

The middle-aged Taoist's resolute words could not have been his own; he must have received instructions from that person.

After a while.

Sighs echoed from beneath the ancient tree.

One by one, the figures disappeared.

……

Time passed, and forty days later.

Inside the holy city, in a cave, a tall, slender figure sat cross-legged.

His crimson robes fluttered without wind, his black hair danced, and beneath his fine, sharp eyebrows lay a pair of deep, calm pupils.

Zhang Yuanzhu felt the rich vitality within the flesh and blood, and with a swift movement, he placed the slightly dimmed Extreme Yang Treasure Wood from his abdomen into his storage bag.

Then, he slowly got up and stretched his body.

Crackling~
Blood and qi circulate throughout the limbs and bones, and the skin radiates a glowing red light, carrying a sense of holiness and transcendence.

"The Yi Wood Reversal Technique is quite effective!"

Zhang Yuanzhu chuckled softly.

After more than a month of day and night practice, with the added benefits of the characteristics of a pure mind, wisdom, purity, and forgetfulness of worries, his mastery of this technique has already reached an extremely profound level.

Even without relying on secret techniques, limb regeneration is as easy as snapping one's fingers.

Xie Beiling and Da Huang have also completely left the Holy City, and all preparations have been completed.

It's time to settle the score!
Zhang Yuanzhu's deep, dark eyes gazed toward the Du family's location.

He carried a measuring ruler at his waist, with the Blood-Burning Pearl hanging from his waist, and wore a lapis lazuli arm guard on his right arm.

He then took out the Blood Demon Flag and the blue talisman and put them into his pocket.

He lowered his hand, gently grasped the gleaming white ruler, and stepped forward.

Ta-ta-ta~
With light, quick footsteps, she arrived at the door.

Click!

The gate opened, and a ray of morning light spilled in, giving the crimson figure a golden glow.

In the next instant, the figure vanished like smoke and dust, disappearing far from the cave.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a few steps out, leaving the city, and followed the [Special Attribute] tracking, constantly approaching the target location.

His figure was blurred, merging with heaven and earth, his aura vanished, and his cause and effect dissipated, making it difficult even for a Golden Core True Monarch to detect him.

They sped along, never stopping. An hour later, the young man had traveled 330,000 li (approximately 150,000 kilometers) and came to a stop in front of a valley.

The valley is quiet and lush with trees, no different from other parts of Qingmu Mountain.

"right here!"

Zhang Yuanzhu's body merged with space, his double pupils as deep as an abyss, seeing through illusions and looking directly at the essence.

"I saw!"

Dense blue patterns and runes covered the void, mountains, rivers, plants, and even dust, blocking all entrances and loopholes.

Such a formation and restriction, even with his mastery of formations, would be an absolute pipe dream to break through silently. Fortunately…

Deep within the soul, the Seven Treasures Tree sways, with divine light of four colors—green, red, blue, and purple—flowing and bursting forth. [Characteristics] traverse and erupt.

In an instant, the youth's figure became increasingly blurry, as if he did not exist in the world, and his aura, magic power, and blood energy all disappeared.

Then, the figure vanished from the spot and reappeared in the center of the valley, having passed through layers of restrictions.

The crimson shadow flashed by in an instant, its form flickering hundreds and thousands of times in the blink of an eye, penetrating thousands and tens of thousands of miles into the void.

He only stopped 'traveling' when the darkness in his vision dissipated and a completely different world appeared.

The vegetation is lush and verdant, the spiritual energy is like mist and rain, deer and birds frolic in the grass, and ancient palaces and Taoist temples stretch to the horizon.

A powerful aura emanated naturally from the palace.

This is undoubtedly a vast immortal land filled with powerful beings.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with a ruler in his hand, his double pupils looking beyond the beautiful scenery into the distance, a ripple stirring in his eyes.

"Tree?"

He saw a divine tree that reached into the sky, its canopy obscuring the heavens, supporting the sky and the earth like the legendary 'Jianmu'.

The tree was so huge that even with the longest gaze, its edge could not be seen.

Call ~
Zhang Yuanzhu exhaled softly, his eyes filled with emotion:

"This is a divinely ordained place for attaining enlightenment!"

Regardless of what kind of treasure the divine tree is, the vitality and energy it contains are undoubtedly genuine, reaching the Golden Core level, and possibly even higher.

This is naturally an extremely rare treasure for cultivators who practice wood-attribute techniques; they may never encounter it again even if they search the entire world.

If one can obtain a portion of it, there will be no more obstacles in the Condensing Evil Realm, and the path will be smooth.

Various thoughts flashed through my mind, but finally settled into silence.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his gaze and looked at the palace, sensing the energy within it.

The figure was blurry as they arrived in front of an ancient Taoist temple.

Lines spread out from underfoot and then quickly disappeared.

Red Shadow strode forward, stepping over the stone steps and entering the Taoist temple.

The mottled walls and dilapidated wooden doors possess a unique aura that calms the mind and is conducive to spiritual practice.

Ta-ta-ta~
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed around.

Inside the Taoist temple, an old Taoist priest with gray hair and wearing a dark green robe opened his closed eyes and looked out of the temple with some surprise.

At this time, which fellow cultivator from the clan would come here to disturb his secluded cultivation? Has something major happened?

The old Taoist priest had a guess in his mind.

As a True Person of the Fifth Ancestor lineage, he holds an extremely high position in the clan, and naturally, he cannot be overlooked in any major decision-making process.

His old eyes held a variety of speculations until a crimson figure came into view.

In an instant, his expression changed drastically, his eyes blazed with fury, and the nine layers of his spiritual platform within his dantian trembled violently.

"open"

Boom~
Space tore open, and a fair hand crossed the void, instantly pressing against the space between the eyebrows.

The boiling magical power subsided, the turbulent blood and qi declined, and even the turning thoughts became stagnant.

Then came eternal darkness.

Zhang Yuanzhu withdrew his hand and looked at the old Taoist priest whose body was covered with patterns.

He did not kill the old Taoist priest, nor did he cause him much harm. He simply sealed his spiritual senses, preventing the old Taoist from perceiving changes in the outside world.

His actions were not because he did not want to kill this person, but because such a powerful expert must have left behind some kind of soul fire or similar means in the Du family.

Once he dies, it will be noticed.

In this way, how could the maximum number of Du family members be killed?

After all, the Du family's territory must possess power at the Golden Core level, and perhaps even several Golden Core True Monarchs overseeing it.

If you want to kill someone, you must cut off most of them in an instant, leaving no time for them to react.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were cold and his killing intent was resolute.

In the blink of an eye, the old Taoist's brows tore open, and a drop of blood essence gushed out, hovering in front of the crimson figure.

He raised his arms and unleashed a series of hand seals.

The blood twisted, and runes were generated, intertwining and connecting with each other.

An eerie atmosphere arose, and faintly, one could hear the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves.

This is a demonic technique, obtained from the Paper Doll lineage or Paper Doll Peak. It can completely conceal oneself and temporarily replace another living being.

As for how to obtain them, killing too many Puppet Sect disciples will eventually yield some secret techniques and forbidden techniques.

Moreover, when the Paper Doll Daoist lineage rebelled against Immortal Soldier Valley, he also seized quite a few things.

As he pondered, the hand seal stopped, and he raised his palm, gently grasping the crimson liquid.

bang~
Blood boils, and the youthful spirit begins to change.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, his aura was already indistinguishable from that of an old Taoist priest.

Then, he took out another piece of spiritual paper, folded it quickly, and soon a paper figure that looked exactly like the old Taoist appeared in front of him.

A cyan glow emanated from his fingertips, and with a gentle flick, it landed on the paper figure.

In an instant, the paper figure swelled up, flesh and blood emerged, and it transformed into a lifelike cultivator.

Zhang Yuanzhu took a step, his body merging with the paper figure, completely changing his appearance.

At this moment, he was dressed in a dark green Taoist robe, his hair was gray, and he looked old and frail.

"The demonic path is unpredictable and ruthless, but it also has some merits."

An aged voice echoed through the Taoist temple.

He stood with his hands behind his back, scanned his surroundings, glanced at the old Taoist priest who was standing there dumbfounded, and then stepped out of the Taoist temple.

Such methods cannot be concealed from a Golden Core True Monarch for long; arrangements must be completed quickly.

After leaving the Taoist temple, Zhang Yuanzhu walked around the clan's territory, observing the terrain of each place.

He moved forward step by step, measuring the world with his own two feet.

As time went by, the young people gained a deeper understanding of the Du family's territory.

He would occasionally encounter disciples of the Du family, who would greet him respectfully. Zhang Yuanzhu would respond with a gentle smile and a light nod to his forehead.

An incense stick has burned out!

An hour has passed!

Three hours have passed!

Deep within the clan's territory, Zhang Yuanzhu abruptly stopped, staring at a pale doorway.

The gate was not large, but it exuded an aura of solemnity and vicissitude.

Before the gate, the grass and trees are lush and green, birds sing and flowers bloom, a scene full of vitality.

Beyond the portal, the earth was pitch black, shrouded in a pale mist, eerie and unpredictable.

An elderly man, even older than Zhang Yuanzhu in appearance, sat cross-legged under the doorway, gazing indifferently at the 'old Taoist'.

"Little Thirteen, have you finished your seclusion and come here to pay respects to your ancestors?"

Zhang Yuanzhu gave the old man in the gray robe a deep look, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, his dark green Taoist robe billowing in the wind, and whispered:
"I was just trying to relax and wander around the clan's territory, but I never expected to end up here."

He paused, his eyes lowered, his voice enigmatic:
“Eight thousand years ago, the Five Ancestors were born, invincible and destroyed a corner of Mount Sumeru. Unexpectedly, none of us, their descendants, can compare with them.”

(End of this chapter)