Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 390: Take my three swords, if you can remain undefeated, I will accompany you to the land of immortals and demons

Hundreds of miles of mountains and rivers, hundreds of feet of land subsidence.

Zhang Yuan's voice was like thunder.

A hundred miles away, those immortal and demon practitioners who were watching from the sidelines turned pale and retreated in a hurry.

There may be some great masters of dragon elephant among them, but even a master of dragon elephant would be intimidated by the might of such a blow that could destroy mountains and rivers for hundreds of miles.

"He, Zen Master Wenjue, has fallen..."

"This is crazy. Is this a dragon elephant? Even Dongxuan can't do it."

The defeated practitioners from all sides were at a loss.

There have been major battles and earth-shattering clashes on Qingtian Continent.

But today's scene has not been seen in hundreds of years.

Since the Master took charge of the White Deer Academy, the relations between the four major academies and various forces have gradually eased. The immortals and demons mainly rely on infiltration, and it is really rare for such a strong man to attack.

Looking at the retreating practitioners from all sides, Zhang Yuan had no intention of pursuing them.

"Senior Sister Meng, please calculate the damage done to Yulin Academy and the number of people who died in Yulin City as a result of this demonic rebellion."

Zhang Yuan held a folding fan in his hand and looked at Meng Shuyao.

Meng Shuyao's expression froze slightly, and she whispered, "You, you really want to seek revenge on the immortal and demonic forces?"

Zhang Yuan's gaze slowly fell on Meng Shuyao's face.

"Would I tell a lie about something like this?"

Meng Shuyao's body trembled, she looked at the folding fan in Zhang Yuan's hand, and lowered her head slightly: "Yes."

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Yuning City.

In the quiet room, Zhang Yuan sat upright, with the Qi, blood and true energy swirling and vibrating outside his body.

The Yunmeng Fan, with its great power, brings about the arrival of the Yunmeng Cave Heaven.

A cave is a piece of heaven and earth, how much heavier is it than a thousand abysses?

Not to mention the Dragon Elephant Grandmaster, even a great cultivator of the Cave Profound Realm, unless he has condensed his own Cave Heaven and his cultivation level is not far from that of Free and Easy, he will not be able to withstand a direct blow from the Yunmeng Cave Heaven.

Yunmeng Cave Heaven is the place described in the extremely famous "Yunmeng Chronicle" in the Confucian and Taoist traditions.

There really is the Yunmeng Lake, and there really is the Yunmeng sky that everyone yearns for.

Confucianism and Taoism rely on the souls of the common people and countless students to quietly nurture a world like Yunmeng Cave Heaven with their merits, virtues and prestige.

For countless years, Yunmeng Cave Heaven has become a vast mountain and river with a vast territory and stretches for thousands of miles.

Except for the lack of spiritual creatures, everything else is no different from a piece of mountain and river.

This Yunmeng is the Yunmeng in the hearts of the people of Qingtianzhou!

The power of Yunmeng Cave Heaven allowed Zhang Yuan to kill three Dragon Elephant Grandmasters, three Vajra Grandmasters, and dozens of immortal and demon practitioners hiding in an area of ​​a hundred miles in just three breaths.

With such killing, one can imagine how rich the rewards will be.

If the people he killed were not all cultivators from Qingtian Continent with little accumulated foundation, Zhang Yuan would have made more money.

Holding the Yunmeng fan in his hand, Zhang Yuan slowly opened the folding fan.

The world in this fan is more solid than the spring mountain painting he painted.

It turns out that in order to create a paradise, in addition to the true ability of painting, one also needs to nourish it with merit.

Zhang Yuan didn't know, even if he fed all the accumulated golden beads of heaven to Chunshantu, could he turn it into a real cave heaven?
Maybe, but Zhang Yuan would never be willing to do that.

No one's merits come from the wind.

However, speaking of merit, after two days of seclusion in Yuning City, Zhang Yuan's number of Heavenly Dao Golden Pearls actually increased by three hundred.

This growth rate is simply astonishing.

This was mainly due to his attack that could cover a distance of a hundred miles, which shocked all parties and countless people in Qingtian Continent.

He also declared that he would avenge all the dead people and scholars in Yuning City.

Just this one sentence earned the people of the city two hundred golden beads of merit.

Slowly putting away the folding fan, Zhang Yuan's eyes gleamed with brilliance.

If it were only his own strength, the profound spirit, and the dragon-elephant body, he really wouldn't dare to face the immortals and demons from all directions.

But at this time he had the Yunmeng fan in his hand.

With the strength of his physical body and the accumulated resources, there is no place in Qingtian Continent that he cannot go.
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Bailu Mountain.

On the back mountain.

Outside the thatched cottage, the teacher squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.

"Master, what should we do if Zhang Juzheng really wants to go to the Land of Immortals and Demons to seek revenge?"

Zhuang Moxuan, who was standing aside, spoke in a low voice.

Not only did he cause the ground to sink a hundred miles in one blow and kill three dragon elephants, but Zhang Juzheng also wanted to take revenge with ten times the slaughter.

Zhuang Moxuan, the acting principal of Bailu Academy, didn't know how to respond for a moment.

"What do you think about this matter?"

The Master did not answer, but asked back calmly.

Zhuang Moxuan hesitated for a moment and whispered, "My Confucianism has never been so radical. For hundreds of years, we have lived in peace with the immortals and demons of Qingtian Continent. If—"

After a pause, he spoke again: "If we become enemies with the immortals and demons this time, Zhang Juzheng's own safety will be a small issue, but the foundation of Confucianism and Taoism on Qingtian Continent..." The master nodded, but said nothing.

Zhuang Moxuan showed hesitation in his eyes. He bowed slightly, then stepped back and left.

He walked several feet away when the Master's voice rang out.

"Mo Xuan, this world belongs to the Qin Dynasty."

Great Qin!

Zhuang Moxuan trembled all over and turned around slowly.

"Teacher, what do you mean..."

The Master looked into the distance and said in a clear voice, "Jiuzhou is very big."

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Xuanji Academy.

Kong Lingjun showed some doubt on her face as she looked quietly at the paper in her hand.

She had seen Zhang Yuan's methods in the Spring Mountain Painting.

Even the Nine Nether Demon King suffered a great loss in front of Zhang Yuan.

However, Confucianism and Taoism are weak in Qingtianzhou. Zhang Juzheng is going to face the immortals and demons head-on. Isn't he afraid of getting himself trapped?

"Shanzhang, we sacrifice ourselves for righteousness. We are educated and wise. Who doesn't have passion in their hearts? We just have to endure and make plans together. Nothing can be done on impulse."

"Is Zhang Juzheng planning to destroy the stability that the four major academies on Qingtian Continent have finally built over the years?"

Not far in front of Kong Lingjun, an old man in a Confucian robe said in a deep voice.

"Yes, even though he is the Master's personal disciple, he shouldn't act so arrogantly."

Another fifty-year-old scholar spoke in a low voice with a solemn expression.

Kong Lingjun raised his head, his face calm, and said calmly: "The four major academies have always been led by Bailu Mountain. We can't control what they want to do."

"Besides, if something really happens, don't you still have the Master to take care of it?"

These words made the expressions of several teachers in Confucian robes standing in the hall change, but they were unable to refute.

Xuanji Academy is indeed the weakest among the four academies, and over the years, Bailu Academy has indeed been in the lead.

A few people looked at each other, bowed and left.

After everyone left, Guo Chang, who was standing nearby, whispered, "Mother, Zhang Juzheng is cultivating in Bailu Mountain, and he was taught by the Master himself. Why is he acting so violently this time?"

"From what I know about him, although he practices both Confucianism and martial arts and is quite decisive in killing people, he wouldn't be so bad..."

Challenging immortals and demons alone is not arrogance, but suicide.

Kong Lingjun's eyes fell on Guo Chang.

"The true support of the four great academies is the master who has reached the realm of freedom."

"If the Master can no longer be relied upon, what can we, the four great academies, do?"

The Master cannot be relied upon?

Kong Lingjun’s words left Guo Chang stunned.

"The Master has not left Bailu Mountain, and Zhang Juzheng is guarding the back mountain, making it difficult for birds to cross. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the Master's lifespan is drawing to a close, but no one dares to act rashly without confirmation."

"Whether it's Zhang Juzheng or the Master, they both know that the news can't be kept secret for long. It will eventually spread throughout the world."

"If Zhang Juzheng hadn't been there, Master would probably have chosen to confront the mighty men of Qingtian Continent at Bailu Mountain to ultimately decide the fate of Qingtian Continent."

"What Zhang Juzheng is doing now can probably be considered a proactive attack."

"After all, if the battlefield wasn't in Bailu Mountain, how many Confucian and Taoist students would have survived?"

There was a gleam of wisdom in Kong Lingjun's eyes, and his palms were slightly clenched.

"How far Zhang Juzheng can go this time is how far Confucianism and Taoism can go on Qingtianzhou."

"Perhaps, this is the most glorious moment in the Confucianism of Qingtian Continent for the next five hundred years."

"Once Zhang Juzheng is blocked and the Master shows up to fight, the situation will probably become truly difficult."

Guo Chang's expression changed, he nodded, and whispered, "I wish I could fight alongside Brother Zhang."

Kong Lingjun looked at him, shook her head, and after a moment she said, "I have already contacted Yong Tianzhou. When there is a chance, you can go to Yong Tianzhou Imperial City Academy to study."

"That is the true holy land of the human race, the holy land of Confucianism and Taoism."

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Yuning City.

Zhang Yuan walked out of the quiet room, and Meng Shuyao handed him a page full of handwriting with a serious expression.

Zhang Yuan didn't even look at the paper. He just released the mighty power in his palm and the paper turned into powder.

"It doesn't matter how many people died in Yuning City. I'm just looking for a reason to face the immortals and demons head-on."

Zhang Yuan's voice was indifferent.

His eyes fell on the young man with a sword hanging from his waist in front of the stone steps.

"Haoran Academy, Cloud Sword Xun Lin, who has cultivated both Confucianism and swordsmanship and has reached the Dragon Elephant Realm, is truly a rare genius."

"You said that Principal Haoran asked you to take me back to Haoran Academy?"

Xun Lin, standing in front of the stone steps, nodded, his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the sword intent and great power surged in his body.

"Take three of my sword strikes. If you can remain undefeated, I will accompany you to the land of immortals and demons."

(End of this chapter)