Daqin Zhentiansi

The single word "please" was like a drop of boiling oil thrown into water, instantly igniting the entire scene!

The giant apes roared even more frenziedly, their voices almost overturning the platform. They beat their chests and stamped their feet in excitement.

A hint of surprise flashed in Yan Feng's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a burning fighting spirit and cruel excitement.

He grinned widely, revealing a sinister smile, and his massive body crouched slightly.

"boom--"

The rocky platform beneath his feet, already riddled with cracks, groaned under the strain, and large sections of it crumbled into dust!
A powerful, almost tangible force, as heavy and violent as an ancient mountain, suddenly erupted and locked onto the tiny, dark figure in front of them.

The air seemed to freeze.

The immense pressure made Qing Xuanzi feel breathless, and his worries instantly reached their peak.

Junior Brother Zhang, you're being far too arrogant!

"You've got guts!" Yan Feng roared, his voice like rolling thunder, sending shivers down everyone's spines. "Then catch me—"

Before he finished speaking, his enormous fist, covered with bristles like steel needles, with muscles that bulged like the roots of an ancient tree, and containing enough power to shatter a small hill with a single punch, tore through the air and made a piercing, sharp explosion as it came crashing down on Zhang Yuan's head without any fancy moves!

Wherever the fist struck, the rubble and dust on the platform were whipped up by the violent airflow, forming a visible, yellowish-brown shockwave that carried the smell of sulfur!
This is a combination of pure power and speed, a violent strike from the "Mountain Moving Technique" that draws upon the power of the earth's veins. Under the rules of the primordial world, it is enough to blast fine steel into an iron disc!

Faced with this ferocious and unavoidable punch, Zhang Yuan remained completely still, not even the hem of his clothes was fluttered by the wind from the punch. He simply raised his right hand calmly.

Those hands were fair and slender, with distinct knuckles, forming a stark and breathtaking contrast to Yan Feng's enormous fist, which was like a battering sledgehammer covered in thick skin and bristles!

The fist and the fingertips are only inches apart!

A power struggle is about to erupt!
"boom--"

The giant fist of Yan Feng, containing the power of the earth's veins and capable of shattering mountains, along with the shockwave carrying a piercing sonic boom and the smell of sulfur, had already slammed into Zhang Yuan's face!

The force of the punches was so strong that it made Zhang Yuanxuan's black robes cling to his body and flutter loudly, but his figure remained as still as an ancient rock rooted in this primordial land.

Faced with this incredibly violent attack, Zhang Yuan simply raised his right hand calmly.

He brought his index and middle fingers together, the tips of which were surrounded by a faint, almost imperceptible, yet seemingly powerful, chaotic light. He then casually pointed a finger at the mountain-like fist that was pressing down on him.

There was no earth-shattering collision or the blinding brilliance of energy explosion.

There was only a very faint sound, like a jade bead falling onto a plate.

"Ding!"

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Yan Feng's ferocious fist, powerful enough to shatter mountains and break peaks, struck Zhang Yuan's fingertips as if it had crashed into an endless divine peak that supports heaven and earth!

An overwhelming and terrifying force, as vast as an abyss, swept through his entire body in an instant, running along his arms, shoulders, and spine!

That was not a mere clash of forces, but rather contained the supreme will to suppress all directions and establish dominion over the eight wastelands!

"Ugh—!"

Yan Feng's eyes bulged out instantly, his pupils filled with unbelievable horror and a tremor that came from the depths of his soul!
His pride and the steel-like body he had forged through countless trials and tribulations were as fragile as rotten wood in the face of this will!
He felt the earth vein power he had gathered instantly disintegrate and suppress. The violent power was as if its source was being choked by an invisible giant hand. Not only could it not be poured out, but it was also forcibly reversed by an irresistible force!

"boom!"

Yan Feng's massive, tower-like body was struck by the force of this finger, causing his feet to leave the ground and fly backward like a kite with a broken string!

The earthy yellow aura surrounding him, symbolizing the mastery of the "Mountain Moving Technique," flickered violently like a candle flame in the wind, and then completely dissipated with a "poof"!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A heavy thud followed by the loud crack of rocks shattering rang out one after another. Yan Feng rolled awkwardly on the ground for more than ten feet before barely managing to regain his footing.

He knelt on one knee, his thick arm supporting him on the ground, breathing heavily, a streak of bright red blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The platform was deathly silent.

The dozens of giant ape warriors who had been roaring and shouting just moments before were now frozen in mid-air as if under a spell. Their chest-pounding and stomping movements were stuck in mid-air, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound, and their copper bell-like eyes were wide open, filled with blankness and terror.

The young clan leader...was sent flying with a single finger?!
Qing Xuanzi was also greatly shaken, forgetting to maintain the pressure of the Creation Realm.

He stared intently at Zhang Yuan's withdrawn finger, his eyes no longer just filled with shock at the level of power, but with a deeper, more turbulent wave!

That seemingly casual yet profoundly meaningful finger strike... is not a legacy that ordinary rogue cultivators could possess!
These methods clearly point directly to the origin of the Great Dao, and the complete system is so profound that it makes one's heart tremble!
From where exactly did this Junior Brother Zhang ascend to heaven?
The heritage behind it is simply unfathomable!
This is something that no ordinary small world could have nurtured!
Yan Feng suddenly looked up, his eyes bloodshot and filled with resentment and ferocity!

He couldn't accept that his pride and joy had been so easily crushed!

"Roar—! I don't believe it! Again!"

He roared and stood up again.

This time, instead of charging recklessly, he adopted the most powerful fist stance from the "Mountain Moving Technique"—

"Mountain Collapse Force!"
His fists were clenched, his muscles bulged like dragons, and the earthy yellow aura around his body condensed again, even more solid and heavy than before, carrying a destructive sense of oppression, like a real mountain about to collapse and overturn!

He stomped his feet on the ground, cracking it inch by inch. His massive body carried the power to crush everything. His fists were like two giant hammers, one on the left and one on the right, tearing through the air and slamming towards Zhang Yuan with a muffled whistle!

However, in Zhang Yuan's eyes, this seemingly menacing "mountain-crushing force" was like a child waving a wooden stick, with a clear trajectory and numerous flaws.

He didn't even move his feet; he merely swayed slightly to the side like a willow catkin in the wind, allowing the fist, which contained terrifying power, to graz the hem of his clothes.

At the same time, he pointed his fingers like a sword, striking first even though he was behind.

With a wisp of condensed, chaotic, and destructive true meaning, his fingertips precisely struck the "gap" in Yan Feng's wrist, where his old power had been exhausted and new power had not yet been generated, during the transition between his moves!

"puff!"

There was a muffled sound.

Yan Feng felt as if his wrist had been pierced by an invisible steel needle, and the power he had gathered in his fist instantly dissipated, leaving his entire arm numb and powerless.

The violent force backfired on him, causing his blood to churn and him to stagger back several steps, each step leaving a deep footprint on the hard rock!

His face was filled with astonishment and disbelief.

His strongest punch, which he had painstakingly practiced for a hundred years, was so easily seen through and countered!
"Young Chieftain!" several giant ape warriors exclaimed, trying to step forward. "Get out of the way!"

Yan Feng, filled with shame and rage, completely lost his temper!

His eyes were bloodshot, like a ferocious beast driven to the brink of despair. He suddenly rushed to the edge of the platform, his arm muscles bulging, and let out a deafening roar. He actually pulled out a huge stone pillar that required several people to hug and support the platform!
"Die to me——!"

He held the massive stone pillar, weighing tens of thousands of kilograms, as if wielding a giant stone club, and swept it towards Zhang Yuan with a sound like wind and thunder tearing everything apart!

Before the stone pillar even arrived, the violent airflow had already swept away a layer of the ground, creating a terrifying spectacle!

Qing Xuanzi's expression changed again. The power of this strike far exceeded that of fists and feet, enough to flatten a small hill!

He almost couldn't resist taking action.

Faced with this earth-shattering attack, Zhang Yuan's eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

He didn't even try to dodge.

Just as the massive stone pillar was about to reach him, the pale gold chains wrapped around his left arm vibrated, and a stream of dark gold light suddenly appeared!
"Hmm——!"

A clear, melodious, and sharp cry, like a dragon's roar echoing through the heavens, resounded throughout the platform!

A dark gold mace, with dragon-shaped patterns coiled around its body, appeared in Zhang Yuan's hand. It exuded an aura as heavy as a mountain yet as sharp as an unparalleled blade.

It is indeed the Azure Dragon Mace!
Without any earth-shattering power buildup, Zhang Yuan simply held the mace in one hand and casually pointed it at the middle of the massive stone pillar that was sweeping towards him!
"Boom——!!!"

A deafening roar! The point where the stone pillar and the mace met seemed to be plunged into an invisible vortex of destruction!
The massive rock, harder than steel, crumbled and disintegrated like rotten wood!
Countless pebbles scattered like a torrential rain, striking the surrounding giant ape warriors with resounding thuds!

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, Yan Feng felt an irresistible force surge through the remaining pillar, causing excruciating pain in both arms, splitting open his tiger's mouth, and drawing blood!

His arms could no longer support him, and the incredibly heavy half of the stone pillar flew out of his hands, crashing onto the edge of the platform and rolling down the cliff!

He himself was forced back by the recoil, and finally fell to his knees with a thud, his hands supporting him on the ground, panting heavily, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth again, his eyes filled with utter bewilderment and horror.

The platform fell silent once again.

This time, even the sound of the wind seemed to freeze.

One finger, breaking the fist's momentum!
One mace, and a pillar of shattered stone!
Three moves, clean and decisive, an undisputed crushing victory!

Yan Feng struggled to lift his head and look at the figure holding a dark gold ancient mace and wearing a spotless black robe.

In his eyes, that figure was no longer insignificant, but rather like a divine peak supporting the heavens and the earth!
It is the absolute pinnacle of power and martial arts skills!

Arrogance and pride are crushed in the face of such absolute power and difference in realm!
All that remains is the awe and... longing that comes from the deepest part of one's blood!
He struggled, using all his strength, and staggered to Zhang Yuan. His massive body collapsed to his knees, slamming his once arrogant head heavily onto the cold rock with a dull thud.

"Yanfeng... was blind and offended the Immortal Master! The Immortal Master's divine might is unparalleled, Yanfeng... is completely convinced and prostrates himself in admiration!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, yet it was filled with unprecedented sincerity and utter admiration.

"I humbly beseech the Immortal Master... to accept Yan Feng as my disciple! To impart to me the Dao of Supreme Power! The Giant Ape Clan is willing to serve the Immortal Master as our master, to follow him for generations, and to never betray him!"

Zhang Yuan looked at Yan Feng kneeling on the ground, his eyes remaining calm and unwavering.

He slowly retracted the Azure Dragon Mace, stood with his hands behind his back, and his dark black robes fluttered lightly in the gale.

“Becoming a disciple requires fate.” Zhang Yuan’s voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. “I observe that your clan possesses extraordinary talent and a solid foundation of strength, but your application of it is crude, wasting your strength and making it difficult to reach the Great Dao. Our meeting today can be considered a predestined encounter.”

His gaze swept over the giant ape warriors who were completely terrified and had lost all their arrogance, before finally settling back on Yan Feng.

"The matter of tribute and taxes is a law of the Heavenly Palace and cannot be neglected. However, I can make a deal with your clan."

"A deal?" Yan Feng looked up, his eyes gleaming with longing and anticipation.

“I will pass on two combat techniques to your clan.” Zhang Yuan held up two fingers. “The first is the fist technique ‘Zhenyue Hantian Fist,’ which simplifies complexity, concentrates power into a single point, resonates with the earth’s veins, shakes the foundation of mountains, and unleashes several times its original power.”

"Secondly, the staff technique 'Hun Yuan Po Shan Gun' is expansive and powerful, in line with the nature of the Er tribe. It uses force to control the staff, breaking through the hard and destroying the sharp, sweeping away thousands of troops like a whirlwind."

"These two methods were created by me based on my observation of your clan's inherent nature and habits. They are derived from the supreme true meaning, are easier to master, and their power far surpasses the rudimentary application of the 'Mountain Moving Technique' that you are currently practicing."

Zhang Yuan paused, his gaze fixed on Yan Feng.

"In return, I will ensure that your clan pays its tribute on time and in full in the future, and cooperates sincerely with my Xuanyu Temple to jointly fight against the ferocious beasts and stabilize the western border. What do you say?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Feng's massive body trembled slightly with excitement!

He may be reckless, but he's not stupid.

The divine might of Zhang Yuan crushing him in three moves was still vivid in his mind. Even if the techniques he taught him were only superficial, they must be invaluable treasures!

What is a mere tribute tax compared to the opportunity to obtain such a chance?
Cooperation is something we would be extremely happy to do!

"We are willing! On behalf of the entire clan, Yanfeng kowtows to express our gratitude to the Immortal Master!" Yanfeng kowtowed again excitedly, "Our clan will certainly obey the Immortal Master's decree, and our tribute will never be delayed. We are willing to be the vanguard for the Immortal Master!"

In the following days, the weather on Nuyan Peak changed drastically.

Zhang Yuan did not hold back; right there on that huge rock platform, he personally demonstrated and explained the essence of the "Zhenyue Hantian Fist" and the "Hunyuan Poshan Staff" to Yan Feng and the core warriors of the Giant Ape Clan.

During the teaching process, Zhang Yuan had his own thoughts on the matter.

He appeared to be teaching combat techniques, but in reality, he was subtly trying to integrate the core essence of the Great Qin martial arts into the bloodline and cultivation of this ancient giant ape race.

Whether it's the resilience and dominance of the dragon and elephant suppressing the prison contained in "Zhenyue Hantian Fist", or the chaotic and destructive power hidden in the grand and sweeping movements of "Hunyuan Poshan Stick", their core origins are all derived from the martial arts origins imprinted by the Great Qin Heavenly Dao.

"Although the Great Dao of the Primordial World is vast and stable, it is also like a solid block of iron. To reshape the Heavenly Dao, brute force alone is not enough."

"Only by nourishing all things like spring rain, and by using the 'law' that resonates with the beings of this world as a guide, can the Great Qin Way be subtly and gradually take root and grow, ultimately resonating with the Heavenly Way of this world and paving the way for the manifestation of the Great Qin Heavenly Way in this world."

Zhang Yuan silently recited in his heart, sensing with his Chaos True Essence a faint yet stubborn aura of the Primordial Great Dao that was quietly spreading as the Giant Ape Warrior practiced the new technique.

The true essence of Qin martial arts is like a drop of ink falling into water; though subtle, it spreads and permeates slowly and steadily.

For a moment, shouts and cries echoed across the summit of Angry Rock Peak. (End of Chapter)