The Heaven-shattering: Starting from Simulating Becoming an Emperor

Chapter 113 The Extreme Zhang Family
The extremely powerful Zhang family!

It is one of the two most powerful families in Zhongzhou, and it has produced a great emperor!
He occupied Kunlun hundreds of thousands of years ago and controlled millions of forces.

They divided the world with the White Tiger Clan, each ruling the north and south, and together they ruled the vast and fertile Central Plains.

The Jidao Ancient Imperial Weapon is a gourd that is said to be able to kill immortals. It is said to have come from an immortal vine, absorbed the essence of primordial chaos, and fell between heaven and earth.

The sun, the moon and the five elements were nurtured inside, forming a great creation of the primordial universe. Naturally, a snow-white flying knife was formed and hidden in the gourd.

After the ancient emperor of the Zhang family obtained it, he used the Nanming Lihuo to refine it, making it one of the most terrifying imperial weapons in ancient times. Every time it appears in the public eye, it leaves an indelible impression on people.

The immortal gourd swallows up everything, and the underworld water can dissolve bones and corrode souls. Anyone who is sucked into it will die. It will be dissolved and digested alive. It once melted several quasi-emperors into blood at one time.

There is a miniature white knife hidden inside, ready to be unleashed. A flash of light can make one defenseless and easily chop off a head, killing people without them even noticing.

No one has ever heard of anyone surviving this move. Wherever the blade reaches, it is invincible. Even the concrete laws are like thin paper and will be easily cut. It is so terrifying.

It seems like a weapon specially created for killing people. The immortal sword is small and sharp, indestructible. Whoever the gourd mouth points at will die, which makes all the races in the ancient times compete for fear. It is undoubtedly one of the most terrifying ancient imperial weapons in the ancient times.

Zhang Huan showed a slight sigh on his face.

Why is it that the impression in this memory is so similar to the disabled supreme weapon in the hands of the Saint of Purple Mansion in later generations?

I remember that it was destroyed in the ancient war of gods. All the gods were killed and their spirituality was lost. Later, it drifted to Beidou.

It is still intact now, but I didn't expect that it actually came from my own family. It is a real ancient imperial weapon with a very noble origin.

No wonder the ancestor of the Zhang family left such a way out. For a Jidao family, there is nothing more reassuring than such a background.

"I thought my family would be extraordinary, but it turned out to be a very powerful family standing at the top of the universe, and it was also related to this Immortal Slaying Gourd."

After knowing this, Zhang Huan felt that he needed to re-evaluate whether he could successfully break into the Zhang family.

In particular, before he could find the ancient books related to his physique, he was discovered by the ancient imperial soldiers and treated as a thief.
The only thing Zhang Huan can currently use is a quasi-imperial weapon. If he were to be discovered by other forces, there would be no problem. If he fails to sneak in, he can just rob them.

But for a family with an ancient imperial soldier in charge, the risk is a bit high.
"We need to start with a long discussion. Let's go to Kunlun first."

Zhang Huan sighed. He was not interested in the troublesome drama of tracing his ancestry. He would rather grab it directly, quickly and effectively.

But in this case, you must have something comparable to the ancient imperial weapon to protect yourself.

"Although I don't want to be associated with the Immortal Cauldron, I have to take it because of the situation."

There are five extremely powerful families in the Central Continent alone.

Without a powerful weapon to protect himself, if he were to encounter other ancient imperial soldiers in the future, he wouldn't even be able to resist.

"The Great Desolation was far more brilliant in the ancient times than the Ancient Desolation."

Although the Emperor had set up a spirit gathering formation in Kunlun to absorb the spiritual energy of the entire ancient star.

But in the ancient times, there was still a lot of capital and it could be consumed. This place was still a paradise on earth. The whole environment was like a treasure land in a relic cave and was extremely suitable for cultivation.

There are already more than a dozen quasi-emperors, even more great saints, and other saint-level powerhouses are countless.

There are several great saints still alive in the memory of this semi-saint, and there are tens of thousands of saint kings and saints who can be seen everywhere in the continent.

In comparison, the mighty king is just like a younger generation ant, not even qualified to establish his own sect.

It is obvious that during the period when Taiyin Human Emperor's Heavenly Heart Seal collapsed and the Great Dao was suppressing him, the overall level of cultivators should have dropped greatly.

It is difficult for even saints to emerge in other ancient stars, but the cultivation world here is still prosperous, as if it has not been affected at all.

As long as the monks born here have enough talent, they are likely to achieve great power, and becoming a king or saint is not a dream.

Therefore, the powerful beings here are as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges, and their number is extremely huge.

Throwing a brick into a group of monks can hit several powerful ones. This is extremely common, and the total number of monks in other realms is far less than that.

At this level, one cannot even become a robbery cultivator. The lowest level he has to be is the Dao of Slashing. Otherwise, he cannot defeat others in a fight and will be exhausted after a fight, let alone rob others of their wealth and property.

Therefore, some people call this realm the mortal realm among cultivators, which is a minimum level in spiritual practice.

Only after breaking through to the King level can one truly become a cultivator, enter the realm of mastery, and start on the path to immortality.

On the other hand, the Beidou of later generations was also suppressed by the Great Dao, but the Beidou was one of the strongest. This is a huge difference.
Scanning the memories of the Semi-Saint, Zhang Huan understood the situation of this land. He crushed his soul, looked at the remaining two Great Kings who were dying and seriously injured, and sent them off in their fearful gazes.

This place is a deserted area. Zhang Huan is the only living person within a thousand miles. The dense mountains stretch as far as the eye can see, so no matter how big the noise is, no one will know.

Zhang Huan calmly refined the semi-saint blood on the spot, took away the three people's assets, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, took out some holy objects such as the Ten Thousand Year Earth Milk to strengthen his foundation, and began to break through on the spot.

The blood of a semi-saint already has some of the energy of a saint. It is a great tonic. If supplemented with natural treasures, it will be of great benefit to the king.

It was a simple retreat until a few days later, when the heavenly calamity descended and thunder covered a hundred miles. Zhang Huan passed three levels in a row and leaped into the middle stage of the Way of Killing.

[After overcoming the calamity, you went to a town. In order to avoid the twelve-year-old King of Slashing Dao from attracting too much attention, you changed the world for a middle-aged man. ]

[Shuiyundu is located in the Teng Kingdom under the Holy Land of Taihao. It has the largest ferry in the area, with countless resources in the water, and is very prosperous. ]

[Walking on the street, you look around at the people passing by. Most of them are powerful. Some are human, and some are from other ethnic groups. They have retained their human bodies and have some characteristics of related ethnic groups.]

[Their number is infinitely greater than that of ordinary people. The number of ordinary people who cannot practice cultivation in the entire county is less than a thousand. They are like rare and precious protected animals among tens of thousands of cultivators.]

[Unlike other places in the universe, here there are more cultivators than mortals, giving people a strange feeling that everyone is cultivating immortals. ]

[You enter the largest Tianji Pavilion in the county and ask if there is a map. Ask the clerk to take it out for you to see. The price is not an issue.]

[There are dozens of maps displayed in front of me, ranging from the internal situation of a county to the geographical location of the entire continent. The prices are also gradually increasing. ]

[The most expensive price reached an astonishing 100,000 jin of source. It was just a map, but it was sold for more than the immortality elixir.]

[Although you know that wealth should not be shown off, you are not afraid of it. After weighing the pros and cons, you reached out and took the map that depicted the geographical conditions and power analysis of the entire continent, and also took the map of Zhongzhou, spending a total of 140,000 kilograms of resources.]

[This is a share that Taiji Temple has accumulated in ten years. It is ridiculously expensive, but the detailed map is worth the price and is very useful. ]

[The two maps are filled with introductions, more detailed than tourist maps, with every faction and famous location marked and recorded in great detail.] [You throw out a brocade bag, which contains 140,000 jin of source. If there is no space object to carry it, so much source will squeeze the door of the store.]

[The transaction is complete, you take the two maps and are about to leave, but are stopped by another person who hurriedly walks out of the store.]

"Dear guest, please stay. I am the owner of this store. May I ask your name?"

The man who walked out stretched out his hand to stop Zhang Huan. He was a little fat, with a mustache, a round face, and a golden word "Money" engraved on his red hat. He was a saint.

"Is there something wrong, Your Excellency?"

Zhang Huan pretended to be surprised and turned around to ask back.

"Nothing, I just saw the distinguished guest spending Source Stones lavishly, so I wanted to make some friends, I don't have any other thoughts."

The saint with a mustache walked over with a smile on his face, changed his gestures, invited Zhang Huan to take a seat, and asked the waiter to serve a cup of good tea.

"My name is Shi Fan. It is an honor to be friends with a saint. However, I hope you will understand that I am busy. I will come to visit and apologize another day."

Zhang Huan stood still where he was, asking for his resignation in a dignified manner, not wanting to stay any longer.

An old fellow who is at least a saint, is so attentive to him for no reason. He is so respectful and enthusiastic towards a king and is willing to make friends with him. It would be strange if he doesn't have any ulterior motives.

Throwing away hundreds of thousands of kilograms of energy was called a lavish throw by a saint, and Zhang Huan couldn't help laughing in his heart.

The Central Continent is not a barren place like the Northwest. There is no shortage of resources for cultivation. If the king squeezes together, it is not uncommon to come up with about 100,000 kilograms of resources.

The two great kings killed by Zhang Huan had tens of thousands of pounds of source on their bodies, and even a lot of divine source. If converted into source together, it would be more than 200,000 pounds.

This does not even include other resources. If other resources are included, the amount would be doubled. A semi-saint or even a saint would definitely have even more. How could they even take hundreds of thousands of kilograms of resources seriously?

"It turns out to be Mr. Shi. Since you are busy, I won't try to keep you. We can talk again another day."

"But you don't have to pay for these resources, just take them back. It's not right to ask for money from a friend just because we've just made a new friend. Just think of the map as a gift to you."

The saint with a mustache generously threw the brocade bag to Zhang Huan, rubbing his beard with his fingers with a smile.

Zhang Huan caught the brocade bag thrown from the air and checked it silently with his spiritual sense. There was no mark on the brocade bag, and there was no trace left during the process of handling.

"In that case, thank you very much, owner. I'll take my leave now."

Zhang Huan did not refuse. He stepped over the threshold and left, quickly disappearing in the crowd.

In a corner of the store that no one noticed, a black and red paper man stood there, his empty eyes watching the saint's every move.

After Zhang Huan left, the owner looked outside. At first he was expecting something, but as time passed, his face became more and more gloomy, as if he had eaten bitter melon.

The door was closed in broad daylight, and the owner walked to the chair in a daze. Suddenly, he opened his hand to hold his heart, and fell straight back.

"Damn it, why am I so cheap that I had to act like a big shot? I lost both my wife and my soldiers. I gave away 140,000 kilograms of energy with my own hands. I have never suffered such a loss in my life."

There was no more open-mindedness on his face, and he muttered to himself in pain.

"Shopkeeper, you are a saint, please be dignified and don't do this for such a small amount of money."

The young female clerk came over kindly to comfort him, with a helpless smile on her face.

"If I'm already being pecked by an eagle, what dignity can I still talk about? Do you see the word money on my head? Is dignity more important than money?"

One word represents a road, and one pound of source is also a source. If you can collect, then collect. If you lend out, you should maximize the value of the money. This should be the case no matter what you do.

Based on this, ordinary people can become rich and accumulate more wealth, but monks are more thorough, with their strength corresponding to their resources.

With greater strength, you can get more resources, and with enough resources you can break through to a higher level. This cycle leads to becoming a strong person.

"If that's the case, why did you take the initiative to send the source back? You had already traded it, but you threw it away again."

The young woman asked in confusion, like rubbing salt into the wound.

"Who knows why that cultivator didn't play by the rules? It shouldn't have happened. How could the second generation ancestor of the Zhang family in Zhongzhou take it back and just leave like that?

I heard that they spent a lot of money on the divine source without blinking an eye, so how could they take back the source that had already been thrown away? Isn't this just slapping themselves in the face? "

“Shouldn’t the script be to catch it, express appreciation for someone like me who is not attracted by money, and then throw it back?

Afterwards, at my second invitation, he quickly developed a close relationship with me and developed into a close confidant, becoming one of my "

The shop owner muttered to himself with embarrassed eyes, falling into self-doubt, unable to figure out what the problem was.

"Just take it away. Isn't he from the Zhang family?"

At this time, the young woman interrupted again, mumbling.

"Didn't he say his last name was Shi? How did he become Zhang's? The Zhongzhou Zhang family, the famous Jidao family?"

"She must be from the Zhang family without a doubt, and her bloodline is extremely pure. She is the most legitimate of the legitimate families, and is rarely seen in life. She is probably comparable to the Zhang family princess who only appears once every 100,000 years. She is another hidden genius."

"How did the shop owner know that? He can even detect the bloodlines of other Jidao families. Can't we only use the token to detect whether they belong to the Taihao Holy Land?"

The shop owner with a mustache looked at her in disbelief, with a complicated look in his eyes. Seeing her frowning and serious expression, he sighed in annoyance.

He picked up the cup of tea that had just been presented to Zhang Huan and drank half of it before he came to his senses.

"I have lived for three thousand years and have seen many people from the Zhang family in Zhongzhou. It would be strange if I couldn't tell them apart. How can you ask such a question?"

"Alas, if I could afford to offend you, I would have to fight you in the life and death arena no matter what. I would never let you stay around and torture me."

He held back, drank the rest of the tea, and sighed heavily.

"So that's how it is. The owner has been to Zhongzhou. No wonder he gave away the meat in his mouth for the first time. But that person doesn't seem to be too interested in you and has no intention of making friends. Your plan has failed."

The girl winked and joked, spreading her hands and smiling, pretending to be helpless.

(End of this chapter)