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Chapter 112 Qingzuo Mirror Realm: Steal My Substitute Array! (Please Subscribe!)

The gleaming yellow bullet fell onto the wooden floor of the room as Zhao Zheng opened his hand, making a crisp metallic sound.

Ding~

"Trying to withstand a bullet within five meters, is that even possible?!"

Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow at his right palm, which was completely unmarked, and took the bullet from his right hand. He then looked at the panel displaying the myriad aspects of life that he had summoned.

[Practice Method: Taoist Golden Body Exercise (Beginner)]

[Introduction: Taoist Golden Body Skill, ranked fifth among the Twenty-Four Orthodox Methods of Maoshan, and first among the three major external training methods among the Twenty-Four Orthodox Methods —]

"—The Supreme Purity awakens the profound, absorbing the spirit and forging the form, solidifying the foundation of life. Those who cultivate this realm uphold the Supreme Purity's profound pivot, absorbing the primordial spirit of heaven and earth to nourish their entire body, tempering their skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, making them indestructible and unbreakable, thus achieving Vajra Indestructibility; their bodies are imbued with spiritual essence, becoming pure, smooth, and warm, thus achieving Ice Skin and Jade Bones; their bodies carry the pure and purifying energy of spiritual texts—"

【Characteristics: Skin as smooth as ice and bones as fine as jade, indestructible, immune to all evils, and with blood and energy as pure as mercury.】

The cultivation method arrived last night, and I only started practicing it last night, just as Master Tianyi and Su Ming had said.

The Thirteen Protectors' Horizontal Training can be perfectly transformed into the Taoist Golden Body Skill. Zhao Zheng only practiced it for a short while and immediately entered the beginner level.

Two new features have also been added!

Furthermore, to be fair, the righteous law truly lives up to its name, as it actually eliminated the side effects of physical pain and itching in the internal organs during cultivation.

Zhao Zheng was sighing, and behind him, or rather, in the room opposite his, a young man holding a pistol was also sighing, but with wide, terrified eyes.

Even though the door wasn't open, he could almost see Zhao Zheng catching the bullet, and he swallowed hard and backed away in fear.

bang——

The wooden door shattered, splinters flew everywhere, and a massive black shadow, carrying a terrifying pressure, swept in. The young man, who had just taken a step back and whose body had only become half-invisible, suddenly felt everything go black.

When his vision returned, he saw Zhao Zheng's large, iron-like hand gripping his throat and lifting him high into the air.

His vital energy, internal energy, and magic seemed to have vanished at this moment, rendering him unable to use them, causing him to speak with difficulty and a flushed face.

"I—I had no choice—"

"This is not a get-out-of-jail-free card!"

Zhao Zheng spoke calmly, and with a slight squeeze of his fingers, a series of cracking sounds rang out. The young man he had thrown to the ground slumped to the ground like a lump of mud, lifeless.

Without even glancing at the young man whose bones and brain had been shattered by his attack, he reached out and grabbed the custom-made Colt from the young man's hand, examining it and saying...

"Good taste, just like me."

bang——

Another gunshot rang out, but this time it came from outside the window of Zhao Zheng's room. Just as the bullet was about to reach Zhao Zheng's forehead, Zhao Zheng's shadow moved.

Zhao Zheng was instantly swallowed up by the shadow on the floor and disappeared, while the bullet struck Zhao Zheng in the lower back with its remaining force.

clang~

A metallic clang rang out, and the bullet bounced off and embedded itself in the wall. Zhao Zheng turned his head and glanced at the golden skin visible through the hole the bullet had made in his lower back.

"My clothes are very expensive—"

Zhao Zheng frowned and slowly turned around, his gaze passing through layers of walls to a young man holding a bright red sniper rifle in a private room of a restaurant diagonally opposite.

gurgle—

The young man in the private room on the second floor of the restaurant turned pale when Zhao Zheng stared at him. He quickly put away his gun, turned around, and disappeared in a few leaps.

When he reappeared, he was found in an abandoned courtyard several streets away. As soon as he entered the main room of the courtyard, he said...

"Damn it, where did you get your intelligence from? It's completely inaccurate! That guy can actually withstand Chifeng's bullets!"

The young man entered the room and spoke to the two men with braids who were sitting at the table drinking. The two men with braids were taken aback for a moment before replying.

"To withstand bullets from Chifeng?"

"Are you kidding me? This is a witch-hunting gun with anti-magic properties; it's more than enough to kill a dignified seventh-rank martial artist."

The two men with braids spoke one after the other, but the last one to speak suddenly stopped, his expression changing.

"No, he let you come back on purpose!"

Thud—

A violent explosion and a burst of flames suddenly lit up the dilapidated courtyard, shattering all the walls and houses.

The three men, including the man with the braid, were destroyed together!

A few meters outside the courtyard, Zhao Zheng reached out and took the crimson sniper rifle that was handed to him by the shadow that rose from the ground, and observed it with raised eyebrows.

"A magical artifact?"

"This isn't a magical artifact!"

A woman's voice, carrying an air of arrogance, answered calmly. Zhao Zheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw a woman walking towards him.

A woman in a cheongsam who looked to be in her early thirties, with a beautiful face, a good figure, and fair skin, appeared to be someone who had held a high position for many years.

Zhao Zheng, curious, asked.

"What is it if not a magical artifact?"

"The Witch Hunter's Gun!"

Song Shuran, a woman dressed in a light blue cheongsam, or rather, carrying a birdcage, strolled over and spoke softly.

After saying that, she looked at Zhao Zheng, who was curious but not surprised at all, with a strange expression: "Hmm? You know about the Witch Hunter's Spear? Well, you are from the Maoshan Sect, so you should naturally know about it."

After saying that, she frowned and glanced at the courtyard that had been reduced to ruins by the explosives and the three mangled corpses under the ruins, then turned back to look at Zhao Zhengdao.

"You knew they lived here all along?"

"Not only that—"

Zhao Zheng nodded and then shook his head. He suddenly smiled and looked at the birdcage in Song Shuran's hand, saying, "I know you live there too."

"Um?"

Song Shuran's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, but a cold smile appeared on her face as she said, "Since you know about us, then hurry up and kill yourself. That way, you can at least leave yourself with a whole body—"

Song Shuran's words came to an abrupt halt. Her face was pale as she clutched her stomach and knelt on the ground with a thud. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth as she stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zhengdao.

"When did you—when—put the poison in—?"

"I told you, I know where you live. Since I know where you live, how could I not prepare in advance? But honestly, your vigilance is really poor. Don't you even check the food before eating it?"

Zhao Zheng spoke up, did they really think he was still the novice who had just entered the cultivation world in July? Now, he was forced by the world to grow a heart full of vigilance and caution.

There was no other way; the world of martial arts was treacherous, or rather, the cultivation world was treacherous. He had to be cautious, so after discovering that his forehead was dark, he returned to Anping County and began to make preparations.

That is, he began searching Anping County and Ping'an County for any remnants of the Great Chen dynasty. He originally thought it would be difficult to find the door, but the result was...

Surprisingly easy to find!

There was nothing he could do; the other party either had a queue or a haughty attitude, so he prepared in advance.

For example, planting explosives or poisoning!

The process of planting the explosives and poisoning the target went incredibly smoothly, so smoothly that Zhao Zheng wondered if these five people were mentally challenged.

However, when he thought about the special culture that the other party had passed down for generations, he felt that it was very likely, no, it should be said that it was.

After all, that kind of thing is prone to causing deformities!

"Humble—humble—"

Song Shuran died without uttering a single word, lying on the ground with her eyes wide open, glaring angrily at Zhao Zheng.

"Thank you for the compliment!"

Zhao Zheng grinned, put away his so-called Chifeng sniper rifle, and after he shot and killed the strange bird in the cage that Song Shuran refused to let go even in death, a dark shadow darted out from behind him.

The dark figure that had devoured half of Song Shuran's soul was slapped by a large hand and returned the way it came with a muffled groan. Zhao Zheng frowned as he looked at the middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket who had suddenly appeared in front of him.

The middle-aged man was in his early forties, with a long face. He couldn't be called handsome, but he was far from being dashing.

However, the noodles reveal a pristine whiteness, a result of years of pampered living, and a delicate texture untouched by the hardships of city life.

He had gained a little weight, which made him even uglier than he already was, which fit the appearance of the remnants of the Great Chen dynasty.

"Master Zhao, the person is already dead, why bother to destroy their soul?" The middle-aged man, or rather Lang Jingzhou, frowned.

"I learned it from you guys!"

"—The abbot is indeed a sharp-tongued person!"

Lang Jingzhou was taken aback, frowned, and spoke. Zhao Zheng shook his head and said, "I'm not as good as you. I don't have fangs!"

"—"

Lang Jingzhou took a deep breath, his fists slightly clenched as he looked at Zhao Zheng. He glanced at the courtyard that had been blown to rubble and Song Shuran, then frowned again as he looked at Zhao Zheng.

"Alright, just kill yourself. It'll save me the trouble; you won't even have a proper corpse!"

"???"

Hearing what the other person said, Zhao Zheng, looking like an old man, scratched his head and asked without immediately taking action.

"I have a question!"

"Sure, go ahead and ask, but I'm in a hurry. I still have to go kill your whole family later!" Lang Jingzhou said calmly.

"???"

"There's nothing I can do. You killed our people and ruined our plans. If I told you, you should kill your whole family. That way, at least you'd have a complete corpse. After all, if I were to do it, I might not be able to leave them all alive."

Thud—

One was the sound of air blasts from high-speed movement, the other was the sound of punches clashing, and after the punches, all that remained were figures flying backward with a thud.

"I told you to kill yourself, why wouldn't you listen? Look what happened! Huh, you're not dead? Oh, Taoist Golden Body Technique!"

Looking at Zhao Zheng's golden skin as he stood up from the ruins of the collapsed wall, Lang Jingzhou's surprise turned into understanding.

After finishing his statement, he looked at Zhao Zheng with a strange and scrutinizing gaze, saying, "Interesting, truly interesting. A late-stage Dao Realm cultivator in the Refining Essence to Qi stage and a mid-stage Martial Realm cultivator in the Ninth Rank have actually given you the combat strength of a Seventh Rank Martial Artist in the Early Stage—"

"—No wonder they sent me here even though they had already set up the 'Qingzuo's Shadow and Ten Thousand Deaths Formation' to kill you. So you really do have the potential to threaten my Great Chen!"

"Qingzu's shadow lingers, ten thousand of us perish in battle?"

Zhao Zheng asked curiously, but did not immediately make a move. Lang Jingzhou seemed not to be worried at all that Zhao Zheng would escape, and nodded and smiled.

"It's that Zhao Zheng. To be precise—I don't know too much about the specifics, but just know that your fates are now intertwined because of that formation. In other words, if he dies, you die too, and vice versa!"

"So I'm going to die either way?"

"Yes, accept your fate. Since you share the same name as that person, I'll spare your life and even erect a tombstone for you!"

"Should I thank you?"

"No need for that. After all, you died because of me, so let's keep things separate," Lang Jingzhou said, shaking his head.

After saying that, he smiled and said, "Of course, you are not without a chance of winning. For example, if you reach the sixth rank in martial arts or the Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness in immortality, you can actually win."

"Oh, that's easy!"

"???"

Lang Jingzhou was stunned upon hearing this. He saw Zhao Zheng take a step towards him, and after that step, his martial arts realm, which was originally at the mid-ninth grade, instantly became the mid-eighth grade, and he was still breaking through as he continued to take steps.

Eighth grade perfect, seventh grade mid-stage, sixth grade early stage —

With each step a grade, after three steps, Zhao Zheng's martial arts realm had reached the early stage of the sixth grade. Lang Jingzhou stared at Zhao Zheng with his mouth agape, completely dumbfounded.

"you----"

"So the sixth-grade martial realm is called Refining Dirty!"

Looking at the realms on the panel of the "Life's Many Aspects" chart, Zhao Zheng thought about the three realms of "Nine-Rank Skin Refining, Eight-Rank Tendon Forging, and Seven-Rank Bone Tempering" and his current Six-Rank Body Refining. A look of understanding appeared in his eyes.

The ninth grade is for skin refining and body strengthening, the eighth grade is for tendon forging and meridian strengthening, the seventh grade is for bone tempering and foundation building, and the sixth grade is for body refining and vital energy cultivation. Just as he was thinking about what the true name of the fifth grade realm would be, he saw Lang Jingzhou exclaim in amazement.

"You're a genius!"

"No, genius is merely the threshold to my understanding!"

Zhao Zheng, the genius, shook his head and said that he had said that he had a strong talent for martial arts and that he was more suited to practicing martial arts.

Of course, his breakthrough was entirely due to his own efforts and the solid foundation he had built during that time.

Only in this way can one break through to the third rank in three steps!

"A threshold? Indeed, genius is merely the threshold to meeting you—but unfortunately, you—will ultimately die!"

Before the words had even faded, the person had already moved. Lang Jingzhou dared not continue the conversation with Zhao Zheng, fearing that if he said another word, Zhao Zheng's Dao realm would also break through.

This child must not be allowed to live!

This was Lang Jingzhou's thought as he moved his feet, transforming into a blur as he rushed towards Zhao Zheng. As soon as the thought came to mind, a ruthless glint appeared in his eyes.

He opened his mouth, and a sword pellet flew out, which unfolded in a flash, transforming into a three-foot-long green sword that sliced ​​through the air at terrifying speed, piercing out a sonic boom and white waves as it rushed towards Zhao Zheng's neck.

The sword has not yet arrived, but the momentum has already been achieved.

Feeling a slight stinging sensation on his neck, Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow at the flying sword engraved with the words "Shattered Calamity".

I recognized it at first glance – this is the flying sword I lost when I was a child!

The idea popped into Zhao Zheng's head, just as Lang Jingzhou was both delighted and stunned. He was delighted that Zhao Zheng's head had flown away, but stunned that his Shattering Tribulation Sword hadn't even pierced Zhao Zheng's neck yet.

Suddenly, he saw Zhao Zheng suddenly split apart, his limbs, head, and body scattered in all directions.

"!!!"

Is my sword strike that powerful?

Lang Jingzhou's eyes widened in surprise, wondering if Zhao Zheng was merely a figurehead.

He noticed a problem: where was his flying sword? Why hadn't it returned yet? Lang Jingzhou subconsciously looked ahead and saw an arm gripping the hilt of his flying sword and swinging it wildly.

"???"

Whose arm flew off?

Pshaw, no, where did that arm come from!

Bah, no, that's not right either. Who would grab his flying sword for no reason? — Lang Jingzhou stopped thinking, not because the scene was too bizarre, but because he felt a strong wind coming from behind.

He instinctively turned his head and saw a bloodied and mangled face, which startled him so much that he instinctively took a step back.

boom-

A blinding golden light suddenly appeared. Lang Jingzhou, who had retreated, was so blinded by the dazzling light that he instinctively wanted to close his eyes, but he knew something was wrong and forcibly stopped himself from doing so.

His mouth opened again, and a miniature shield with a yellow background and red face was spat out, growing larger in the wind and striking him in front of him.

clang-

The sword and shield collided with a loud bang, but before Lang Jingzhou could reach out and grab his Disaster-Breaking Shield to block, the impact was already deafening.

A series of loud clanging sounds rang out along with blinding golden light. Before Lang Jingzhou could even react, he heard a crack as his Disaster-Breaking Shield split in two.

"My sword and shield!"

Lang Jingzhou, suffering a backlash from the destruction of his magical artifact, roared angrily, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. But what greeted him was the sudden extinguishing of the golden light and the sudden appearance of an eerie silence.

not good!

Retreat! Retreat now!

Unable to sense any sound, Lang Jingzhou's mind went into alertness. His left hand instinctively activated the Breaking Calamity Palm to block forward, while he simultaneously used his movement technique to retreat at lightning speed. However, he was ultimately a step too late!

Without a sound or movement, Lang Jingzhou didn't even feel any pain; he clearly saw his left arm severed at the shoulder.

Just as he was frantically summoning his flying sword in a fit of grief and rage, a blinding golden light mixed with the sword light suddenly appeared before his eyes.

Just as he stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng, who had lost his left arm, swinging his sword with his right hand, he suddenly froze.

Or rather, his mind went completely blank!

"Sword Nine - Unending Oblivion!"

This was the first sound Lang Jingzhou heard before his mind went blank, and it was also the first sound he thought of when his mind wasn't blank.

Lying on the ground, Lang Jingzhou stared blankly at his own severed limbs and the flying arm in front of him that had been holding his flying sword and flying back to Zhao Zheng's left shoulder.

He asked blankly.

"What... what kind of technique is this?"

"Clone Technique!"

"???"

This is... a clone technique?

Lang Jingzhou stared blankly at the long sword thrusting towards him, his consciousness plunging into complete darkness. Zhao Zheng withdrew the Tai'a sword and stabbed him a few more times to confirm that Lang Jingzhou was dead.

He raised an eyebrow at the Shattered Blade in his left hand, which had finally become obedient, and said, "Hmm? You've finally remembered your former master!"

Excellent, excellent!

Zhao Zheng grabbed the Shattered Tribulation Sword with his right hand, refined it in an instant, and stored it in his Purple Mansion. After doing this, he looked at Lang Jingzhou, who was dead beyond any doubt on the ground.

A dark shadow suddenly appeared from behind and bit into Lang Jingzhou's soul, which was standing there blankly after leaving his body.

"Actually, I was using a clone technique!"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, of course, he was using a modified version of the clone technique, a clone technique derived from the flying head technique.

[Technique: Clone Technique (Perfected)]

[Introduction: Although this method is derived from the Maoshan Flying Head Technique, your reinterpretation has expanded it beyond just flying large heads; small heads can also be flown.]

[Note: I'm jealous of your womanizing.]

Speaking of how he came to know this magic method, he still has to thank the braided man who gave him the straw doll magic weapon in the forest.

Without the other person as his test subject, he wouldn't have been able to successfully develop the flying head technique into a clone technique so quickly.

As for the "Sword Nine: Absolute Thoughts and Forgetful Minds" that he used to empty Lang Jingzhou's head, it was the "Empty Head Palm" that he developed by referencing the meaning of "Absolute Thoughts and Forgetful Minds" in the Absolute Thoughts and Forgetful Minds Sword Divine Power.

[Technique: Absolute Thoughts and Forgetful Intentions - Empty Palm]

[Introduction: Although this method is derived from the Absolute Thought Sword Technique, it places greater emphasis on the meaning of absolute thought. In other words, with one strike, the enemy will become empty-headed and lifeless. Note that the duration of the enemy's empty-headed state depends on the opponent's cultivation of primordial spirit and mind.]

[Note: A pointed head means it won't be afraid of being empty.]

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I think you're a little too cheeky!

Zhao Zheng stared blankly at the two annotations on the map, then began to search the corpse. He originally intended to search Song Shuran first.

Unfortunately, the woman had been shattered beyond repair by the aftershocks of his attack, so he could only touch Lang Jingzhou instead.

In the end, he successfully found three magical artifacts that he had accidentally lost when he was a child and a formation plate that looked like an ancient mirror on Lang Jingzhou.

Looking at the ancient mirror array plate, Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow, took out the red fish from the five-colored divine light pearl, and opened the note containing the whereabouts of the Gongshu family.

Seek it in the mirror.

Zhao Zheng looked at the three words in the mirror and pondered for a moment before trying to scan the ancient mirror array plate with his "Life's Many Faces" panel.

【Qingzuo Mirror Realm: Steal My Substitute Array】

[Introduction: This formation was developed by surviving officials of the Imperial Observatory and Eight Banners alchemists after the fall of the Great Chen Dynasty, based on the principles of the "Qingzuo's Time-Suppressing and Reverse Realm Invading the Stars Formation" and combined with the Great Chen Dynasty's Mirroring the Myriad Realms Technique.]

[This is a forbidden mirror array that abandons the method of eliminating enemies through cause and effect, instead using an ancient bronze mirror as a medium to open a gate to a parallel world, allowing the array master's own soul to cross over and descend, forcibly suppressing and replacing the "other self" in the corresponding parallel world, occupying its physical body, destiny, and fortune, thus leaving a way out for the restoration cause and concealing the true body.]

[Note: Every sip and bite is ordained by Heaven.]

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"I think I know why I was able to foresee that the other party would kill me when I was a child," Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, putting away the array plates and other items.

After doing all that, he frowned slightly as he looked at Lang Jingzhou, who was lying dead on the ground: "You don't seem to be that strong either—"

"Why don't you look around first?"

A voice rang out from not far away. The speaker was none other than Daoist Tianyi, who had been summoned by Zhao Zheng to secretly oversee the battle.

He's already started planting explosives and poisoning, how could he possibly be fighting alone? He's already prepared a series of backup plans.

There are still a total of nine backup plans!

"around----

Zhao Zheng looked around and saw that the ground within a hundred meters was three zhang higher than the sky. In other words, the ground within a hundred meters had been passively lowered by three zhang because of his fight with Lang Jingzhou.

And it's not just that it's shorter; the surrounding houses and trees are long gone, either turned into broken bricks or dust, and the bricks and stones on the ground have long since turned to dust.

"Is there really such a big difference between the sixth and eighth ranks?"

Zhao Zheng asked Master Tianyi, who had come to his side, with some surprise. Master Tianyi rolled his eyes and replied.

"Sixth-grade organ refinement refines the five internal organs, ensuring their continuous regeneration and inexhaustible qi and blood. Once this stage is achieved, martial artists can engage in prolonged, high-intensity combat without exhaustion, and their qi and blood can form a protective membrane around their body, granting them imperviousness to blades, spears, and poisonous miasma—a single punch can collapse a building!"

"Oh wow, I've reached the 'building explosion' level!"

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Screw your building explosion!

Master Tianyi rolled his eyes and said, "Actually, the difference between the eighth and sixth ranks isn't that big. The real difference is that the fifth rank's internal energy condensation can reach the Profound Realm. Only then will a martial artist experience a true qualitative change."

"A qualitative change?"

"Let's not talk about this anymore. You should stabilize your cultivation level first!" Master Tianyi said calmly, changing the subject.

In truth, he was at a loss for words to say to Zhao Zheng, who had broken through to the third rank in three steps. He suddenly felt that perhaps his elder brother's decision to let Zhao Zheng cultivate the Dao might have been a delay for Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng should be practicing martial arts!

"Alright, it's all stabilized now. Martial Uncle, please continue. Hmm, people are different. For example, I've already stabilized—"

Seeing Master Tianyi's suddenly smiling and benevolent expression, Zhao Zheng stopped talking, and the two left, preparing to go to the inn where Zhao Zheng was.

Before leaving, Zhao Zheng summoned Li Qi and instructed him to lead people to fill the large pit and repair the houses nearby that had been damaged by the aftermath of his fight with Lang Jingzhou.

After giving his instructions, Zhao Zhengcai and Daoist Tianyi headed towards the inn. On the way, he looked at Daoist Tianyi, who was watching him, with a strange expression.

"Uncle-Master, what's wrong?"

"fine----"

Master Tianyi shook his head, but in his heart he felt that Zhao Zheng was really different from others. At least others would not send people to repair the houses that were destroyed because of their battles.

When they arrived at the inn, it wasn't because the inn was close by, but mainly because the two of them were fast on their feet. Zhao Zheng felt that he shouldn't have fought Lang Jingzhou; his martial uncle should have been the one to fight.

"What exactly is my martial uncle's cultivation level and strength?"

Zhao Zheng guessed what was going on, and led Daoist Tianyi to the room where Zhao Zheng was. Daoist Tianyi frowned and looked at Zhao Zheng for a while, then began to shake his head—to cast the Thousand-Mile Transmission Technique.

As the water curtain rose, the figure of Daoist Dayan appeared, his face immediately turning expressionless upon seeing Daoist Tianyi.

"What is it—um, Zheng? What's wrong?"

"???"

No, I'm your apprentice, aren't I?

Master Tianyi watched as his master's expression rapidly changed from blank to beaming, and muttered to himself.

Zhao Zheng then explained the cause and effect, as well as the "Qingzuo Qianying · Wanwo Tongyun Zhen" used against him by the remnants of the Great Chen Dynasty.

"It's simple, just set up the Seven Star Life-Sustaining Array and kill him. Things aren't as terrible as he makes them out to be!" said Daoist Dayan.

"Why can't we just not kill him? I have no grudge against him, and besides, he's still my man!" Zhao Zheng said.

"???"

"Master, what's wrong?"

"Are you sure this is your 'him'?"

Daoist Dayan frowned as he looked at Zhao Zheng, puzzled, and said, "You know—" He paused and looked at Daoist Tianyi.

"???"

Master Tianyi was stunned for a moment, and when he saw Master Dayan pointing to the door, his eyes widened instantly.

No, I am your disciple.

A second later, the person left and the door closed.

Zhao Zheng looked at Master Tianyi leaving the room and the closed door with a strange expression, while Master Dayan also looked at Zhao Zheng with a strange expression.

Aren't you hungry?

"Hmm? A little, but it's alright."

Having roughly understood what Daoist Dayan was saying, Zhao Zheng looked at the unconscious Zhao Zhengdao. He wanted to kill Zhao Zhengdao to complete himself, but it was just a thought, not the kind of thought that would make him take action.

"???"

"Um?"

"You are truly patient—your character is exceptionally refined!"

Daoist Dayan praised Zhao Zheng with a strange expression. The reason he praised Zhao Zheng was simple: most people couldn't help but kill him.

A normal practitioner, especially a martial artist, would only choose to kill him at first sight.

Cultivators are a little better off, but not by much; basically, nine out of ten cultivators can't resist killing others.

Unless one possesses exceptional moral character and cultivation!

"really!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, accepting the praise from Daoist Dayan. Of course, he knew that innate talent played a small part in this.

After he finished speaking, before Daoist Dayan could speak, he continued to ask, "Master, is there no way to avoid killing him?"

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"Uh...yes!"

Daoist Dayan spoke, but then helplessly spread his hands, saying, "However, I can't do it, because your grandmaster doesn't understand the Heaven and Earth Changing Formation. Even if he did, he couldn't send you back, because—do you think you can spit out meat that's already in your mouth?"

The last phrase, "the meat that's already in your mouth," refers to the area of ​​Ping'an County, the world, or rather, the Heavenly Dao of this world. It's unlikely that the food already in one's mouth will be spat out.

At least his master never mentioned spitting it out!

Zhao Zheng said thoughtfully.

"What if he continues to live?"

"It will only harm you, it will diminish your talent, cultivation, and power—and ultimately, it will replace you!"

Daoist Dayan frowned and said, "This is one of the main reasons why he told Zhao Zheng to kill me in the first place."

"So, killing him is my only option?"

"Yes, actually you—"

boom-

A gunshot rang out, and the unconscious Zhao Zheng fell to the ground, shot between the eyebrows. As he died, Zhao Zheng realized something: he hadn't set up his Seven Star Life-Sustaining Array yet.

Thinking it over, he blurted out without thinking!

"Master, save me!"

"----Um!"

Daoist Dayan's lips twitched as he left the water curtain for a moment before reappearing, saying, "It's all set up, but why did you suddenly change your mind?"

"Because if I don't kill him, he will harm me, so why should I let him live!" Zhao Zheng looked at Daoist Dayan with a strange expression.

Well-reasoned and irrefutable!

Daoist Dayan's lips twitched. Just as Zhao Zheng was about to speak, he was drawn to the specks of golden light that the deceased Zhao Zheng had transformed into.

"Here comes the benefit: after your death, all of his cultivation, blood, spirit, foundation, fortune, and supernatural powers will be absorbed by you. This will not only make up for the deficiencies in your cultivation but also make your physical body and Dao heart stronger and more stable. Your future cultivation path will be much smoother as a result."

Daoist Dayan smiled as he watched the specks of golden light that Zhao Zheng had transformed into fly into Zhao Zheng's body. After saying that, he said regretfully.

"Unfortunately, your man is just an ordinary person—"

As Zhao Zheng sensed the changes in his body, his brows suddenly furrowed, and he looked at the changing memories in his mind with surprise.

"Huh? The Zhao family—gone—"

The Zhao family he referred to as "gone" was not his own family, but rather the Zhao family Zhao Zheng belonged to. The Zhao family of Ping'an County disappeared along with Zhao Zheng after his death. It wasn't a sudden disappearance, but rather a process similar to the overwriting and modification that occurred when Ping'an County was established.

Of course, only Zhao Zheng's family was modified; there was no situation where Lang Jingzhou and others came back to life because Zhao Zheng was gone.

"This situation is quite normal. After all, the reason why the Zhao family and Zhao Zheng haven't disappeared is mainly because Zhao Zheng's fate was linked to you by the remnants of the Great Chen Dynasty. Now that he's dead, the Zhao family will naturally disappear as well. After all—they shouldn't have existed in the first place!"

Upon hearing this, Daoist Dayan spoke up to explain, and Zhao Zheng nodded, saying, "Grandmaster, I have a question. The remnants of the Great Chen have attacked me three times already. Wouldn't that be considered a provocation against our Maoshan Sect?"

"...

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Daoist Dayan rolled his eyes, knowing what Zhao Zheng meant. He frowned and said, "Some things are not as simple as you think."

"I understand. There are remnants of the Chen dynasty in the Maoshan sect too—oh, there really are. Even the Three Mountains Alliance has them? Oh, okay, I understand, I understand—" Zhao Zheng nodded to show he understood.

Daoist Dayan's eyelids twitched, and he rolled his eyes helplessly: "Don't guess if you don't know. Besides, your grandmaster never said that there were any remnants of the Great Chen Dynasty in our Maoshan Sect or the Three Mountains Alliance! How could our Daoist sect possibly have any remnants!"

"Understood, I won't guess anymore!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, knowing that he had guessed everything correctly. Moreover, he felt that it wasn't just the Daoist sect that had remnants of the Great Chen dynasty.

It's likely that many sects in the world have remnants of the Great Chen dynasty, and—perhaps some of them even hold high positions.

"Alright, Master has other matters to attend to—"

After Da Yan Dao Ren finished speaking, the water curtain of the Thousand-Mile Transmission Technique dispersed, but before it dispersed, his voice rang out.

"Some formations should not be used lightly —"

"clear!"

Zhao Zheng knew that Daoist Dayan was referring to the ancient mirror array plate of "Qingzuo Mirror Realm - Steal My Substitute Array" that he had obtained.

However, he understood even more clearly that not using it lightly did not mean it could not be used at all. Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow and picked up the extra piece of paper on the ground.

Important Notes on Cross-Dimensional Arrays —

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