This Dao Ancestor is too young.

When Zhang Yuanzhu was looking at the fragments of the bronze furnace in "A Thousand Years of Dreams", he heard an old man from the Yuan Kingdom royal family explain that only cultivators with pure blood and qi and a strong physical body could give birth to divine light from their flesh and blood.

Each one of them is a rare genius in the royal family.

Zhang Yuanzhu had never practiced body refining techniques, but the complete refining of the two essence blood pills not only made up for the deficiency, but also greatly enhanced his physical potential and strength.

"I owe them a really big favor!"

The boy muttered to himself.

A elixir of essence and blood refined from a Qi Refining Level 10 demon beast was more valuable than he had imagined.

With their hands clasped together, the divine light born from flesh and blood vanished.

He looked out of the courtyard, his expression turning cold.

dong dong dong~

A knock came from outside the courtyard.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression grew even colder, his arm casually resting on the hilt of his sword as he slowly uttered a single word:

"Enter!"

With a soft whisper, the door opened from the outside, revealing a young man dressed in silver armor.

The young man was handsome and came carrying a spear, followed by a group of armored soldiers.

The clanging of armor filled the courtyard, carrying a sense of impending doom.

"Fellow Daoist committed murder in the streets of the inner city, a heinous crime, but the city lord has shown mercy and will only punish you slightly."

The silver-armored youth strode forward, stopping three steps away from the boy.

"Come with me now, and after we investigate the matter, we will release you, fellow Daoist."

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly gripped the sword hilt, glanced at the silver-armored youth, then scanned the dozen or so armored soldiers behind him, and a grin spread across his face:

"Ha, so this is the decision the City Lord's Mansion has made?"

The fact that they brought so many armored soldiers with them was definitely not just to invite him.

The silver-armored youth remained expressionless.

"The attack and murder of a member of the Shang family in the inner city is a serious matter. Come with us."

The young man repeated his words, then uttered them one by one:

"Please consider this carefully, sir, lest you make a mistake!"

boom!

The air exploded, and a fair, jade-like hand, carrying waves of air, pressed against the young man's face.

Thud~ Crack~

His silver helmet shattered, and his entire body was pressed to the ground. The immense force caused half of his face to explode, revealing his bare white bones.

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, looking at the wailing youth under his command:

"You pig-like wretch, how dare you threaten me! Even the city lord wouldn't dare!"

Withdrawing his hand, the silver-armored youth collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain as his body convulsed instinctively.

At the same time, the armored soldiers first stared in horror at the fallen silver-armored youth, then looked warily at the cotton-padded-clothes boy.

Each person gripped their spear tightly, their bodies tense, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Zhang Yuanzhu's face was indifferent, as if he couldn't see the group of armored soldiers. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and strode forward.

"Anyone who stands in the way today will die!"

Ta-ta-ta~

The deep sound of footsteps rose, like the beating of war drums, shaking one's mind.

A chilling murderous intent swept through the courtyard like a cold wind.

The soldiers unconsciously stepped back and made way for them.

"He's only at the Qi Condensation Realm. If we join forces to kill him, those who retreat will have their entire clan exterminated!"

A hoarse growl came from behind him. The silver-armored youth struggled to raise his head, his remaining eye filled with resentment.

stab~

His head flew off, and blood gushed from his neck.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked the blood off his sword, his eyes fixed on the approaching armored soldiers.

"Sigh~"

A soft sigh, tinged with regret.

His inner energy surged, and strands of dark blue light burst forth from his body, burning like flames.

The flow of Qi and blood within the body is like the roar of waves, and the divine light of Qi and blood shines forth.

He took a step, he drew his sword.

The sword light was dazzling, illuminating the courtyard and flashing past figures.

Armor shattered, bodies broke, spears snapped, blood splattered, and one by one, armored warriors fell amidst screams of agony.

The young man strode forward, wielding the blue crystal magic sword in his hand in a series of fluid and natural movements.

Blood stained the courtyard red, and bits of flesh mixed with armor pieces fell everywhere.

One breath!

Ten breaths!!

A cup of tea!!!

The screams faded into silence, leaving only a tall, slender figure standing in the courtyard.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, scanning the wreckage scattered on the ground. The ancient Bodhi tree deep within his heart trembled slightly, and a sense of unease arose in his heart.

Without hesitation, he walked through the courtyard, his feet stained with blood, occasionally bending down to pick up items.

There was a broken silver halberd, black armor plates, and a rough jade pendant; all of these were items that could activate supernatural powers.

After collecting all the spoils, he slowly walked out of the courtyard.

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed between heaven and earth. Zhang Yuanzhu crossed the threshold and walked down the stone steps.

He immediately spotted several figures standing on the street, sizing him up.

Their gazes were either cold and sharp, their expressions ferocious, or their eyes filled with murderous intent...

Each of these people exuded a powerful aura; they were all cultivators, at least at the Qi Condensation Realm.

"The Shang family, Shang Yuanlie!"

"The Tao family, the Tao heart!"

"The Qian family, Qian Caifeng!"

"Commander of Jiaoyuan City, Empress Chen Yuan!"

As the words fell, a tall, elderly man in a close-fitting outfit stepped out from the crowd and uttered each word clearly:

"We have come here to slay the thugs and bandits, and rid the people of evil!"

Zhang Yuanzhu grinned, his eyes shining brightly, like the sun embedded within them, burning with intense fighting spirit.

Two Qi Refining Realm cultivators, two Qi Condensation Realm cultivators, and some archers hidden in the shadows—such a lineup was indeed formidable, enough to kill him seven days ago.

But now, it's not enough!

Arm raised, sword pointing forward:

"Come!"

With a loud shout, Zhang Yuanzhu shot out.

The longsword in his hand trembled and hummed, the sound initially faint, then echoing like the roar of a tiger throughout the street.

The sword's blade glowed with a shifting, deep blue light, and a fierce tiger leaped out from the light, roaring and howling as it propelled the sword's light forward.

This sword strike was majestic and domineering.

"Excellent swordsmanship!"

The tall, well-fitting Shang Yuanlie roared, and layers of earth-yellow light bloomed, covering his entire body and transforming into rock armor.

At the same time, a pair of arms were raised, revealing gold-threaded boxing gloves.

He took a step forward, clenched his fists, and struck out with a thunderous roar.

"The low-grade magic weapon, the Golden Spirit Gauntlets, the Shang family is really serious this time."

Low-grade magic artifacts are extremely precious; even the three major families themselves possess only a few. Once they are used, it signifies that they will exert all their strength.

Qian Caifeng's aged face became more solemn as she clasped her hands together and cast a magic seal.

hum~

Wooden spikes appeared out of nowhere, tearing through the sky and piercing the boy.

At the same time, the Commandant of Jiaoyuan City, and many of the attackers, made their moves, with various lights blooming and arrows falling like rain.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged.

In the blink of an eye, layers of water appeared, compressed, and circulated, protecting itself.

The black blood shield in his arms rose up, hovering above his head, with wisps of black and red mist hanging down.

The sword light in his hand grew ever more dazzling and majestic, its sharpness fully revealed, as it charged forward.

A ruthless glint flashed in Shang Yuanlie's eyes as he exerted all his strength to activate the Golden Spirit Gauntlets, making both arms gleam golden, as if cast from gold.

As a Qi Refining Stage 1 cultivator, I would never be defeated by a mere youth in a direct confrontation.

In an instant, a sword and two fists crossed space and collided fiercely.