This Dao Ancestor is too young.

After making his decision, Zhang Yuanzhu circulated his magical power within his dantian, and the hand seals in his palms changed rapidly.

Streaks of silver light, like streams, descended from the sky, enveloping everything, making the moonlight even more dazzling and bright.

He activated the Moon Essence Protection Technique with all his might, and his understanding of this spell deepened.

Until a critical point is reached...

wow~

The moonlight around him surged like a tide, and the azure magic power within his dantian gathered and dispersed like clouds and mist. The magic patterns representing water control techniques swirled like swimming fish.

A mysterious aura gradually emerged within his dantian, and a blurry phantom appeared.

As the magical power flowed, the illusory figure became clearer and clearer, as if it were about to leap out of the illusion.

At the same time, the skin, flesh, bones, and even internal organs were trembling, feeling an indescribable pressure.

Time passes by second by second, in an instant or forever.

The blurry, illusory figure trembled slightly before leaping into reality.

It was a golden pattern, dazzling yet ancient, quietly floating in the middle of the dantian.

The second spell rune has been successfully formed!

Before the boy could relax...

Sizzle~ Sizzle~

Cracks appeared on his body, and blood flowed down, staining his purple robe and dripping to the ground.

At this moment, the boy was like a fragile piece of ceramic; the immense pressure from the magical markings wounded his body from the inside out.

"Hehe~"

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a wide grin, his smile unrestrained and arrogant.

As long as you don't perish immediately, it means you've succeeded.

In the blink of an eye, the moonlight covering his entire body surged into him, tempering his flesh and blood, cleansing his bones, and repairing his internal organs.

When his physical body was injured, he began to use the Moon Essence Protection Technique to strengthen his body.

In an instant, the wounds began to heal, the flesh grew stronger, and the body on the verge of collapse was being pulled back little by little.

One day!

Two days!!

Three days!!!

Three days passed before Zhang Yuanzhu slowly opened his closed eyes.

brush~

Two beams of silver light burst forth from his eyes, piercing the air, breaking through the pool water, and leaving scratches in the silt at the bottom of the pool.

He raised his palm, gazing at the fair, jade-like skin, feeling the immense power contained within it.

Looking inward at the dantian, two golden magical runes swam like fish in the magical power.

At this moment, the boy's smile widened.

With one layer of magical runes, he succeeded!

According to the information gathered, in the past few hundred years, the only person in the Ancient Cliff Mountain Immortal Soldier Valley who could create a single-layered magic inscription was Ye Jinxian—Fairy Ye.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly rose, causing the pool water to surge and flow out, covering the courtyard.

Rays of moonlight fell from the sky and gathered behind us.

The water flows swiftly, the bright moon shines down, and a figure in purple stands with hands behind his back, a scene of breathtaking beauty that captivates the viewer.

This is—the bright moon rising over the sea!

The combination spell he conceived finally showed some promise as the second spell rune was successfully condensed.

Zhang Yuanzhu gazed at the surging blue water before him, feeling the gentle moonlight behind him.

With a thought, the water receded back into the pool, the moonlight faded, and the courtyard returned to its original state.

Now that the magical runes have been successfully condensed, I finally have some free time. It's time to take stock of the spoils from a few days ago.

With a flick of his sleeve, two streaks of light floated before him, transforming into the remains of a shrimp soldier, inlaid with a golden storage bag.

He extended his palm, his knuckles slightly bent, and lightly tapped the crimson carapace.

clang clang ~

The sound of metal clashing echoed both inside and outside.

The boy gently tapped his forehead:

"The carapace is hard, making it a good spiritual material. We can try integrating it into the bronze armor."

As for the shrimp meat, it must be a rare delicacy.

After planning out the various uses for the demon corpse in his mind, he turned his attention to the storage bag.

The old man who runs the clothing shop has lived in Linhai City for many years, and his wealth should not disappoint him.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes held anticipation.

He reached out, gently grasped the storage bag, turned it upside down, and gave it a light shake.

Splash! Splash!

Various spiritual objects fell down, covering the area in front of him.

Jade slips, ancient books, spirit stones, and several sets of robes that shimmered with spiritual light.

His gaze swept over the spiritual object on the ground, and he had already made a basic judgment in his mind.

There are over two hundred low-grade spirit stones, and the robes are precious and valuable. As for the ancient books and jade scrolls, we will only be able to understand them clearly after reading them.

However, just over two hundred spirit stones were enough for the young man to kill his opponent.

He casually stretched out his hand, picked up a jade slip, and began to read it.

Rock Armor Technique!

Condensing rock armor to protect oneself is a protective spell.

Zhang Yuanzhu only glanced through it once before putting the jade slip away.

He already possesses protective spells and doesn't need to cultivate them further.

He picked up and put down jade slips one by one, opened and closed ancient books one by one, and his notes, insights, and cultivation techniques flashed through his mind.

what!

The young man held the jade slip tightly, his eyes filled with astonishment.

The Art of Entangling Gold Patterns!

The magic power manifested as patterns that spread in all directions, shattering mountains and rivers wherever it passed.

A few days ago, the old man used this spell to deflect the first sword light and avoid being killed on the spot.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep as he carefully examined the contents of the jade slip, looking at the various cultivation insights and techniques recorded within.

He had vaguely made a decision in his mind regarding the choice of the three levels of Qi Refining runes.

He placed the jade slip into the deepest part of his storage bag and continued to inventory the spiritual items.

Half an hour later, after confirming that nothing had been missed, he picked up the items on the ground, leaving only the demon corpse.

With a flick of his wrist, a bronze battle armor appeared.

In the blink of an eye, the battle armor took flight, hovering above the demon corpse.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his arms and cast a magic seal, causing water to appear and spin rapidly.

Subsequently, the crimson carapace detached from the demon's corpse, flowed into the water, and gradually disappeared, turning into crimson liquid.

Then, the armor fell into the water, and crimson liquid swarmed in, forming and shimmering patterns before finally disappearing.

In less than half an hour, the magic weapon was reforged, and the crimson armor floated in the air, emitting a faint halo.

Heavy and ancient!

He stepped forward, his palm stroking the nail plate, feeling the coldness from his fingertips.

The boy had made a basic judgment about the quality of the armor.

The finest low-grade magic artifacts, if infused with some spiritual materials, can be transformed into mid-grade magic artifacts.

However, there's no rush. For him, a low-grade magic weapon is enough; a mid-grade magic weapon wouldn't be able to unleash its full power.

"From now on, it will be called the Crimson Demon Armor!"

It is reasonable to call it that it was forged from demons.

With a flick of his sleeve, he sheathed his armor and gazed at the translucent white shrimp meat, sensing the abundant blood energy within.

"This should have been a time to enjoy myself, but you all have ruined my fun."

The boy turned to the side, casting his gaze towards the outside of the courtyard, his eyes cold.

Since the end of his cultivation, he had sensed countless auras outside the courtyard.

The noise, commotion, and angry shouts would have entered the courtyard long ago, disturbing the cultivation, had it not been for the array blocking them.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his arm and placed it on the hilt of his sword, the golden bell at his waist shimmering and swaying gently.

He strode out the door.

If there is no reasonable explanation today, then stay.

.....

Outside the courtyard, on the street.

The crowd was dense and the noise was deafening. If it weren't for the armored soldiers guarding the gate, the crowd would probably have already rushed into the courtyard.