This Dao Ancestor is too young.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood amidst the ruins, watching wave after wave of armored soldiers dodging him and charging towards the group of cultivators.

He did not make another move, but instead lowered his gaze to the azure ancient mirror in his palm.

The frame is sky blue, as if it were made of scales, and the mirror is bright and engraved with dragon patterns.

Magnificent and majestic!

This is a mid-grade ritual artifact, even more precious than the Thick Earth Altar.

With a flick of his wrist, he put the ancient mirror into his robes, looked at the kneeling corpse, and with a flick of his sleeve, the blood and the corpse disappeared completely.

Then he began to examine himself.

The Crimson Demon Armor shattered and was almost completely destroyed. A slash mark ran down from his right shoulder, nearly ripping open his chest. His mana in his dantian was depleted.

It can be said that he was exhausted after fighting to this point!

Fortunately, he won in the end!

The boy walked to the side, leaned against the broken wall, and used the "Nine Netherworld Scripture" to absorb spiritual energy and refine the remaining medicinal power in his body, quickly restoring himself.

At the same time, a burly man clad in heavy armor approached from a short distance and stopped ten paces away, his face solemn:

"To defeat a fourth-level Qi Refining cultivator from the second level with such formidable combat power and talent is beyond what Miss and I expected."

He paused, his expression growing increasingly grave:

"Would you be willing to join the Divine Constable Sect? In the future, you might very well become a Divine Constable and reign supreme in your region."

The burly man extended an invitation, his admiration for the young man's exceptional talent compelled him to take notice.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu shook his head and chuckled softly:

"The mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the scenery is breathtaking. How can I be confined to a corner? I should roam the world with my sword and see all living beings."

The boy refused, his body relaxing as he leaned against the broken wall, a hint of languor from the aftermath of battle in his expression.

"Sir, have you achieved the desired result?"

The opponent remained standing at the back without making a move, clearly wary of something.

Upon hearing this, the heavily armored man felt even more regretful, for the person before him was no brute.

"Barely satisfactory!"

"Neither the Dragon Worship Society's leader nor its chief protector showed up, clearly indicating they had left beforehand. However, the Dragon Worship Society was ultimately wiped out, which is enough to shock those opportunists."

Zhang Yuanzhu nodded slightly and said no more.

He closed his eyes and focused on restoring his health.

Time passed, and dawn broke.

The conflict between the Divine Arrest Bureau and the Dragon Worship Society is also nearing its end.

The armored soldiers chased and killed the Dragon Worshipers, and even the heavily armored men began to take action, breaking through key locations one after another.

As the sounds of clashing weapons subsided, cheers gradually rose.

As the first rays of dawn pierced through the clouds, they shone down and fell upon the boy.

Zhang Yuanzhu slowly opened his eyes, and the azure magic power in his dantian was fully restored, even surpassing its former glory.

Deep within the soul, the ancient Bodhi tree sways gently, and amidst the intertwining and flowing divine light, characters emerge.

Realm: Qi Refining Level 2 (100/100)

Through a life-or-death battle, he completely refined the medicinal power of the White Spring Pill within his body, allowing his cultivation to advance further.

He has reached the end of the second level of Qi Refining and can step into the next level at any time.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced at the armored soldiers gradually gathering around him, raised his head, looked at the sun, and smiled.

Last night's battle was already spectacular enough, so let's make it even more amazing.

Only in this way can we obtain more preferential treatment!

"The moment to break through is here!"

Boom!

The sound of surging waves rang out, and in an instant, all the armored soldiers who had gathered stopped in their tracks, staring in horror at the figure standing with a sword at his side.

Sensing the rapid changes in the boy's aura.

"What...what is he doing?"

"My blood and energy are surging, my magical power is surging—this is a breakthrough!"

"After such a fierce battle, how could I dare to do this? Shouldn't I be in seclusion to recuperate, make thorough preparations, find a quiet place, and then seek a breakthrough?"

The soldiers were shocked and dared not advance.

The boy's breakthrough has just begun.

Within the dantian, clouds of azure magical power surged and spread to every inch of the dantian.

Within his body, his blood and qi surged, and his internal organs, muscles, and bones shimmered with a silvery sheen.

His momentum continued...

rising!

rising!!

It's climbing even higher!!!

It seemed there was no limit, until the sound of shackles breaking rang in my ears.

Click~

The magical power within his dantian increased rapidly.

Flesh, blood, muscles, and bones began to transform, constantly strengthening and leaping towards a higher level.

This is a comprehensive improvement in essence, energy, and spirit.

The boy's body emitted streaks of azure light, like the rising sun, dazzling and bright.

It is unknown how much time passed before the transformation was finally complete.

Qi Refining Stage 3, Success!

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly gripped the sword hilt, feeling the surge of power within his body, and smiled with delight.

The so-called first level of Qi Refining is nothing more than that in his eyes, and it cannot stop him from climbing the Great Dao.

"Congratulations, young friend, on successfully passing the challenge!"

A heavily armored man approached from a distance, cupped his hands in congratulations, and spoke in a gentle voice.

With a flick of his wrist, the blood-stained storage bag was tossed out:

"This is the spoils of the annihilation of the Dragon Worship Society, and you should naturally have a share, young friend."

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his eyes, staring at the storage bag floating in front of him. Without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed it.

This is what they deserve.

It should be noted that the strongest fighter from the Bailong Society in this battle was that fourth-level Qi Refining Guardian, whom he personally killed.

He hung the storage bag at his waist before slowly speaking:

"I only managed to pass the level by luck; compared to you, I am still far behind."

Although he still couldn't clearly sense the man's exact cultivation level, he could vaguely perceive the aura naturally emanating from him.

Overbearing and inhuman!

Upon hearing this, the heavily armored man smiled and shook his head.

He achieved this at over seventy years old; if he were the same age, a younger person would likely have been far more outstanding.

"There's no such thing as luck in spiritual progress; you're too modest, young friend."

The heavily armored man waved his hand:

"Now that the Dragon Worship Society has been wiped out, we should return to report. Would you like to come along, young friend?"

"A breakthrough in cultivation requires seclusion to consolidate one's progress. You should all return now."

The boy lightly tapped the sword hilt with his fingertips, refusing the burly man's offer.

After a brief exchange, the heavily armored man left behind several armored soldiers to clear the ruins before leading the remaining cultivators away.

Zhang Yuanzhu, carrying his magic sword, headed towards Guanglan Street.

At this moment, the streets were sparsely populated, and the vendors had just set up their stalls and displayed various items.

But the boy's blood-stained armor was extremely conspicuous, drawing the attention of all living beings.

Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, and with a thought, wisps of mist formed, blurring his vision and concealing his figure as he swiftly departed.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he had already returned to the courtyard.

Sit cross-legged and exhale a breath of stale air.

The night of fighting and breaking through to a higher realm was still quite mentally taxing for him.

Next, we will take stock of what we have gained from this battle and plan our future cultivation path.

His hand landed, and he picked up the blood-stained storage bag from his waist.

With the bag facing down, a gentle shake sent several jade slips to the ground, making a crisp clinking sound.

"Scripture? Magic?"

With curiosity in his eyes, Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand, and a jade slip floated up and landed in his palm.

Then, he raised his palm and placed the jade slip between his eyebrows.

The Art of Rainmaking!