This Dao Ancestor is too young.

Huang Jiu stood with her hands behind her back and chuckled softly:

"No need to think too much, everyone has made great contributions, and the Divine Arrest Bureau will certainly not treat you unfairly."

Her graceful figure turned slightly, first glancing at the flickering flames in various places, then fixing her gaze on the city lord's mansion:

"We should return to our base and mobilize the head constables to stabilize the situation."

She paused, then asked the purple-clad youth as if casually:

"Fellow Daoist, will you be traveling with us to the encampment, or...?"

"Now that I've finished my errands, I'm heading back to Guanglan Street. If you need anything, feel free to contact me anytime."

Zhang Yuanzhu slung the magic sword in his hand over his waist.

He had no intention of going to the city lord's mansion. The woman in front of him had reached some kind of agreement with the city lord, and they were currently at peace, but the city lord's mansion was undoubtedly an unsafe place.

Upon hearing this, a hint of regret flashed in the woman's eyes:

"good!"

He said no more after that.

Then, he led a group of silver-armored cultivators toward the center of the city.

After seeing the other person walk away, Zhang Yuanzhu turned around and strode forward.

He walked slowly, his arm casually resting on the hilt of his sword, recalling the events of the day.

On the streets, figures moved about, their expressions filled with unease and trepidation, occasionally glancing up at the center of the city.

The commotion tonight was enormous: the towering flames, the deafening roar, and the rainbow streaking across the sky all made the people in the city uneasy.

Ignoring the expressions of the crowd, the boy walked into Guanglan Street and arrived at his own courtyard.

He stretched out his palm, intending to dispel the formation and enter the courtyard.

Suddenly, he paused slightly and looked towards the street corner.

slap~

A hunched figure emerged, draped in a black robe and wearing a bamboo hat.

The moment it appeared, the chilling whisper reached the boy's ears.

"You lackey of the Divine Arrest Bureau, I've been waiting for you."

As his words drifted away, streaks of blood-red light burst forth from his body, gathering and shifting like long, ferocious snakes.

His straw hat was shattered, revealing a wrinkled face with scarlet hair and beard.

The old man took a step forward...

Boom!

The entire street trembled as an old hand, reaching across the sky, struck downwards.

Decisive and ruthless!

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, looking at the face that was seventy percent similar to the second protector of the Bailong Society. He grinned, already understanding what was going on.

"You remnants of the Dragon Worship Society, you rats in the gutter, how dare you show yourselves again?"

As soon as he finished speaking, streaks of azure light rose from his body, burning like raging flames, and every wisp of magical power stirred up ripples.

These blue lines spread out, causing the air to roar, streets to crumble, and even houses to collapse wherever they passed.

This is the technique of entangling gold patterns!

The azure ripples collided with the aged palm in an instant.

bang~

As the ripples shattered, more patterns were created, blocking the old man's path and preventing his palm from pressing down.

The old man roared to the sky, his body writhing with blood-red snakes as he charged forward.

Yet it still couldn't break through those layers of ripples.

"I am at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and my magic power has been transformed into liquid. How could I be no match for this junior?"

The old man could not believe it.

Zhang Yuanzhu naturally had no intention of responding. He leaned slightly forward, raised one arm, and the Golden Spirit Gauntlets appeared, covering his palm and wrapping around his arm.

With fingers spread wide, the sword technique changes seven times in an instant, each change representing the pinnacle of a particular sword technique.

Tiger, swallow, eagle, black dog, ape... seven wild beasts leaped from the radiance, encircling his arm, roaring and howling, thrusting their fists forward...

forward!

In an instant, unparalleled fist light burst forth, shattering the blood-red serpent and engulfing the enemy.

A hunched figure staggered backward, splattering blood that was then evaporated by the light of the fist.

"Zhang Bairen!"

The old man roared, filled with despair and resentment.

He was the chief protector of the Dragon Worship Society, but he was unable to avenge his younger brother.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, strode forward, raised his arm, and threw a punch.

All magical artifacts and magical auras were torn apart.

He took six steps and threw six punches in a row.

A mangled corpse lay sprawled on the ground, lifeless.

The boy shook off the blood on the back of his fist and looked down:

"To survive six of my punches is acceptable!"

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his sleeves, gathered up the debris on the ground, and walked towards his own courtyard.

At the same time, spirit stones floated out from his bosom and landed in the ruins on both sides of the street.

"Today's attack by our enemies has disturbed all of you neighbors. We will surely come to your door to express our gratitude another day."

"Please accept this small compensation for now."

As for the shattered streets, the Divine Constable will come to clean up the mess.

In a few steps, Zhang Yuanzhu had already entered the courtyard, stood beside the artificial hill, and waved his sleeves.

The remains of an old man and the head of a black tiger appeared on the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze and observed carefully.

These two corpses, along with the blood wolf's carcass, constitute the spoils of this trip.

He lightly stomped his foot, and a stream of water was generated, covering the old man's remains and scavenging every inch of the corpse.

Soon, a storage bag inlaid with golden threads floated out and hovered in front of me.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, gently grasped the storage bag, turned the opening down, and gave it a light shake.

Whoosh!

Spirit stones and various other objects fell, making a sound.

what!

Zhang Yuanzhu was surprised and made a gesture with his palm.

A dark scale landed in his palm. The scale was long, thick, and exuded an air of majesty.

With fingertips slightly bent, tap gently.

clang clang ~

Amidst the clanging of metal, a hint of joy flashed in the boy's eyes.

Good spiritual materials, enough to forge magical artifacts.

However, with the old man's cultivation level at the fourth stage of Qi Refining, he clearly lacked the strength to obtain such a treasure...

"Two snake demons?"

Zhang Yuanzhu deduced in his heart that, in any case, this scale was now his.

With a flick of his wrist, he collected the dark scales.

After searching the ground to make sure nothing was missed, he put the spirit stones away.

Then, he took out the jade bottle, collected the black tiger's essence blood, peeled off the animal skin and bones, and stored them away one by one.

After everything was completed, the boy sat cross-legged, leaning against the artificial hill, relaxing his body, his eyes filled with thought.

Apart from the City Lord's Mansion, all the forces that colluded with the Twin Dragon Palace in Linhai City have been destroyed. Given this situation, the City Lord's Mansion has no choice but to prohibit the Dragon Sacrifice as well.

After all, no matter how big-hearted those two snake demons from the Twin Dragon Palace were, they wouldn't trust the city lord's mansion, which was now the only one standing.

Now it all depends on how Chief Constable Huang performs.

And he can take advantage of this rare free time to cultivate with all his might and strengthen himself.

After some thought, Zhang Yuanzhu understood the current situation. He was powerless to change anything; it was up to the powerful figures to decide.

Immediately, he raised his arms, formed ancient hand seals, and drew in the moonlight to temper his flesh and blood.

When night fell, he took out the jade slip containing the "Blood Deer Sword Technique" from his bosom and began to read it.

Body tempering, swordsmanship, magic, and cultivation—Zhang Yuanzhu was completely immersed in cultivation.

......

Outside Linhai City, the river flows downstream.

A deep blue palace stands underwater, with fish and shrimp swimming around it, adorned with seashells and pearls, exquisite and magnificent.

Deep within the palace, on a platform thirty-six stories high, a black python coiled up, its head protruding, its vertical pupils coldly gazing at the small figure kneeling below.

It was a figure wearing a dragon-face mask, bowing respectfully with his head touching the ground.