This Dao Ancestor is too young.

"Dragon Head, is this what you meant by the inevitable arrival of the Divine Arrest Bureau?"

"You made my sister and me wait half the night for nothing!"

The sound was sharp, like metal scraping together.

The black python's vertical pupils grew increasingly cold, and it spoke in human language:

"Don't leave today unless you provide a reasonable explanation."

The dragon head of the worshipping dragon was raised, its eyes behind the mask filled with sincerity, and it clasped its hands in a second bow:

"My lord, everyone has been deceived by Huang Jiu. She did not attack the Twin Dragon Palace, but instead destroyed all the forces that supported the Dragon Sacrifice."

"He is cunning and treacherous. If we do not kill him quickly, the Dragon Sacrifice will surely fail in a month."

The black serpent's vertical pupils were chilling; its body slowly unfurled, reaching a length of over a hundred meters.

"If this is your last wish, then you can die now."

The long snake moved forward, its large and small heads resembling those on the door, approaching the dragon head of the Dragon Worship Ceremony, a chilling killing intent filling the hall.

The dragon's eyes remained sincere, and he adopted a posture of resignation, awaiting his fate, and spoke:

"My lord, although the Dragon Worship Society has been destroyed, it has been established for many years and has deep roots in the city. We can still obtain some intelligence."

"I still have value."

The long, black serpent stopped, its mouth resting on the top of the dragon's head, its scarlet vertical pupils lowered.

"Heh~, you humans are truly cunning. No wonder you were able to banish us to the demon realm."

"Go gather intelligence on the city now. I need to know everything that happened tonight."

"Yes, sir!"

The dragon clasped its hands in a fist salute, stood up, and slowly retreated, quickly disappearing into the palace.

At this moment, the black serpent climbed back onto the platform and opened its mouth to one side:

"Sister, what do you think about this?"

As the words drifted by, a small white snake emerged from the corner, leisurely ascended the high platform, and climbed onto the head of the black snake.

A clear, crisp female voice then rang out:

"The Dragon Sacrifice must be performed; it concerns our path to enlightenment."

"Sister, don't worry, I know about this. I've survived ninety years, how could I give up now that this is the last time?"

The black serpent hissed, causing the entire palace to tremble, and wisps of cold, demonic energy bloomed, permeating the hall and its interior.

"All living beings that obstruct the ritual are our mortal enemies."

A small white snake coiled atop the black snake's head, its head nodding slightly, its pupils indifferent.

"We will stop at nothing to force the entire city of Linhai to perform the Dragon Sacrifice."

......

More than a month has passed since the Black Tiger Society, the Wang Family, the Sanyuan Martial Arts Academy, the Blood Wolf Gang, and other forces were destroyed in Linhai City.

After a brief period of chaos, the situation calmed down under the suppression of the Divine Arresting Gate.

As time went by, the city became more peaceful and prosperous.

As night fell, a light drizzle began to fall.

In the courtyard of Guanglan Street, a young man dressed in a purple robe stood under the eaves, his body radiating a shimmering white light.

Like the moon, gentle, warm, and clear.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his palm, feeling the coolness of the rain falling on his palm and sensing the changes within his body.

Blood, bones, and even internal organs all shimmered with a silvery sheen, swirling with a faint silver glow.

Powerful forces erupted from his flesh and blood.

For a month, I have been constantly drawing in the moonlight to temper my flesh and blood, but now I can't go any further. The moonlight is completely useless to my physical body.

He felt that he could kill a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator with his physical body alone.

Of course, the greatest advantage is that as his body strengthens, he is confident that he can withstand the pressure of the third magical rune on his physical body.

In addition, his swordsmanship has also greatly improved.

The young man not only incorporated the Blood Deer Sword Technique into his own skills, but also mastered the Wild Boar Sword Technique, which he also obtained from the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce. Before long, he will be able to completely make it his own skill.

In this way, he mastered nine beast-type sword techniques in his planned path of swordsmanship.

As for his own cultivation, with the help of the pills, he also made several steps forward.

Realm: Qi Refining Level 3 (92/100)

It has only been a month and a half since he broke through to the third level of Qi Refining, and he has already reached this level of cultivation. In a maximum of four days, he will be able to step into a new realm.

Such a speed of cultivation is far beyond the reach of even the most gifted geniuses.

After all, for Zhang Yuanzhu, using his supernatural powers to possess high-level cultivators allowed him to understand the feelings and techniques of many high-level Qi Refining beings.

They fully believed that he was a Qi Refining Stage 10 cultivator who was starting his cultivation anew.

The so-called pass or barrier has never been a problem.

However, before breaking through to a higher realm, one must first condense spell runes.

With a thought, a ray of celestial light rose from his palm, burning like a flame, spreading outwards in thin ripples.

Zhang Yuanzhu lightly clenched his fists, and ripples covered his fingers, intertwining and weaving together to form a gauntlet.

If the two protectors of the Dragon Worship Society were to see such a magical application, they would surely be so ashamed that they would want to disappear.

The Golden Silk Inlay Technique seemed to possess a soul in the boy's palm.

slap~

When the five fingers are clenched together, the azure-colored flame dissipates, and the ripples disappear.

"Still one step short!"

Zhang Yuanzhu whispered.

For the past month, I've focused most of my energy on body refinement. Even though I can keep trying and making mistakes in the supernatural space, my magical practice is still a little lacking.

However, for him, this slight change would only take a few days, or even less.

His hand fell and rested on the hilt of the sword.

In an instant, thin ripples covered the hilt of the sword, spread across the blade, and twisted continuously.

He was able to multitask, practicing magic while handling various miscellaneous matters.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked leisurely forward, stepping into the rain, and heading towards the outside of the courtyard.

After a period of quiet contemplation, he decided to take a walk around the city, buy some cultivation items, and inquire about the situation in Linhai City during this time.

Crunch!

The boy pushed open the gate, walked down the steps, and headed towards a more bustling area.

Ta-ta-ta~

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed through the street.

"Guest, several fairies have recently visited Yingchun Pavilion. Would you be willing to discuss the Dao with them?"

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the middle-aged beauty soliciting customers and the vermilion pavilion behind her, listening to the laughter and chatter inside, and shook his head.

"My heart is devoted to the Great Way, and nothing else matters."

Pass the woman and continue forward.

Numerous stalls were neatly arranged on both sides of the street, and soldiers wearing straw hats patrolled in the rain to maintain order.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked forward, glancing at the stalls out of the corner of his eye, but his pace remained unchanged.

Their figures gradually disappeared into the street where Yingchun Pavilion was located.

.....

On the top floor of Yingchun Hall, a middle-aged woman, who was entertaining the young man, looked at the figure at the head of the table with exceptionally respectful posture.

"That young man said that his heart was set on the Great Dao, and he had no other thoughts."

A graceful figure leans against a wooden chair, her expression languid:

"Yeah?"

"He's always like this. He says he's seeking the Tao, but actually he wants everything—the Great Tao and all beautiful things."

A slender, jade-like hand extended, and a wisp of purple mist formed, settling between the woman's brows.

"Go down!"

"Thank you, Lord, for your grace!!"

The woman respectfully withdrew.

A look of confusion crossed his eyes as he left the room.

What she was doing just now, and who she was talking to, has become a blur in her memory over the past few days.

He stumbled downstairs and disappeared around the corner of the stairs.

Inside the room, the beautiful woman rested her chin on one hand, gazing in the direction the boy had left, her red lips curving into a smile.

"Zhang Bairen, I still prefer your original name."

As the fog dissipated, her beautiful figure was revealed.

She was a young girl, not very old, with a curvaceous figure, long black hair that fell to her waist, a bright white forehead with a wise glow, and lively eyes. She was beautiful beyond the ordinary.