This Dao Ancestor is too young.

The cultivators remained silent, each with a different expression.

At that moment, a rainbow descended from the sky, revealing a beautiful figure clad in golden armor.

Huang Jiu's expression darkened. Her gaze swept over the crowd, finally settling on the purple-clad youth. Her red lips parted slightly:

"The snake demons are hiding in the waters, and I cannot find them by myself. Even if I do find them, I cannot fight against two snake demons at the peak of Qi Refining."

She paused, a hint of expectation appearing deep in her eyes as she looked at the boy, and whispered:

"Fellow Daoist, what should we do now?"

"Summon the cultivators in the city to treat the people who are still alive, and open the city gates wide to provide shelter for the disaster victims."

Zhang Yuanzhu, sword at his side, stepped forward and stopped in front of the woman. He leaned slightly forward and spoke in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Immediately inform the Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Divine Arrest Bureau and have him come here to crush the snake demon."

Upon hearing this, the woman's eyes dimmed further, and she transmitted her voice:

"I understand. Fellow Daoist is right. We should immediately treat the disaster victims."

He turned around, his expression becoming serious:

"All major forces within the city should immediately summon their cultivators to leave the city for disaster relief and distribute supplies."

"good!"

"Yes, ma'am!!"

The cultivators had different expressions, their eyes filled with inexplicable emotions as they looked at the woman, but they all agreed and left one by one.

For a moment, only Huang Jiu and Zhang Yuanzhu remained at the city gate.

"Fellow Daoist, you should go back too. Leave the rest to me."

The woman's solemn expression transformed into a bright smile. She waved to the young man and then stepped into the city.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood with his sword at his side, gazing at the mess and mud in the distance, his expression complex.

This is the land of the human race, and this is only the territory of a side sect. One death means the loss of more than 100,000 lives. In the Demon Mountain and within the Demon Land, how tragic it must be.

He raised his head, gazing at the thick, dark clouds, as if talking to himself, or perhaps asking a question:

"What exactly do you want to do? We've already gone through it once, and everything should be perfect."

Why?

The Great Way is silent, the Dao Ancestor is speechless, and all is calm.

After a long, long time, the young man in purple whispered:

"Once I attain enlightenment, I will explain everything to you!"

His words were gentle, yet undeniably firm.

They strode forward, venturing into the muddy swamps, collecting the remains of the dead, rescuing the disaster victims, and treating those who had not yet died.

As the night passed, the boy traversed dozens of miles of waterways, where graves were erected and disaster victims and monks were brought into the city.

Until dawn, when the sky began to brighten.

The boy had just finished his treatment and stood in a cave outside the city, dressed in a purple robe.

He stood at the cave entrance, watching the increasingly heavy rain.

Call ~

He exhaled a breath of stale air and sat down cross-legged.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his gaze, looking at the sword sheath covered with blue ripples. He was multitasking and comprehending the spell, and his performance was even more outstanding than he had expected.

It probably won't be long before the third spell rune is formed.

Moreover, he is about to complete the third level of Qi Refining.

His strength is about to increase, allowing him to deal with future changes more calmly.

After all, Huang Jiu's expression changed when she talked to him last night, which clearly indicated that something was wrong, and the support might not go too smoothly.

He shook his head, banishing his distracting thoughts.

Zhang Yuanzhu took out the White Spring Pill from his bosom, tilted his head back and swallowed it, then formed an ancient hand seal, circulating his magic power to refine the medicinal properties.

At the same time, the sky-blue ripples on the scabbard became increasingly dense and dazzling.

With one mind focused on two things at once and all dedicated to cultivation, time flew by.

A day has passed!

Two days have passed!!

Boom~

The cave trembled, the mountains swayed, and ripples of azure light flowed from the cave, brushing over the jungle and rocks.

Wherever it passed, rocks crumbled and trees turned to sawdust.

Zhang Yuanzhu stared at the outstretched palm, his mind filled with the mysterious and profound techniques of the Entangling Golden Pattern Technique.

"Now is the time to condense magical runes!"

The boy closed his eyes and focused his inner gaze into the depths of his dantian.

The azure-colored magical power transformed into clouds and mist, permeating every inch of the dantian, where two golden magical runes intertwined and moved.

With a thought, magical power surged violently, and various insights about magic welled up in his mind.

hum~

The magic power trembled slightly, and a mysterious aura emerged.

The next moment, blurry patterns appeared, illusory and unreal.

This blurry pattern pulsed with the surging magical power, becoming more real and clearer with each leap.

I don't know how much time has passed, whether it was a moment or eternity.

thump~

Like a beating heart, or the sound of war drums, the blurred patterns became fully revealed, transforming into golden magical runes.

The magical patterns are mysterious, and the aura they exude is profound.

At this moment, an immense sense of oppression filled every inch of his body.

The muscles, bones, and internal organs trembled slightly, shimmering with a silvery sheen, yet there was no tearing or bleeding.

The magical runes have been successfully condensed!

Zhang Yuanzhu suddenly opened his eyes, and the Entangling Golden Pattern Technique became instinctive, allowing him to use it at the slightest thought.

"Just as I predicted, the Moonlight Body Refinement is sufficient to withstand the third spell rune, but this is already its limit."

The boy whispered in his heart.

With the magical runes successfully condensed, the next step is to break through to a higher realm.

"One more day should be enough."

He looked up towards Linhai City, where the rain was pouring down and the mist was thick, blurring his vision.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were deep and unfathomable; he had already prepared for the worst.

Right is right, and wrong is always wrong!

......

Linhai City, since the dike was breached two days ago, has been surrounded by water on all sides.

Disease and plague ravaged the city, thieves rose up everywhere, rumors swirled, and various forces frequently gathered, creating an undercurrent of conflict.

However, the Divine Arrest Bureau and the City Lord's Mansion did nothing.

A scene reminiscent of an impending storm.

Deep within the city lord's mansion, on the rooftop of a courtyard, stood a woman clad in golden armor, her hands clasped behind her back. Rain soaked her armor and drenched her dark hair, her expression filled with confusion.

Was I wrong?

"The Dragon Sacrifice should not be banned, the five forces should not be annihilated. Everything should remain as normal, and nothing will happen."

The woman murmured.

The heavily armored man, kneeling on one knee in the courtyard, slowly raised his head, revealing his scarred face.

Before the burly man could even offer any words of comfort, Huang Jiu spoke again:

"You will not suffer serious injuries, and several fellow cultivators within the Divine Arresting Sect will not perish."

Just then, a dense sound of footsteps rang out from outside the city lord's mansion.

A stream of figures surged into the city lord's mansion, heading towards the woman.

A dense crowd, braving the rain, walked on, countless in number, their eyes fixed on the graceful figure on the rooftop.

bang bang bang~

One after another, figures knelt on the ground—cultivators, ordinary people, and elders from prominent families—without uttering a word, only the sound of rain creating a deathly silence.

At this moment, Huang Jiu remained silent.

She gazed at the endless figures, looked at the city lord's mansion where people were freely entering and leaving, and looked at her silent colleagues and subordinates.

The woman smiled, her red lips slightly parted:

"Do not worry, everyone. This matter arose because of me, and it will naturally end because of me!"

......

The next day, early morning.

Thick dark clouds gathered, heavy rain fell, and the river surged.

Outside the city gate of Linhai, the open space was flat, and figures stood everywhere, densely packed, covering every inch of the land.

Some of them looked ashamed, some were joyful, and some had cold expressions.

Then, a graceful figure in a red dress walked slowly through the city.