Chapter 1 The Beginning

Amidst Zhang Yuanqing's loud cry, a terrifyingly potent and frigid aura surged from the Tianji Building, like a breath from the depths of hell, rapidly polluting the magnificent tower.

Being on the eighth floor, he bore the brunt of it. The rampaging yin energy slammed into him, and in an instant, he felt the Taiyin power within him turn chaotic and uncontrollable, just like when he was stared at by the Demon Eye Heavenly King's forehead eye.

His complexion began to pale, his eyes became bloodshot, his rational mind receded, and bloodthirsty brutality emerged. Like the disciples in the building, he was transforming into a Yin corpse due to the chaotic Taiyin power.

The next moment, the staunch and overbearing power of the Sun God burst forth, suppressing the yin energy and curbing the changes in his body.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly flew out of the Tianji Building, escaping into the air. He saw the entire Tianji Building shaking violently, like a building on the verge of collapse in an earthquake. All the candles in the building flickered, turning into ghostly green flames.

The originally brightly lit tower became a ghostly building in the night, emitting a ghastly light. The disciples in the building, whether awake or asleep, whether transcendent or saint, were all transformed into Yin creatures under the invasion of the frigid aura.

Their consciousness instantly vanished, and they emitted beast-like "hoarse" sounds from their throats. The rationality in their eyes faded, leaving only pure brutality and bloodlust.

"Fuck!" Zhang Yuanqing couldn't help but curse.

His conjecture was correct. The National Preceptor was refining Yin corpses, not trying to refine himself into a level nine Yin creature. Based on his experience just now, the National Preceptor was in a weak level nine state, surpassing level eight peak, but not truly advancing to level nine. This was because he failed to compete for dragon energy, and had no choice but to break through prematurely.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The sound of helicopter propellers came. Feng Nu (Bee Woman) Xiao Yuan, known for her speed, arrived first. Although she had already advanced to "Filthy Spirit," she was still used to traveling with her Gu body.

The advantage of the Gu body would not disappear because of advancement to the Ruler level. Then, a streak of fire arrived rapidly, exploding outside the Tianji Building. Duan Bangzhu (Gang Leader), with dark red hair and a burly figure, manifested.

He was covered in blood, with injuries that were neither light nor heavy. The Ruler-level Yin corpse that fought with him had already turned into charcoal in the scorching flames.

Finally, the Palace Mistress in a red dress arrived, gliding like a gliding celestial on a strip of silk.

The three Rulers stood side by side with Zhang Yuanqing, floating in mid-air, gazing at the Tianji Building. The entire tower seemed to have added terrifying special effects, emitting a ghostly green light, exuding an eerie and terrifying aura, like a building from the underworld appearing in the human world.

Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice, "As I expected, the National Preceptor has refined himself into a Yin creature, wanting to break into the Grandmaster realm. Although the plan has been ruined by me, he has still stepped into the Grandmaster realm with half a foot."

This was mainly for Duan Bangzhu. This Jianghu commoner might not understand the concept of weak level nine, but he would instantly understand the concept of half-step Grandmaster.

Duan Bangzhu was shocked, but what shocked him even more was the Emperor beside him. He sized him up, incredulous, and said, "What Wang Beiwan said was all true?"

Wang Beiwan had told him that His Majesty the Emperor had a talent comparable to a demon, and was therefore envied by the heavens. He was afraid that his shocking cultivation would be sealed, so he was disheartened, indulged in wine and women, and lived a decadent life.

Duan Bangzhu and Elder Xu did not believe it at all, thinking that this was Zhao Shunzhou's bewitching words. …

There were many similar things in history. Many heroes would fabricate some sensational legends for themselves before rising up to intimidate people, such as beheading a white snake, such as self-appointing themselves as heavenly masters, and so on.

Unexpectedly, what Zhao Shun said was true. The fact that he stepped into the Grandmaster realm was in front of him, and he could not help but believe it.

"A ruler does not joke." Zhang Yuanqing stood with his hands behind his back. "Since ancient times, emperors have been the sons of heaven, but only Zheng is a human king who is envied by heaven."

Bangzhu was greatly shocked, and then looked at Xiao Yuan and the Palace Mistress, uncertainly, "Are you two also human kings?"

Xiao Yuan and the Palace Mistress still had a sense of shame and did not answer.

At this moment, the four of them felt a chill in their hearts, feeling as if they were being watched by a terrifying creature. Their hairs stood on end and their backs felt cold.

Within the Tianji Building, where the ghostly fire flickered, a deep darkness suddenly surged out. In an instant, Zhang Yuanqing and the others were in complete darkness and silence.

They could not hear any sound, and even the stars in the sky had disappeared. Zhang Yuanqing had encountered a similar situation before, that was during the trip to the capital city, when he was pulled into a secret realm by Ling Tuo.

He did not hesitate to use the "Rising Sun" skill, condensing the power of the Sun God above his head, forming a miniature sun.

The golden light broke through the darkness, dispelling the secret realm, and returning the real world.

At the same time, he heard the Palace Mistress's urgent cry, "Your Majesty, be careful behind you."

A tall and burly black shadow manifested behind him, and claws with a dark luster stabbed towards his heart.

Zhang Yuanqing quickly opened his inventory and took out the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and the Purple Thunder Shield.

Because he didn't have time to wear the "Craftsman's Ring," after the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon transformed into a dragon form, it fell to the street below with a crash, making a deafening snore.

The Purple Thunder Shield faced the ghostly claw attack alone.

"Chi!"

Amidst the teeth-aching sound of metal twisting, the claws with a dark luster pierced the Thunder Shield and inserted into Zhang Yuanqing's chest and abdomen. Taking advantage of the moment of respite brought by the magic item, Zhang Yuanqing condensed a golden spear in his right hand and stabbed it into the chest of the tall black shadow.

At this time, he could see the true face of the tall black shadow.

This was a Yin creature wearing a Daoist robe, with white hair like dead grass scattered on the top of its head, and a Mo Yu (black jade) Pixiu趴(lying prone) on its head.

Its skin was dark black and keratinized, its two eyes were emerald green, its pale fangs protruded from its lips, and a viscous, fog-like Yin Qi permeated its body.

The spear pierced into the opponent's chest like a red-hot iron immersed in molten iron, making a "chi chi" explosion, and bursts of illusory black smoke rose.

And at Zhang Yuanqing's chest, ice and frost condensed, and Yin Qi invaded his body, freezing his vitality.

"Zhao Shun, you ruined my great event, forcing me to leave seclusion early, and there is no hope of advancing to the Grandmaster realm. Today, use your life and the lives of the creatures in the city to atone for your sins." The National Preceptor spoke in human words, his voice no longer ethereal and majestic, but with a hoarse sound of phlegm stuck in his throat.

"Roar!"

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon was finally awakened by its master, rushed into the sky, its neck bulged, and it spewed out pure Yang flames towards the two of them. The Mo Yu Pixiu on top of the National Preceptor's head opened its mouth.

The cyclone rolled, and the staunch and overbearing Yang flames were instantly sucked into the Pixiu's mouth. A dark golden light lit up in the abdomen of the Mo Yu Pixiu, as if it was about to expand, and was instantly refined into nothingness.

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon's eyes bulged out, as if it was shocked.

"Bang!"

Zhang Yuanqing kicked the National Preceptor in the chest, kicking away the claws that were stuck in his chest. …

Then, he switched to the mount mode, riding the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and fleeing towards the outside of the city, shouting, "Follow me."

Xiao Yuan, the Palace Mistress, and Duan Bangzhu understood and chased after him towards the outside of the city.

The battlefield of the Ruler level cannot be in the inner city, as it will involve too many ordinary people.

The battle has just begun, and both sides have not yet exerted all their strength. Once they are in a frenzy, they will not care about the people in the city.

Although most of the souls in the dungeon will be refreshed, what will happen to the next task if the capital is destroyed now?

The National Preceptor stood in mid-air, motionless, his voice hoarse and terrifying, "Zhao Shun, if you dare to escape, I will turn the capital into a ghost town."

Zhang Yuanqing "spit" and took out the Moon, his natal magic item, and said loudly: "Old thief, I have a treasure that can help you advance to the Grandmaster realm, come and get it if you have the ability."

The National Preceptor's ghostly green eyes shrank, revealing a look of greed, and a desire from his instinct for the treasure in Zhao Shun's hand arose. No Yin creature could reject the Moon, the natal magic item of Taiyin origin.

He turned into a cloud of black smoke, seemingly slow but actually fast, chasing after him. The two chased after each other, and soon arrived outside the city. All the way south, until the outline of the city wall was left at the end of the horizon, Zhang Yuanqing stopped, turned his head and looked, and found that the National Preceptor was gone.

He opened the inventory, summoned the Swift Wind Gloves, and felt the surrounding airflow. Although Night Wanderer (夜游) could cover up aura and movement, it could not make the body disappear.

However, Zhang Yuanqing did not find the National Preceptor from the feedback of the airflow.

A secret more advanced than Night Wanderer?

A two-meter-tall Yin creature manifested, less than ten meters away from Zhang Yuanqing.

Dense Yin Qi took the opportunity to surge in, trying to wrap him in.

In the distance, the Palace Mistress's skirt fluttered, and thousands of silk ribbons sprang out, reaching out to the National Preceptor like claws and fangs. On the other side, Xiao Yuan wiped her hands in the void, conjuring a virtual magic table, with bright red candles, talisman paper, straw dolls, silver needles, copper coins, incense ash and other things. She picked up the straw doll and chanted words.

The straw doll's face twisted, turning into a Yin creature with dark skin and withered white hair, which was actually a National Preceptor figurine.

She picked up incense ash with her little finger and smeared it on the straw doll's face. A viscous black liquid, full of filth and evil, flowed out of the National Preceptor's head in the distance.

His whole person was like a faulty machine stuck there. The red thread took the opportunity to wrap around him, tightly tying him into a rice dumpling.

Duan Bangzhu ran wildly in the air, his whole body burning with flames, comparable to a falling meteor. He quickly approached the National Preceptor, and a fiery long blade condensed from his right palm with a "chi" sound.

Duan Bangzhu jumped up, rotating his body, driving the long blade and slashing fiercely at the Yin creature's head.

The Pixiu on the National Preceptor's head swelled up again, opening its dark mouth.

The flame blade in Duan Bangzhu's hand instantly collapsed into red streamers, sucked into the Pixiu's mouth, and the filthy spiritual power poured on the National Preceptor was also taken away.

The National Preceptor shook his arms, and the red thread broke apart inch by inch. He swept his dark claws towards the sky, and Duan Bangzhu's right arm was broken at the shoulder.

He endured the pain and fought back. With a roar, the God of Fire flew out, his chest sunken and his abdomen cut open by the sharp claws, his intestines hanging down.

The Fire Master, who was good at close combat, was instantly defeated.

At this time, the broken red thread seemed to have gone back in time, returning to its original state. Without attacking the National Preceptor, it wrapped around Duan Bangzhu's broken arm like a tentacle. A flash of red light, and Duan Bangzhu suddenly felt a sense with his broken arm, as if that arm was still growing on his body. …

The Fate Master's rebirth skill allows tangible things to regain life once.

Duan Bangzhu's eyes sharpened, and he detonated that arm!

The explosion was deafening, and the expanding flames devoured the National Preceptor.

The Pixiu's abdomen swelled up again, opening its mouth and devouring the expanding flames. Seeing this scene, let alone Duan Bangzhu, Zhang Yuanqing and the three of them felt a sense of discouragement.

The micro sun rose again, creating a field that repelled all spiritual power, preventing the National Preceptor from sneaking in an attack.

Zhang Yuanqing returned to his teammates, and said in a deep voice, "First solve the Pixiu on his head, otherwise we can't beat him."

Although he still had a bunch of magic item sets that he hadn't used, the magic items could only play a limited role without dealing with the Pixiu.

The Palace Mistress took out the Demon Refining Pot, stroking the body of the pot, and poured concentrated life source liquid to heal Duan Bangzhu's injuries.

Duan Bangzhu said in a deep voice, "That Pixiu is a magic item, it has the ability to refine, and can easily refine any spiritual power."

Zhang Yuanqing ignored the Palace Mistress, and said in a low voice, "Earth Monster profession, Ruler-level skill, also called Decomposition."

No wonder the Earth Monster profession is so difficult to deal with.

Zhang Yuanqing hurriedly asked, "How do you deal with it?"

He knew a lot of Ruler-level Earth Monsters, but he had never fought them.

While speaking, the National Preceptor, surging with Yin Qi, rushed over again. With his half-step Grandmaster realm, even if he didn't use Night Raid, he could still fight these Grandmaster-level enemies.

The four fled quickly, and the Palace Mistress said quickly, "Snatch it."

"Don't joke." Zhang Yuanqing immediately rejected.

The National Preceptor was already a weak level nine, and he also had a Pixiu that could devour spiritual power. Even Duan Bangzhu couldn't withstand the opponent's three moves, so how could he snatch it!

Besides, the Pixiu was obviously a magic item with intelligence, not a dead object, so it was not easy to snatch.

"Otherwise, what else can we do?" The Palace Mistress said angrily, "I'm not a scholar. If Xiahou Aotian was here, he might be able to think of a way to restrain it."

Zhang Yuanqing's heart moved, and he suddenly had an idea. He quickly opened the gang warehouse and took out a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

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