Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Within this period, there were three fierce battles in total.

The first battle was not won by Abbess Shuiyue.

In the second battle, Yi Chen didn't lose.

In the third battle, Shui Lingyue sought a truce, but he didn't agree.

An hour and a half later, Shui Lingyue obediently fixed Yi Chen's clothes for him.

"Husband, take care of yourself."

"Rest easy, Ling Yue, remember what I told you before," Yi Chen said, embracing Shui Lingyue's fair shoulders for one last farewell.

After stuffing Miao Zi into the beast pouch, he skimmed off toward the direction of the Blood Killing Tower's fortress until Jiangnan Circuit disappeared from his sight. Only then did he stop and cast a fleeting glance behind him before speeding away at an even faster pace.

The higher the level of the cultivator, the more they valued their intuition, a hard-earned spiritual sense developed over many years as a warning for the future.

Having reached Yi Chen's level, he naturally did the same.

According to Yi Chen's theories from his previous life, every living being was constantly emitting pheromones, carrying information that spread in all directions,

and the human body was a wondrous supercomputer of chaos. These sudden hunches, in his view, were a result of receiving and decoding the pheromones aimed at him, thus triggering a spiritual premonition.

"I have delved into the secrets of the physical body, unlocking its mystical potential. This warning in my meridians must mean someone is targeting me in the shadows—I must be on guard."

"For Abbess Shuiyue's safety, the farther I am from her now, the better. I also better not return to Hidden Dragon Temple for the time being."

"Is the Yan Family deploying top-notch experts to ambush me? Or is there some unforeseen disaster brewing in secret?"

"And who is masquerading as me, causing trouble behind the scenes?"

In an instant, Yi Chen's mind was riddled with doubts. Furrowing his brow, his thoughts whirled around, but he couldn't figure out the reasons behind these events. He could only heighten his vigilance and a nameless fury quietly burgeoned within him.

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One day later, at the Blood Killing Tower fortress.

'Gui Zhongdao' had returned to his kingdom.

"Yang, the Left Envoy, besides the fall of the Carefree King, has there been any major event in the Jiangnan Circuit recently?"

Yi Chen sat on the Taishi Chair with a stern face, his authoritative and tyrannical aura assailing everyone present. The intense malice made Yang, the Left Envoy's heart thump erratically, wondering what could have angered the tower master to such an extent.

After pondering for a moment, Yang, the Left Envoy, cautiously replied,

"Tower Master, the most talked-about event in Jiangnan Circuit right now is the debate between Dao Zhen and Buddha's disciple happening in five days."

"Hmm? Wasn't the debate scheduled for fifteen days from now?" Yi Chen asked coldly, surprised by the news. It seemed that a lot had happened during the ten days he had been withdrawn from worldly affairs.

"It is said that the Daoist and Buddhist factions reached some private agreement, which accelerated the proceedings. Both sides are ready and didn't want to wait any longer, hence the date was moved up by ten days."

"How goes the gathering of the sinister items I asked for? Have the Daoist robes been collected? And the batch of storage rings I instructed you to sell off—have all the items inside been sold?"

"Tower Master, a great number of cultivators has flocked into Jiangnan Circuit lately, each trying to make a name for themselves."

"Furthermore, with the Carefree King's downfall, this is currently a period of the best order in Jiangnan Circuit; no demons, ghosts, or evils dare show themselves. Despite all my efforts, we've only managed to collect fifty items."

"As for the items for sale, about seventy percent has been sold, and we still have roughly thirty percent in hand, waiting for the right opportunity to sell."

"Regarding the Daoist robes and paraphernalia, we are still searching. The top-tier spiritual treasures you've requested are indeed hard to come by, as nobody willingly sells them."

Yang, the Left Envoy's face was so worried that it seemed to be wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.

He knew all too well the terror that was Yi Chen and certainly didn't want to provoke him further.

Yi Chen, upon hearing this, did not reply, and the room fell silent. Droplets of cold sweat suddenly beaded on Yang, the Left Envoy's forehead.

In front of others, Yang, the Left Envoy, who could casually decide life and death, felt like a student who had made a mistake in front of a stern teacher wielding a discipline stick.

Just as Yang, the Left Envoy was about to offer to take the blame himself, Yi Chen finally spoke, breaking the heavy atmosphere that had spread through the air.

"Yang, the Left Envoy, I now entrust you with three tasks,"

"First, stop collecting the sinister items for now; temporarily halt it. You focus on selling off my goods on hand, complete it all within two days, even if you have to cut prices."

"Second, convert half of the proceeds from the sales into gold. I can tolerate up to a loss of fifteen percent. If you manage below that, consider it your own skill. I won't meddle in the process."

"Third, are you aware of the situation of the top clan in Nanshan County—the Nanshan family?"

Yi Chen sat with his eyes closed, rhythmically tapping his fingers on the side tea table. Each tap seemed to strike upon Yang, the Left Envoy's heart, tightening his body.

He hastily replied, "Tower Master, selling off within such a short time will lead to significant losses, but it's manageable."

"Currently, Jiangnan County has an abundance of cultivators; many have come for the excitement, and there's no shortage of buyers."

"The second task is also doable; the ratio you've offered is very generous, and although the timeline is tight, we can manage with some effort."

"Regarding the Nanshan family, they've been the local powerhouse in Nanshan County for years, very influential, and the behind-the-scenes major backers of the brothel Huamanlou belong to them."

"Previously, they had a relatively deep connection with Ghost Kill Tower, often engaging in unsavory trades. Forcing decent women into prostitution is just the tip of the iceberg; Huamanlou is an important venue for them to network with various figures."

"The dirty work that even we disdain to do, they do with even darker hearts,"

"Right, their family head probably has the strength of the fifth or sixth level of the True Person Realm, and also..."

"That's enough," Yi Chen frowned and interrupted Yang Zuoshi's words, then continued, "Yang Zuoshi, you're a smart man, I like talking to smart people."

"In two days, I will give you the remaining antidote, and I will also pass on the Giant Spirit Demon Technique to you and the Right Envoy. If you manage to cultivate this demon technique to the second layer within a year, you'll be able to suppress the poison pill in your body. This will be my reward to you and the Right Envoy for your diligent service."

"Go and attend to your tasks. Come to see me in two days; I am going to close off in retreat."

"As you wish, tower master. Your subordinate shall take his leave," Yang Zuoshi immediately said, overjoyed.

"Hold on, there is another task I need you to take care of," Yi Chen suddenly called out to Yang Zuoshi again. He slowly stood up, drained the teacup on the coffee table in one gulp, and then continued, "Did you hear it, Zuoshi? The wind has picked up; it's the sound of a gale sweeping across the land."

"So, go and wipe out the Nanshan family for me."

"I don't want to hear anything more about this family,"

Having said that, Yi Chen went off to his private chamber without another thought.

"Your will shall be thoroughly implemented. Please rest assured, tower master. If I fail, I will come to face the consequences," Yang Zuoshi said, abruptly kneeling to the ground like a mountain collapsing.

To annihilate an ordinary familial clan, with Yi Chen's current cultivation status, naturally he need not take personal action. A casual word from him could scatter a rising family that had been amassing wealth for hundreds of years.

To obliterate a disreputable noble house and vent some anger on behalf of Abbess Shuiyue.

Inside the chamber, a white light spread from the tip of Yi Chen's finger, sweeping over the sealed coffins and wine jars.

After a series of transactions, Yi Chen once again acquired over six hundred Deep Red Points, leaving him less than three thousand seven hundred points short for breaking through to the next layer of True Technique.

Yi Chen nodded in satisfaction and then sat down cross-legged to meticulously meditate on the Supreme True Martial God Halberd Technique, hoping to find the path to the sixth move.

Two days later, Yang Zuoshi arrived at the bunker, ragged from travel, accompanied by a short and plump monk - Fan Yao, the Right Envoy of the Blood Killing Tower, who had previously been responsible for external affairs of the tower.

"Reporting to the tower master, as ordered, the Nanshan family has been completely wiped out. The sale of their assets yielded two hundred thousand taels of gold, all right here. Moreover, an additional two million taels in silver notes are also included, ready for your inspection,"

Yang Zuoshi handed over a green storage ring, its quality evidently top-notch.

"Well done. You two swallow these two Hairy Fiend Pills first,"

"This pill is rare to find; once inside the body, it leaves no trace and can't be detected by ordinary means. If you don't believe me, feel free to have someone else test it. In a hundred years, unless you have my unique antidote—unless you ascend to True Monarch—you're doomed."

"I will be traveling far in search of an opportunity to make a breakthrough. You two look after the Blood Killing Tower well. As for my share of the profits, keep it safe for me,"

Yi Chen sneered as he took out two pills sealed in yellow beeswax, their contents black and sticky.

Indeed, it was Miao Zi's own feces wrapped in beeswax, made to be untraceable upon testing, which would only increase their anxiety the more they found nothing wrong.

Embracing the principle of 'if it works, use it ruthlessly,' Yi Chen decided to set up a trap for them. The Blood Killing Tower had been very handy to use, but it was unfortunate he couldn't act under that guise for a while and needed to leave for some time.

Yang Zuoshi and Fan Yao looked at each other, a glint of joy flashing in their eyes simultaneously, both understanding what the other was thinking.

"That's not surprising, not surprising at all."

Otherwise, Yi Chen so readily giving out the antidote and precious scriptures would have made them anxious. This was perfect.

Truly, this pill was a poison pill like no other, inducing a nauseating feeling as soon as it was digested.

As they stood up, they found several bottles of antidote and a copy of the Giant Spirit Demon Technique, which was worthless to Yi Chen. By then, Yi Chen's figure had already vanished inside the chamber.

Fan Yao looked up shockingly, glancing around before saying, "The tower master's cultivation is unfathomably deep. But, Old Yang, why do I smell a faint stench of feces from this pill?"

"The tower master survived the Carefree King's banquet and Fu Canglong's siege. Do you want to make a bet?" Yang Zuoshi's voice came eerily.

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This time, Yi Chen had cleaned out all assets of the Blood Killing Tower before fleeing. Gui Zhongdao, this mask, after the fall of the Carefree King, was too visible if worn again, and thus he took the chance to liquidate everything.

"In three days, it's the debate between the Dao children and Buddha children. Should I take part in this Dao Alliance conference?"

"Damn it, what a bunch of crap, too dangerous, who knows if the danger might come from the Dao Alliance itself."

"But I could transform and stealthily observe the situation from the sidelines. It would be great if I could privately approach Shen Hui afterward to get the Precious Moonlight Great Prajna Avatar Technique."

Remembering the technique bet on in his wager with Shen Hui, Yi Chen licked his lips. If he could get his hands on the technique in advance, then he would have enough Deep Red Points for the fourteenth layer of the True Technique. In any case, he would first blend into the peripherals and have a look.

"Liquidate, liquidate, gold is still the best,"

"Dow Jones is heading east, twenty-six thousand miles yawn, minus five hundred from three thousand, three thousand points of clay~"

Humming a folksong from his hometown, Yi Chen changed his appearance to that of Yan San and headed straight for Qingyun Mountain.

At that moment, a wild laughter echoed through an unnamed valley, shaking the leaves from the trees.

Hidden Dragon had not expected his opportunity to come; today, his fortune had aligned and, just before the debate between the Dao and Buddha children, he had broken through to the True Monarch Realm.

"My wife, it's fate! I've successfully advanced and become a True Monarch. Now I shall see how those Dao and Buddha children fare in battle, and just how formidable the prodigy who trampled over Yi Chengzi is."

"Why is my heart so filled with joy!"

Clinging tightly to the skull in his embrace, Hidden Dragon's gaze became increasingly frenetic and unhinged.