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

He was bound by his oath to Bai Yunzi to do more good deeds and not question the future, so whenever he could afford to be merciful, he did his best.

Today, nurtured by kindness, he persuaded Ying Si to provide some reprieve for the "non-ambitious populace" of the Great Qin, preventing certain future tragedies. Unexpectantly, this seemed to have gained him Ying Si's full support.

Millions of merits, ten million demonic spirits, even in dreams, World-Shaking Pure Yang could awake laughing.

"Alas, I've said before, I wished to create a world that could encompass the howls of wolves and soothe the cries of the weak. Today, I've made a small step forward."

"Master, your disciple has truly worked hard."

"Although it was only a small push, and primarily orchestrated by Ying Si, my contributions are still indispensable, merits maxed out!"

"Success need not commence with me, but success must include me. This is me, World-Shaking Pure Yang Yi Chengzi, in this endeavor, collecting Deep Red merits for cultivation seems reasonable, right? Master, if you're aware in the nether, you should appear in my dreams and praise me."

A vision of an old man with white hair suddenly flashed through the Taoist's mind; he sighed wistfully, emotions mixed, and immediately headed toward Falling Dragon Mountain.

At this moment, beneath Falling Dragon Mountain, a cultivator was laboring diligently, tossing spells like 'Minor Ground Cover Technique,' 'Minor Cloud Rain Technique,' 'Taigeng Marsh Gas Compost Technique.'

This person was the unfortunate sod he had captured during the campaign on Shen Island, Wu Shanzi.

He was currently expanding the fields around Falling Dragon Mountain. The State Preceptor had decreed that unless he turned a thousand acres of wasteland into blessed fields, his legs would be broken.

As for the oxen? The oxen were grazing in the fields he had cleared.

At this moment, two Great Qin Armored Soldiers stationed below Falling Dragon Mountain looked at the leisurely grazing oxen and the distant laboring figure, whispering among themselves.

"Captain, what's happening here?"

"Xiao Zhang, you've just arrived to shift the guard at Falling Dragon Mountain today, you don't know the situation here. The State Preceptor can be quite petty."

"My cousin is an elite in the Black Banner Army. He personally told me this man has quite the escape artistry skills. The State Preceptor was careless the first time and let him slip away, only catching him on his second attempt. It was quite embarrassing for them in front of the Black Banner Army."

"So, after questioning, everyone else with no issues was released, just this fool was left to farm."

"I see, Captain. By the way, a figure fell from the sky earlier, and it looked a bit like the State Preceptor."

"Damn, that is the State Preceptor, Xiao Zhang, shut your mouth!"

A tall, grim-faced Taoist plunged from the sky at high speed.

"You two have plenty of free time, huh? If you're this free, don't guard the gate; go help Wu Shanzi farm. Many hands make light work."

"Dare not go, and your legs be broken."

Watching the two figures marching away with a sullen look, Yi Chen's expression finally eased slightly.

These men were quite audacious to leak the State Preceptor's secrets, deserving of cultivating a few more acres as punishment.

"I am the Heavenly Opening Martial Ancestor, who dares overturn my incense burner!"

His song echoed, and the Taoist, collecting his emotions, briskly ascended the stairs, heading toward a tall tower gracefully.

A tall tower had already been erected on Falling Dragon Mountain, serving as a storage for the millions of merits of the State Preceptor. This tower was called the Evil Suppressing Tower, meticulously constructed by the Great Qin Ministry of Works.

"Millions of merits, hundreds of millions of Deep Red Points, my little treasures, I'm coming!" Yi Chen grinned and stepped in.

Days had passed since the journey to Shen Island, and Yi Chengzi was off to "harvest crops" again.

This, too, was a form of cultivation.

Within a lantern's time, the Taoist emerged, still not fully contented.

Now the Evil Suppressing Tower was empty, World-Shaking Pure Yang existing among the mortals.

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Days passed, each day bringing a continuous flow of merits to Falling Dragon Mountain.

The gap in the Deep Red Points was closing daily.

Closer, closer.

More than twenty days had passed; there were now just over eight hundred thousand Deep Red Points left for Yi Chen to break through the twenty-first level of True Technique.

This increase was due to Great Qin starting to exert its strength, the merits delivered to Falling Dragon Mountain in these past twenty days had increased by nearly fifty percent compared to before.

The Demon's Relic had not yet been exhausted; with just over eight hundred thousand Deep Red Points, Yi Chen's breakthrough was now a certainty.

"What? Her Majesty Queen Yue Ji is calling for me?"

Calculating the Deep Red Points, Yi Chen, with a hard-to-suppress grin, looked at Bai Shishi as she came to report and couldn't help but express his doubt.

Although confused, Yi Chen honored the appointment and arrived at the Imperial Palace.

At that moment, a dignified woman holding a young child was sitting in a courtyard.

"State Preceptor, you've arrived, please have a seat."

"Zhi'er, go and call him dad!"

The child looked at his mother in astonishment, seemingly in disbelief.

After repeated urging from his mother, he finally approached Yi Chen, knelt down, and gave a deep kowtow.

"Dad!"

The State Preceptor of Great Qin barely sat down on half of the chair when he abruptly stood up.

What's happening?

Queen, what are you doing?