Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 549 - 361: The Mortal Game, The Daoist’s Three Great Resentments, Dominant Fist of Heaven and Earth, Emperor Qin Breaks Limits, _2

The down-and-out Daoist priest still maintains his charm, cooking rice online~

Ah ah ah, ah ah ah~ Heavenly Dragon's beautiful scenery, such a beautiful March day~

No, absolutely not, death is not scary, but it's a tragedy to be taken advantage of by others.

Consider defeat before victory, thus Yi Chen endured for two and a half years, lacking just one more year.

With his current level of cultivation, the timing was just right.

Do not mock the Daoist for his wickedness.

A man's journey is clear, in black and white, he should be fierce!

Yi Chen, in his memories of cultivation over nearly ten thousand years, bows as a Daoist master, controlling the military fate of ten thousand years, naturally also mastering the ferocity of ten thousand years.

He, Yi Chengzi, is a robust warrior, not a traditional Daoist priest. A heavy heart and a harsh hand are Bai Yunzi's annotations on his life.

Be it the Yan Family, the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, or the lineage of Zhang Longyi, there will certainly be wrongful killings, but he must still kill! Even if Bai Yunzi is resurrected to plead for mercy, he must still kill!

This is how he, World-Shaking Pure Yang, conducts his affairs.

With the grace of his sect and family, avoiding the taint of misdeeds, sharing in the good; before him, Yi Chengzi, playing innocent as Zhong Wuyan when there's trouble, and approachable as Xia Yingchun when there's not? With such arrogance, it's better to plead your case in the Pure Yang Flame Prison.

"Xiao Lang, what's wrong with you?"

The Yuan Jun's voice suddenly resonated in Yi Chen's mind, as the peach blossom mask looked over with a puzzled expression.

"Nothing, just thinking about something happy." Yi Chen turned around, flashed a smile at the beauty beside him, and the hint of murderous intent that had been emanating from him also quietly subsided.

"If you need anything, just tell Yuan Jun. With my astonishing wisdom, I've already grasped the true meaning of the Gu Diao Sword Realm after a slight intervention and obtained its spirit."

With an open palm, and Yi Chen looking on with a gobsmacked expression, the darkness seemed to fill the sky, stars shimmering in and out of view, peach blossom petals scattering and then vanishing between heaven and earth, only to reappear just as suddenly.

Within a mere second, Yi Chen felt once again the killing move from the final battle with the Evil Sword Sovereign, the Dark Sword Realm, now mixed with stars and the powerful intents of slaughter and more.

Yuan Jun appeared quite pleased with Yi Chen's shocked expression. She floated in the air, and unabashedly put one hand on Yi Chen's shoulder, giving it two gentle pats:

"Xiao Lang, we of the Northern Dipper Yuan Jun Hall are different from those mediocre beings outside. That damn Evil Sword Soverean was after all lacking in cunning and wisdom, not possessing Yuan Jun's world-shocking intelligence."

"Yuan Jun will tell you a secret, but don't tell anyone else, not even the Heavenly Master."

"After obtaining the Gu Diao Evil Sword, on the day of my contemplations, I felt a mysterious familiarity and kinship, as if I had wielded the sword before."

"After that sudden insight, I had a dream where I saw a red-haired woman wielding the Gu Diao Sword, slaying all around her! Wherever my gaze fell, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Upon waking, I then fully grasped the spirit of the sword.

It seems this sword and I were truly fated, and this time, I have indeed reaped a great advantage from you."

"Damn it, you're so full of it." Yuan Jun's self-satisfied voice echoed in Yi Chen's mind, prompting him to cry out in awe inwardly, after which his expression suddenly grew profound.

"Yuan Jun, why have you progressed so rapidly in your cultivation?"

"Is cultivation difficult? I gain cultivation levels just lying there without moving. Understanding the universe is as simple as eating and drinking. Only a few methods present some challenges to contemplate, aren't you the same?"

Looking at Yuan Jun with an expression that suggested 'one of us,' Yi Chen couldn't help but transmit a cautionary note: "Yuan Jun, please don't share these secrets with outsiders."

"Don't worry, I would never tell anyone but our own. Do you think I'm foolish? Most of the time, I'm clever as a whip."

"Xiao Lang, although you are talented and possess remarkable wisdom, the position of Hall Master of the Northern Dipper Yuan Jun Hall should still be mine; you are still too young."

"When your cultivation surpasses mine one day, then you can take over as Hall Master, and I'll become Lord Tan Lang."

At this moment, the peach blossom mask transformed into smiling eyes and brows. Ultimately, Yuan Jun revealed her true colors - her detestable desire to win had betrayed the little game she played in front of Yi Chen.

Yi Chen: ".…."

"Alright!" Someone replied decisively.

Just thinking of future scenes like, 'Hey, why are Lord Tan Lang's pecs so absurdly exaggerated? Let Yuan Jun have a look,' invigorated Yi Chen with gusto.

He almost forgot, Yuan Jun had touched him twice; this is an affront he, World-Shaking Pure Yang, must avenge.

Following this exchange, the two didn't communicate again; both took their seats on the ground, gazing forward. At this moment, Yuqing True King was among the thirty-two Dao Mastery True Monarchs ahead, maneuvering and sustaining the grand array.

Yi Chen looked at Yuan Jun's exquisite back from behind, his expression enigmatic.

Yuan Jun certainly harbored a great secret.

To think that in just over three months, by leveraging a Gu Diao Evil Sword that he had given her, she could reach such understanding; it was utterly inconceivable.

Rather than considering it a sudden insight on Yuan Jun's part, he preferred to think of it as Yuan Jun merely reclaiming her former level of cultivation.

Perhaps when he had some spare time he should look into the origin of the Gu Diao Sword, as well as the life stories of past masters of the sword.

"The world is full of talents, like carps crossing the river—the realm of cultivation is indeed full of mysteries."

"I wonder what kind of extraordinary tree Yuan Jun is."

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Yi Chen gave a sigh, when he suddenly thought of Chen Haichao and the strange occurrences surrounding the death of the Old Demon with red flowers.

"Damn it, could Chen Haichao be some kind of parasitic tree? Splitting into a bunch of seeds and occupying other trees' trunks?"

All sorts of conjectures flooded in—Heavenly Master, Millennium Emperor, Chen Haichao... A host of names flashed through Yi Chen's mind.

The path ahead has been blocked for many years, and in this world, countless heroes scheme and strive towards that supreme transcendence. Some are dead, some still on the journey, others have taken up the torches of their predecessors, stepping even further forward in this competitive struggle.