Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 572 - 370: Reunion with Old Friends, Infernal Demon Sect, Finally Assembled, The Power of the Qilin Holy Armor!

Seeing Yue Qingzhu grit her teeth and still determined to take action, Yi Chen could no longer sit still and immediately flashed several meters away.

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He looked at Yue Qingzhu, whose body had become slightly rigid, and found it impossible to reconcile the woman before him with the spirited princess he had once known on Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The current Yue Qingzhu was like a doll that had lost its vitality, beautiful indeed, but lacking a certain liveliness, as if she were molded from clay or carved from wood.

Seeing this, Yi Chen couldn't help but sigh softly, "Speak, Daoist Qing Zhu, have you lost?"

"Considering the past when you alerted the Yan Family to certain matters, if there's any trouble you're facing, it would be no trouble at all for me to help you out."

"Of course, if it's an excessive request, then please don't bother asking."

Yi Chen wouldn't engage in activities that required the lower body to support the thinking of the upper body.

"Hehe, I've long heard that Yi Taoist is fond of beauty, but it seems that Qing Zhu's grace is no longer pleasing to your eye," said Yue Qingzhu, expressionless as she picked up her green belt from the ground and meticulously tied it.

She felt somewhat disappointed and yet somewhat relieved as she fastened the clasps on her dress and poured herself a cup of strong liquor, mocking herself:

"It seems that the Taoist doesn't yet understand his own standing. A young Dao Mastery such as you, even if you do nothing, merely spreading the rumor of Qing Zhu's favor with you would greatly benefit my Yue Family."

"Just a fallen princess, after all. My brother suggested to our father to use Qing Zhu to win over the Taoist, making use of something discarded as trash."

"As for Qing Zhu's lofty ambitions of the past, they were nothing more than the naive fantasies of youth, used by others against my mother and me. Looking back now, it seems laughable."

"Now, Taoist, do you have any more questions?"

Yue Qingzhu, feeling dejected, ended up downing three cups in succession.

Yi Chen had no interest in playing the role of 'confidante' for Yue Qingzhu, nor in hearing those worthless palace intrigue stories. As someone who believed in repaying any small kindness with great gratitude, he cut straight to the point: "Please speak frankly, Daoist, I have urgent matters to attend to."

At that moment, the purple Star Disc began to glow, indicating that a message from Yuan Jun had arrived.

A mere four taels cannot withstand the power of the Qilin Holy Helm.

He, Yi Chengzi, had a sky-high pride and was determined to avenge and wash away his humiliations.

"Sleep with me!"

"Rather than being used as a gift, manipulated by my brother, and employed by my father to curry favor with other powers, frankly, offering myself to you, Taoist, is already the best choice for Qing Zhu today."

During her speech, it was not clear if Yue Qingzhu had come to some determination, but she started to unfasten the clasps of her gown.

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Yi Chen: "..."

With a swift move, Yi Chen executed a hand chop, knocking out the beautiful woman before him, and casually laid her on a table-couch nearby.

Half an hour later, Yue Qingzhu woke up with a soft 'yīng', still fully dressed, and found a cup of steaming tea on a table next to her.

Practice brings true knowledge. With his experience of utilizing hand chops on bears, when Yi Chen said she would wake up after one cup of tea, it wouldn't be a second more or less.

Beside the tea, there were two letters lying pressed.

She unfolded them and saw a letter with forceful, silver hook iron strokes, a domineering aura pressing forth.

"Daoist Qing Zhu, while sitting silently in this world, my heart is like the sun hanging in the sky. Many have misunderstood me, World-Shaking Pure Yang, and all those words about my love for beauty are a bunch of bullshit," the letter read.

Yi Chen was certainly determined to firmly deny these unfounded rumors.

"I deeply regret hearing about your situation, but unfortunately, I have urgent matters and hence have to leave first. In remembrance of the past bond, I have specially written this letter, which you may choose to present to Emperor Yue. Whether it works or not, whether His Majesty chooses to grant me this small favor, will now depend on your destiny," the letter continued.

Yue Qingzhu turned to the next leaf of the letter and saw, written boldly, ten large characters.

"We were born from the same root, why be so eager to destroy each other?"

The signature at the end was Yi Chengzi's.

At this point, Yue Qingzhu suddenly burst into tears, the drops falling incessantly.

She could not help but laugh through her tears.

She knew that with this letter from Yi Chen, given her father's high regard for him, the Crown Prince and the Emperor would probably not force her into such matters anymore.

Looking at the first letter with forceful strokes, Yue Qingzhu carefully folded it and placed it in her carry-on pouch, her face flushing as she muttered: "What a line, 'sitting in this world, my heart as radiant as the sun.' It was really uncomfortable at the start when I sat on top of you."

After her fall from grace, when she had become accustomed to others kicking her when she was down, seeing the heartless attitudes of the world, she cried anew.

On that day on Dragon Tiger Mountain, her suggestion had been just a spur-of-the-moment idea, but that single thought had now become the straw that saved her life. And the tall Daoist she had met then had now become a figure she had to look up to.

In her heart, a whirlwind of emotions churned.

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Yi Chen knew nothing of Yue Qingzhu's complex feelings, nor did he have the interest to find out.

Free things are the most expensive, and he had felt from the start that Yue Qingzhu was somewhat unreliable. Now it was proven true; she'd been sold out by others.

"Daoist Qing Zhu's lotus feet are indeed commendable, but her mind isn't the best. She has high standards but poor skills, and today's event has settled our karmic ties," he mused.

On the outskirts of the great capital, Yi Chen smirked and took out the purple Star Disc.

He had met with Emperor Yue, exchanged pleasantries, and taken his leave.

"According to Yuan Jun, the person with the Qilin Holy Helm turns out to be an old acquaintance, Kui Wood Wolf."