Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 399 - 300: The Taoist Strikes Again, the Gods Cannot Bleed.

The Crown Prince of the Rakshasa Kingdom was a hands-on talent. After Yi Chen lifted the door curtain with the cunning of a yellow weasel, revealing a deft hand, the prince basically took all of Yi Chen’s suggestions to heart. He locked himself in a room with his staff, discussing strategies for a whole day and night. When they emerged, everyone’s eyes were red.

It was the glow of bloodthirstiness.

Three days later, Yi Chen, with a dark expression, dismissed a flock of ’beautiful women’ with combs resembling chicken crests from his room.

In the past few days, His Highness the Boar-headed Crown Prince had treated him with exceptional hospitality, sending delicacies, Mei Ji, and Saber Coins to his room like water.

Yi Chen managed to accept the other things after much difficulty, but those Mei Ji really tested his limits.

"Ox Guard, Horse Guard, go and catch a few more free-range chickens for me. Real chickens, understand? Also the other ingredients I asked for a few days ago, get me ten more portions, no, twenty," Yi Chen instructed as he pushed open the door to his room and addressed the muscular and sinewy ox-head and horse-head guards outside.

"Yes, Mr. Yi," replied the Ox Guard, bowing respectfully to Yi Chen and signaling a dog-head guard with a whisper before silently following behind Yi Chen.

Yi Chen had been under surveillance for these three days, a fact to which he had grown accustomed.

The Boar-headed Crown Prince was by no means a man who would give unconditional trust to another based on a simple conversation. Such a person could never become the Crown Prince of the Rakshasa Kingdom; he would have been utterly consumed by others long ago.

"Heh, monitor and guard all you want, even if you begged me to take the lead in the operation, I’d refuse. That way, you’ll try even harder," Yi Chen muttered to himself with a smirk.

"I suppose His Highness the Crown Prince is also struggling with how to deal with me right now," mused Yi Chen, a faint smile appearing on his face as he observed his large hand submerged in the golden washbasin filled with water. After drying his hand with a piece of silk, he threw a bunch of ingredients along with some chicken pieces into a huge iron pot.

Watching the steam rise from the pot, Yi Chen began to skillfully stir the soup, allowing the scent to drift in all directions.

At this moment, the courtyard was blooming profusely with exotic flowers — lush green leaves and vibrant red blooms, emitting a refreshing fragrance. The reason for their splendor was the human blood used to water them periodically.

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Royal Palace · Study Room.

After dismissing the staff from the room, the Boar-headed Crown Prince sat tiredly in a chair, massaging his temples.

"What has that Mr. Yi been up to these past few days? Any unusual movements?" he suddenly asked, turning toward a shadowy corner of the study.

A comely woman with a chicken crest head, draped in black gauze and with a curvaceous figure, emerged from the shadows, softly replying, "Your Highness, according to the Ox Guard and Horse Guard, he has behaved very quietly these past three days with no unusual activities."

"He spends his days in the yard of his quarters, concocting some sort of skewered chicken."

"Hei Feng, what’s your take on Mr. Yi?"

The beautiful woman with the chicken crest frowned slightly and replied, "This man possesses astonishing abilities, a mind as vast as rivers and mountains, and a cautious heart as fortified as a city. I cannot see through him."

"However, it seems that he does not care for beauty but has a taste for good food and enjoys his drink a bit too much."

"Then do you think it’s possible that he is an undercover agent sent by another power?" the Crown Prince asked abruptly, his voice intense; this was his greatest concern.

"Didn’t Your Highness intentionally ignore him for these three days with that in mind? Why not summon him and test him? If he asks for a position and to be in charge of these affairs, then, in my opinion, no matter how talented he is, for the sake of safety, he should be killed!"

"Does Your Highness recall an old adage from the Rakshasa Kingdom? The hand that causes your greatest loss is not a bad one, but the one you believe is the best in your hand."

"If he has plans to betray Your Highness, it would be a disaster beyond redemption."

Hei Feng gracefully approached, sat on the Crown Prince’s lap, and reached out with seductive eyes to massage his temples.

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"You, oh you, Hei Feng, truly know what’s in my stomach," he said affectionately.

"Don’t worry, my dear, everything is under my control," the Crown Prince laughed heartily at that moment, gently touched Hei Feng’s comb, and with a sweep of his hand, cleared all the items from the desk with a wide movement, then picked her up and laid her across it.

"Hiss~"

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"Haha, there are always those who believe they can control everything."

"What they don’t realize is that once some things are released, the only outcome is to hasten their rush toward destruction."

"It’s like a snowball rolling down a mountain, unstoppable once it starts rolling."

"And me, I just need to introduce the concept of the snowball, and they themselves will form it and push it down the mountain with force, ringing their own death knell."

Before leaving Shan Cheng, Yi Chen naturally found Nan Nan’s mother and obtained the recipe for the skewered chicken, but he felt it could be further refined. With nothing better to do these days, he had been researching and refining the methods.

In a newly built kitchen in the annex, Yi Chen lazily threw a log into the stove. The wood crackled and sparked as it burned, casting out numerous sparks.

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These sparks were initially brilliant but quickly faded away, much like the future of the Rakshasa Kingdom.

With blossoming flowers adorned in silk, followed by a raging fire frying in oil, there would be countless thunderstorms to come.

Strategic brilliance was always like this; once Pandora’s box was opened, it could never be closed again.

No one understood the destructive power of finance better than Yi Chen. Traditional methods of profiteering were too slow, sometimes taking a year or half a year for a single cycle, whereas finance was like a combine harvester.