Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 448 - 319: Transformation Again, Death of the Alcoholic Scholar, Executioner Lin Luo, Beheading the King, Doubts.

Starry night, the moonlight filled the sky.

A girl with a white veil covering her face and an air of icy aloofness was speeding through the sky.

Her purple hair, long enough to reach her buttocks, fluttered slightly behind her like brocade, and the pupil at the center of her left eye brimmed with purple, conveying a chilling intent; the pupil of her right eye, however, was a searing crimson, with a burning aura pervading.

The girl flew swiftly like the wind, controlling yin and yang as she moved, her purple knee-high socks under the moonlight glistening alluringly; a red ribbon was tied around her left leg, slightly constricting the flesh, its surface faintly glowing, with black and white characters floating and revolving within it, their purpose unknown.

Those familiar with Great Qin would recognize her distinct attire; she was the Deputy Director of the Ministry of Justice of Great Qin, Lin Luo.

Across the vast world, once in a while, practitioners with powerful cultivation would look up at the sky, wondering what anomaly had occurred in some region of Great Qin, to warrant the deployment of this reaper from the Ministry of Justice.

Lin Luo, gazing at the full moon on the horizon, estimated the time, and suddenly her hands formed a spell, her pupils igniting with an even fiercer purple and crimson light as her speed surged once more.

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Nighttime, with a solitary scholar sitting with his wine.

Raising his glass to invite the bright moon, his solitary drink became a party of three.

The Hidden Dragon Taoist, who held his own unique interpretations of the "Book of Songs," had bid him farewell at dusk, saying he was going out to gather inspiration. Should his friend arrive at night, all that was needed was to crush a communication Jade Talisman, and he, the Hidden Dragon Taoist, would soar into the sky and join them.

Of course, before leaving, the Hidden Dragon Taoist also took away his three jars of fine wine.

The moonlight spilled cold and icy on the face of the wine scholar.

Under the moonlight, the expression of the old man with his grand crown and broad sash was frozen, his eyebrows twisted into a ’川’ character.

He strained to recall his past interactions with the noble prince, wondering how the young man he once knew at the Afang Palace in Xianyang could have turned into what he was today.

"Your Highness, the Emperor has entrusted the vast domain of Zeyang City to your guardianship. What exactly has happened to you in these last hundred or so years?"

The wine scholar’s expression darkened, and he lifted the jar of wine, gulping down another fierce mouthful; at that moment, he remembered his third disciple, the young face that had volunteered to investigate the events in Zeyang City and who had since vanished without a trace.

He was only eighty years old, a young man who had just broken through to the threshold of True Monarch realm, and now he was completely gone without a word.

"Master is in need, and as a disciple, I shall shoulder the burden. Yang Shu is willing to be Master’s eyes and inspect on Master’s behalf."

"If you are willing, take the Saint’s Heart Covenant Pupil Jade and set off. Above all else, be cautious."

"Heeding Master’s teachings, Yang Shu will go."

This disciple, although only of above-average talent, had an excellent character, one of the few he had seen in his life, whom he had designated as one of the three true successors of his mantle.

Since that departure, Yang Shu did not return, and it was for this reason that he began to take seriously the disappearance of the monks of Zeyang City and secretly went to investigate.

"Shu’er, it was your master who harmed you."

"If it truly was the noble prince who harmed you, I will not rest until I have retribution."

The wine scholar under the moonlight was selfless yet possessed self-interest, and although he had self-interest, he was still selfless.

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Inside the mysterious Underground Palace, a dome-like dark canopy stood atop black rock strata.

As the view ascended, the silhouette of a gaunt female practitioner was still lying upon the black rock strata in the center below the canopy, her complexion ashen, the distinct round moon mark on her forehead now dull and lightless.

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At this moment, Han Xinyue was still struggling within a bewildering realm.

Calamities indescribable had befallen Han Xinyue, yet she was determined to survive and escape from the Han residence with her seventeen beloved sisters.

At the same time, an ordinary-looking young cultivator was lying at the foot of Han Xinyue’s embroidered shoes, his clothes already soaked with sweat. Stay connected via novelbuddy

Yang Shu struggled to open his eyelids, gazing at the eerie scene before him and the purple gem hanging above his head, but a knowing smile spread across his face.

"Master, that maze was indeed extraordinary, yet your disciple has broken free."

"I said I would be your eyes. Saint’s Heart Covenant Pupil Jade, shatter now, and relay everything here. Master, I know you will come."

Before his words had finished, two tiny spherical beads suddenly flew out of the pupil of the young man lying on his back.

The beads exploded, turning into a giant pupil that took in the entire scene beneath the dark canopy, the pupil continuing to rise, piercing through the dark veil, illuminating this land of darkness.

This Underground Palace was actually beneath the Royal Palace of Zeyang.

Within a secret room, a figure shrouded in purple mist slowly stood up.

"Supernatural power falls short of destiny, ultimately revealing itself. Indeed, there are countless exceptional figures in the world, some with such unwavering determination, capable of breaking free from the fear-inducing Group Star Sacred Moon Ritual array passed down by Emperor Asna."

"Unfortunately, once the formation is activated, the ’offering’ cannot be stopped."

"It shall end here then. This round has pushed my cultivation to the late stage of approaching Dao Mastery, just one step away from forming the rudiments of Dao Control, a significant gain already."

"Heh, luckily I was well-prepared!"

The mysterious person shook his head and lightly pressed a hand to the ground of the secret room; a huge purple handprint penetrated through the layers of the earth to appear above the Underground Palace, grabbing the giant pupil and crushing it in one swift motion.

Through the giant pupil, the mysterious person saw an elderly man with a grand crown and broad sash inside a courtyard.

"This… this is Shu’er’s Saint’s Heart Covenant Pupil Jade; he chose to destroy the pupil jade to send the message. Shu’er!"

"Royal Palace of Zeyang, noble prince, I will see that you pay for your blood debts in blood."

The old man under the moonlight, his hair and beard bristling with rage, looked at the mirror-like relic in front of him, resembling an eye, abruptly stood up, and bellowed a deafening roar of fury.