Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 481 - 335: Unintentional Agreement, Cruel Action, Numerous Cultivators, The Tragedy of Dragon Tiger Mountain, The Four Extremes of the Demon Realm.

Within the deep and secluded mansion, the lights flickered.

A valorous young man with a high nose bridge sat at the desk, frowning as he stared intently at the information in his hands.

As he dwelt in vexation, a black-clad old servant suddenly walked in and handed over a visiting card. The Martial King casually opened the letter and could not help but reveal a smirk.

"Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect! Sacred Puppet Sect's Blood Spirit Son! What audacity!"

"However, I seem to have heard this name. This person is indeed the prime disciple of the Sect Master Chen Haichao of the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect, so there's no harm in inviting him into the palace for an audience."

The Martial King tossed the visiting card to the corner of the desk, yet his mind began pondering over the intelligence he had received during the day.

He disliked arrogant people, and if it weren't for the backing of the three words "Chen Haichao," he wouldn't even be interested in meeting this person.

At this moment, a young man in blood-red clothes with sunken eyes slowly walked into the hall. Seeing the Martial King distracted, the Blood Spirit Son couldn't help but pull his mouth into a sinister smile. He casually walked up to a liuli cup and, with a sweep of his sleeve—

Crack!

The exquisite liuli cup shattered instantly, causing the already dimly lit hall to darken a few shades more.

The sound of the crisp crack redirected the Martial King's gaze back to the Blood Spirit Son.

"Blood Spirit Son of the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect, did you come here to provoke me?" The valorous young man's spine suddenly straightened up, like a spear aiming at the sky, his brow raised, and a piercing look shot towards Blood Spirit Son like an arrow.

"Provoke Your Highness? No, no, no, why would I provoke a future failure?"

"I am the Sacred Puppet Sect's Blood Spirit Son, here to rescue Your Highness, and also to negotiate a deal with you, one that could turn things around for Your Highness."

With a long laugh, Blood Spirit Son swept the hem of his robe and nonchalantly took a seat.

"A joke, I'm a loser? The battle between me and my elder brother has not yet been decided, how can you, Blood Spirit Son, be so unabashedly boastful?"

"King Jing holds sway over the lands of the Eastern Region, unimaginably wealthy, and as Your Highness's elder brother, has good relations with many of Great Qin's high officials. So long as King Jing makes no grave error, do you truly believe you stand a chance?"

"The Great Qin Legal Assembly will be Your Highness's last opportunity, and I, Blood Spirit Son, am here to propose a major deal. If this Legal Assembly can deplete King Jing's finances and Your Highness profits immensely, from then on, the tide of attack and defense will change."

As Blood Spirit Son spoke, he suddenly splashed the clear water from the teacup in front of him. Under the influence of a mysterious force, the droplets turned into a line of characters that appeared abruptly on the Martial King's desk.

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At the same time, an aura very similar to Dao Mastery filled the entire hall for a moment before fading away.

Looking at the beads of water on the desk, and the smiling Blood Spirit Son in red, the Martial King's expression wavered, and it took him a long time to grit his teeth and say:

"Please enlighten me, sir!"

"Ha ha, it's not difficult yet not so easy, it's merely about a sixteen-character knack."

"Use his spear against his shield, transplant flowers and graft wood, divert attention, shift the stars and change the fight."

"I've only just arrived in the city and heard that King Jing has already opened the betting odds..."

After pouring himself another cup of Spiritual Tea, Blood Spirit Son began to whisper and scheme with the Martial King. Read new chapters at novelbuddy

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The third day.

Hai Tianwu of Zhen Tian Sea Gate, one of the top sixteen sects in the Eastern Continent, was now very troubled, even losing interest in his favorite hotpot meal in front of him on the eight-immortals table.

He intended to reward himself with three hotpot meals after enjoying the drama involving Ye Qingxue of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect yesterday,

and even planned to call over his flute-playing servant girl Qing'er to boost the fun.

But today, a single piece of paper froze the smile on his face.

"How audacious! Who would dare slander me so! Disrespectful! Disrespectful to one's elders!"

"Who exactly is this Evilslaying Monk Kong Xiang? Let me find out, and I'll flay your skin, pull out your tendons, and shatter your body into a million pieces!"

Hai Tianwu shook with fury as he read the words on the paper.

The main gist of the paper's text was:

"A reputation grand as the heavens, yet it's hard to battle desire. Loyalties worth a thousand gold, not as good as one's reputation being just ounces."

"Consecutive fires merge; there's a desire to clean house."

"The second favorite of this Great Qin Legal Assembly, Hai Tianwu of Zhen Tian Sea Gate; before he joined Zhen Tian Sea Gate, he and Ku Chen of the Sumeru Tathagata Zen Monastery, both of the same family, once fought over Fairy Ye Qingxue of the Qian Yuan Sword Sect... the betting odds..."

The essence of soft advertising is to attract customers and then implant the advertisement.

Following the drama is the driving power of such soft ads—Yi Chen's unique strategy might seem silly and melodramatic, but who can resist such a promotional offensive?

As if in a previous life, if someone saw a report about Old Logan and the Emperor walking on the beach hand in hand...

Who could withstand such a thing? No matter how absurd, one would have to take a look at just how preposterous it could be.

Unwittingly, the name Evilslaying Monk Kong Xiang stank up the streets, reaching the pinnacle of notoriety. Amidst the curses of countless cultivators, Evilslaying Monk Kong Xiang was someone who would not have enough mothers to survive the onslaught.

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"Master, this is so much fun, can you teach me?"

Inside the Scenic Bamboo Grotto Heaven, Qin Qingyun vigorously massaged Yi Chen's shoulders, her voiced tinged with a plea.

"You want to learn, huh? First, go to the dining hall and get a free-range chicken from the market, worth no more than half a silver, then find a place to sell it for a hundred silver, without using force or revealing your identity. If you can accomplish that, your master will teach you a few more interesting tricks."

"After all, your father is King Jing, so even if you mess up, you don't have to worry about getting killed!"