Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 665 - 406: The Chief of the Ministry of Justice, Dominating Shen Island, Seizing the Treasure Tree.

Time passed like a swift shuttle, and three days flashed by.

Starry night.

On the window lattice of a room in the Pure Yang Daoist Palace, a bulky silhouette emerged.

Under the bright moon, a strange black cat with extended wings flew over the wall, soared past the treetops, glided down from the sky, and finally stood before the window lattice.

"Dad, I'm back~"

With a creak, the window was pushed open a crack, and the shadow swiftly shrank in size before deftly slipping in.

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"Back already? How is my junior brother Qing Yunzi now?" Yi Chen didn't look up, continuing to write furiously, while hundreds of human figures appeared on the rice paper.

To the Taoist's left, a book named "Heavenly-Swallowing Demon God Qi" was flipping through its pages with no wind to assist.

"Dad, Qing Yunzi took advantage of the moments when Qing Feng and Ming Yue were deep asleep to sneak down the mountain. He headed straight for the Colorful Tower. Though my cultivation is slightly inferior to his, I have gained some new insights into the art of stealth and concealment. He didn't notice me all the way."

"However, I didn't dare to be too reckless. After Qing Yunzi disguised himself, he entered a private room on the seventh floor of the Colorful Tower. I didn't dare to go inside, so I had to use a secret technique to eavesdrop from afar."

"Interesting, what did you hear?" To Yi Chen, a senior brother was like a father, and he was indeed curious, halting the brush in his hand.

"Uh... Dad, with my limited cultivation, I only heard a voice in the room saying, 'Fairy, I want you to help me with my cultivation...' Then Qing Yunzi stopped talking, and I could only hear the sound of water and occasional playful laughs from a woman."

Yi Chen: "..."

"Forget it, Miao Zi, you don't have to follow Qing Yunzi anymore. Go cultivate on your own, and stop thinking about those wild cats on the back mountain all day."

"You can't even beat Qing Yunzi now. How are you supposed to become the Azure Fierce Beast of my Hidden Dragon Temple?"

"Okay, Dad." With a meow, Miao Zi vanished in a flash of shadow.

Yi Chen gazed deeply toward the direction of the Colorful Tower, heaving a long sigh. He somewhat feared that his master, Bai Yunzi, would scold him in his dreams...

"Damn it, I hope my junior brother doesn't turn into a Seven-Star Ladybug later... Whatever, it's none of my business. He learned it on his own."

Rejecting... questioning... understanding... becoming... surpassing... it's all a process. To rectify one must exceed the norm, and Yi Chen decided to disregard Qing Yunzi for the time being, letting him indulge. If he didn't restrain himself, then Yi Chen would remind him.

"Each one is a handful." Yi Chen slightly closed his eyes, and the back mountain of Falling Dragon Mountain vividly came into view. A phantom eye reflected in all directions, and it was indeed the special ability of Spiritual Guard that Yi Chen had acquired for the sixth time in the Spirit Break Realm.

At that moment, Miao Zi was standing majestically among five wild cats of various forms... Damn it, there was even a tiger on the back mountain.

Yi Chen couldn't help but inhale sharply, greatly shaken by Miao Zi's impressive youth.

Steadying his mind, Yi Chen dived back into his research of the "Heavenly-Swallowing Demon God Qi," a martial scripture reputedly written by the Demon Lord himself. It was a tough practice that was not meant for ordinary people to cultivate as it could easily result in their bodies exploding.

Fortunately, Yi Chengzi was not normal. With his efforts and a little help from Deep Red Points, he had cultivated this technique to a critical juncture.

Once the last five million Deep Red Points were in place, he would be able to push the True Technique to the twenty-first level and achieve the second Breakthrough Limit.

"With about forty days left until the next major celestial anomaly, with the support of Great Qin and supplement from the Demon's Relic, I suspect that even if there's a slight shortfall, it won't be significant."

"However, to truly suppress the world, I'll need a few significant heads as a show of force. The old coffin planks of the Mirage Pavilion sect arriving this time is quite timely."

A fierce killing intent flashed and disappeared in Yi Chen's eyes, then he picked up the brush again and continued writing furiously until the moon was high in the sky. Finally, he stretched lazily and inscribed the words "Mad Demon God Leg."

This was his version of the beggarly street-level martial scripture extracted from the "Heavenly-Swallowing Demon God Qi," comprising fourteen levels. If someone could cultivate this technique to the fourteenth level as he deduced, it would be possible to defeat cultivators in the Qi Refinement Realm with ease.

Under his Yi Chengzi's astonishing wisdom, this martial art had been rid of the flaw of exploding bodies. The only issue was the potential for ending up in a wheelchair or with crippled legs.

Such minor roadblocks were not significant.

One punching technique, one palm technique, one leg technique—these should be enough for the martial artists of the world to digest. Yi Chengzi wasn't a nanny. Having done so much, he had sown the seeds, and naturally, he chose to believe in the wisdom of future generations.

On the fourth day, as the rooster crowed, the world lightened!

A graceful figure and an old general with white hair arrived hand in hand—it was none other than Great Qin's fierce general Wang Jian and the Deputy Director of the Ministry of Justice, Lin Luo, who had come personally to invite him.

Such was the influence of the State Preceptor of Great Qin; as the State Preceptor, he certainly couldn't just grab his bag and scurry over whenever someone sent a message.

"We are greatly reliant on the State Preceptor for this journey. Please!" The white-haired general bowed to Yi Chen crisply.

"Taoist priest, it's been a few days since we last met, yet your elegance remains." Lin Luo's purple hair danced in the wind, her beautiful eyes sparkling with wit as if they could speak.

Yi Chen nodded slightly to the old general Wang Jian and exchanged a few lighthearted words with his fellow Taoist Lin Luo. The three then descended the mountain together and arrived at a military camp.

At that moment, a thousand Iron Armor cultivators with condensed breath had been waiting outside a golden circle for some time. Seeing Yi Chen's arrival, the crowd greeted the State Preceptor with a mountainous roar.