Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

Starry night.

The geese were flying south, marking the deep autumn season.

Hundreds of miles from the spiritual city of Linggui, lay the Blackwind Canyon.

The vast ochre earth was riddled with dry, hardened cracks, a sight of desolation.

Blackwind Canyon seemed like a scar upon the earth, quietly sprawled over the yellow plains, occasionally swept by the lonesome autumn wind, that screamed and howled as it whipped past the rock faces.

Within the deep recesses of the canyon, the walls of a fissure were pocked with irregular holes of varying sizes, resembling a honeycomb.

"Finally... I've finally escaped, fortunately I was prepared in advance, otherwise it wouldn't have been so easy this time."

"For this treasure, I, Long Que, almost lost my life."

"But it was all worth it."

A man with a resolute face and dark red complexion glanced greedily at a jade-colored armor in his hand, and after admiring it for a moment, he put it into his storage ring.

With a great wave of his hand, he destroyed the formation in the cave, then walked towards the exit, disappearing into the thick night with the swiftness of a hawk.

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"Life and death are but a gentle push,

"All forms of beauty are cherished,

"The mirror unstained though the dragons stir,

"Today relies on the seeds one sows,

"The sutras in hand, their essence in heart,

"The Black Evil Dragon King fulfills my dream."

Under the azure sky, a burly Daoist hummed a tune from his hometown and strode along the mountain path. In a flash, he appeared a hundred meters away, eerie as a ghost.

A peculiar little black cat stood erect on the Daoist's shoulder, swaying a foxtail grass with the rhythm of the song as if it was waving a glow stick in the air.

This burly Daoist was naturally Yi Chen.

True Monarch Xiao Tian and a few other senior flatterers had not ended up with everything they desired. Instead, they bid farewell and departed three days after Yi Chen killed Hei Mietian.

According to Zhen Ruan, some even received a "friend card."

Yi Chen also left the Hehuan Sect the morning after his last dance with Zhen Ruan.

Having the heads of Hei Mietian and his subordinates should ensure peace for the next few decades without trouble.

Before leaving the Hehuan Sect, Yi Chen specifically asked Sect Master Qinyun about places in the Northern Region plagued by demons and their power levels.

For a sect with a thousand-year legacy like Hehuan Sect, investigating the more infamous demon-infested areas of the Northern Region was as easy for Sect Master Qinyun as reaching for his navel—effortless.

According to the information from Hehuan Sect, the Black Evil Dragon King was a suitable target for his journey.

What use was envy of Yuan Jun's powerful cultivation? One must take action to become stronger than Yuan Jun, to avenge the humiliation of being touched on the head and chest twice.

Furthermore, Mr. Lu Xun had once said relying on others is the culture of the weak; as a vigorous Daoist, Yi Chen naturally had to take the initiative.

"Dad, I love to speak the truth, you sing really well," said Miao Zi, complimenting after the song ended in Yi Chen's mind.

"Miao Zi, don't imitate the way I talk!"

"Dad, where are we going?"

"Let me see, our destination is Heishui River, but on the way there is a Tang family restaurant in Linggui City that your second mother mentioned has excellent flavor, known as Food God Building. I'll take you there to enjoy a meal and broaden your horizons."

"Alright, Dad, I can smell the scent of blood Fuling."

"Well done, my son, I will add a fish for you later."

"Charge, charge, charge~" Miao Zi excitedly hopped off Yi Chen's shoulder.

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Evening, the setting sun like molten gold.

Linggui City, a mountain city, stood majestic with continuous high walls, like a green serpent winding across the undulating ridges.

Beneath the city walls, at the city gates, two groups of fully armed, armored men eyed the passersby with predatory gazes.

Caravans, carts, peddlers, and porters passed through the city gates in an endless stream.

"Halt, where do you come from? Do you have a pass?" The armed men intercepted several ox carts, their sharp gazes sweeping over the group.

"Sir, we come from Heishui City; of course, we have a pass," replied the leader of the ox cart group, a middle-aged man with a stony face wearing a worn-out blue silk robe, as he respectfully presented the pass with both hands.

"Move along."

"Next."

With a slight tremor of his mana, Yi Chen passed through the gates, surrounded by the awed gazes of the armed men.

This was Great Qin; Yi Chen had done his homework during his time at the Hehuan Sect.

Ordinary people who traveled through the country needed a pass issued by the local authorities; otherwise, they were considered fugitives, subject to arrest and hard labor.

But that was unnecessary for those with cultivation; such was the privilege.

Want that privilege? Want to change your fate?

Go to a local school. Great Qin had a robust official education system, with teachers arriving every half a month to teach the scriptures—with no discrimination—your awakening and comprehension depending wholly on your own talent and wisdom.

Alternatively, join the army and earn your place through valor.

After all, no matter the world, the condition of those at the bottom is never good; that's an iron law.

In such an oppressive social environment, each class pressing down on the one below, the official cultivators of Great Qin were all fierce and skilled in combat.

Winding his way through the bustling streets, with flags flying high, Yi Chen asked a passerby for directions before heading towards the Tang family restaurant.

Turning a street corner, a quaint, three-story restaurant appeared before him, its flag with the inscription "Tang Family Restaurant" fluttering boldly out front.

"Honorable guest, what kind of spiritual materials would you like to eat?"

"Our signature dishes are steamed lamb, steamed bear's paws, steamed deer tails, roasted flower duck, roasted chick, roasted gosling, roasted pig, roasted duck, marinated chicken, cured meat, pine flower, tiny tripe, assorted Su platter." Upon sitting down by a window on the second floor, an attentive waiter promptly approached.