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

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"Boom!"

Kuai Shiren, realizing he was caught red-handed, felt a chill run down his spine. He mustered his mana and the mourning stick in his hand suddenly exploded, turning into a massive cloud of smoke that spread hundreds of meters. At the same time, his figure rapidly retreated, instantly becoming a shadowy figure fleeing into the distance.

"Good thing I made a split-second decision; at least I saved my own skin." A few breaths later, seeing that there were no sounds of pursuit behind him, Kuai Shiren turned to glance at the empty space behind him and couldn't help but let out a deep sigh of relief.

Just as Kuai Shiren was feeling secretly pleased with himself, he suddenly saw stars before his eyes, as if he had run into an impenetrable copper wall and iron barrier, and bright red blood gushed from his nose.

He looked up.

Damn it!

It wasn't a wall; it was the chest of a tall Daoist.

Yi Chen casually grabbed the dirty braid on the forehead of the man with triangular eyes and threw him to the ground.

Boom!

Suddenly, a shallow human-shaped pit appeared on the ground.

"Elder, I'm willing to confess."

Seeing Yi Chen fall like mercury, Kuai Shiren couldn't help but cry out in alarm.

"Ah!"

Crack, the sound of bones breaking and screams followed.

Yi Chen stepped on the knee joint of Kuai Shiren.

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"Elder, I am from the Dragon King Sect. Please show mercy and spare me this time."

Yi Chen didn't answer but silently crushed the other leg of the man on the ground before coldly saying,

"You still have two hands and the leg in the middle; think carefully before you respond."

Kuai Shiren, now fully aware that he was in dire straits, could only respond with a mournful face.

As the man with triangular eyes told his story, Yi Chen began to understand the structure of the Dragon King Sect. For instance, the River Sacrifice who Yi Chen had thrown into the Blackwater River was an outlying member controlled and promoted by the Dragon King Sect.

And the man before him was a member of the Enforcement Hall of the Dragon King Sect.

Those responsible for finances and those responsible for fighting were separate branches with tight organization.

This discovery made Yi Chen's puzzle even more complex.

It was hard to imagine that a demon beast could carry out such meticulous operations.

Yi Chen couldn't help but think of what the white-haired old man, the mayor of Blackwater Town, had said.

Since the last time the officials had hunted the Dragon King, there had been no news of the Black Evil Dragon King.

Damn it, the Black Evil Dragon King can't have run off ages ago, and this Dragon King Sect is just a later party pulling the tiger's skin, can it?

"Damn it!"

This thought made Yi Chen feel as if he was trapped in a failing stock.

He couldn't help but think of the fake religious groups in the name of false gods in his past life.

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"Where is the main altar of your Dragon King Sect?" Yi Chen's thoughts raced, but his expression remained undisturbed.

"Elder, you might as well kill me; dead is dead either way."

Seeing the fear but resolute gaze of the man before him, Yi Chen guessed a part of the truth.

"Then let me rephrase the question. Your Sect Hierarch, is he human or demon, or have you seen the Dragon King?"

"Can I even say that?"

Seeing the man with triangular eyes still trembling like a sieve, Yi Chen reached out with his large hand and activated his memory extraction technique.

As expected, the man with triangular eyes immediately started bleeding from all seven orifices. Yi Chen didn't capture any images, and as soon as he sensed the intrusion, a strange prohibition immediately destroyed the man's soul.

"Spectacular!"

"Truly well trained!"

Such exquisite soul magic made Yi Chen feel his Dragon King shares were about to delist, his face turning as dark as charcoal...

Demon beasts are mostly known for their physical strength, with only a few having innate magical abilities. However, not even among dragon species had Yi Chen heard of any kind possessing proficiency in the secret techniques of soul magic.

"Damn it, I'm so weary."

After leaving a verbal message for the mayor of Blackwater Town, Yi Chen made his way toward Blackwater City.

To uncover the truth, he felt that only by going to Blackwater City, where the fight against the Black Evil Dragon King had taken place, could he find more information.

Great Qin's cities were ranked by mountains—the highest was the capital, Xianyang, with nine peaks on its gate.

The lowest were villages and towns, with only one peak.

Blackwater City was a six-peak city, majestic in its grandeur, with a True Monarch-level expert stationed there. This person was Bai Shan, the True Monarch who had led the charge against the Black Evil Dragon King.

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Yi Chen entered Blackwater City unhurriedly, and naturally, his first stop wasn't to brazenly visit the military camp to seek out Bai Shan.

To say nothing of whether Bai Shan was in the military camp, just the fact that Yi Chen had no official identity and was a man of unknown origin - going there with a brazen face to ask, "True Monarch Bai Shan, when the Black Evil Dragon King was beating you up, did that black snake run away or not?" Given the adversarial relationship between Great Qin's sectarian orders and the Dynasty, Yi Chen did not want to invite such displeasure; his face wasn't quite that thick.

Of course, the most important reason was that such major events were usually recorded in detailed archives in the city, so he didn't need to seek out Bai Shan and cause unnecessary trouble.

Phoenix Court was Blackwater City's scriptorium, covering an area of one acre, towering five stories high.

The bureaucratic system of Great Qin was very mature; historical records were placed in a specially built large building for the court-trained scholars to peruse.

The scriptorium was jointly constructed by various academies, extremely independent, with laws mandating that the yamen regularly transfer certain archives to the scriptorium for filing.

This was also a method of checks and balances, a different kind of work trace.

If an official in the yamen messed up, under the scrutiny of the academy students, it could truly leave an eternal stench of infamy. If there were good practices, naturally, they could also be widely praised and promoted.

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