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

A chill rose from under the feet of Yun Shan's group, shooting straight to the crown of their heads.

It was too fierce, too brutal.

In their perspective, this senior Han's actions were not only astonishing in cultivation but also extremely savage. They didn't realize that Yi Chen opted for such methods in order to personally probe the secrets of this pig-headed monster.

Yi Chen's actions seemed simple, yet uncovering the secrets these pig-headed monsters bore on their bodies was not an easy feat. With his cultivation and the prowess achieved in practicing the way of the flesh, it was only after deep investigation did he sense something amiss about these creatures.

Just because he could do it didn't mean others could. Such keen discovery required profound control over one's physical body, like the Great Strength Bear Demon Fist he left in the Bear Cave, custom-made 2.0 version for bear cubs as his cultivation progressed.

The 1.0 version was naturally within the Clever Bear Cave in the Eastern Continent's Bear Overseer Mountain.

A spark glinted in his eyes, Yi Chen chose not to incinerate the purple flesh lump the size of a soybean in his hand with Extreme Origin, but rather took out a jade bottle and placed it inside.

Then his figure flashed repeatedly, consecutively slicing open the remains of the pig-headed corpses on the ground, searching for the purple flesh lumps.

Rustle.

Rustle.

One after another, the pig-headed monster carcasses were torn apart by Yi Chen. The purple flesh lumps growing inside these creatures weren't all in the same place; one was even cunningly located under the sole of the foot, which made Yi Chen's initial handling a bit more violent, the scene somewhat bloody.

Recalling his earlier slight movement, Yun Shan couldn't help feeling extremely lucky. He quickly transmitted his voice to the two men in black behind him, cautioning them:

"Second brother, third brother, this senior Han must be a ferocious devil who stays hidden from the world, with ruthless and merciless actions. We must not anger this person at any cost."

"Indeed, there are numerous masters in this world. Who knows from where such a vicious devil has emerged."

The two men in black nodded secretly upon hearing this. They too had the same thought, having previously seen the figure before them with a fierce dragon on his back, arms with tiger tattoos, and a waistband with a green ox radiating fierce energy—a disposition of a demonic magnate.

"Yun Shan, could you provide some information about this Rotten Flesh Hall for me?"

"Rest assured, my principle in doing things, as Han Feiyu, is to share the meal with everyone."

"The treasures within this Rotten Flesh Hall, we shall split seventy-thirty," Yi Chen told the disfigured, scar-faced cultivator in a cold voice.

Yi Chen's words were sincere; he truly planned to share the meal with these three. However, what he didn't explicitly say was that after the Yi Taoist had his fill, then they would divide the rest seventy-thirty, with him taking seventy percent.

Well, if anyone died in the process, there would be no compensation.

None of them were good people. In this world, might makes right, and that's the treatment for cannon fodder.

Don't say he's heartless; Yi Taoist has his own reasoning: The treatment is already very generous! ⁽⁽ଘ(˙꒳˙)ଓ⁾⁾

Bear in mind that in his previous life, some cannon fodders earned a monthly wage equivalent to just two hundred bottles of cola. Compared to those big shots, Yi Chen was practically a saint, radiating golden light and all.

As soon as he finished speaking, Yun Shan was immediately caught in an internal struggle. He knew he couldn't get past this point without disclosing something. After some contemplation, he slowly began to narrate.

"When senior Han has spoken to this extent, it would be ignorant for Yun Shan to refuse further."

"However, my knowledge of the Extinction Ruins and this Rotten Flesh Hall is not comprehensive. If there are any omissions or errors, I ask for senior Han's forgiveness."

Yun Shan first gave Yi Chen a preemptive disclaimer before continuing, "The reason I know rather well about this Rotten Flesh Hall is all thanks to a small sect, the Rotuo Sect."

"According to the records of this sect, the Rotten Flesh Hall is extremely strange and brutally dangerous, unpredictable within, filled with many monsters that crave blood."

"The creatures within this hall are never fully eradicated, acting solely on their instincts and desire for flesh, devoid of any reasoning."

"However, when sufficient numbers of cultivators die within, on the altar in the rear hall of the Rotten Flesh Hall, a Blood Gourd will appear."

"This Blood Gourd can then nurture a number of unknown Origin Blood."

"This Origin Blood has endless miraculous uses, nourishing the body and soul, healing injuries, and it can even help one break through to the True Monarch realm."

"Moreover, after feasting, the movements of the monsters within the Rotten Flesh Hall will also become sluggish. So, you see..."

"So you deliberately made a commotion, luring people to this Rotten Flesh Hall, and then purposefully marked it with a red circle to create the illusion of safety. Thus, unsuspecting cultivators drawn by the strange fragrance, consumed by greed, and trapped in illusions would enter the hall?"

Yun Shan remained silent, neither affirming nor denying.

Silence can sometimes be an answer in itself. Yi Chen had no further questions, nor did he inquire about Yun Shan's relationship with the Rotuo Sect. Instead, he exclaimed:

"My friend, you truly have quite the talent~"

Yun Shan's methods weren't particularly clever, merely exploiting information asymmetry and using the predispositions of others for his gain. Even the bait was the naturally emitted strange fragrance of the Rotten Flesh Hall, yet this tactic proved to be astonishingly effective.

Information asymmetry and cognitive biases are indispensable tools for trickery. If not for Yi Chen's own myriad of schemes, even he might have been caught off guard.

"I have another question. How did you manage to transport directly near this Rotten Flesh Hall?" Yi Chen asked, voicing the doubt he kept in his heart.

"Senior Han, it's not difficult, really—just a matter of puncturing a layer of paper. The ancestors of the Rotuo Sect, after numerous investigations and inquiries with fellow cultivators about the Extinction Ruins, eventually discovered a simple trick."

"Then, the location to which the black token transports us to the Extinction Ruins might be random, yet it's not entirely without room for manipulation. For instance, if we were to teleport from a specific region in reality, we could largely increase the likelihood of arriving near the Rotting Flesh Hall."

At this moment, Yi Chen was utterly in awe of the predecessor from the Rotting Lata Sect, truly brave and meticulous, even engaging in data speculation, bold hypotheses, and careful verification.

"The Rotting Lata Sect should not be an unknown entity, why is their reputation not more widespread?" Yi Chen asked, puzzled.

With Yun Shanzi's explanation, Yi Chen also came to understand the reason.

A gambler can win many times, but just one loss can cause severe damage or even make it impossible to recover. The Rotting Lata Sect lost twice in succession, leading directly to the collapse of their sect and a rupture in their lineage of experts.

"Thank you, fellow Daoist, for telling the truth. Let us proceed to the front hall now." Although he knew Yun Shanzi still had many things he hadn't completely revealed, Yi Chen didn't mind and immediately invited Yun Shanzi and his two companions to continue forward.

Yi Chen's gaze remained fixed on the three men, ready to strike decisively if any dared to flee or make a break for it.

Of course, if these three fortune's fools indeed proved lucky enough to tread through thunder unscathed, he wouldn't mind sharing with them some leftover scraps.

The group quickly made their way to the outside of the front hall.

The bold characters for "Gluttony Hall" glaringly entered everyone's sight.

This time, Yun Shanzi understood the rules well, not casting his gaze towards Yi Chen but instead personally and slowly pushing open the vermilion doors of the hall.

The dust-covered doors, seemingly rusted from years of disuse, emitted a continuous creaking sound.

Above the Gluttony Hall was an enormous seven-colored glass bas-relief, depicting the sun, moon, stars, a True Dragon, a heavenly phoenix, and a colossal black lotus pattern.

In the very front of the hall stood a giant statue with a gentle smile and pitch-black color. The statue had a third eye on its brow, and while the lower body was styled after Buddha, the head was that of a pig, similar to the monsters Yi Chen had encountered before, only even more fierce and terrifying.

Beneath the statue were five round dishes, upon which sat sacrifices still steaming with heat; they were a human's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys.

Further above were two black tables with a pair of glaring severed heads on them.

Yi Chen knew that the black color was the result of human blood stained and oxidized.

On either side of the great hall, two rows of various bronze monster statues stood, all grotesque and frightening.

"Han Senior, the predecessors of the Rotting Lata Sect have already figured out a way through; we can offer sacrifices to pass safely through this place."

"The sacrifices needed for passage have already been prepared by us. Place them up there, and we won't anger the creatures within this hall, allowing us to pass through peacefully and head straight to the rear hall to seize that Extreme Origin Blood."

With a flip of his hand, Yun Shanzi suddenly produced four trays, each displaying the five human viscera.

This man's schemes were meticulous, even having made redundant backups, including for Yi Chen.

"So, this is basically a toll fee?" Yi Chen frowned slightly but did not accept the sacrifice that Yun Shanzi handed over, instead saying coldly.

"Senior can understand it that way," Yun Shanzi responded, suddenly startled, unsure of what Yi Chen was implying.

A glint of an unconventional idea flickered through Yi Chen's eyes, thinking it might be worth trying out.

"Yun Shanzi Daoist friend, I wish to take a gamble, even if it means paying a price, it would not be in vain."

"What's the point in craving for that bit of Extreme Origin Blood, licking others' leftovers? Let's first clip the wings of the creatures inside the Rotting Flesh Hall, how about making a big score?"

"Wouldn't that mean getting even more Extreme Origin Blood?"

Yi Chen licked his lips, his expression somewhat ferocious.

"Han Senior, please think thrice about this, it's far too dangerous; we should just honestly take the Extreme Origin Blood and be done with it."

Yun Shanzi's voice trembled slightly, uncertain whether Han Senior was willing to pay the price or not; he felt that they, the three brothers, were most likely going to be the price.

"I have already thought it through thrice, Yun Shanzi Daoist friend, your vision is too narrow."

"The bigger the storm, the more precious the catch. Fortune comes to those who dare."@@novelbin@@

"Let's do this! I have never paid anyone a toll fee before, who the hell does he think he is?"

With a loud bang, the monster statue's offering table suddenly collapsed.

Yi Chen had actually upended their entire setup.

In Yun Shanzi's eyes filled with despair, the hall suddenly began to tremble violently, as if a terrifying evil entity that had been dormant for ages was waking up.

The bronze statues standing on either side of the hall also suddenly opened their eyes, a sinister red glow seeping out from their eye sockets.

"Be careful with those statues, I will take care of the big one," Yi Chen coldly declared.