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

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Everything in the world is constantly developing and changing, so we must look at problems from a developmental perspective.

For example, some people might weigh over a thousand pounds one second and barely a hundred grams the next.

In the last moments of her life, Xiang Feiyan trembled all over, fearfully gazing at the immensely virile man before her.

"Truly, boring."

"The lady has good taste, but I don't like the way you do things, little girl," Yi Chen said with disdain.@@novelbin@@

"But it doesn't matter; just be more careful in your next life."

Yi Chen stretched lazily, slowly getting up, his meal now inedible.

With his mental intimidation, Xiang Feiyan was now unable to move even a fingertip.

At Yi Chen's signal, Pipi Bao first dragged the handsome young master out, then deftly scooped out Xiang Feiyan's heart, as skilled as an African brother, albeit with a slight difference in what was being dug out. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire

In the blazing flames, the corpse was consumed.

"Senior, I am the son of the City Lord of Shanyue City. Xiang Feiyan stirred up trouble, and her death by your hand is a blessing for Shanyue's people. To express my gratitude, I have instructed my people to prepare some modest wine at home, and I invite you to do us the honor," said a noble young man with enthusiastic eyes, bowing and addressing Yi Chen.

Seeing this scene, another nobleman said eagerly, "Innkeeper, put the senior's meal on my tab."

"The senior has no interest in your favor."

"Innkeeper, there is no need for change."

Yi Chen slapped two bars of gold onto the table and mounted Pipi Bao. With a leap through the window, he sped toward the city's exit.

If he did not leave soon, a crowd would come to ingratiate themselves with him, which would be annoying to death.

With his current level of cultivation, countless people were looking to make progress from him.

A middle-aged man with a goatee watched Yi Chen disappear into the distance, his expression as constipated as could be. He looked at the two bars of gold left on the table, words failing him.

After Yi Chen left, the innkeeper turned to the noble young man: "How do you wish to proceed, young master?"

"Since the senior has already refused, why do you ask me? Hmph! Get lost!" With a sweep of his wide sleeves, the noble young man stormed off.

"What was that innkeeper's last look about? What a presumptuous fellow. Barely a third of my meal had been eaten before it was interrupted, and paying half isn't generous enough?" Yi Chen grumbled, frowning.

However, he was always magnanimous and chose to forgive the man.

What he did not know was that this month, including the innkeeper, the big boss Huang Sanlang had slashed the wages of all his staff by thirty percent. Had Yi Chen known this, he would have definitely taken care of that skinflint Huang first.

Trying to save money for himself by skimping on Yi Chen's merit, was there no law left?

"Pipi Bao, charge!

"Destination, the Barren Stone Hills!" The scenery outside the city swept past him as Yi Chen rode away, his expression solemn, already planning the search for a place to go into secluded cultivation.

Since this trip had been unexpectedly disrupted, it was best to call it off.

Yin Manor would arrive unexpectedly within ten days, so for safety's sake, finding a secluded and quiet place was best.

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Surrounded by white clouds and shrouded in fog, there towered a lofty immortal mountain.

In the evening, the setting sun dyed the sea of clouds a deep crimson, with the occasional immortal crane flying past in the sky.

At this moment, beneath the tallest of the five mountain peaks, resembling five fingers, a huge stone stands tall, inscribed with the words "Wuding Divine Sect."

The characters, blood-red, were carved deeply into the stone, gleaming brilliantly in the golden light of the sunset.

At the top of the mountain peak.

Inside a towering hall, Wuding's True Monarch, Tu Lingjun, stood with hands clasped behind his back in front of a massive golden mirror.

Within the mirror, the face of Hidden Dragon disturbingly appeared.

"Disciple, are you saying that you stumbled into the Central Continent and discovered that the place has become extremely weak?" Tu Lingjun asked.

"Yes, Master. The cultivators of the Central Continent are envious of talent and suffer from corruption within. The upper echelons indulge in pleasures and internal strife. Such a treasure land, bestowed upon us by heaven – failing to take it is to suffer the consequences," Hidden Dragon replied, standing atop an island, surrounded by large stones, with a page of a golden tome slowly burning before him. Somehow, he had managed to contact Wuding's True Monarch.

"Master, what you don't know is that the younger generation in the Central Continent is extremely weak. Only that Yi Chengzi from Hidden Dragon Temple caught my eye; the rest are all pretenders," Hidden Dragon continued, unable to suppress his anger upon mentioning this. It was only after a thorough investigation that he realized it wasn't that the demon spawn were too good for nothing, rather that Yi Chengzi was an anomaly on the Dragon-Tiger List.

Thinking back to the terrifying purple-golden figure he had faced, even though much time had passed, a chill still lingered in Hidden Dragon's heart. He was shocked yet somehow also relieved to hear of Yi Chen's ambush.

The moment this thought emerged, Hidden Dragon felt a flush of shame on his face.

In his life, Hidden Dragon had never been weaker than anyone. Having such a thought meant he was admitting fear of that man.

Clearing his mind of distractions, Hidden Dragon put aside his inner turmoil.

Given his insights and level of cultivation, he understood that Yi Chengzi might not truly be dead after the battle at Seven Martial Peak.

"If you, brother Taoist, have not perished, I, Hidden Dragon, shall meet you with my Qingwang Spear in hand, to vindicate my honor," Hidden Dragon solemnly vowed, his recent insights and fortuitous encounters driving his cultivation to the mid-stage of approaching the Dao, marking rapid progress.

If he were now in Eastern Continent, face-to-face with his former formidable rival, he would stand unafraid.

"You are mistaken, disciple; the waters of Central Continent are not as simple as you think," Tu Lingjun gently admonished.

"That land of Central Continent often produces prodigious talents, beyond common reasoning."

"Take, for example, that exceptional female immortal, Yue... but never mind, why do I speak to you of this." Tu Lingjun suddenly stopped himself.

How could he tell his disciple, who adored him like a deity, that he had once crossed the ocean, challenge everyone, and nearly been killed by that Yue Qingping?

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