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

The Jianxie Sect was situated upon Kunxu Mountain, its peaks soaring into the clouds, overlooking the great lands of the Northern Region.

Embraced by twining white clouds and pervasive mist, an ethereal immortal mountain, a large red-crowned crane glided across the sky, stirring ripples in its wake.

The setting sun stained the clouds a deep crimson.

At this moment, at the highest peak of Kunxu Mountain, beneath an odd golden fruit tree, two figures sat facing each other, with a jade chessboard placed between them.

"Ling fellow daoist, it seems you have missed a crucial move," said a beautiful woman with her hair coiled high, her clear eyes outlined sharply in contrast, smiling sweetly. Read exclusive adventures at NovelBin.Côm

The beauty’s eyes curved like glowing fireflies, yet she had a hawkish nose and thin lips, giving her a decidedly dominant appearance.

"Taoist Wusheng truly possesses great skill in chess, I am impressed," said the charming middle-aged man facing Wusheng Sword Mother. He had a lean figure, a goatee, phoenix-shaped eyes, and a face exuding the air of a distinguished scholar. Ling Xudu dropped a white piece in his hand onto the board, sighed deeply, and said.

"Why fret over it, Ling fellow daoist? This game of chess we play upon the mountain is not simply this board before us, but the grand chessboard of the entire world," she said.

"In terms of chess skills, I may indeed surpass you, but when it comes to strategy and wisdom, Wusheng is nowhere near Ling fellow daoist," she added.

"The Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect is one of the sixteen strongest sects in the world, true masters of the Eastern Continent’s chessboard. While my Jianxie Sect can be considered powerful in the Northern Region, no matter how we struggle, we are but a pawn in the game," said the beauty with a slight frown and a wistful sigh.

"Oh? In that case, why has Taoist Wusheng been making so many unusual moves lately?"

"In an era of great contention, no one can remain uninvolved; fence-sitters will ultimately bear the brunt of their inaction. Only by aligning with the powerful can one follow the right path. Despite Wuding Divine Sect’s Tu Lingjun being formidable, his stubborn self-reliance indicates that the future leader of the demonic paths will inevitably be the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect," she replied.

"My Jianxie Sect greatly admires the might of the Holy Sect and wishes to follow in its trail. We will look to the Holy Sect for commands and regard its directives as supreme," the beauty declared.

"Of our sect’s gains, we are willing to offer up fifty percent to the higher sect, to demonstrate our sincerity," she proposed.

Upon hearing this, the goateed scholar’s phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. He pondered for a few seconds before inquiring:

"So what’s the price, Taoist Wusheng?"

The woman with the hawkish nose did not respond immediately but gestured with her hand invitingly, took a sip of her tea, and then said:

"Quite simple, my Jianxie Sect merely has two modest requests," she started.

"First, the higher sect should help our Constellation Sword Alliance become the head of the Northern Region and ward off other covetous powers."

"Second, I want the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect’s Secret Technique for spirit subjugation," she said.

The Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect was one of the six top-tier sects in the demonic paths of the Eastern Continent, with Dao Mastery experts at its heart.

Those born of this sect refer to themselves as the people of the Holy Sect. Their mystical and arcane methods within are potent enough to control spirits, refine puppet corpses, and even foster those who would cultivate themselves into holy puppets.

Their secret technique for spirit subjugation is unique to the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect—to bind and subdue spirits, gradually refining them, seizing their essence to enhance oneself.

This method is exceedingly hazardous, akin to walking on a tightrope. Those without sufficient talent who force themselves to cultivate it end up either mentally deranged or exploding into death.

Yet the rewards it offers are immense, and within the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect, only some True Disciples are permitted to learn it.

Hearing Wusheng Sword Mother’s two demands, the goateed scholar’s pupils widened slightly, and a rueful smile appeared on his face:

"Fellow daoist demands a king’s ransom. The technique of spirit subjugation is not something that I, Ling, can monopolize. Taoist Wusheng, we have known each other for a hundred years. Why not heed a word of advice from me?"

Ling Xudu was the Sect Master Chen Haichao’s closed-door disciple, deeply trusted by him. Puzzled, he gazed at the slender sword carried on the back of the beautiful woman, then slowly put forth his own conditions.

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A kilometer from the front of Kunxu Mountain.

On a massive black boulder, the three blood-red characters of "Jianxie Sect" appeared distinctly, as if infused with an inexplicable malevolent force that devoured souls, with even the gatekeeping disciples keeping several meters away from the stone involuntarily.

At the moment, nine disciples dressed in red stood proudly at the entrance of the mountain gate, conversing with one another.

"Brother Li, our Jianxie Sect is truly impressive this time. Who would have thought that the sect master would invite the esteemed Ling Xudu of the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect up the mountain? With the sect master’s methods, she surely does not enter any battle unprepared," one of them said. @@novelbin@@

Brother Li, with a purple sword embroidered on his sleeve, nodded modestly upon hearing this.

Ever since the sect master established the Constellation Sword Alliance, numerous experts have visited to pay their respects, including some True Monarchs of great renown. Even these exalted True Monarchs treated the gatekeeping disciples courteously, with some even offering generous gifts and imparting cultivation insights.

All this was due to the ascendancy of the Jianxie Sect Master Wusheng Sword Mother to the True Monarch realm after integrating a spiritual ghost into her sword.

Those close to power believe they possess it themselves.

After hosting four or five visiting True Monarchs, the gatekeeping disciples at the Qi Refinement Realm had begun to look down upon even the True Person Realm experts.

Brother Li kept his arrogant gaze on a True Person Realm Loose Cultivator intending to join the Constellation Sword Alliance, about to say more when suddenly,

the sounds of wind and thunder rolled through heaven and earth.

In the skies above, an imposing, robust Daoist was approaching, riding the wind

before him, his voice could be heard.

His lofty verses echoed between the heavens and the earth:

"Who would believe in the untold destinies we meet,

Now manifesting their names and tracks?

It is Hidden Dragon that slays the wicked,

Cultivating Pure Yang to the ultimate,

Soaring into the vast sky with one leap,

Steadily emerging from the sea of blood, standing with hands behind his back amid the clouds,

After the rain, basking in the sunset’s glowing red."