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

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The reasons were all prepared. When Qin Yun releases the news that the Hehuan Sect wants to refine an evil treasure and needs to purchase these oddities in large quantities, it couldn’t be more reasonable.

The most cunning part is, the wealth he spends on these resources is actually given to him by the cultivators present. Yi Taoist doesn’t spend a dime and even makes a profit.

The ultimate level of taking advantage is plucking the wool without letting the sheep bleat. Everyone in the venue is shrewd, and even with Yi Chen’s hardened heart, he can’t achieve such a level, but making the sheep bleat less, Yi Taoist can easily manage that.

Trade, let the resources start flowing.

With the massive resources he receives each year, if he buys up ominous items or information at a higher price, won’t the resources circulate back? Everyone gets what they need, and plucking the wool won’t be so painful then. The various sects will have no choice but to serve him earnestly then.

If you don’t do it, there are plenty of sects that will. Roll them all up, and by controlling both the highest martial power and the redistribution rights, Yi Chen will have the highest power within the Hidden Dragon Alliance, and then he can focus solely on people and combat power.

Moreover, such actions have another advantage. By buying up evil spirits through stable channels at high prices, he can also cultivate a group of interest groups within the sects,

At that time, heh heh, to protect their interests, even if someone secretly wants to overturn the Hidden Dragon Alliance, these cultivators who have profited from trading with the Hehuan Sect would be the first to disagree. This is the Secret Technique of stirring chaos, cultivation, differentiation, and checks and balances.

"Everyone’s presence at today’s banquet is an honor for the Hehuan Sect, and I am delighted. I’ll toast to you all first."

Yi Chen picked up his cup and took a modest sip.

Instantly, everyone responded with humble protestations, lifting their cups and downing their drinks, some even inverting their cups to show that not a drop remained.

"Nowadays, the world is undergoing strange changes, and many affairs are tumultuous. As a poor Daoist, I still have some strength and wish to establish the Hidden Dragon Alliance to protect this region."

"Today, there are thirty-six sects present. The eighteen sects that were extinguished half a month ago, I, the poor Daoist, will take seventy percent of their wealth. Those eighteen sects, if they wish to join my Hidden Dragon Alliance, must contribute twenty percent of their wealth to the alliance each year." @@novelbin@@

"Those who came later to join my Hidden Dragon Alliance will give up two and a half percent of their wealth each year. Everyone, please think it over. If someone from the previous eighteen sects is unwilling, they can now transfer that seventy percent of their wealth to my Hehuan Sect and leave.

The spot will be given to the eighteenth sect that agrees first. If anyone is interested in the destroyed sects’ locations, they may also bid for them."

"The world is rough these days, and I, the poor Daoist, have my limitations. Now my Hidden Dragon Alliance can have a maximum of thirty-six sects joining in. Everyone, please discuss among yourselves. If there are any doubts, all alliance details can be inquired about with our Sect Master Qinyun."

After saying all this, Yi Chen no longer spoke and focused on his dazzling meal.

Being the big brother, his job was to set strategies and directions. He naturally wouldn’t come down to haggle over details.

Firstly, it would be too demeaning, and secondly, it left room for him to maneuver. He just needed to control the rules and the ultimate power of interpretation.

The owner of Wangyue Tower had already found out that this Supreme Elder of the Hehuan Sect enjoyed fine cuisine. He put in great effort and used countless resources to continuously bring dish after dish of precious ingredients to his table. Two stunningly beautiful young women in thin garments ceaselessly served him food, occasionally ’accidentally’ brushing against him with a big persimmon, in a willing and accommodating manner.

"The cultivators really know how to enjoy life," Yi Chen thought to himself in this moment, experiencing the joy of being catered to down to every last hair.

In the past, he had to go out to seek gourmet foods, but now at the banquet, he even saw the mushroom hotpot from Shanyue City’s Bazhenge.

Compared to various spiritual ingredients, this mushroom hotpot was the most ordinary dish on the table.

Yi Chen glanced at the dishes on the tables of the others below, which were clearly a notch or two lower than his, even the size of the terrapin in his terrapin soup was bigger than those in others’ bowls.

"The owner of Wangyue Tower really put thought into this. Maybe after the busy time, I should meet with him?"

Having the power to dominate the city of Xuangui in Great Qin and forcing other forces to stay away, the energy behind the owner of Wangyue Tower was indeed extraordinary, and at that moment, Yi Chen became somewhat interested.

The negotiation inside the building continued, but the maids who were serving Yi Chen had been replaced. It wasn’t at Yi Chen’s request, but because those maids with only superficial cultivation were getting tired arms.

The spiritual meal made of special sea beasts was tough, giving them a hard time cutting it piece by piece.

It wasn’t until the stars were out at night that the negotiations inside concluded, and the Hidden Dragon Alliance was officially established.

"In my life, I have accumulated countless merits. I," the poor Daoist, "deserve it!" Yi Chen, well-fed and satisfied, patted his belly contentedly and left.

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Outside a beautiful secluded courtyard in Xuangui City, a tall Daoist and a graciously attractive lady stood side by side.

The evening breeze was particularly enticing tonight. The soft wind fluttered the hem of Sect Master Qinyun’s aqua-colored dress, occasionally revealing a glimpse of her fair, straight and enticing legs.

"Supreme Elder, let’s go back."

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"The Supreme Elder has worked tirelessly recently; tonight, let’s properly relax," Sect Master Qinyun playfully winked, her eyes clear and bright as tranquil autumn waters.

At this moment, the expression of Sect Master Qinyun was exceedingly relaxed, as if she had put down a thousand-pound weight, her graceful demeanor laced with a touch of liveliness.

This...isn’t suitable, is it~

Upon hearing these words, Yi Chen’s body stiffened slightly, his pupils shook, and he awkwardly turned his head away.

Seeing Yi Chen’s rare blush, Sect Master Qinyun’s cheeks also turned the color of rosy white jade.

"Supreme Elder, please go back, Ruan’er has indeed just arrived tonight."

"Ah?"

"That’s great, I didn’t expect Ruan’er to be here as well, and I have a gift for her."

After killing Wusheng Sword Mother, Yi Chen had obtained three Spirit-connecting Golden Fruits from her storage ring that could help one breakthrough to the True Monarch realm, which were perfect for the nun, Ruan’er, and his junior brother Qing Yunzi.

Fighting every day, Yi Taoist really needed to relax properly.

This night, Yi Chen was filled with unyielding battle intent!

From time to time, faint sounds of yearning and affection could be heard from a certain room in the garden.

’Taoist, stop hitting.’

For a moment, the crescent moon in the night sky hid behind the clouds, as if shy.

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A few days earlier.

In an ancient and quaint little town bustling with people and brimming with the smoke of domestic life,

At that moment, at a street-side noodle stall with fluttering signs, a stunning woman wearing a peach blossom mask and with a bulging chest unceremoniously sat down on a somewhat greasy stool.

Even though her face couldn’t be seen, passers-by on the street couldn’t help but steal glances at her.

The noodle shop owner was a simple and honest fellow, serving noodles to other customers while occasionally sneaking peeks at the peach blossom masked lady.

Undisturbed by the attention, Yuan Jun laughed openly and said, "Shopkeeper, business is good, huh."

"I’ll have a bowl of beef noodles, hold the noodles~"

Shopkeeper:"....."

"Customer, this..."

"Just kidding with you, hurry up and serve it~" Seeing the shopkeeper’s embarrassed scene, Yuan Jun couldn’t help but let out a silvery laugh, as if she found something very amusing.

Soon, a steaming, fragrant bowl of beef noodles topped with green onions was placed before Yuan Jun.

Looking at the bowl of noodles, Yuan Jun picked up her chopsticks and started picking out all the green onions.

"Sorry, I didn’t know you didn’t like green onions; shall I cook another bowl for you?" the shopkeeper asked kindly, rubbing his hands together.

"Eh, no need, this isn’t made right. It’s nowhere as tasty as the one Xiao Lang made." Remembering the beef noodles that man made when she left the carefree realms, Yuan Jun licked her lips, and a cute, tongue-sticking-out emoji-like image appeared on the peach blossom mask.

"But still, thanks to Dugu Xiong of the Supreme Elder of Hehuan Sect for making noodles for Yuan Jun."

"Dugu Xiong, the array you set up is quite good; it looks just like the real thing, very interesting, I nearly didn’t notice it~"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a pair of smiling eyes appeared on the peach blossom mask, and the pedestrians on the street suddenly stopped in their tracks, gazing uniformly in Yuan Jun’s direction, as if petrified, casting a mysterious atmosphere over the scene.