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

Just before this, as he slowly brought forth the Pure Yang Heavenly Gate, he unexpectedly felt that within the Pure Yang Heavenly Gate, something alien was gestating, seeming to have a great connection with the next level of his Cultivation Technique.

Unfortunately, his current strength was insufficient, and he could not successfully bring it to fruition, which indeed made him quite uncomfortable.

"Really, human greed knows no bounds, with one more level of cultivation, I dare to challenge Yuan Jun!" Yi Chen sneered in his heart, and before he knew it, he had already arrived at the Honghu Bieyuan.

He shook his head with a smile, just as he pushed the door and entered, Miao Zi’s joyful voice emerged at the bottom of his heart.

"Dad, you’re back, she stopped moving."

"Damn, Miao Zi, have you gone crazy, even with electricity, you’re drooling!"

"Dad, don’t worry, I know my limits, definitely won’t electrocute her to death, sizzle!"

Yi Chen looked at Qin Qingyun’s rigid body once again jolted by electricity as she was already unconscious, and he couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle inside.

Miao Zi, what kind of hellish ’Yu Zhang’ thunder technique is this? Even the king of hell, after waking up from a morning nap, would find himself dropping to number two on the list.

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In Wuyi Alley, Yi Chen handed a jade box containing "Xuan Bi Creation True Scripture" and "Heaven and Earth Divine Gate Energy" to Prince Jing with a smile.

"Your Highness, the scriptures are fully returned."

"So quickly? Master Yi Cheng, there is no need to rush so, even if you contemplate peacefully for three to five days, with my abilities, I can still cover up this matter, in this scant less than two hours, how much true meaning could Master Yi Cheng perceive?" Prince Jing raised his eyebrows, his face showing surprise.

"Your highness, you don’t understand, whether I would or wouldn’t know once I begin, with my abilities, two hours, they suffice," Yi Chen chuckled and shook his head, releasing his disciple Qin Qingyun from his restriction, "My good disciple insisted on meeting Your Highness, so I brought Qing Yun along, she has a few words she wants to tell Your Highness."

"Dad, I don’t want to take this person as a master, this person is so audacious that he dared to let Uncle Miao electrocute me, you must help me seek justice, Uncle Miao is inhuman!"

Qin Qingyun cried and narrated all her miserable experiences, only to see her father’s face suddenly turn livid with rage.

"Shut up! Daring to spout nonsense and falsely accuse others, do you know how much effort your father has put into getting Master Yi Cheng to accept you as a disciple? This is a blessing many seek but never get.

Master Yi Cheng, feel free to discipline her, as long as you don’t beat her to death, you can beat her close to it, this girl is getting more outrageous by the day, daring to speak nonsense without a single scar on her body."

"Dad! Master is skilled in healing, no!"

Amid the rebellious girl Qin Qingyun’s cries and screams, she was carried away laughing by Yi Chen from Jingzhu Dongtian.

Laughable. After breaking into the eighteenth level of True Technique, it only took a small expenditure of his essence to balance Yin and Yang and pull Qin Qingyun back from a death-like state. Stay updated with NovelBin.Côm

The essence he expended was so minimal it couldn’t even be considered a drop in the ocean, merely the tip of the hair on a drop, the knife isn’t sharp and the person is thin, disciple, what do you have to compete with your master!

"Qing Yun, you’re too rebellious and self-willed, Prince Jing offered a generous gift, hoping I would take you on as a disciple and properly discipline his daughter. Having taken the money, I must do the job, you wouldn’t make it difficult for me, would you?"

"I am not like your previous teachers who are people of Great Qin, mild in their methods. That year, amidst heavy snowfall, I, only eight years old, dared to battle with four vicious dogs, and defeated them."

"I tell you this so you understand that I am not from a kind and good family. Understand? If you don’t want to go to Honghu Bieyuan with me, then stay by His Highness’s side. If your cultivation progress later does not satisfy me, I will have Uncle Miao give you some extra lessons."

Leveraging the rhetorical art of "China wins by thrashing Brazil, and China wins when China is defeated by Brazil," Yi Chen fiercely relayed stories of his past to the rebellious girl, perfectly concealing the reality that he almost got bitten to death by dogs.

"You know in your heart what kind of progress you ought to have, with the full support provided by Prince Jing and your talent."

Justice that is unpredictable is authority that’s immeasurable, fooling a rebellious little darling was but child’s play to Yi Chen, and only after Qin Qingyun timidly nodded her agreement did he leave in high spirits.

Prince Jing was decent, the first item on the gift list he gave was a jar of Golden Thunder Bamboo Liquor, he was very generous.

His Highness is generous, and for this Yi Chengzi couldn’t possibly neglect his duties. Although he was unable to teach Qin Qingyun cultivation, he certainly had the strength and means to inspire her to strive for improvement.

Moreover, he had a trump card, if his words weren’t clear, he could just let Miao Zi handle it—the King of Hell himself had Miao Zi tattooed on his back~

After collecting his emotions, Yi Chen bypassed the Ming Xiang Tower, which was very popular among immortals, and returned to the Honghu Courtyard. He silently adjusted his projectile path before he pushed the door open with one hand.

As soon as the door opened, his muscles tensed up abruptly, and the hand that had been adjusting the projectile path stealthily moved away.

"Damn, Yuan Jun, what brings you here?"

At this moment in his room, a woman wearing a peach blossom mask was brewing tea. It had reached the shaking fragrance, entering the sea stage.

"What, Xiao Lang, you’re showing Yuan Jun how it’s done?" A familiar voice came through again as Yuan Jun, with one foot playfully kicking her shoe, rested it across her other leg, shaking incessantly without dropping the embroidered shoe, though it was always a hair’s breadth away from doing so.

Zhan Ming, Luo Die, Gui Yi, please serve the tea.

With a satisfied invitation, Yuan Jun motioned with her empty hand, and the tea master appeared: "All right, Xiao Lang, come and try Yuan Jun’s tea artistry. Even the Heavenly Master praised it unceasingly."

Yi Chen, looking at the murky tea with half a bug sunken at the bottom of the bowl, couldn’t help but point at the tea and tremble as he said, "The Heavenly Master praised it after drinking it?"

"Yuan Jun, did you put the bug in there on purpose or by accident?"

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Deep in the dense forest of Mount Taiwu, a beautiful female cultivator wearing the mask of Du’e Star Lord traveled carelessly forward, with a fiery red squirrel on her shoulder happily gnawing on a pine nut, occasionally squeaking to signal the direction of hidden spiritual herbs in the mountain.

"Squeak, squeak."

After pocketing a soul-sucking grass that was over a thousand years old, a smile emerged on the Star Lord’s masked face.

For some reason, her luck had flourished like blooming flowers these past few years, with countless good fortune coming her way. Even on her way to the Great Qin Legal Assembly, she had stumbled upon several millennium-old spiritual herbs.

The soul-sucking grass was especially a superb auxiliary material she needed to refine a Soul-Nurturing Great Pill. If she could also acquire Star Flowers and gather the ingredients needed to refine the Soul-Nurturing Pill, it could help her make the initial form of Dao Mastery and increase her chances by ten to twenty percent.

"This really is a treasure land, but the Great Qin Legal Assembly is about to convene, and I cannot delay any longer." As the Du’e Star Lord stretched and showed off her fair navel and abdomen, she was about to leave when suddenly the little squirrel on her shoulder squeaked even more fiercely.

"What? There is an even better treasure not far ahead?"

Seeing the intense reaction of the fiery red squirrel, the eyes of Du’e Star Lord lit up, and she immediately followed the squirrel’s direction.

After winding through several turns, she came to a foggy valley with a naturally occurring formation that cloaked perception, and a thin wisp of white smoke emerging from a cave entrance. The Du’e Star Lord conjured a pale green shield with her hand signals and boldly walked into the mist.

After about the time it takes to drink a pot of tea, the cave came to an end, and from a huge black stone egg, thin white mist oozed out.

About a dozen radiant, star-like immortality herbs that looked like orchids stood perkily in front of the giant stone egg.

"This... is this the Star Flower?" A look of ecstasy appeared on the face of the Du’e Star Lord.

Just as she took out a jade shovel and was about to go harvest the flowers, a massive crack suddenly split open in the giant stone egg, revealing a strange python about five or six meters long, showing its translucent gray-black back. Its cold eyes held a mocking glint, and as it opened its gaping mouth, the Du’e Star Lord suddenly felt darkness envelop her.

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"Whether it was on purpose or not isn’t important, just give it a taste!" Yuan Jun urged him to drink the tea when suddenly her expression turned serious.

"Xiao Lang, the Du’e Star Lord is dead!"