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

"Haha, fake, all fake, I've broken through, I win!"

Watching Yi Chen leave, Gui Erchun looked foolish, hopping and skipping towards the distance. Under the dazzling sun, his green-onion colored robe became even more radiant.

Just at that moment, suddenly two tall figures appeared in front of him.

"Gui Daoist, where are you going? Having signed a life contract, don't you think you can just leave without serving Great Qin for two hundred years?"

"Such petty cunning, you really shouldn't embarrass yourself in front of us. If you truly have gone mad, I do have a few methods to help Daoist Gui recover a bit..."

A black-robed cultivator pointed coldly at a pile of black feces not far away.

It was a large pile, emitting faint white steam, obviously very fresh, likely excreted by a spiritual beast carried by a cultivator.

While Gui Erchun was still humming nonsense, another black-robed cultivator said with a face that couldn't bear to watch, "Daoist Gui, stop trying to bluff your way out. Even if you eat it, we won't let you leave."

"We have plenty of this kind of stuff that can help Daoist Gui regain your memories very well."

After half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, one to his left and one to his right, the two black-robed cultivators took the despondent Gui Erchun away from the crowd, prompting murmurs among the other cultivators who didn't expect him to have gambled so heavily.

Gui Erchun's signature green-onion colored robe was, in their small inner circle in Taiwu City, somewhat famous.

Although they had also lost quite a bit, it was still within an acceptable range for them, not enough to bankrupt them.

Seeing Gui Daoist faring so poorly, they felt suddenly relieved.

The world is hard to fathom, with two sides to every story. While some fret, others rejoice. As the black-robed cultivators led Gui Erchun away, frenzied laughter erupted from within the crowd.

"Haha, everyone, tonight's drinks at Mingxiang Lou will be on me, Wu Mingzi. You're all welcome to join for a drink," called out the source of the laughter, who was none other than the person who had sought advice at Mingxiang Lou earlier.

"Congratulations, Wu Daoist, looks like you've earned quite a bit. With your record of ten bets and nine wins, is there any secret you could share with us? How were you so sure that Lord Tan Lang would thoroughly defeat the Blood Spirit True Monarch?" someone curiously asked, bowing his hands as he probed the crowd.

"Hehe, it's not difficult to explain, and it all boils down to our friend Gui Daoist who was taken away. The bet I saw was not between Lord Tan Lang and the Blood Spirit True Monarch, but rather between myself and the Gui Daoist who was taken away."

"That day at Mingxiang Lou, when I saw Daoist Gui drinking alone, I took note. After some inquiring, I found out Daoist Gui had a continuous string of bad luck, never winning a single time, which was simply inconceivable.

There were many speculations about the final battle of the assembly, and even I wasn't sure. That's when I had the idea to quietly follow after Gui Daoist and bet the opposite of whatever he wagered on. Unexpectedly, it settled the match, and I won more than all my previous gains combined."

Wu Zhenzi stroked his goatee and eagerly shared his strategy with everyone, which was so unconventional that it left the audience gasping in amazement.

After a moment, couldn't help but sigh, "In the past, Hidden Dragon Taoist took the lead at the Great Qin Legal Assembly, and now Wu Zhenzi astounds us with his ingenuity. The Dao Sect of our Eastern Continent is truly rich in talent!"

"Haha, I'm flattered. Hidden Dragon Taoist is truly a man I admire," Wu Zhenzi said with a flash of intrigue in his eyes. He then bowed to the surrounding cultivators, "Why don't we go now and study the 'Xuanbi Creation Scriptures'? As the saying goes, one can polish jade with stones from other hills; many Daoists have already taken a step ahead of us."

Following Wu Zhenzi's gaze, they saw Lin Luo, who had quietly landed on the city wall of Taiwu City with the scriptures in her hands. As she formed hand seals, the scriptures in her hands suddenly floated up and shone brightly. With the purple-haired girl's hands flickering through the air, large characters slowly appeared in the sky.

"Wandering alone beyond the common crowd, in quiet dimness, enduring since ancient times.

Without shape or form, secretly shaping creation, with doors and gates within heaven and earth.

Where does one exhaust the bounds of formless color? In the emptiness where one finds the root."

"...."

For a time, the cultivators looked up, knowing such an opportunity was rare, and they watched as if transfixed.

Whether it's from sects or Great Qin, truly precious scriptures are kept closely guarded, tightly controlling their dissemination. If not for the special nature of this Great Qin Legal Assembly, who would dare to spread the scriptures so widely, risking unforeseen disasters? That's also why Yi Chen had earlier asked the Millennium Emperor and insisted on having him dictate from memory.

This was the 'killer instinct' of Yi Taoist, with a highly sensitive sense of smell, he was certain the Millennium Emperor would agree.

The Emperor nods, how good the Emperor is.

Hidden Dragon Taoist requests, how kind the Taoist is.

Everyone sits together, sharing the benefits and naturally spreading the risks. If someone wants to make trouble, they'd have to fight with the astonishing ruler of Great Qin first, Yi Chengzi has a script to back him up.

And Yi Chen wasn't about to make things difficult for the sect people either.

The more profound the scripture, the more it represented profound principles. Without detailed sect annotations, reaching higher levels was as hard as reaching the heavens. His actions benefited not only Loose Cultivators but also those from the sects. This was why Yi Chen dared to undertake such an outrageous act.

Of course, what's more important is that Yi Chengzi was now powerful enough and formidable enough to do it. If it were any other cultivator from the True Person Realm, they wouldn't even know how they died.

The implication that the Dao should not be casually transmitted has several layers of meaning, both as a selection process and like welding the car door shut.