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

"Madam, take a look."

"Is this the excellent strategy suggested by the State Preceptor?" The dignified lady curiously picked up the materials handed over by Ying Si and began to read through them roughly.

"This...."

"The State Preceptor said that my Great Qin tries to manage everything, which is too harsh; the cost of ruling is too high, and there will be big problems in the future."

"This is the strategy proposed by the State Preceptor, based on the Contribution Points system, the core of which is to pluck the goose without letting it honk."

"The State Preceptor calls it sustainable exploitation...."

Holding the materials in her hand, the dignified lady became more and more engrossed as she read, and only after a long while did she take a deep breath: "Is Yi Taoist really a man of the Dao Sect? His heart is too dark."

"Madam, the State Preceptor's Break-Limit Ceremony and Ascension Ceremony in five days will require your extra attention."

"This person has a heavy heart and cruel hands, yet he values affection and righteousness. It's more cost-effective to be friends with him than enemies. Fortunately, he has a bottom line; otherwise, such a person, if bent on causing trouble, would surely be the biggest scourge under the heavens!" Emperor Qin Ying Si looked out the window, and sighed deeply.

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Four days later, the moon shone like silver.

Inside the Pure Yang Daoist Palace at Falling Dragon Mountain, a gentle voice came from the Great National Teacher's residence: "Ling Yue, put up your hair."

In recent days, the life of Great Qin's National Teacher had been quite joyous.

Although he received a secret message from Sect Master Qinyun of the Hidden Dragon Alliance stating that Ruan'er was at a critical juncture of breaking through to the True Monarch Realm and could not attend his Break-Limit Ceremony, the situation had a silver lining as Priestess Shui Lingyue, under Yue Qingping's orders, came with valuable gifts to attend his ceremony.

No, the Priestess should now be considered a Daoist nun.

Looking at Shui Lingyue, who stood prettily before him, the Great National Teacher had already been immersed in the Fish Dragon Dance for three days, enjoying boundless joy. He was determined to level up the Fish Dragon Dance to LV7.

Time flew by, and the Break-Limit Ceremony and Ascension Ceremony of the Great National Teacher of Great Qin arrived with the crow of a rooster.

Following the strange shifts in the heavens and the cold winds and rains on Earth, and the combination of two continents, the Human Realm was once again agitated.

Yi Chengzi, the Great Qin's National Teacher and the youngest Break-Limit True Monarch, became a household name overnight. His fame spread not only in the cultivation world but also among the common people.

All the prominent sects of the world received invitations from Great Qin, and with Yi Chen's reputation and Great Qin's prestige, no one dared to decline. All sent representatives with precious congratulatory gifts.

Today's Falling Dragon Mountain was enveloped in multicolored light that covered the entire mountain range. From the base to the summit, numerous magnificent buildings sprinkled among them, and under Yue Ji's arrangement, many cultivators were dispatched to transplant numerous exotic flowers and herbs on Falling Dragon Mountain using spells.

Though it was now deep autumn, Falling Dragon Mountain remained lush and green.

Although Falling Dragon Mountain was vast, it was somewhat small compared to the Eastern and Central Continents, and only the truly top forces could ascend the mountain.

At the base of the mountain, many martial artists without cultivation were crowded together, not only to admire the State Preceptor's style.

Along with the news of Yi Chen's Break-Limit Ceremony, another message spread: Great Qin's State Preceptor Yi Taoist was going to open the mountain gate wide and establish the "Great Justice Alliance."

Yi Taoist would teach two grand martial arts to the world, with the slogan "Education for All."

"Make way, let me in."

"Brother, are you a member of the Great Justice Alliance?"

"No, what do you want?"

"Nothing, Damn It, you stepped on my foot. I thought you were a bullish senior brother from the Great Justice Alliance!"

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"Don't push, don't push, bloody hell, what is pressing on my backside!"

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At the bottom of the mountain, the crowd was dense.

Countless people all looked up at the mountain, their eyes filled with envy.

At the top of the mountain, the red-robed officials chanted the guest names, registering each sect and faction's congratulatory gifts one by one and safely collected them.

Qing Yunzi, with Qing Feng and Ming Yue, served on each side, attending to the guests.

As for Yi Chen, the protagonist of the day, he naturally could not stand at the door to welcome guests, as that would be undervaluing himself. He just needed to greet the leaders of the major sects in the palace.

Watching her husband's valiant appearance and the cultivators coming to congratulate him, Shui Lingyue's eyes were full of pride and love.

"The Supreme Daoist Sect's Great Daoist Master Taiming arrives! A Seven-Star Daoist Robe is presented."

"The Sumita Buddha Zen Monastery's Master Wuchen arrives! A Bodhi Primordial Pill is gifted."

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"Wuding Divine Sect's Tu Lingjun arrives, presented with—personally handwritten by the Demon Lord, the supreme martial scripture 'Sky-Swallowing Demon God Qi' for Yi Taoist to celebrate!"

Seemingly startled by the words "personally handwritten by the Demon Lord," the chanting red-robed official momentarily stumbled before bellowing out his announcement.

With a flash, a towering figure suddenly appeared before the astonished eyes of the official.

This man was none other than Yi Chen.

What the fuck, "Sky-Swallowing Demon God Qi" handwritten by the Demon Lord?

My beloved friends and brothers, where is Tu Lingjun?

Seeing Yi Chen's sudden appearance, Qing Feng and Ming Yue were also shocked.

"Qing Feng, Ming Yue, what are you doing? Tu Lingjun is a close friend of my brother; quickly bring him to a seat, serve tea, good tea!

"Tu Brother, I'm really sorry, it was rude of us. Your sect is too gracious, actually sending such a generous gift."

Bypassing the red-robed official, Yi Chen decisively placed the jade box Tu Lingjun had offered into his own storage ring.

Such a commodity, which he urgently needed, could not be delayed even for a second; any mishap during this brief interval would keep him awake for the rest of the year.