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

Sheng Ye, the young monk, listened to someone's easy talk, his mouth opened, but ultimately he swallowed the words that had reached his lips.

He remembered his senior brother's instructions and silently handed over a letter.

Yi Chen, curious, opened the letter.

On the white paper, the handwriting was as fluid as dragons and snakes, settling like clouds and smoke.

"May every spring be uneventful, and may we meet as old friends!"

Gazing at the writing on the paper, Yi Chen seemed to see a handsome young monk in a temple, fiercely writing.

Shen Hui seemed to have said something, but also seemed to have said nothing; however, at this moment, Yi Chen had understood the meaning between the lines.

He chuckled lightly, "Little Sheng Ye, go back and tell your senior brother that this Taoist understands."

"Even if one day we truly face each other in battle, beneath the battlefield we shall remain old friends."

With a light tap of his index finger on the table, after pondering for a moment, Yi Chen stood up, walked over to Sheng Ye, and gently patted his head, asking:

"I can only agree to half of what your senior brother means, little Sheng Ye. However, if I'm not mistaken, your senior brother's cultivation body must have encountered major problems."

"There is a method I know of that might be worth trying."

After speaking, Yi Chen picked up his brush, held his breath, and concentrated; then, with an aura of iron cavalry and overflowing murderous intent, the word 'slay' penetrated through the paper. When the character was completed, a fierce sound of slaughter momentarily filled the room.

"Can this character resolve your senior brother's cultivation crisis?" Sheng Ye asked, looking at the word, puzzled.

"Your senior brother rises swiftly to heaven, but isn't it difficult to follow such a path?"

"He has held on until today, which has made me greatly admire the methods of Mount Daguangming."

"Tell your senior brother, though the Buddha has no fixed form, he has an original form. Is he now Shen Hui or someone else?"

"Instead of endless appeasement for balance, why not let a bodhisattva wield a sword and cut off all attachments—even if it means losing some power, it is all worthwhile," sighed Yi Chen.

The situation with Shen Hui is like a company suddenly going public, dramatically increasing in size and strength but with diluted shares. At this time, uniting all shareholders as one is actually easier if the dissenting shareholders are simply kicked out.

That is the idea, the specifics depend on Shen Hui's decision.

"Thank you, Yi Taoist. Sheng Ye will certainly convey every word to his senior brother," said Sheng Ye, showing gratitude. Then, biting his lip, he suddenly thought of something and asked hesitantly, "Yi Taoist, Sheng Ye has an inappropriate request, not sure if I should ask."

"May I ask the Taoist Priest, apart from your exceptional talent, do you have any tips or shortcuts for rapid advancement in cultivation?"

At this moment, the young monk lifted his head, looking up at Yi Chen's towering figure, his eyes filled with admiration.

Not only in Eastern Continent, even in Central Continent, Yi Chengzi is a major draw, a true superstar.

"Silly child, there are no shortcuts in cultivation~"

"This Taoist has relied solely on his own efforts, step by step,"

The State Preceptor of Great Qin patted Sheng Ye's head, immediately countering the young monk's unrealistic thoughts.

"You see, your senior brother took a shortcut, ascended quickly, and now he faces endless troubles, doesn't he?"

"Unlike this Taoist, who has a solid foundation."

"You're right, Yi Taoist," said the monk, nodding vigorously before turning to leave.

After once again performing a good deed and saving a lost lamb, the State Preceptor of Great Qin instantly appeared in a bedroom.

On the wall of the room, a provocative shadow with a bowed waist and bent back shined, as it happened that Ruan'er was making the bed.

Soon, with a shriek, the State Preceptor spread much positivity in the world once again.

He taught Ruan'er many lessons.

For example, not all backstabbing is done with a knife.

And not everything on one's shoulders is a responsibility.

... (Omitting about a hundred words)

"Ruan'er, lift your hair up; never mind, I'll do it myself."

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The next day, at Falling Dragon Mountain, on the martial arts training ground.

The State Preceptor Yi Chengzi, looking refreshed, sat in his private throne juggling three golden iron beads, occasionally giving instructions telepathically to the disciples practicing martial arts below.

With the aid of the Nether Tiger Demon Marshal, his True Technique had taken a firm small step towards breaking through the twenty-second level; last night was like receiving a pillow when sleepy, as he acquired the "Treasure Moonlight King Great Prajna Divine Elephant Technique," a gift from a past wager with Shen Hui.

"It's a pity that the bait thrown out has yet to stir; otherwise, attracting another Demon Marshal would be a game-changer!" Yi Chen thought to himself.

Ever since his unrestrained battle with the soul split of the Western Extreme Demon Lord, he had felt the limits of his power.

Now, with all his might, he felt nearly as powerful as when Ying Si once faced Yue Qingping's Celestial Being Three Swords.

With such strength, within the second realm of breaking limits, Yi Chen was confident of victory against anyone.

Even if the opponent was a powerful expert who had broken limits thrice, he could still spar with them, and they would not be able to hold him down.

This was the current value of Yi Chengzi, the World-Shaking Pure Yang of the Great Justice Alliance.

Seated in the shade like a tiger, within the Great Justice Alliance, he revitalized his spirit.

If the Taoist priest does not speak first, which insect dares to make a sound!

Upon returning, Yi Chen also inquired about Chen Haichao from Lian Caiyi; according to her, ever since Chen Haichao broke his limits, he had left the Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect and disappeared without a trace.