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

"Calamity and fortune are intertwined. A bloody battle atop Dragon Tiger Mountain not only allowed my Heaven Shaking Demon Halberd to break through its limits but also to step into a realm never before reached by the predecessors who created this halberd technique."

"As long as I act cautiously, avoid the few notable figures in the Human Realm, and don't foolishly get surrounded, who in the world can stop me from building the Demon Pool and welcoming the descent of my father?"

In the moonlight, a cluster of purple-scaled armor on the forehead of the Blood Dragon Demon Marshal shimmered with a strange demonic light. He grinned, revealing his sharp wedge-shaped teeth, casually pulling the Demon Halberd that had sunk into the ground into his hand, and then, using some unknown Secret Technique, his figure slowly faded away into the night.

Time ticked away second by second, and after an unknown duration, a yellow leaf twirled down in the night wind, landing on a large pool of blood left by the fallen Shura Monk.

Accompanying the falling leaf was a white-robed monk.

If not the Medicine Master Bodhisattva from Kutuo Temple, who else could it be?

He looked sorrowful and grieved as he bent down to brush away the yellow leaf in the bloodstain, then took a Purification Vase and collected all the blood from the ground using a spell.

After finishing this, the white-robed monk's eyes showed a hint of determination. He flicked his fingers continuously, striking a blood jade butterfly into powder before his figure flashed away towards a hidden location.

Inside the cave, copper mirrors were positioned in all four directions without any anomalies occurring. Seeing this, the Medicine Master Bodhisattva did not take it seriously, simply lifting his monk's robe and sitting down cross-legged in the formation.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, ripples appeared on two of the mirrors, showing colors.

The first mirror displayed a scene of a crystal palace under the sea, where a withered old man lay in a crystal coffin. He pushed open the coffin lid, sat up inside it, and looked towards his copper mirror.

The second mirror revealed a strange temple interior where a cultivator wearing a plain white mask slowly appeared.

"Medicine Master Bodhisattva, why have you urgently contacted us?"

The withered old man's body was shriveled, covered only by a loose layer of skin over his bones, and his pupils suddenly flashed with two eerie flames, flickering uncertainly.

The masked cultivator said nothing, turning directly to stare intently at the image of the Medicine Master Bodhisattva.

"A disciple of our temple, the Shura Monk, has died. He contacted me an hour ago saying he had successfully made a breakthrough; unexpectedly, just a few breaths later, his Soul Lamp in our temple was extinguished."

The white-robed monk spoke coldly, as if discussing a matter unrelated to himself. However, the prayer beads in his hands were turning faster and faster, betraying his disturbed state of mind.

"Why contact us if your disciple is dead? Do you want me to emerge from the deep sea to join your Kutuo Temple's mourning, to share a meal?"

The withered old man let out a cold laugh—his voice grating like rusting iron scraping against iron, clearly dissatisfied with the Medicine Master Bodhisattva bothering his deep slumber.

"It was Lamp Runner, your Sect's lineage, who first reached out to our Kutuo Temple. Speak courteously with me, or let someone from the Illumination Organization who can talk humanly come."

"I carefully searched the place where the Shura Monk was killed with a Secret Technique and found a highly pure trace of Demonic Qi. If I'm not mistaken, it should belong to that Demonkin General who escaped from Dragon Tiger Mountain."

"And so what?" This time, the plain-masked cultivator spoke, seemingly to prevent another verbal clash between the white-robed monk and the withered old man.

"The Shura Monk was not an ordinary cultivator; he had an extraordinary foundation and had just succeeded in a breakthrough. Fellow Taoists, do you know how many moves it took for that Demonkin to kill the Shura Monk?"

The white-robed monk's prayer beads suddenly paused, his gaze scanning over the figures in the mirrors briefly before he finally spoke, "One move!"

"Just one move, almost effortlessly, the Shura Monk was slain by that Demonkin."

"Fellow Taoists, you should now realize how fearsome this Demonkin is."

"What you're implying is..."

"The State Preceptor Yi Chengzi of Great Qin is also a target of both of you, is he not? Hehe, what do you think the World-Shaking Pure Yang would do if he knew the whereabouts of this Demonkin, considering his past actions of slaying Demonkin?"

"When both are injured from their encounter, the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. How about we seize the opportunity to strike?" the white-robed monk slowly said.

"It sounds easy, but how do you know the whereabouts of the Demonkin and how to 'timely' and 'appropriately' deliver this information to Yi Chengzi?" The withered old man's eyes flickered with interest as he asked.

"Ever since the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple was destroyed, I have been secretly gathering information about the renowned Yi Taoist, studying him carefully."

"Even before he became famous, selling Ba Wangji, growing divine statues from flat ground, fishing coins from boiling oil, pretending to be a wandering Taoist selling herbs for bearing sons, with a money-back guarantee if ineffective, all these methods have been carefully studied by us…"

The plain-masked cultivator: "..."

The withered old man: "..."

Hearing the white-robed monk list one by one the glorious past of Yi Chen, the expressions on the faces of the plain-masked cultivator and the withered old man suddenly became very interesting, struggling to maintain their composure.