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

"Indeed, I suspect this person's secret technique has already gone awry."

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Starry night.

Atop an unnamed solitary peak, Chen Haichao and a cultivator wearing a plain white mask were whispering to each other. It wasn't long before Chen Haichao's figure melted into the night.

The mountain wind was fierce, and the cultivator removed his white mask; revealing the face of the Freewill Heaven Yuqing True King, his body now surrounded by an aura of a breakthrough limit, which he had somehow already successfully accomplished.

"Yi Chengzi, Doumu Origin Lord, what secrets are you hiding?"

Muttering to himself, the Yuqing True King put the mask back on and, with a flash, also disappeared into the night sky.

Not long ago, he was Yuqing True King, and now, he was one of the Formless Demonkin.

Regrettably, when he awakened, his cultivation was inadequate; he could only first scheme against the Heavenly Master and then plan for the secrets of Yuan Jun. Unexpectedly, something went wrong along the way, and Doumu Origin Lord became wary of him. Subsequently, she fled faster than a rabbit, and to this day, there has been no news of her.

Sadly, some people will never understand how terrifying Yuan Jun's spiritual sense can be.

True risk-takers avoid danger; sensing peril and escaping, almost like possessing divine skills, smart as a whip.

"Fortunately, there's still Yi Chengzi; this person must have a great secret!"

"If I could obtain it… it might compensate for the flaws in my secret technique."

In the night, Yuqing True King flew through the air, speeding towards a distant city.

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Time is like a wild donkey; once it starts running, it doesn't stop.

In the blink of an eye, fifteen days had passed.

At this time, Emperor Qin Ying Si was not in Sea Dragon City, but had gone to Mount Qingping to collaborate with The World's First Female True Monarch, Yue Duidui, in arranging the Heavenly Sundial Divinity Inspection Formation.

Initially, Emperor Qin Ying Si had planned to send Yi Chen on this trip, but the State Preceptor of Great Qin adamantly refused to go.

Partly because he couldn't stand Yue Qingping's incessant nagging, but more frustratingly because he still couldn't defeat her now. Why would he go? Yi Chengzi was by no means a masochist.

Besides, he knew nothing about formations; he was only good at dismantling them.

So going was out of the question. He could only rely on harnessing Demon's Relic and accumulating 'merits' sent from various places to sustain his living like this.

When not busy, he'd take time to train the fools at Falling Dragon Mountain, teach Bu Gu and Bai Shishi, engage with Lin Luo, Fellow Taoist, in some poker games, and ponder over spear techniques. Quite delightful, indeed.

"[Deep Red Value: 21811819]"

Looking at the Deep Red Value balance summoned at the lash of his eye, Yi Chen tapped his fingers on the desk, starting to calculate the shortfall of Deep Red Points needed to break through his next level of True Technique.

He still needed about 7.7 million Deep Red Points, combined with the true intentions of "Shatter the Void," to advance his Pure Yang Lianji True Method to the next realm.

"Eh, Fellow Taoist Lian Caiyi went out to investigate a group covertly targeting her Ministry of Justice cultivators. I wonder if she got any results."

"The Demonkin that escaped from Yue Qingping's mouth... we searched for half a day and didn't even find a shadow; damn it, all wastes, relying on slowly accumulating merit is way too slow."

Suddenly, the State Preceptor of Great Qin felt somewhat vexed.

Deep Red was like that; it just needed you to unintelligently deduct Deep Red Points, but he, Yi Chengzi, had a lot more to consider.

"Forget it, I'll go drink with Lin Luo, Fellow Taoist."

With a flash, Yi Chen's figure suddenly vanished from the room.

At that moment, a black-armored cultivator flew swiftly through the air, suddenly spitting blood and falling to the ground at the gates of Sea Dragon City, struggling to roar with his last breath, "Urgent news!"

"Quickly go report to the Crown Prince and the State Preceptor; the Demon Pool, Demonkin!"

His words had not yet faded when the black-armored cultivator, clutching tightly to a Liuying Jade, suddenly died, leaving no sound.

Half an hour later, King Jing led a group to push open the gates of Lin Luo's residence, giving the State Preceptor quite a scare.

"Your Highness, what has happened? Why such a commotion?"

"State Preceptor, something terrible has occurred. Take a look at this." King Jing immediately handed over the Liuying Jade he was holding.