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

Chapter 250 Not Strong Enough, Powerful, Emerging.

"Hou Tu Sect has arrived!"

"Spring and Autumn Pavilion has arrived!"

"Golden Fortune Pavilion has arrived!"

….

As the disciple on duty at the base of the mountain called out roll, one after another, experts from various sects continued to arrive to lend their support.

The sheer number of people made Yi Chen feel a bit astonished.

"This, didn't Sect Master Qinyun say he only invited a handful of old friends over to help out?"

"Why are there so many people?"

Yi Chen couldn't help but turn to Xiao Ye, who stood beside him performing the disciple's salute, and ask.

After some explanation, Yi Chen finally understood the reason behind it all.

At least two-thirds of these 'self-motivated' individuals were here for Sect Master Qinyun.

Yi Chen: "...." Quite the peak competition for sycophants.

As far as Yi Chen knew, Sect Mater Qinyun's partner had fallen in a secret realm decades ago, the soul lamp within the sect already extinguished.

"Zhang San, you're still here? Mother sent me to invite you to the Magic Display Hall to keep her company."

"Oh, and there's a fly that keeps buzzing around me, help me chase him away later."

Zhen Ruan, still clad in her military attire, walked toward Yi Chen. Through their interactions over the past few days, she had discovered a little secret.

When she dressed like this, Yi Chen's gaze lingered on her for much longer than when she wore her red dress.

If she also wore a pair of black silk stockings, then even longer.

"What does the Sect Master want me for?" Yi Chen said helplessly.

He did not want to exchange pleasantries or rub shoulders with a bunch of sycophantic scoundrels when he could be comfortably slacking off here.

"Isn't it because our Hehuan Sect has more Yin than Yang? Don't ask, just hurry up and come with me, they're sparring inside."

Ruan'er's tender white arm hooked onto Yi Chen's arm as if to declare her territory, giving a glance towards a few sisters from the Happiness Hall. She couldn't help but raise her head and stand tall.

She had noticed that the rumor mill was churning a bit peculiarly lately.

With an intentional or unintentional sway of Ruan'er's~

Hisss~

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Yi Chen smoothly withdrew his arm without a change in expression and said indifferently, "Lead the way up front~"

One had to give face to the host, and in the past couple of days, nearly all of his private activities had been tacitly approved by Sect Master Qinyun, which had earned him a good haul.

For Yi Chen, what he had reaped was not money, but the cultivation techniques he needed for his future, the capital for his revenge.

Hehuan Sect's Magic Display Hall.

Sect Master Qinyun and Sect Master Hong Luo sat in the chief seats of the first row.

Below the two sat four True Monarch-level experts, each with a distinguished appearance and aura. The foremost on the left was a middle-aged man with an air of refinement, named Fu Mo, who had a scholarly charm about him and a cultivation near the peak of the mid True Person Realm.

Sitting second was a man named Di Longzi, from the Hou Tu Sect, with cultivation close to the late True Person Realm. Towering over three meters tall, his robust muscular frame, bald head, and unibrow made it apparent that he had both stature and a formidable presence.

Though sitting in his seat, he often turned back to speak to Sect Master Qinyun, his eyes brimming with admiration.

As for the two self-invited True Monarchs behind him, the third was Wan Yangzi, Elder Third of the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, wearing a green jade ring and always donning a smile, looking every bit a courteous merchant.

The fourth was Yuan Jin, a True Monarch from the Liyuan Sect, with an unremarkable face that you couldn't find in a crowd.

In the seats to the left of the hall sat the visiting sect's experts and their disciples, while to the right were the high-ranking members and true disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

As soon as Yi Chen entered the hall, a single glance revealed many interesting things to him.

For example, there was an idiot inexplicably radiating hostility towards him.

For example, Sect Master Hong Luo was currently very unhappy, even though she kept exchanging pleasantries with everyone with a smile...

"Someone find a seat for Chief Zhang."

As soon as Yi Chen stepped into the main hall, Sect Master Qinyun immediately motioned for someone to make room.

To Yi Chen's surprise, she actually had someone add a chair to the first row for him, instead of among the two rows. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

After a moment of consideration, Yi Chen boldly took his seat amidst the astonished looks of those around him, without any sign of refusing.

A posture of unshakable dominance naturally emerged.

Hou Tu Sect disciples lined up to present fruits, tea, and water, placing them on the side tables next to everyone's chairs.

The musicians in the corner of the hall began to softly play enchanting melodies.

"Hei Mietian is excessively arrogant; this time, we must deal him a forceful blow."

"It's rare for a few old friends to reunite, so why don't we have our disciples perform their magic today to warm up for the big battle in two days?"

"My eldest disciple, Yuan Jin, possesses modest Taoist skills; I would like to invite everyone to give him some pointers."

Yuan Jin couldn't hold back and was the first to speak out.

Among those present, he had lower cultivation than Di Longzi, less wealth than Wan Yangzi, and less handsome than Fu Mo—completely frustrated.

So he was eager to show off his disciple in front of everyone to regain some face, even if his own prospects were not realized, he expected to secure his disciple's marital matters.

A tall, bronze-skinned young man immediately stepped forward, eager at the mention.

It was none other than the very individual Yi Chen had sensed emitting an inexplicable hostility towards him.

"Elder Xu, it seems you have been plotting this for a while. Well then, my son, go and experience the exquisite techniques of True Monarch Yuan Jin's esteemed pupil," Fu Mo said with his magnetic voice, as a black-clad young man holding an antique spirit sword silently stood up and saluted Yuan Jin.

"I am Xiu Feng of the True Person Realm seventh layer; please enlighten me with your techniques, dear friend."

The black-clad man, much like his master, had a commendable bearing, attracting frequent glances from the female disciples of the Hehuan Sect, which made Yuan Jin seem like a simpleton from the countryside.

"Three moves to finish you off," Yuan Jin said roughly, a stark contrast to Xiu Feng's demeanor.

"You, are disrespectful!" Xiu Feng's face showed anger at the remark, and as the combat barrier slowly rose, the two immediately clashed.

After three moves, Xiu Feng, like a hanging painting, slid down the combat barrier with a swollen face resembling that of a pig's head.

Yi Chen: "...." The young man's got quite a strong dose of jealousy, huh.

…

…

Half a quarter of an hour later.

The field where the magic was demonstrated was bitterly cold.

"Master, I've comprehended it,"

"Take my Eight Desolations Gold Stampede!"

Facing the piercing chill of icy light, Yuan Jin didn't dodge or evade, but stepped forward, his dominant fist extinguishing the cold light, and then stamped on the chest of Wan Yangzi's disciple, who was also at the eightfold True Person Realm.

Boom!

Yuan Jin grew stronger as he fought, successively conquering five opponents.

"Master, did you see that?"

"Ruan'er, did you see? This is my talent, my Sacred Fist."

"This feeling is so delightful~"

With consecutive battles and breakthroughs on the field of combat, Yuan Jin's heart roared within!

He stood shirtless, his body covered with hundreds of peculiar runes that emerged and steamed up with strands of golden mist.

It had to be said that Yuan Jin truly was a genius in combat, as he had an epiphany in the midst of battle.

"Who else?"

"Who else wishes to battle with me!"

Yuan Jin's bronze-colored giant fist pounded his chest, and he couldn't help but shout excitedly, feeling an unprecedented peak in his condition, with his cultivation even advancing another small step forward.

"Well done, fellow Daoists. Jin'er has indeed been favored this time," Xiao Tian the True Monarch said with a smile, stroking his goatee.

As these words were spoken, the other True Monarchs were silent, their expressions solemn. Anyone with discerning eyes could see the strength of Yuan Jin, who impressed them with both his cultivation and his presence in battle.

"Xiao Tian, old man, I didn't expect you to actually pick up such a promising young talent," Wan Yangzi said grudgingly.

The expressions of the crowd varied, some shocked, some envious, some dissatisfied, some admiring, with only Yi Chen looking bored, yawning listlessly, his face showing signs of involuntary service.

Yuan Jin's eyes swept across the crowd, and he found that at such a moment, Zhen Ruan's gaze was wholly fixed on Yi Chen, who was yawning in the front row, which made Yuan Jin's blood surge irresistibly.

"Yuan Jin challenges Head Zhang. I hope the Head will kindly enlighten me,"

His enthusiastic voice echoed throughout the venue.

"Ah?" Yi Chen was in the middle of a yawn when he saw that everyone's gaze had converged upon him, so he could only respond reluctantly, "Young man, are you sure?"

"Certain!"

Yuan Jin felt his condition was at an all-time high and full of vigor like never before, as if he was about to ignite.

"Head Zhang, please use fifty percent of your mana to guide my disciple," Xiao Tian the True Monarch turned his head and said to Yi Chen with a smirk.

"Very well," Yi Chen relented after seeing Zhen Ruan's pleading gaze and everyone else's attention focused on him, having changed his mind.

If someone wanted to use him as a stepping stone, he might as well entertain them.

Boom!

With a single thought, Yi Chen's iron chair transformed into a swift arc and violently crashed into the center of the field.

It smashed the green tiles on the ground, sending dust flying and debris scattering.

For a moment, the True Monarchs couldn't help but look on with intense focus.

This Head Zhang had such great strength, such a formidable physical body; no wonder Sect Master Qinyun had placed him among them.

As the dust slowly settled, a majestic figure could be seen with one foot on the chair and a hand casually hanging by the knee.

"Young man, hit me with your greatest strength, hit me anywhere,"

"What you comprehend is up to you,"

Yi Chen spoke lazily as if he hadn't fully woken up, yet to Yuan Jin, he looked like a Mountain Lord dozing off while seated on an iron throne.

Pure Extreme Origin energy flowed slowly, dyeing Yi Chen's body a purple-gold color, as he stood quietly like a statue.

In the center, Yuan Jin shrank back for a moment. The longer he waited, the more vivid hallucinations filled his mind as if dragons, tigers, divine bulls, and other fantastical creatures were attacking him, and he knew if he delayed further, he wouldn't even get a chance to strike.

"Take my Eight Desolations Gold Stampede!"

"Eight Desolations Gold Stampede!"

"Eight Desolations Gold Stampede!"

With a furious roar, Yuan Jin struck out, punching Yi Chen's face and continuing to hammer away.

The banging was incessant.

Before long, Yuan Jin's hands swelled up, red and inflamed like pig trotters, from the immense recoil.

Yet, he was unable to make Yi Chen retreat in the slightest despite paying such a heavy price.

"Enough, Yuan Jin!" Xiao Tian the True Monarch couldn't bear to watch anymore and interrupted his top disciple, who was almost going mad.

"Why, I can feel that you barely used any mana, why is that?"

Yuan Jin stood in the center, his voice hoarse.

Yi Chen opened his eyes.

"Have you comprehended it?"

"What do you mean, Head Zhang?"

"How do your hands feel?"

"Very painful!"

Yi Chen got up and patted Yuan Jin on the shoulder.

"You see, you've comprehended that, haven't you?"

"Young man, you're in pain because your purity is too low!"

"However, your massaging skills are not bad; I appreciate you. You can join my enforcer team as a guest in two days' time."

Even in a normal state, Yi Chen's physical strength was not something others could casually play against.

This was a powerful body that even Yuan Jun had marveled at, and with his ability to teleport, it took his physique to an inhuman level.

Yuan Jin punching Yi Chen was like Tyson hitting Thor; how was this even a fair match?

Unwittingly, Yi Chen had grown to a level that his former opponents couldn't even imagine, a level which even he could not have envisioned a year prior.

If he were to confront those two old priests from the Infernal Fire Sect now, he could tire them out with just his face, even if they cast spells on him.