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

Chapter 328 - 254: Fish Dragon Dance Lv1, Hehuan Sect’s Great Elder Yi Taoist, Two Gifts, Yuan Jun Arrives! (Part 1)

The arena was silent, all eyes focused on Yi Chen’s movements.

But among them, some were joyful, others sorrowful.

The remaining followers of Hei Mietian, now like mourning orphans, still remembered the bold words Hei Mietian had proclaimed before they set out, that they would spend the night on Hehuan Mountain.

Now, it seemed their boss would be spending every night on Hehuan Mountain for the rest of his life.

About the time it takes to drink a cup of tea later, a fair-skinned arm grew out again. Yi Chen moved it slightly, feeling it was slightly weaker than before, but otherwise indistinguishable from the previous one. He breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, a message had already appeared before his eyes.

[You have successfully slain Hei Mietian, gaining 22,000 Deep Red Points.]

"Not bad, indeed it’s the bold who get rich, and the timid who starve. Less than nine thousand more Deep Red Points and I can make further progress," a victorious smile crept over Yi Chen’s face.

"Hong Luo pays respect to fellow Taoist Zhang. With a willow-like figure, I am at your disposal. The turmoil all started because of me, I beg you to be lenient and spare the lineage of the word ’huan’."

With that, Sect Master Hong Luo threw her red spear onto the ground, where it stuck in the rock. She approached Yi Chen with a pale face, knelt on one knee, her armor skirt still stained with blood.

Due to the impact of the Lifebound Covenant, her cultivation had already fallen from the True Monarch realm.

"Sect Master Hong Luo, have your people imprison their mana and stand down for now; we can discuss the rest later.

Your sisterly disputes are not something I should comment on. However, Sect Master Qin Yun is kind-hearted and will likely not be too harsh," Yi Chen said.

"I believe my judgment should not be wrong."

Looking at the stunningly beautiful vice sect master before him, Yi Chen sighed inwardly.

He thought that, if the storm within Hehuan Sect did not erupt today, it would inevitably do so at some point in the future.

Without her, Hong Luo, there would eventually be a Green Luo, a Purple Luo.

In this world, no one can have all the advantages.

Push people too far, and the advantage you hold now will have to be paid back at a high price in the future.

Like a loaf of bread costing half a million marks, wouldn’t that call for some down-and-out artist to start a second War?

Clang, clang.

Two clear sounds rang out as two more magic artifacts fell to the ground.

Two True Monarchs in black robes approached Yi Chen.

"We are willing to serve the lord for a hundred years, please show mercy."

Looking at the two sinister cultivators with inscrutable eyes before him, Yi Chen’s patience wore thin.

"Do you know how many ways there are to write ’aniseed’ in Chinese?"

"Ah? Lord…."

"Wrong, it’s four ways."

"Divine Retribution."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Chen swung his long halberd, and before the horrified eyes of the two men, their forms slowly dissipated in the wind like eroding sand, leaving behind only two storage rings that fell to the ground with a spin.

What’s the use of talking about value investing with evil cultivators, offering a hundred years without sincerity? Direct cut, of course.

And besides, all of them asking him to turn a blind eye, as if he had turned into a net-casting spirit; how could he justify not killing a batch to Lu Cun Xingjun?

Exchanging the heads of a batch of evil cultivators for decades of peace for Hehuan Sect, that was the after-sales service from Yi Taoist.

"Kill them all, I’ll take fifty percent of the spoils of war."

After casually obliterating the last Qi Refinement Realm ghost of the evil cultivators, Yi Chen stood with his arms bound before the wind.

Upon hearing his words, the remaining dozen or so evil cultivators could not help but show a look of despair on their faces.

Sect Master Qin Yun and the others, like tigers among sheep, advanced towards the black-robed evil cultivators.

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…

At night, the moonlight was like silver.

In the inner hall of Hehuan Sect, within Xiangxiang Garden.

Yi Chen sat cross-legged on the bed, slowly finishing his cultivation. During the daylight, the arm he had regenerated using his special ability was still not as strong as before. It would take at least five more days of tempering with Extreme Origin to recover to its former state.

Besides that, he noticed that the consumption of the Six Extermination Spear Technique was astoundingly high. After half a day of recuperation, the golden deity in his acupoints still looked languid. By his estimation, it would take more than three days of rest before he recovered.

This meant that as his current strongest killing move, it should not be used lightly—once used, it must result in a kill.

"This move is incredibly powerful, but I must use it with caution," Yi Chen rose from the bed and pushed open the carved window. The evening breeze, carrying the fragrance of moist earth, refreshed his spirits as he looked out at a field of blooming flowers.

Because he had grandly demonstrated his might and turned the tide, Hehuan Sect naturally did not dare neglect him and had arranged for him, their great benefactor, to stay in the Xiangxiang Garden, where the inner hall elders resided.

Gazing at the full moon on the horizon, Yi Chen fell into contemplation.

This trip to Hehuan Sect had brought him immense gains, a true triple blessing.

The number of Deep Red Points needed to break through to the next layer of my True Technique is not far off now, which is a joy to behold.

Fully comprehending the sixth move of the Spear’s God-Eliminating Technique is the second joy.

Acquiring a large amount of treasure is the third joy. According to Yi Chen’s estimates, the revenue from selling off this batch could be converted into about eight hundred Contribution Points in the Free Sky.

This was after he had fed all the captured Magic Artifacts and spiritual instruments to his spear.

Indeed, murder and arson entail a golden belt, whereas bridge-and-road repairs leave no corpses behind.

"With my current cultivation, if I were to encounter that Evil-Slaying Arhat again, he should be the one to flee, shouldn’t he?"

Although the Spatial Dao is one of the powerful top ten Great Daos, and Jue Xin the Evil-Slaying Arhat isn’t an ordinary New Moon-level fledgling cultivator, Yi Chen was very confident that should a deathmatch ensue between him and Jue Xin, he would definitely be the one to survive.

"If my True Technique advances another level, it seems my ’divinity’ will grow even stronger, and I will certainly be able to use the sixth move of my spear technique more than twice."

"At that time, Great Monk Jue Xin, just wait for your death."

"I really do want to collect some interest first~"

Yi Chen chuckled lightly, with a cold smile brimming with killing intent. On the window sill of the flower bed, the most splendidly blooming flower suddenly broke off and fell to the ground.

"This day is coming soon, I look forward to our next meeting, Jue Xin."

Perhaps sensing the chilling killing intent, the moon also slowly hid itself within the thick clouds, and the sky gradually darkened.

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…

"Senior Sister, what do you plan to do with me, and with my Hehuan lineage?"

In a certain room of the Hehuan Sect, Hong Luo sat emotionlessly at the table, her hands bound by a peculiar chain, like a lifeless doll with no interest in life.

Sect Master Qinyun sat down at the table and gazed for a while at her Junior Sister, with whom she had had a deep relationship for hundreds of years, also feeling incredibly profound emotions.

When their cultivations were not yet established, they traveled the world together, and their bond was very close. Hong Luo had even taken a fatal blow for her, severely wounded as a result.

They once were companions who could entrust their backs to one another, but today they had come to this juncture.

"Junior Sister, I plan to open up both halls’ Cultivation Techniques and merge the two lineages into one. Everything in the sect will be based on Contribution Points from now on. Even the elders will only have a basic monthly Contribution Points allowance. If they want more resources or Cultivation Techniques, they’ll need to figure out how to contribute to the sect."

"From now on, there will only be the Hehuan Sect; no more separation into He and Huan halls."

"As for Junior Sister and the two elders who followed you, you’ll spend the rest of your lives in the Hehuan Sect’s Qingyue Hall," Sect Master Qinyun said with complex emotions.

"You idiot, do you have the foresight and courage to do this? It must have been that mysterious Zhang who advised you," Hong Luo’s expression changed for the first time.

"Indeed, though his origins are mysterious, his words always hit the nail on the head. I learned much this afternoon," Sect Master Qinyun replied.

"Continuing this way, the Hehuan Sect will sooner or later fall into chaos. With Brother Xuan’s death, the sect no longer has any entering Dao cultivators. Even if you have to climb into that man’s bed, you must keep him here, use his influence as a cover, do you understand?" Hong Luo began to get emotional.

"Junior Sister, please rest well," Sect Master Qinyun did not reply but sighed softly. She moved to the door, then suddenly spoke again.

"Junior Sister, do you think we can ever go back to the way things were?" Your next read is at NovelBin.Côm

Hong Luo gazed at Sect Master Qinyun’s desolate silhouette and sighed deeply with a complicated look.

"Senior Sister, do you think two greedy people digging for treasure beneath a garden, who uncover a human skeleton, can go back after they re-bury it hastily and restore the surface by planting trees and flowers? No, we can’t go back. When we see the trees and flowers, what comes to mind is the skeleton beneath."

Unexpectedly, Hong Luo then addressed her as Senior Sister.

Suddenly, Sect Master Qinyun’s expression changed as she saw Hong Luo start to spit out large mouthfuls of blood.

"Junior Sister, what’s wrong with you?"

"Senior Sister, your hand is too soft. For the crime of betraying the sect, imprisonment is not enough. Without the death of a few principal offenders, how are you going to convince your own He lineage’s old fogeys?

"Use my head; take it and establish your authority~"

"The two elders with me should also be killed. You must not show mercy, Senior Sister. This is the last thing I can do for the sect.", Hong Luo implored.

"Thank Zhang for giving our Huan lineage a way out. Hong Luo has no way to repay him in this lifetime...,"

"Senior Sister, hold me, I am so... cold."

Sect Master Hong Luo’s arms fell weakly, and she collapsed into Sect Master Qinyun’s arms.

She had long since planted a prohibition within her own sea of consciousness.