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

Chapter 329 - 255: Fish Dragon Dance Lv1, Hehuan Sect’s Great Elder Yi Taoist, Two Gifts, Yuan Jun Arrives! (Part 2)

"Junior Sister!" Sect Master Qinyun cried out in anguish, her eyes already misting with tears. It took a long moment before she slowly lifted her head, her face full of sorrow.

Meanwhile, under the same night sky, a sneaky figure began to stealthily make their way into the fragrant garden.

With a creak, the door opened.

Yi Chen looked at the lively figure standing outside the door, Zhen Ruan, and couldn’t help but be slightly startled.

Zhen Ruan was clearly dolled up for the night, exceptionally beautiful.

"Zhen Daoist, what brings you to me in the middle of the night?"

Zhen Ruan raised the two wine flasks in her hand.

"Zhang San, open the door. I have something to tell you."

"Wait a moment, let’s go to the courtyard." After a silence, Yi Chen then stepped out of the room.

Under the moonlight, they began to drink, and dish after dish was taken out from the storage ring and placed on the stone table.

After three rounds of drinks and a variety of flavors, Zhen Ruan’s cheeks were flushed, and she increasingly leaned closer to Yi Chen, a virgin scent drifting into his nostrils.

"I can’t make you any promises, nor can I take you away." After all, a person’s willpower has its limits, and in an instant, Yi Chen activated his scoundrel mode.

"If only you weren’t so strong, Zhang San."

"I don’t want your promises nor do I want you to take me away."

"Tonight."

"( ) yearning for life."

"( ) compassion upon seeing."

Lu Xun once said, one may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel. Kicking aside the obstructive stone stool, Yi Chen whisked Zhen Ruan off her feet and carried her back into the room.

He climbed the mountain to look into the distance.

All he saw was a solitary deep crimson light atop the mountain peak, a view unparalleled in the whole world.

....

....

The following day, before dawn.

Yi Chen suddenly felt the light screen over his eyelids flicker.

[Passive Skills: Danqing Painting Skill lv1, Auspicious Event Host lv2, Funeral Host lv3. Culinary Skill lv4, Fish Dragon Dance lv1]

Yi Chen: "...." Truly a femme fatale from the Hehuan Sect, such disdain for the mere level one Fish Dragon Dance.

Zhou Shuren once said, practice makes perfect with dishes.

The brocade quilt slid off, the moon once again disappeared behind the clouds, and two figures slowly merged into one.

....

At noon.

Zhen Ruan sat in the room nibbling on the food Yi Chen made, instantly bloating like a pufferfish.

"You wooden block, you actually have such skills."

"My skills are vast, you know that."

"Practice makes perfect with dishes."

"Let me tell you a secret, I’m not really Zhang San, nor am I Zhang Hu, I am... "

After a pause, Yi Chen decided to reveal his true name, but his mouth was suddenly silenced.

A cup of tea later, Zhen Ruan finally returned to her seat and said, "I don’t want to hear it, I only know you as Zhang San."

"I need to go back to cultivate."

"Ah? Will you come to drink again tonight?"

"Pah!"

"Come!"

The door opened, sunlight streamed into the room, revealing a chaotic scene.

In the evening, as the sunset glowed like molten gold.

Yi Chen was in the courtyard refining his left arm with the power of Extreme Origin when he suddenly heard a knock at the door. His heart leapt with joy, and he quickly went to open it.

However, the person outside the courtyard was not Zhen Ruan but Sect Master Qinyun.

Sect Master Qinyun stood with her head raised, her black hair cascading down her shoulders, tied at the end with a red string, wearing a green, floor-length dress resembling those from the Warring States period, which highlighted her skin’s porcelain fairness. She also held a jade box in her hands. Discover exclusive content at NovelBin.Côm

Yi Chen also noticed that Sect Master Qinyun’s left arm was wrapped in a white bandage.

"Sect Master Zhang, Sect Master Qinyun has taken the liberty of visiting and fears to have caused a disturbance."

"May I ask if Sect Master Qinyun might sit inside with you?" Sect Master Qinyun spoke with great skill, not delving into Yi Chen’s identity or his purpose but used a term of address to bring them closer.

"Of course, Zhang is but a guest here, please have a seat," Yi Chen said as he saw Sect Master Qinyun, feeling quite awkward in his heart since he and Zhen Ruan were now Taoist companions.

They settled down and brewed tea.

After a moment of consideration, Sect Master Qinyun began, "My Hehuan Sect has overcome today’s peril, all thanks to Sect Master Zhang’s valiant efforts. Qinyun is infinitely grateful in her heart."

"This is the equivalent of ninety drops of gold essence derived from the spoils of war you’ve earned; please accept them."

There were ten more drops than he had expected, and Yi Chen knew that the Hehuan Sect had given the extra ten drops as a favor in advance.

Yi Chen didn’t hesitate to accept them, because he deserved it!

He had nearly over-exerted himself, so what was wrong with a little extra payment?

Once he gathered a few more Contribution Points from the Free Heaven, he would issue a task to seek the original copies of powerful martial arts secrets deriving from the top secret scriptures and the Divine Intent Picture.

Though those who could provide these items were not lacking in cultivation resources, one must always prepare for the unexpected. If the long shot did not pay off, he would eventually need to ask the Free Heaven alliance to act.

"The Sect Master is too polite. Please, enjoy the tea," Yi Chen said.

"Qinyun has another favor to ask. I would like to invite Sect Master Zhang to become the Great Elder of our Hehuan Sect. It is not necessary for you to stay with us permanently; just to hold the title is enough."

"Please don’t rush to refuse, I have two treasures to offer," Qinyun said as she opened the jade box she held.

Within the jade box lay a pure and beautiful armguard, its body a deep, quiet blue with strands of gold thread meandering weightlessly within. Although he hadn’t touched it yet, Yi Chen could still feel a strong force contained inside it.

"What is this?" Yi Chen asked curiously.

"Have you ever heard of the Qilin Sacred Armguard? It is said that eons ago, there was a supreme True Spirit known as the Qilin which, for some unknown reason, went mad and caused countless disturbances in the world."

"Later, the peak cultivators from various sects joined forces to slay it at great cost. They had intended to refine it into a top-tier Dao instrument, but as a True Spirit of Heaven and Earth, comparable in power to a Dao Mastery cultivator, its might was too formidable. Thus, they crafted a set of Qilin Sacred Armor instead."

"This armor possesses boundless power. It consists of six major components: two armguards, two greaves, one body armor, and one helmet."

"Legend has it that if someone were to assemble all the parts and awaken the true marvel of the armor, even a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator could match a True Monarch."

"After countless years and the rise and fall of many sects, the parts of the Qilin Sacred Armor were scattered and lost to the annals of time."

"This armguard inside the jade box was stumbled upon by our first-generation patriarch. An innocent man is guilty if he possesses a valuable jade. The descendants are incompetent; they own the treasure but dare not show it, fearing recognition and the mortal peril that may follow."

"Sect Master Zhang has extraordinary Divine Power and follows the path of physical sanctification which complements this armguard well. Qinyun has made the decision, against the intentions of our ancestors, to gift this armguard to you, should you agree to the proposal."

Yi Chen took the armguard, placed it on his right arm, and watched as this mystical item appeared to swell a bit with its own spirit and snugly fit over his limb. After a casual trial, Yi Chen felt his right arm’s strength had increased by approximately thirty percent.

Given his current power level, the immediate and remarkable effect suggested the armguard’s extraordinariness. Moreover, Yi Chen sensed that it was only displaying a small fraction of its potential.

Clearly fated for this item, Yi Chen was prepared to agree to being merely a titular figure. After all, he was already Master of the Hidden Dragon Temple, Head of the Blood Killing Tower, and Lord Tan Lang of Free Heaven; adding Elder of the Hehuan Sect hardly mattered.

However, with the first treasure already so impressive, Yi Chen became increasingly curious about the second one.

"What might the second treasure be?" he inquired.

As the words left his mouth, Sect Master Qinyun’s cheeks reddened and, lifting her skirt slightly, she daintily turned and sat down right beside him.

The intention behind her action was clear without words.

"There’s no need for this, Sect Master. I... I am not one to take advantage of another’s vulnerability. I will accept this armguard," said Yi Chen, his words stumbling slightly.

"If it’s a trouble I can handle, I will do my best," Yi Chen said.

"Sect Master Zhang is truly a man of high integrity. It was Qinyun who was presumptuous," said Qinyun, sighing in relief. She straightened her attire and hurried out of the courtyard, as if fleeing.

Watching the empty courtyard, Yi Chen felt a sense of loss for a moment.

It seemed he still had much room to fall before reaching a true moral vacuum.

Darkness fell quickly.

The Taoist was incredibly formidable today.

Practicing the Fish Dragon Dance on one hand, and refining and strengthening his arm on the other, three days went by and Yi Chen nodded with satisfaction as he saw the Fish Dragon Dance advance to level 2.

Well done, me. With practice comes skill.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Yi Chen stepped out for some fresh air, and upon returning and pushing open the door to his room, he saw a familiar figure sitting by the table.

"Why has Ruan’er come so early today?" he remarked, without giving it much thought. In an instant, he pounced forward, only to slam against an invisible barrier.

Startled, he was about to react when the person inside slowly turned around, now wearing a peculiar peach blossom mask.

Damn it, Yuan Jun!

"Yuan Jun, how... how did you come to be here?" Seeing the odd smiling face on the peach blossom mask, Yi Chen was so startled that he drooped on the spot.

"What’s this, Xiao Lang, you’re teaching Yuan Jun how to act?"