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

Chapter 382 - 291: The Eastern Continent Traction Formation, Entering the Yin Manor (This chapter is very important, please subscribe.)_2

Riding horses, how can there be such stunning and exceptional talent in the world? Be it in appearance or in innate spiritual brilliance, they are the best of the era.

Da Yue had a nun, whose birth was accompanied by the crowing of a phoenix and a sky filled with rosy clouds. At three, she held a sword and astonishingly mastered swordsmanship without a teacher. By eight, she used her swordplay to defeat her tutor, claiming she was taught by heavenly beings. For the past eight years, she dreamt each night of a white ape striking her with a bamboo stick.

In the beginning, she could not escape, but as soon as she was able to fight back once or twice, she had already broken into the Qi Refinement Realm and could defeat True Persons.

Sixty years later, Yue Qingping ascended to the realm of the Dao and claimed that the white ape in her dreams had been scared by her. It said there was nothing left to teach her and had stopped coming ten years ago.

However, in her dreams, a mirror-like jade disc appeared, revealing immortals laying down black and white pieces, sometimes playing chess, sometimes practicing swordsmanship. Naturally, according to Yue Qingping, she won again.

Whether in playing chess or practicing swordsmanship.

A hundred years later, the mirror-like jade disc shattered, and she comprehended the yin-yang path of chess and sword, entering the Path Severing stage.

After that, she claimed a shadow indistinguishable from herself appeared within her sea of consciousness, fighting against her in dreams every day. Whatever techniques Yue Qingping knew, the shadow also knew. This time, however, Yue Qingping did not say if a victor emerged.

"Now that my cultivation has greatly improved, Yue, you who sit tranquilly on Mount Qingping, observing celestial omens for centuries, looking down upon the world, to what realm have you cultivated?"

Tu Lingjun pursued the ultimate way of combat, and though everyone believed he was obsessed with fighting, they did not know about the memories that drove him to such madness.

"Master, why do you suddenly fall silent?" Huolong called out impatiently from the other side of the mirror.

"Hehe, my disciple, just don’t underestimate Central Continent. You do not know its past glory. Ten thousand years ago, when the Demon Realm invaded and after we slaughtered all the invading True Demons, a group of Central Continent’s powerhouses, dismayed by the destruction and heavy casualties of their homeland, led a counter-invasion into the Demon Realm, vowing to make their rivers run red with blood."

"Although afterwards, due to some unspeakable reasons, that group of powerful beings did not return, trapped within the Demon Realm. That group passed on their teachings, and it’s uncertain whether some of them are still alive."

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"Nowadays, with the heavens and earth undergoing strange changes, and the spatial barriers between the five realms weakening, the people of Central Continent must already be seeking methods of connection, trying to reach out to the teachings within the Demon Realm."

Remembering the secrets that the previous Sect Master had passed on to him before his passing, Tu Lingjun could not help but sigh. After all, the reasons why that group of Central Continent masters could not return were somewhat disgraceful and had to be kept secret.

Know that within the five realms, the Human Realm was once the mightiest in warfare, but alas, it was also the greatest in internal strife.

Yet, even having lost so much of its essence, Central Continent still has people like Yue Qingping today. The old guard of Central Continent loves to keep things hidden; no one knows whether there are other formidable figures lurking in the shadows.

With a thought, Tu Lingjun continued:

"My disciple, do not be complacent. Remember that there is always someone better, always a higher sky."

"Do you know of the name Zhang Hu?"

"Recently, a rumor is spreading across the Eastern Continent that a True Monarch who sought to intrude upon the Hehuan Sect was slain by a powerful Daoist named Zhang Hu!"

"This person is said to be very young as well."

Tu Lingjun’s words never ceased to shock, as he continued to motivate his disciple, "Huolong, though you have great talent, you must not confine yourself to mediocrity or become conceited."

"In this era of great strife, you should not merely focus on the younger generation; your opponents are the entire world!"

"Continue your diligent cultivation. I have more news to share: soon, the Eastern Continent and Central Continent will unite, turning the impassable into thoroughfares; there is no need for you to rush back."

At this moment, the golden pages before Huolong were almost burnt out, and the illusory water mirror in front of him began to ripple, becoming indistinct.

Crack!

Suddenly, the water mirror in front of Huolong shattered, and the robust, towering figure of Tu Lingjun disappeared at once.

"What? That Zhang Hu, wasn’t he the Daoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain who was highly praised by Yi Chengzi, said to be no less skilled than him? Could it be that Yi Chengzi was also deceived? Did Dragon Tiger Mountain deliberately create a ruse, actually sending their true Daoist child to the Eastern Continent for experience?"

At that moment, Huolong hugged the crystalline skull, wrapped in white cloth, to his chest, gently caressing it, "My lady, I was too full of myself. The waters of Central Continent are indeed deep."

"Master was not wrong; the people of Central Continent love to hide. I must continue to strive harder."

Inside the great hall, a stunningly beautiful woman emerged from the shadows, her waist twisting like a snake as she draped a crimson cape over Tu Lingjun.

"Husband, is it truly alright to deceive Long’er in such a way?" the gorgeous woman asked with a giggle, covering her mouth.

"Hehe, my wife, you don’t understand. Without an opponent, without an aim, it is painful, it is lonely."

"Wife, do you still think of ’Mad Blade’ Zhan Renwang? A hundred years ago, even you lost to me, and he declared he would personally come to Wuding Divine Sect to take you back after a hundred years. That day is fast approaching."

Tu Lingjun licked his lips and reached out to pat the voluptuous woman’s raised bottom, producing a low and resonant sound that echoed like a jug or a drum.

"Zhan Renwang? What need have I for that dead man? With the Sect Master’s dominant spirit and unrivaled presence in the world, you are my husband."

"To me, Zhan Renwang is but a familiar old acquaintance." The breathtakingly beautiful woman said with a smile, her arms around Tu Lingjun’s neck, "Shall your humble wife change into the clothes I wore when we first met, my lord..."