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

Chapter 383 - 291: The Eastern Continent Traction Formation, Entering the Yin Manor (This chapter is very important, please subscribe.)_3

"Madam, you are truly (blank)," he said.

"But I like it. You go back first and wait. After I handle some important matters, I’ll come over and deal with you." Tu Lingjun burst into laughter hearing this, threw his cloak behind him, and strode toward another majestic building.

Arriving at a brightly lit dome palace, Tu Lingjun sat on a black throne carved with fierce golden dragons and the flow of the River of Oblivion, sitting with one leg over the other and a foot nonchalantly placed on the throne, his left hand propping up his cheek.

"Alright, start," Tu Lingjun ordered, looking into the empty space. Suddenly, the bright hall shimmered as beams of light shot out from bizarre crystal nodes on the walls, interweaving into a phantom palace in an instant.

Sixteen powerful figures were already seated inside.

Tu Lingjun raised his eyebrows, and immediately a shadow of his consciousness was cast into the great hall.

Even with his cultivation level, he couldn’t help admiring the strangeness of this grand array.

"Tu Lingjun, how grandiose of you to make the sixteen of us wait for the time it takes an incense stick to burn. Have you forgotten that the Eastern Continent’s anchoring array is a matter of great importance to our Eastern Continent’s interests?" A ’young’ Daoist could not help but mockingly chide.

"Tai Mingzi, fuck your nonsense. Do I have a habit of arriving early?"

"It’s just the time it takes an incense stick to burn. What’s the big deal if I went to the latrine? It’s not like you’re going to die waiting!"

"If you’re not happy about it, come fight me at the River of Oblivion. The loser leaves behind his Dao companion. If I lose, I’ll also give my Dao companion to you."

"If you dare, then put Dao companion Feiyan on the line. Let’s fight to the death, no stopping until one of us is dead." Tu Lingjun taunted with a derisive sneer.

He wasn’t afraid of losing at all.

For him, Dao companions were like clothing. Unfortunately for him, he had so many clothes that he could never wear them all.

Yet Dao companion Feiyan was exquisite and unparalleled, and he had long admired her.

"You... You bastard!" Daoist Tai Mingzi’s temples throbbed uncontrollably, his annoyance boiling within, yet he no longer spoke, cursing to himself for provoking this ruffian.

Especially since this bastard had such an extraordinary cultivation level.

"Alright, alright, let’s not argue." The man seated at the head, wearing a nine-dragon crown and dragon robe, coughed. He clearly found Tu Lingjun troublesome.

"Gentlemen, the Eastern Continent’s anchoring array is of utmost importance. I have received intelligence that the Central Continent’s Buddhist sects have secretly used special methods to summon back a group of Daoist masters from the Demon Realm. Dragon Tiger Mountain has done the same."

"Now that great changes are upon heaven and earth, if you have ambitions and desire to advance further, then let us join forces, aligning with the heavens and the people, and advance the mandate of merging the three lands into one. Let’s establish the Eastern Continent’s anchoring array ahead of time to expedite the merging of Central and Eastern Continents."

"In this era of unprecedented upheaval, if we unite to attack Central Continent, how much territory we will occupy, whether we will cooperate or fight on our own, we’ll discuss when the time comes, alright?"

The middle-aged man in the dragon robe spoke solemnly, his tone suggestive, yet filled with convincing authority.

His voice was not loud but impossible for anyone to ignore, not just because of his status but also his supreme cultivation level. He was the Millennium Emperor of Great Qin, Yin Zhan.

"Agreed!"

"Good!"

"The Taiyi Dao Sect has no objections."

"The Sumi Buddha Zen Monastery has no objections."

"The Creation Dao Sect has no objections."

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The resolution passed unanimously, with no dissenters.

"Since that is settled, let’s consider today’s decision final. This array is complicated and cannot be set up by just one sect or family. The allocation of resources involved will all require our capable representatives in the Star Spirit Dome Array to discuss."

"We must have this array completed within ten years at the latest. Let’s not all hide our tricks; life isn’t easy for the Central Continent and foreign Dao sects right now. If they reach an understanding, even if we take this land, it would only be making a wedding dress for others."

Yin Zhan made a decisive declaration, setting the tone for the others. What followed was a time for various major sects and Great Qin to send their deputies to engage in negotiations. The meeting ended, and light swirled and faded away.

Tu Lingjun sat on the black iron throne, deep in thought for a while before getting up to go find his madam.

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Seven days later, Shanyue City, the Huang family estate.

The Huang family, over a hundred members, were subdued on the ground by several dozen men in black robes, their necks bared for the execution.

"True Monarch Xie Xiang, your conduct here, Great Qin will not let you go unpunished. It wasn’t my Huang family who killed your daughter, why do you seek revenge upon my Huang household?" Huang Sanlang’s eyes nearly split with rage as he struggled to roar at the man with most of his face covered in black demonic patterns.

"Huang Sanlang, my daughter died at your Eight Lords Pavilion. Your Huang family has already chosen the path of death. Whether that person is or isn’t a hidden expert of your Huang family remains uncertain. Just because my daughter spoiled a deal for your family, you would send someone to carry out such a ruthless act?" True Monarch Xie Xiang replied indifferently.

"You’re talking nonsense, Xie Xiang, do you dare to kill me, the City Lord of Shanyue City, or not?"

"If you dare not, given my Huang family’s relationship with the City Lord, this matter will surely be reported to the imperial court, and your Xie Xiang Sect will also meet an unexpected calamity. It’s not too late for you to stop now."

True Monarch Xie Xiang with the demonic pattern on his face couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter upon hearing this. "Huang Sanlang, you truly are stupid, far less capable than your father."

"Do you think there’s been even a hint of movement from the yamen or the soldiers of Shanyue City during all this commotion?"

"Once you are dead, the Eight Lords Tower, earning pots of gold daily, won’t that be handed over to the old City Lord? Did you think just by that bit of kinship, you’re really close to that old fox? Foolish! Even if we do something more outrageous, the City Lord will suppress it for us."

"You!…" Huang Sanlang seemed to grasp a terrible idea, and he couldn’t help shuddering all over, kowtowing repeatedly for a moment.

"The Huang family used to be considered a family with military glory. Now it’s reached your generation: wealth bestowed upon the family, yet you are excessively greedy, cowardly, lacking in strategy, fierce in appearance but timid at heart, only knowing how to profit, no wonder that Millennium Emperor wished to wage war."

"In another thousand years, the armies of Great Qin would have rusted away!" True Monarch Xie Xiang sneered as he looked at Huang Sanlang, whose cultivation level was merely at the third level of the True Person Realm, and that too artificially achieved through external objects.

"Kill!"

Swish swish swish!

Blood soared to the sky, and over a hundred heads rolled to the ground.

"Father, the Huang family has been put to death, should we still search for the person who killed elder sister?" A man with a scarred face hesitantly asked True Monarch Xie Xiang.

"Search, search your mother’s head!"

True Monarch Xie Xiang suddenly exploded in rage, spinning around and knocking the scarred man to the ground with a slap.

"With such cultivation, he must at least be a True Monarch who has entered the Dao. I have only just made a breakthrough. Foolish son, do you wish me to fight a battle to the death with this person?"

"To annihilate the Huang family, taking nothing, all the wealth to be given to that old fox, so that we others also have an explanation for outsiders, let’s stop here. Feiyan was not careful in choosing her targets, bringing trouble upon herself with someone she should not have provoked, let her death be. It’s over."

It seemed True Monarch Xie Xiang had thought of something as he stopped in his tracks, speaking coldly to the man on the ground, "The same goes for you. If you provoke someone you shouldn’t have and get yourself killed, it’s your own fault. I still have plenty of life ahead of me; I can always produce another offspring. Understand?"

"A fool you are, living is a waste of rice, dying is for the best. Xiang’er, you still have much to learn. Don’t blame your father for being heartless, the world is just like this!"

"Retreat!"

At his command, the dozens of men in black robes receded like the tide, leaving behind only the empty blood-stained ground.

The next day, the Huang family of Shanyue City died to a sudden epidemic, and under the control of the City Lord, the event did not cause much upheaval, and many even clapped their hands in celebration.

For instance, the old innkeeper of Eight Lords Tower, whose salary had been withheld, no longer needed to worry; in fact, it had increased by twenty percent on top of the original amount. The old City Lord was well versed in the sustainable exploitation of resources, and within three days the situation in Shanyue City had completely stabilized, even more prosperous than before.

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Below a precipitous cliff lay a field of chaotic rocks, known as the Wild Stone Mound.

This was a desolate place hundreds of miles away from Shanyue City, where not even venomous snakes could be spotted flicking their tongues.

Yi Chen chose this place to wait for the Yin Manor, firstly to avoid unnecessary trouble and involving others in this maelstrom, and secondly, he wanted to thoroughly comprehend the seventh move of the Immortal Slaying Halberd Method before this final moment.

At Wild Stone Mound, Yi Chen concentrated and meditated, consuming a Bodhi Golden Fruit. With the help of its boundless medicinal effects, he immediately began to deduce the path of the seventh halberd strike in his mind.

Though he had his eyes closed in deep concentration, a spiritual shadow rose up to the heavens, continuously practicing the halberd strikes amidst the chaotic stones, stirring the wind and clouds.

"What a pity, having glimpsed a trace of the technique, but to perfect this move, even to execute half of it, there is still a long way to go."

"Such a move must be understood in life-and-death situations, but now there’s not enough time!" Yi Chen sighed deeply as ten days passed in the blink of an eye and the familiar, eerie red mansion of Yin Manor quietly appeared.