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

If it hadn't been for Shen Hui forcing him onto the high platform, Yi Chen would have never sought to draw such attention to himself.

Fortunately, he had managed to get through it successfully.

"Damn it, I've offended another family, time to make a quick getaway before Shen Hui comes to seek retribution against me."

Yi Chen called back Little Miao and decided on the spot to make a run for it, cursing Dragon Tiger Mountain half to death in his heart.

Especially Zhang Longyi, whom Yi Chen cursed until even his ancestors were not spared.

Perhaps it was because Yi Chen had disrupted the ritual, but as soon as he left, the previously sunny weather suddenly changed, bringing a light drizzle that seemed to foretell the failure of the Buddhist's grand propagation of faith this time.

Just as Yi Chen was about to leave the city gate, a figure even more formidable than his usual state blocked his path.

Looking up, Yi Chen saw it was the large face of the Commander of the Flaming Army.

"Yo, Taoist Yi, why the hurry? I have an important matter to discuss with you, come with me."

Half an hour later, Yi Chen found himself back at the Golden Moon House, this time on the top floor.

A sorrow of spring to be drowned by wine, the boat sways on the lake, the curtain flutters on the pavilion.

The beauty ferrying across the Magpie Fairy Bridge, the wind drifts by, and rain whispers soft.

As soon as he stepped onto the floor, Yi Chen saw a familiar face, Qian Yueru.

Qian Yueru nodded at him, with a look that said, "Taoist, I understand you: Taoist, I'm aware of your ambitious thoughts."

"You have your talk with the Commander first, we can catch up later."

Yi Chen was baffled and wordless as he looked at Qian Yueru, with whom he had dealt several times in Longjiang Prefecture.

Damn, what have you understood now? What ambitious thoughts do I have?

Setting aside the confusion in his heart, the Commander of the Flaming Army began to explain his intentions.

Leaning on the railing, Yi Chen couldn't help but say to the Commander of the Flaming Army:

"So you're here about the King of Evil Spirits hiding deep within Cangwu Mountain near Golden Moon City? With your cultivation level, how can I be of any help to you, Commander?"

The Commander of the Flaming Army, tapping on the railing and smiling, said, "You are too modest, Taoist friend. I had originally made all necessary arrangements, but since you are here, your involvement would offer even greater assurance."

Through the Commander's explanation, Yi Chen then understood the reason he was stopped—the King of Evil Spirits, audacious as ever, had robbed a military supply convoy on the official road, inciting the fury of both the Commander and the Peacekeeping Prefecture.

Clearly, Cangwu Mountain cannot harbor such a audacious person.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

However, both the Commander of the Flaming Army and Feng Linsu, the deputy director of the Peacekeeping Prefecture, had twice attempted to encircle the King of Evil Spirits and failed, as he had been forewarned and fled each time.

The Peacekeeping Prefecture initially suspected a traitor in their midst, but after much investigation, they learned from the shadows that the King of Evil Spirits had recently acquired a secret treasure, known as the Turtle Prime Chart.

The owner of this chart can sense the presence of others with comparable or higher cultivation levels within a thousand miles, explaining why the King of Evil Spirits managed to escape on both occasions.

"What do you need me to do, Commander?"

"This petty criminal frequently harasses the official roads, commits murders, plunders, and all manner of evil deeds, and has even recruited a band of wicked cultivators and ghosts, aiming to establish his own sect and become its patriarch. I must kill him," the Commander declared.

"Three days from now will be that old ghost's eight-hundredth birthday, and on that day, you and seven secretly arranged individuals will join me in offering congratulations."

"Although Director Feng and I have borrowed a secret treasure to conceal our presence and plan to sneak in, the Turtle Prime Chart is quite extraordinary, and I fear we might still be detected by the King of Evil Spirits halfway there, causing him to flee once again. Therefore, I want you and the others to take action when the King of Evil Spirits attempts to escape, to detain him temporarily."

"Don't worry, the strength of the King of Evil Spirits is quite average, probably slightly below that of a practitioner on the seventh tier of the True Person Realm; he's simply adept at escaping."

"With the combined strength of you and the seven individuals, as long as we delay the King of Evil Spirits for a moment, Director Feng and I will swoop in to finish the job, and it's possible that the Turtle Prime Chart won't even be able to detect our presence."

"What do you say, Taoist Yi? If you agree to this task, I can promise on behalf of my army that should you fall in Yin Manor, or should you meet an unfortunate end, the Flaming Army will protect your Hidden Dragon Temple for a hundred years. Whoever dares to harm your Hidden Dragon Temple will be an enemy of the Flaming Army—and an enemy of Da Yue."

The Commander of the Flaming Army clearly came prepared, offering a promise instead of other rewards.

He had even carefully studied Yi Chen's information, knowing that this promise would be the most persuasive to him.

Yi Chen's pupils contracted slightly, and his heart was greatly intrigued. On his rise to power, he had been involved in various events, making no small number of enemies.

As long as he was alive, no one dared to bare their claws at Hidden Dragon Temple because they were not orphans either; they all had their own forces to consider.

With mutual deterrence, plus the support of intelligence from Zhennan Prefecture, he didn't need to worry too much.

However, if news of his death circulated one day, then the development of events would be unpredictable.

The promise made by the commander of the Redflame Army seemed tailor-made for him.

Even so, Yi Chen did not immediately agree.

"Two questions, if the commander can resolve my doubts, then I shall agree to this matter," Yi Chen said.

"There's no harm in asking, Taoist," the commander responded.

"First, the seven of us are to disguise ourselves as evil cultivators to attend that old ghost's 800th birthday celebration. How do we conceal the mana aura and visage of our bodies?" Yi Chen asked calmly.

Without a reasonable explanation for this issue, he wouldn't be tempted by the promises of the Redflame Army commander.

"That's an easy matter. For this special occasion, I've specifically requested seven mid-grade earth-tier pills from Zhennan Prefecture, the Seven-day Heavenshifter Pill."

"These pills have the miraculous ability to shift the heavens and exchange the earth. Within seven days, one can change their appearance and alter the aura of their mana, moving as effortlessly as one's own will, simple as turning one's hand."

"As long as the Taoist does not utilize more than thirty percent of his own mana, even standing before that old ghost, he will not see through your identity," the commander assured.

"Sadly, it is still incapable of evading the ancient treasure's odd power detection—otherwise, I would have gone myself," the commander said with regret.

Yi Chen was well aware of the reputation of the Seven-day Heavenshifter Pill from the books he had read. Given its difficult refinement process, he didn't expect that Redflame Army's commander had been angered to such an extent by the Skybreach Demonlord; he was moving heaven and earth to have him killed.

For this purpose, he even specially invited seven masters whose skills far exceeded their cultivation, all just to delay the Skybreach Demonlord for a moment.

The cost of this strategic planning probably exceeded the value of the lost military supplies many times over.

After mulling it over briefly, Yi Chen came to terms with it.

Touching things one shouldn't, no matter the cost, the Skybreach Demonlord was bound to die—because such a trend must not be allowed to spread.

Under Da Yue's rule, if you sneakily kill a few people, Zhennan Prefecture and the military might be too lazy to bother with you. But if you go too far, if you provoke mass slaughter, then you will experience the joy of many a mighty hand of the imperial dynasty attending to you.

It's like in his previous life when a pickpocket stole a laptop from an important figure and got to experience this kind of extreme "pleasure."

You were ignored before because you were not worth the trouble, but once you touch things you shouldn't have, even gods can't save you.

"I am afraid the Skybreach Demonlord also had crooked thoughts because of the unusual changes in the world, compounded with getting his hands on a secret treasure. This old ghost, indeed, is blinded by greed. During such a sensitive time, whoever dares to reach out will die. Zhennan Prefecture and the military will only be more vigilant," Yi Chen mused.

At critical moments, some things are like weathervanes.

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Take, for instance, the 3000-point threshold for stock A, or why Zhang Daoyi must not lose.

If the Skybreach Demonlord got away with his crimes, wouldn't that send a message to the outside world that Da Yue was weak, a dynasty about to topple and easily bullied? What if other powers followed suit?

"The second question, who are the other six individuals, and what is their strength?" Yi Chen continued to inquire.

"Rest assured, Taoist. You know of Qian Yueru, the commanding officer. The emergence of the Evildragon Taoist's estate brought her an Evildragon Yuan, and she has now successfully broken through to the True Person Realm. Possessing both Qilin blood and Dragon Yuan, her profound practice could equate to the killing power of the fourth level of the True Person Realm," the commander explained.

Yi Chen: "....." My True Monarch father~ Is this saturation-level support from my True Monarch father?

Upon hearing the commander's words, Yi Chen could not help but feel sour.

"There are also three people who are triplets from my Redflame Army, and their combined effort is comparable to that of the commanding officer."

"Another one is a scion of a noble family, slightly weaker, on par with the third level of the True Person Realm."

"And the last one?" Yi Chen asked curiously.

"The last one is this humble monk," said a middle-aged scholar dressed in a python robe, leading a monk with a darkened face. It was indeed the Buddha's son, Shen Hui, whom he had tricked before.

Yi Chen: "....."