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

Chapter 210 The Cave Dwelling Appears, Ninety-Nine Divine Pillars.

Yi Chen gazed at the young noble before he could respond, Wen Renzhong suddenly rose, and a scarlet blade energy burst forth from his body in an instant.

The scorching blade energy engulfed the young noble's figure, shot out of the door, and eventually vanished into the horizon.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened, only a small pile of thin ash on the ground proved that the young noble had been there.

"Friend Yan, this fellow disrupted our drinking mood, so I've dealt with him for you. Come, let's drink more," Wen Renzhong said with a smile, pouring another bowl of wine for Yi Chen.

Yi Chen silently looked at the ash on the ground, finally understanding why people would rather drink the northwestern wind out in the forest than join Wen Renzhong at his table.

He truly was a killer.

He didn't even know whom to blame for this enmity now...

The beautiful woman approached Wen Renzhong with a frosty expression on her charming face, "Wen Renzhong, you know the rules of my inn; I do not welcome those who break them."

"He didn't spend a penny, so he's not considered a guest, and I haven't broken your rules, Fairy Qing."

"You know me, I never kill indiscriminately unless provoked."

Wen Renzhong downed the wine in front of him in one gulp and smacked his lips.

"I hope there won't be a next time."

The beautiful woman gave Yi Chen and Wen Renzhong a resentful glare and left, swaying her curvy waist.

"What's the background of this Fairy Qing?" Seeing a flicker of wariness in Wen Renzhong's eyes, Yi Chen couldn't help but ask.

"Hehe, Brother Yan, how do you think this person's cultivation compares to mine?"

"Naturally, Friend, your mana is stronger, within three moves this person would surely die."

Wen Renzhong did not reply but wrote the words 'True Monarch' with his finger dipped in wine on the table. Find your next read on empire

Yi Chen instantly understood.

This person must either come from an impressive family or be involved with someone very powerful.

But since this person has resorted to running such a shady inn, it seems safe to exclude the former possibility.

What Yi Chen didn't know was that at the moment he was pondering this, Wen Renzhong, too, was feeling relieved in his heart: "It's good that I acted decisively and chopped down that fellow, otherwise wouldn't it have caused Brother Yan to look down on me?"

"This one's on the unlucky lad."

"The boss always says I'm too reckless, little does he know my quick wit."

With that thought, Wen Renzhong slightly puffed out his chest.

Life is so mysterious, under Yi Chen's casual remarks, Wen Renzhong's competitive spirit was kindled, then the young noble was obliterated.

If Yi Chen knew this, he would probably be speechless too.

At the moment, he was sneering to himself: "The knife-fighters of Mount Taihang are truly domineering, they've bewildered even me."

He didn't know on whom the young man's sect would pin the blame, but whoever it concerned, given another choice, he would still slay that carving.

Green Dragon Fortress on Mount Taihang, situated within the southern region of Henan, was a power formed by a group of Loose Cultivators extremely passionate about the blade. With time, it had grown and strengthened. Although it did not rank amongst the few top forces in the world, it was not to be underestimated either.

Just as Yi Chen was about to chat with Wen Renzhong about some more amusing matters, suddenly the sky darkened, and cries of alarm came from outside the inn.

"A treasure of a hidden world has emerged!"

"It's truly the treasure of the True Martial Holy Palace, brought forth by True Monarch Tianwen during his escape—our fortune is profound indeed."

The guests inside the inn swiftly flew out, only to see a majestic and grand palace floating in the sky above Qianzhou Peak, motionless, emitting a radiance of golden light.

The palace was approximately a hundred feet tall, resembling a huge piece of exquisite bronze ware, beautifully detailed, and its entire body was engraved with intricate talisman characters and matrix patterns.

Its surface was enveloped in a thick layer of golden light.

In the crowd, a cultivator couldn't restrain the greed in his heart and, with a surge of mana, rode a streak of escaping light directly into the golden light membrane, disappearing from sight.

With the precedent of that first brave soul, other cultivators who were still waiting and watching could no longer hold back and one after another flew toward the colossal palace.

Yi Chen was lingering at the back of the crowd, silently observing.

To those who entered first, he did not think them unwise for daring to venture into the unknown.

Some retire from their official posts to return to their hometowns, while others travel overnight to exams.

This is what makes the world interesting.

Everyone makes the best decisions based on their own circumstances, and those who first entered were mostly minor cultivators from the Qi Refinement Realm.

There was only one who was an early-stage cultivator in the True Person Realm, already advanced in years.

They were not unaware of the great risks involved in their actions, but they really had no choice, which is the tragedy of the weak.

It's like the youths of a past life who, despite seeming to have myriad choices and limitless possibilities, in reality had but one or two paths to tread.

"Brother Yan, shall we go together?" Wen Renzhong flashed Yi Chen a toothy grin. As more True Person Realm experts flew into the palace, disappearing from sight, he was becoming impatient.

Yi Chen smiled and shook his head; he decided to keep watching a little longer.

Only those without capital have to take high risks. To him, the True Martial Holy Palace was not the sole opportunity in life, so he would weigh his options a bit longer.

"Alright then, Brother Yan, the Green Dragon Gang does not dither," Wen Renzhong said, leaving behind a somewhat baffling remark before leaping up, his body enveloped in scarlet blade energy, and vanishing into the light membrane.

Half an hour later, many cultivators in the inn chose to enter.

Yi Chen pondered on the spot for a while before his form faded into the air.

Moments later, an old man riding a cloud of ghastly qi streaked across the sky. After casting a cold glance around, he too disappeared into the light membrane.

After the old man vanished, Yi Chen's face went through a rapid succession of changing expressions, as if he was engaged in an intense internal struggle.

Half an hour later, several dozen streaks of light entered the palace. There were righteous cultivators, demonic cultivators, ghosts, zombies, and even a person from the Town Peace Office dressed in a python robe.

Yi Chen couldn't hold back any longer. So many Deep Red Points had gone in, and after such a long wait no one had come out. He stamped his foot and shot up into the sky, plunging headfirst into the golden light membrane.

In the dizzying whirl of heaven and earth, he found himself in a new world.

In the blink of an eye, Yi Chen arrived at the entrance of a tall palace that made his figure seem as small as an ant in comparison.

The four ancient seal characters of "True Martial Holy Palace" shone brightly.

Staring at them for a while, Yi Chen's eyes began to feel a piercing pain, which made him even more acutely aware of the power the True Martial Holy Sect wielded in the old days.

With a thought, Yi Chen activated his reflective heart-eye ability. But within this grand hall, what was normally an ability enhanced several times over, felt as if it was suppressed by some invisible force, barely covering a three-meter radius around him.

After a moment's hesitation, Yi Chen firmly stepped through the grand entrance.

Past the long corridor and through another mighty portal, an exceedingly vast hall unfolded before Yi Chen.

Ninety-nine towering bronze godly pillars rose up, each about a hundred meters in height, with dragon and phoenix designs etched upon them, and ancient silver script embellished in a profound trajectory.

Each of the massive bronze pillars was inscribed with a number at the base, orderly arranged from one to ninety-nine.

At this time, the tops of the pillars were already crowded with cultivators; those with strong cultivation stood at the forefront, each occupying a pillar on their own, while others grouped together to share.

Wen Renzhong held a Green Dragon Crescent Blade, an imposing presence, standing atop the ninth pillar.

Moved by thought, Yi Chen immediately swept toward a fair lady in white, roughly at the third level of the True Person Realm, perched on the nineteenth pillar.

This woman, a picture of grace and elegance, captivated with every gesture and movement.

"Fellow daoist, would you prefer I ask you to step down, or will you leave on your own?" Yi Chen said to the lady in white with a smile, his tone gentle, yet his words carried the undercurrent of a bully.