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

Chapter 211 True Martial Holy Palace (1)

The white-robed beauty stared deeply at Yi Chen's face without saying a word, then approached the thirty-third bronze magic pillar.

At this time, there was a beautiful Caiyi girl, roughly 1.6 meters tall, standing atop the thirty-third pillar. Her attire was simple and sparing of fabric, revealing her fair, delicate arms and thighs, and she wasn't even wearing shoes or socks, with bare, jade-like feet.

"Fairy Bai, what are you doing?" asked the Caiyi girl who had just entered the True Person Realm timidly.

"Fellow Daoist, would you prefer I ask you to step down, or will you leave on your own?"

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Due to the whim of some tyrant, a chain reaction had occurred throughout the entire sequence of bronze magic pillars.

Yi Chen, however, was completely uninterested in this because his attention was fully captured by a mechanical echoing voice in his ear.

"Teleportation Array? The closer the number on the pillar is to the front, the closer one can be teleported to the True Martial Pavilion? The first person to pass through the various obstacles and enter the True Martial Pavilion could possibly obtain the inheritance of True Monarch Tianwen? Those who kill within the hall will be expelled from the palace?"

After echoing once, the voice fell silent, but Yi Chen's eyes inevitably revealed a look of confusion.

This True Monarch Tianwen has a vibe akin to the Pirate King.

Yi Chen felt something was off, and a heightened sense of vigilance began to brew within him.

Still, no rush, his mentality had already changed.

Compared to the treasures that may not come into his hands, the several powerful ghosts and corpse kings in this hall were more alluring to him at this moment.

Unconsciously, he had adjusted the focus of his plans.

"Why seek treasures when you are the treasures?" Yi Chen licked his dry lips, discreetly memorizing the appearance and mana aura of a few individuals.

After another half an hour had passed, more than ten people entered the hall. Suddenly, the crowd erupted into a noisy chatter, with most people looking respectfully toward the two individuals who had just appeared.

Yi Chen focused his gaze and saw that it was a dwarf elder and a pale-faced scholar who had arrived side by side.

The dwarf elder was shrouded in a bleak ghostly aura, while a faint demonic aura surrounded the pale-faced scholar.

Seeing the dwarf elder and the pale-faced scholar enter, the old Taoist with a youthful face standing at the fourth bronze pillar opened his eyes, a sharp look crossing his face.

"Ghost Youzi, since when did your Yin Mountain Prefecture become so close with the Huangquan Sect? You guys sure are becoming more sensitive," he said.

The dwarf elder and the pale-faced scholar gave the old Taoist a look of hostility. "Still not as sensitive as your nose, Yueyangzi, and the Farm Lord."

The old man dressed as a farmer standing on the third pillar heard this and glanced languidly at the dwarf elder, speaking casually, "Ghost Youzi, you better think before you speak, or I won't mind planting you in my spiritual land."

As soon as these words were out, both the dwarf elder and the pale-faced scholar showed a wary look and fell silent.

The two exchanged gazes, taking the sixth and seventh positions, triggering another smooth chain reaction.

The old man with the youthful face and the sorrowful farmer were naturally the same two individuals from the inn whose cultivation levels Yi Chen could not discern.

Yi Chen watched all this silently.

Another treasure had been added to his collection.

How wonderful.

"Farm Lord, you're quite domineering – I just arrived and heard you want to bury people as fertilizer. You wouldn't bury me as well, would you?"

The voice was heard before the person was seen.

A delightful chuckle sounded.

The next moment, a palace-dressed beauty arrived floating through the air, a green sword on her back, her expression bright and cheerful, an ample bosom, black hair like ink flowing down, and just above her green embroidered shoes with white silk stockings, a piece of calf, white as jade, with elegant lines, was revealed.

"Fairy Li jests. How can an old man like me, already half in the grave, compete with the sharpness of a fairy's flying sword?" The farmer who had previously silenced the dwarf elder replied with a wry, self-deprecating tone to the newly arrived beauty.

The beauty did not reply, instead approaching Wen Renzhong like a fairy gliding through the skies, her enchanting eyes fixedly staring at him.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Wen Renzhong's face turned beet red, and ultimately, he left the ninth pillar to look for another unfortunate soul.

Another two hours passed by, and during this time, more than a dozen people entered, with the most eye-catching being a gaunt old scholar holding bamboo slips, his presence formidable.

Just as the bronze doors outside the hall were about to close, an extremely burly figure narrowly squeezed in.

The man was bald, with his chest bare, a thick Buddha Beads necklace around his neck, and he was energetically chewing on a roast chicken.

His boisterous voice echoed throughout the hall.

"Haha, arriving early isn't as good as arriving cunningly, I, Xu Wuxie, indeed have astonishing luck."

"Eh, to find so many old friends here, Fu Canglong, you damned dog, it seems you're also here for the Xuantian Elixir within the True Martial Pavilion."

Upon hearing this, Yi Chen couldn't help but prick up his ears.

The fame of the Xuantian Elixir was as thunderous to him; it was a grand elixir of the heavenly tier and was one of the very few that could aid in advancing to the True Monarch Realm.

It was said that the success rate of advancing stages with this elixir could increase by twenty percent out of thin air.

"Xu Wuxie, your mouth is still as smelly as before, don't say what you shouldn't, or you'll die!"

For the first time, the middle-aged monk in a python robe with square characters for a face, who had been meditating with closed eyes atop the first bronze Divine Pillar, opened his eyes.

This person turned out to be born with a unique feature, double pupils in his eyes.

Yi Chen also set his gaze on the person who had spoken, knowing only that this individual must be one of the top experts from the Jiangnan Circuit's Public Security Division. He never expected that this person would be Fu Canglong, truly unparalleled in his domineering aura.

"Fu Canglong, what's there that cannot be said? Before its demise, the True Martial Holy Sect once marshaled the strength of the entire sect to refine a furnace of Xuantian Elixirs, stored right inside that True Martial Pavilion. Not long after, the sect perished, with only True Monarch Tianwen surviving by killing his way out of an encirclement, severely wounded."

"Fellow Daoists, if you are interested in the Xuantian Elixir, you'll have to be careful around Director Fu."

These words caused an immediate stir in the hall.

Some people showed a surprised and delighted expression, clearly unaware of such secrets.

Others had angry looks in their eyes, evidently already knowledgeable of the inside story, with other schemes in their minds.

Xu Wuxie, seeing his aim achieved, a cunning flicker passed through his eyes as he made his way to the bronze pillar where Gui Youzi stood.

"Little dwarf, you don't mind squeezing in a bit, right?" His rough voice rang out again, and in Gui Youzi's shocked and angry gaze, Xu Wuxie's burly figure had already landed on the Divine Pillar. With a twist of his rear, he had actually caused Gui Youzi to stagger and step out of the range of the bronze pillar.

The scene was quite comical.

Yi Chen watched Xu Wuxie, and his eyes narrowed slightly.

The reputation of Xu Wuxie was as thunderous to him as well.

This man had a mysterious origin, was solitary and aloof, with cultivation profound to the extreme, being a character at the ninth and highest level of the True Person Realm. More famous than his cultivation was his unpredictable temperament.

Don't be fooled by his shaved head and Buddha Beads; in reality, he had nothing to do with the Buddhist sect.

"It seems this trip will be very interesting."

Yi Chen, watching the extremely imposing figures on the top ten bronze Divine Pillars, couldn't help but laugh to himself.

Each of these people had their own schemes, and it was still unknown if some had secretly formed alliances, with some even harboring deep-seated grudges and desires to kill each other.

The reason they hadn't made a move yet was entirely because of mutual restraint.

With the entrance imminent, if they were to fight now and sustain injuries, it would be disadvantageous for the journey ahead and might make it easy for others to reap the benefits, so they were all holding back.

"Stir it up, just stir it up, turn the heavens and the earth upside down."

Now, as Yi Chen saw the hall filled with so many experts, he no longer had such a strong desire to rush to the True Martial Pavilion to compete for those treasures first.

In battle, one must bully the weak while being stronger.

His first choice was to first thoroughly loot the inferior evil spirits and Corpse Kings of Gold Coins.

If it weren't for the emergence of the True Martial Holy Palace, finding so many experts with Deep Red Points to loot Gold Coins would not have been easy, and provoking continuous slaughter would not end well.

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But now things were different. With many restrictions inside this cave paradise and dangers abound, the death of a person or two was utterly normal. It was time for him to flex his muscles.

If he could also slaughter Gui Youzi, that would be even better.

Yi Chen looked at the dwarf elder and felt a surge of killing intent. Yin Mountain Faction was an old friend, after all; back when he was in Longjiang Prefecture, he had already crossed paths with this power, spoiling their good deeds.

"That's settled then. Treasures and divine weapons mean nothing to me compared to Deep Red Points. If I can gather the remaining seven thousand Deep Red Points necessary to advance to the thirteenth layer of the True Technique, this trip shall be considered a success."

"If I have any strength left, I'll explore the True Martial Pavilion."

Yi Chen felt a sense of determination in his heart. His path differed from the many in the hall; Deep Red Points were his most precious treasure, all other things could wait.

As Yi Chen was deep in thought, suddenly, a fierce wind swept through the grand hall, and the bronze Divine Pillars began to emit a dense milky white light.

After a disorienting whirl, he found himself on a desolate plain.