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

Chapter 213 Demon Child, Calamity Dragon, Wu Ding Divine Sect, Spy in the Disk?

Night had fallen.

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The full moon, like a glowing silver platter, hung suspended in the sky.

A tall young man in blue armor and a young man in a purple robe stood opposite each other, their auras clashing and stirring their long hair to flutter slightly behind them.

Behind the tall youth was a skeleton wrapped in white cloth, eerily extreme.

Although the young man in the purple robe had an ordinary face, his white eyebrows were particularly striking

"Fellow Daoist, why block my path?" The demonic heir Ye Fengdi touched his white eyebrows, his eyes wary as he looked at the tall youth blocking his way, his voice indifferent.

He was puzzled. Zhang Daoyi had previously fought a duel with the Buddhist heir on Qingyun Mountain in the Jiangnan Circuit, the event capturing the attention of the world. Now that the date was nearing, he naturally wanted to join the excitement and see for himself how his two old rivals had progressed.

This time, taking a risk to venture out to sea, enduring life-and-death tribulations, he had stumbled upon an immense fortune on a desolate island overseas. He had successfully advanced to the seventh layer of the True Person Realm and even integrated the divine power seeds he had comprehended into the supreme saber techniques of his Heavenly Demon Sect.

A man born between heaven and earth, how could he languish for long beneath others?

His purpose in this journey was to present this technique for his two old friends to appraise.

It was time for a change in the rankings of the Dragon Tiger List.

Unexpectedly, halfway to Qingyun Mountain, he encountered this strange young man.

"So you are Ye Fengdi, the current demonic heir of the Heavenly Demon Sect? Why are you so weak?" The tall youth frowned and voiced his words, even taking out the booklet from the Dragon Tiger List and flipping through it cautiously.

"You, courting death. State your name, for I do not slay the nameless under my blade!" Ye Fengdi's anger surged instantly, as a crescent saber suddenly appeared in his hand.

The moon was bright and brilliant, but the saber in Ye Fengdi's hand was even more dazzling than the moonlight.

"That's a decent blade, but if you want to know my name, you'll have to prove you're worthy." The tall young man nodded slightly, a green long spear emerging in his hand. The spear was simplistic, without luster, save for its tip, which was as red as blood, exuding an aura of slaughter.

"You…." Rage twisted Ye Fengdi's face beyond control, yet his heart turned ice-cold. Although the aura of the man before him was subdued and harmonious, making it hard to gauge his depth, he had more faith in the saber in his hand.

The demonic heir lifted his crescent saber horizontally, his demonic energy surging as a dazzling and captivating brilliance suddenly rose from the blade in his hand.

"Take my move!"

"Iron Horse Frozen River!"

The sound exploded in the night sky, and a brilliant saber energy like a crescent moon suddenly emerged. Countless moonlights converged into the saber light, adding power to the attack, sending endless saber energy straight for the tall youth's head.

Yet faced with such an astonishing cut, the tall young man merely extended his palm with a cold expression, his hand turning into a green color as if he gripped the white saber energy, extinguishing the radiant light within his large hand.

"How…how is that possible? Who exactly are you?" The demonic heir's eyes bulged with disbelief, having not held back even a little on that strike, although he hadn't employed his perfect saber technique.

"Given that you could scratch the surface of my Wuding's Azure King's physical body, you have earned the right to know my name." The tall young man opened his palm, and a white scratch mark became apparent in the center of his green palm.

"Unexpectedly, the once unmatchable demonic faction of Central Continent has fallen so. I am none other than the first true disciple of the Wuding Divine Sect from the Eastern Continent, Huo Long."

"You may go! You're about to lose all face for the demonic sect. Your cultivation doesn't deserve the title of demonic heir!"

"I shall personally go to Qingyun Mountain and seek guidance from the Daoist heir and the Buddhist heir."

Huo Long's voice shifted from cold to passionate as he shook his green long spear and slapped it across the demonic heir's crescent saber. An overwhelming force sent Ye Fengdi flying into the wilderness, startling countless creatures from their nocturnal rest.

Some dreams fall from the sky before they even take flight.

Huo Long drew forth the exquisitely crafted silver booklet of the Dragon Tiger List, flipping open to the fifth page, where Yi Chen's image emerged.

"The fifth place on the Dragon Tiger List? Yi Chengzi?"

"Heh, the fourth-ranked demonic heir turned out to be so weak; there's no need to pay any attention to Yi Chengzi and those who follow. All worthless."

"I hope the Buddhist heir and the Daoist heir will bring me some surprise. Central Continent has truly declined."

"Not that my realm is too small, just that its talents are too few; not that I scorn Central Continent, just that it has no one."

"Let me, Huo Long, shatter the young generation of Central Continent and raise the prestige of the Eastern Continent, paving the path for the future plans of my Wuding Divine Sect."

"I live like a whirlwind, regarding the world's talents as void."

"Huo Long aspires to be the Heavenly Master, challenging the world's heroes with his spear."

With a tug, Huo Long ripped Yi Chen's page and those behind it to shreds, the pieces scattering across the sky like butterflies.

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Yi Chen reached out with his large hand, sweeping through the air above Fairy Bai's body. A warm sensation enveloped her, and instantly, the icy chill that had clung to her was melted away like snow under the sun.

Struggling to her feet, she pulled a white medicinal pill from her storage ring and swallowed it.

"Thank you for your help, for saving my life. This storage ring is now yours," she said.

"If you ever have some free time, you may visit me at Qingyun Sect's Shuiyun Peak. I will surely repay you handsomely."

Fairy Bai removed the storage ring from her hand and handed it over to Yi Chen, leaving herself with just two bottles of healing pills. Her straightforwardness took him by surprise.

"That's quite generous. You're a straightforward person, Fairy Bai. We're even now. But I dare not visit your Qingyun Sect."

Yi Chen accepted the storage ring with a smile. It was a prize won by his own skill; why not take it?

"Fellow cultivator, your cultivation is remarkable, yet you remain unnamed. 'Yan San' can't be your real name, can it?" she asked suddenly, as if moved by some unknown force.

The atmosphere immediately became tense.

Yi Chen gave her an indifferent look that swept over Fairy Bai's curvaceous body, causing her scalp to tingle with unease. At that moment, she wished she could slap herself.

"How foolish of me to speak out of turn."

"After I return to my sect, I'll never venture out alone again."

With her teeth clenched, Fairy Bai avoided Yi Chen's gaze, her body trembling slightly.

Two seconds later, the ice on Yi Chen's face melted away as he realized something with a glance. This Fairy Bai, despite her ample bosom, was lacking in brains.

He decided to deceive her.

"Ah, Fairy, you are unaware. I, Yan, have never changed my name or style; I am indeed called Yan San, styled Chi Xia."

"Previously, I was just a poor scholar until by chance I fell off a cliff into an ancient tomb, where I received the inheritance of a master, and that's how I obtained my current level of cultivation."

"This action today was out of sheer necessity. As a loose cultivator, life is difficult."

Yi Chen looked at Fairy Bai with a 'melancholic' expression, sighing with every step.

"Inebriated, I shed light over my blade. How many achievements are carved upon it? Entering the path of cultivation by mistake, I look back on the past. All connections are cut off. The west wind wears away at me, and though smoke from a stream fades away, a solitary lamp still illuminates the ancient tomb~"

"If Fairy trusts me, Yan, you should consider changing your name. It's unlucky," he said.

With a flicker of his figure, he moved ten meters in a single step. By the time Fairy Bai regained her senses, Yi Chen had already shouldered his broadsword and strode off, his skills and reputation hidden deep.

"Yan San, truly a man of exceptional talent~" Fairy Bai felt an unexpected ripple in her heart.

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Yi Chen transformed back into a young man in blue and continued along the forest path. The further he went, the more the terrain subtly rose at an imperceptible incline—his guess was that the core of this pocket realm's treasure, the True Martial Pavilion, was located at the highest point.

There, that was the ideal place for his 'operation.'

It was certainly more efficient than relying solely on good fortune as he was doing now.

To rapidly amass the 4,600 Deep Red Points needed to complete the breakthrough of his True Technique, he had to seize this opportunity.

With that thought, Yi Chen quickened his pace even more.

In the pocket realm, there was no night, only endless day. He moved silently, traveling for several hours. Despite his high level of alertness and considerable cultivation level, he couldn't help but feel a bit weary.

Just as he thought about stopping to catch his breath, he suddenly discovered two gruesomely deceased bodies around a bend up ahead.

One body was dressed in green, tall and solid, with a red line across the neck, the head hanging lifelessly with bulging eyes that refused to close in death.

The other, of average height, was unrecognizable, charred black with approximately ninety percent of the body burnt. Because of the burnt flesh, the transparent thread wrapped around his finger stood out strikingly.

On the fingers of both corpses, the storage rings were conspicuously visible.

"Damn it, is this the result of a mutual takedown, or is it a baited trap?"

Yi Chen, disguised as the young man in blue, looked ahead with amazement and suspicion.