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

"Taoist, isn't life full of unexpected reunions? Here's to you, drink up," Zhang Biaotou, carrying a jug of wine, led a group of young escorts over to toast Yi Chen, chatting about the amusing incident of Yi Chen crossing the river on a log.

The crowd of men listened in wonder, clicking their tongues in amazement.

Yi Chen, ever the hearty fellow, drained his cup in response, quickly becoming one of the gang.

"Head Escort Zhang, the Wei Yuan Escort Agency's business sure seems to be booming. Why are you risking your life running these escorts every day? What about your nephew? Isn't he joining you on this trip?"

Finding himself running into acquaintances on the road, Yi Chen couldn't help thinking just how small the world really is.

"Alas, my wife bore me a son with the hope of having a daughter next, but then she gave birth to triplets... all boys..." Zhang Biaotou's eyes reddened as he spoke, turning away to take a big gulp of wine.

Without thousand pounds of burden, who would leave their home to venture far away?

Ah, so this was the root of Head Escort Zhang's workaholic ways~

Yi Chen chuckled awkwardly. Come on! To the bottom! It's all in the wine!

Having four sons, in any age, is an explosive situation for ordinary people without financial freedom.

While Yi Chen was enjoying his drinks and meats, bustling with energy, a group of five Daoists in somewhat whitened robes due to washing were nibbling on coarse grain cakes by another campfire.

The youngest among them looked enviously in Yi Chen's direction and couldn't help asking, "Master, why is it that this man, also a Daoist, can drink alcohol and eat meat without any restrictions?"

Upon hearing this, Master Bai He with furrowed brows glanced in Yi Chen's direction, revealed a solemn expression and replied:

"Simply wearing a Daoist robe doesn't make one part of our Daoist community."

"Our Linghe View has its own principles; to cultivate our methods to a profound level, it is best to avoid meat and pungent foods, to meditate and fast daily, keeping the precepts and a tranquil mind."

"Think about it, can a physical body compare to the vast expanse of a Yang Spirit?"

"And how can human effort overcome the powers of heaven and earth? Daoist practice seeks harmony with nature, moving heaven and earth is the true path."

"Don't be fooled by that man's robust appearance; his muscles are lifeless and of little use. When it comes to cleansing the world of evil spirits, it's us, the practitioners of the arts, who must bear the burden."

Convinced by their master's words, the four young Daoists nodded frequently and agreed in unison, deeply convinced.

Master Bai He's words all reached Yi Chen, who had exceptionally keen senses, but he didn't bother to argue.

Because there was no need.

He had already seen that even Master Bai He was nothing more than an outsider who had awakened to cultivation, his mana chaotic and inferior to that of Master Lianhua.

It's often said that the worse the student, the more abundant his supplies, just as the lower the cultivation, the more absolute the talk.

Yi Chen believed in the Dao of unparalleled combat, where true skill lay in the ability to win, regardless of the path.

The campfire continued for more than an hour before everyone dispersed to continue their journey tomorrow.

Watching Zhang Biaotou stagger toward him to say goodbye, disappearing around the corner, Yi Chen glanced at the I Ching coins atop the bronze-cornered gold coffin in the courtyard, then around at the pitch darkness. For some inexplicable reason, he felt sort of oppressed tonight, and even sensed someone spying on him.

How strange and mysterious. After searching left and right without finding the source, Yi Chen quietly returned to his room.

In the middle of the night.

Yi Chen finished his daily routine of touching electricity and cultivating, having accumulated three points of Origin since he had last used it all up. However, at the moment, he hadn't decided on the next attribute to break through, so he set it aside as a contingency, ready to adapt to the situation as needed.

Just as he was about to rest, a loud commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"Master, it's bad! The corpse-suppressing coins on the bronze-cornered gold coffin are gone; the corpse inside is going to come out."

Yi Chen quickly pushed open the door and saw that Master Bai He and his four disciples had already gathered in the center of the courtyard.

Seeing the missing I Ching coins on top of the coffin, Master Bai He was both shocked and furious.

"Didn't I tell you to keep watch over it tonight?"

With no time to scold his disciples, Master Bai He leaped onto the top of the coffin and pressed down on the lid, which was jumping erratically.

"Fortunately, aside from the corpse-suppressing coins, this coffin is also tied with ropes that have been soaked in glutinous rice and black dog blood, otherwise, we would be in big trouble."

"Disciples, hurry, bring the corpse-binding ropes."

As quick as a flash, Master Bai He's four disciples took positions on either side of the coffin and flung out a red rope magic artifact. Each took hold of one end and channeled their mana. The rope began to glow red-hot like burning charcoal, exceptionally conspicuous against the night sky.

By now, more and more people, roused by the noise, were gathering around, including the guards of Wei Yuan Escort Agency. Yi Chen looked around but didn't spot the noble lady mentioned by Zhang Biaotou.

According to Zhang Biaotou, the noble lady was exceptionally beautiful, a pity that Yi Chen had yet to see her.

As the shaking of the coffin lid began to subside, the watching escorts sheathed their drawn swords and started praising Master Bai He for his mightiness.

They failed to notice that Master Bai He and his disciples were already sweating, hands trembling slightly.

Just then, as the commotion around the bronze-cornered gold coffin began to quiet down, it suddenly shook violently. Master Bai He, who sat atop it, was flung away by a powerful force and crashed to the ground.

His disciples' corpse-binding ropes snapped into two pieces in an instant. Under the force of the inertia, all four disciples fell backwards onto the ground.

A tall zombie clad in armor and covered in red hair stood up from the bronze-cornered gold coffin, its bloody red eyes gazing at everyone.

It turned out that the previous stillness of the zombie in the coffin was nothing more than it gathering strength.

Seeing this scene, chaos erupted on the scene.

Unbeknownst to them, a faint fog had begun to envelop the surroundings of the post station, but except for Yi Chen, no one had noticed, or rather, their attention wasn't on it at the moment.

Yi Chen frowned as he watched the white fog rising around him, his heart already secretly heightening its vigilance.

That zombie was just a minor irritation, but this sudden appearance of white fog gave him a very sinister feeling.

The feeling in his heart of being watched grew even stronger.

The Yi Taoist did a lazy donkey roll to unload the force, quickly got up, and drew the Peach Wood Sword strapped to his back. Biting his lower lip, he sprayed a mouthful of fresh blood onto the Peach Wood Sword in his hand, which immediately turned bright red like a branding iron.

He held the sword, chanting under his breath, while his right hand formed a seal. A faint aura of light enveloped him, and his body suddenly accelerated, rushing towards the evil zombie.

Then, with a sweep of the red-haired zombie's large arm, he was sent flying back even faster, crashing heavily into the wall and rebounding, falling to the ground, vomiting another mouthful of fresh blood.

Clutching the half-remaining blade of his Peach Wood Sword, his face was ashen, as if he had lost everything dear to him.

"I am incompetent, unable to eradicate this evil zombie, everyone escape separately..."

Just then, a sudden change occurred.

The latter half of Yi Taoist's words were harshly stuck in his throat, unable to come out.

The crowd watched the scene before them in shock, hardly believing their eyes.

A fist as large as a sand pot, wrapped in dark purple light, descended from the sky and fiercely struck the red-haired evil zombie's face, caving in half of its skull, knocking it to the ground.

"You're pretty strong."

"To feign death right under the nose of a Daoist, you truly didn't put me in your eyes."

After Yi Chen's successful attack, he stepped forward vehemently, and the crowd heard a teeth-clenching sound of bones breaking as his foot caved in the chest of the red-haired evil zombie.

My goodness, this was the terrifying evil zombie that had previously snapped Yi Taoist's Peach Wood Sword, yet now it was casually brought down by a punch and a kick from Yi Chen, whom they had met along the way.

The stark contrast shocked the convoy and the disciples of Yi Taoist, who were left agape.

What is it to be at the end of one's rope and to find a new village amidst the willows after a dark flower-filled path? This was it.

Just when they were all ready to flee for their lives, the Yi Taoist they had encountered halfway turned out to be a hidden dragon, rising up unexpectedly.

Among the crowd, probably only the convoy head was not so shocked, for he had witnessed Yi Chen's feat of crossing the river on a log, but the other convoy guards he brought with him were not the same group as the last time; they were all shaken to their core.

Yi Chen stood, foot on the red-haired evil zombie, a sinister smile on his face. He didn't even glance at the evil zombie that was continuously flailing under his foot, but rather surveyed the thickening fog around him with an ever deepening wariness in his eyes.

The eerie aura in the air grew denser, and he felt the slowly approaching malice.

This malice was strong!

At this moment, the pathetic red-haired evil zombie beneath his feet could only flail and attempt sit-ups under his suppression, but sadly it could not rise, and its attempts to bite Yi Chen's ankle never reached, leaving it to furiously rage in impotence, letting out roars that were either out of anger or fear.

Although they didn't understand why Yi Chen didn't finish it off, the crowd couldn't read the situation, but the scene before them was utterly shocking!

"Daoist's divine might!"

"Daoist's divine might!"

Not knowing who started it, the crowd from the convoy began to chant one after another.

Listening to the deafening chant, Yi Taoist's face turned from blue to white, the shouts slapping his face like slaps.

Yi Chen frowned as he looked around, still detecting no abnormalities. Unwilling to play with the malice behind the fog, he released a surge of force through his foot, and the red-haired evil zombie let out a final agonized howl before going still.

The onlookers burst into excited cheers. Around the corner of the post station, a lady in white, Miss Jun, gracefully approached, her legs clamped tightly, her eyes brimming with spring.

A beauty spot on the edge of her lips added to her allure.

Under the glowing moonlight, Miss Jun moved gently within three meters of Yi Chen.

The convoy guards looked on with envy at the scene before them.

Beauty loves a hero, after all—who could blame them for not being as impressive as Yi Chen.

They had no choice but to look on with envy.

Miss Jun was a prized daughter of the Jun family; winning her over meant half a lifetime less of struggle.

No, it meant completing a lifetime's KPI.

As they were lost in wild thoughts, suddenly, their pupils shrank violently.

Their goddess, Miss Jun, had her head severed by Yi Chen's sword, rolling on the ground.

"How dare you!"

"To approach me so closely."

"I knew at a glance you were not human!" Yi Chen said coldly.