Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 414 - 305 Kill! Kill! Kill! The Daoist Intends to Pay Tribute to the Jianxie Sect by the Mountain Worship Ceremony_2

The gentleman in white still smiled gracefully, but his eyes were cold as ice. His gaze swept over True Monarch Fu Mo without a word.

Immediately standing up, with a smile Fu Mo said, "Young Master, since the Sect Master Qinyun is unwilling to become your ninth consort, why not take her daughter Zhen Ruan as a concubine instead?"

"Zhen Ruan is full of youthful vigor, indeed possessing a different kind of spring charm that would be quite suitable as the Young Master’s concubine."

The veiled threat in Fu Mo’s words drew scornful glances from the others at the banquet. Just as he was about to say something else, there was a "bang" as the doors of the building exploded open.

A dauntless Daoist with a towering and robust figure entered expressionlessly, his pectoral muscles prominently defined. He was toying with three golden iron balls in one hand as his muscles bulged all around.

Yi Chen could have never imagined that no sooner had he left the Hehuan Sect, just as he approached, he would hear someone proposing to marry his mother-in-law as his father-in-law.

Even less did he expect that someone wanted to take Ruan’er as a concubine.

To think someone wanted him, Yi Taoist, to be the cuckold—this was no longer merely audacious. This time, he felt he had to strike hard.

Perhaps, he had indeed been too kind before.

"Zhang… Zhang San." Witnessing the fearsome aura of the incoming person, fear flashed across Fu Mo’s face, which had remained unflustered under the disdainful looks of the crowd earlier.

Seeing Yi Chen’s increasingly imposing figure closing in and feeling the abyssal aura and the undisguised intent to kill, Fu Mo couldn’t help but take three steps back, casting a pleading look at the gentleman in white seated at the head of the table.

"Young Master, save..."

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Yi Chen stepped forward abruptly, appearing unexpectedly in front of True Monarch Fu Mo. He grabbed Fu Mo’s scholarly hat as if picking up a chick and lifted him into the air.

"Fu Mo, want to know how that favored disciple of yours died back in the Hehuan Sect?"

Yi Chen’s face loomed large in front of True Monarch Fu Mo.

Unfortunately, under the Extreme Origin seal, Fu Mo could not speak; his face swelled red as he struggled ceaselessly like a fish out of water.

"He died just like you will die, in utter misery."

"His head, with a ’pop,’ just exploded, like a rotten watermelon."

"His eyes bulged wide as his head was hammered into his stomach by yours truly."

As the words fell, Yi Chen’s hand slowly pressed down, his movements excruciatingly slow as he gradually forced True Monarch Fu Mo’s head into his chest. Then, with a kick, he turned him into a cloud of blood mist.

At the same time, a majestic purple-gold figure soared upwards, appearing above in the great hall.

Yi Chen’s fierce eyes now rested upon the gentleman in white at the main seat.

At this moment, the amorous gentleman could no longer feign death. He had cursed True Monarch Fu Mo countless times in his heart already.

"Curse you, Fu Mo, is this the grandeur a True Monarch should possess?"

"The scoundrel has misled me!"

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The gentleman in white had dared to pressure the Hehuan Sect, thinking only of the mysterious great elder of the sect, who was also a True Monarch in cultivation. If he truly offended him, with the foundation of the Jianxie Sect, they could afford the conflict, and even with his own cultivation and magic artifacts, he was not feeble in the early stages of True Monarch realm.

"Stay calm. Mother often said that blessings lean upon misfortunes, and misfortunes upon blessings. There might still be a chance for turnaround here."

"If the plan is well-devised, we can even win a strong ally for our Grouped Stars Sword Alliance. Everything under the heavens is driven by profit; at worst, we’ll just share a larger slice of benefits with the Hehuan Sect. After all, I haven’t crossed the sect in the slightest."

With thoughts churning, the amorous gentleman stood up smilingly, altering the previously confident and complacent demeanor.

"Who might this Dao brother be? I am the amorous gentleman of the Jianxie Sect, the son of Wusheng Sword Mother, born with a twin ghost spirit companion. Now that the spirit has been integrated into the sword, she has advanced into the realm of cutting the path. My mother is currently looking to establish the Grouped Stars Sword Alliance and is in urgent need of talents. With Dao brother’s cultivation level, why not visit my Jianxie Sect in person and have an extensive discussion with my mother, sitting and conversing about the Dao, how about it?"

Yi Chen gave the gentleman in white a surprised glance. He had indeed come across the tale of the twin ghost spirit in ancient texts.

This was a peculiarity among secret techniques.

The so-called twin ghost spirit involved one mother giving birth to twins. Using a secret technique, one of the babies was refined into a ghost infant companion, growing alongside the surviving baby. Due to the shared origin, the ghost infant was inherently close to the living baby and provided a significant aid on the path of cultivation, suitable for practicing certain special secret techniques.

This method involving the twin ghost spirit was originally created thousands of years ago by the sect leader of the evil heavenly door, Ni Yunzi, who coveted a naturally born divine body. He even arranged for his offspring to have five ghosts by their side. Perhaps due to the excessive violation of natural harmony by this technique, the leader of the evil heavenly door suddenly disappeared during an outing. It remained an unsolved case in the Eastern Continent.

As a result, the evil heavenly door, once one of the top sects in Eastern Continent, weakened and was eventually overtaken by the Wuding Divine Sect.

Though Yi Chen knew of the twin ghost spirit, he was unaware that the sect master of Jianxie Sect was a person accompanied by a ghost spirit. With a single thought, Yi Chen pushed the amorous gentleman aside, causing him to stumble, then took the main seat for himself.

"I never imagined the gentleman is the direct offspring of the Wusheng Sword Mother."

"I am the very grand elder of the Hehuan Sect that you’ve been seeking, Zhang San. You may call me, Hidden Dragon Taoist."

"Since the gentleman insisted on having the Sect Master Qinyun play the zither, pour me a cup of wine and agree to lend me an item, and we will let bygones be bygones, shall we?" Yi Chen said with an imperious look, glancing at the gentleman in white, his expression enigmatic.

"Rest assured, the item is on your person, I will not make things difficult for you, nor ask for the rarest treasures in the world."