Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 542 - 359: Xiao Lang, truly you! Chen Haichao, eat shit! Activate the traction array!

Yi Chen immediately added another mark in his little notebook for grudges upon hearing that.

He found the Illumination Organization more and more resembled an organization of doom, which would eventually lead one down a path to death.

"It turned out to be that bastard Sword Fiend? Xiao Lang, it seems that the person conspiring from behind truly hates your guts, they even included Yuan Jun in their schemes."

"Flower Spirit Son of the Illumination Organization intercepted Yuan Jun midway, not hesitating to waste an extremely precious formation plate to trap Yuan Jun for over the duration of a cup of tea."

"What they never expected was that you, Xiao Lang, would actually be able to fight Sword Fiend head-on."

With silver hair reaching her hips, skin white as snow, and stunningly beautiful features, Yuan Jun still couldn’t hide her shock as she looked at the severed head in Yi Chen’s hand.

Sword Fiend was no nobody, although his cultivation wasn’t outstanding among his peers, with the Gu-engraved Sword of Evil in his hand, even a seventh-level Dao Mastery cultivator had to be extremely cautious against him.

Moreover, he lacked the demeanor of a strong man, like a poisonous snake lurking in the shadows, one who would launch a sneak attack whenever possible and would never confront an opponent directly. A genius elder of the Supreme Daoist Sect had been lured into a trap and killed by him two hundred years ago, and even a princess consort of the Great Qin had been secretly abducted by him.

Regrettably, that man was extremely cunning, striking precisely and fleeing immediately, disappearing without a trace.

Some speculated that Sword Fiend must have had a powerful force backing him for his continued escapes from pursuit.

However, nobody knew that Sword Fiend, who had roamed freely for many years and caused significant upheaval with every move, had today fallen at the boundary between the southern and northern regions.

Yi Chen and Yuan Jun moved side by side toward the location of the Hidden Dragon Alliance, and en route, Yuan Jun started telling Yi Chen of the bad deeds Sword Fiend had done over the years, some of which Yi Chen had never heard about. These crimes were too numerous to record, even more outrageous than those committed by Sun Ge in his previous life.

For instance, Yi Chen had never heard about the abduction of the Great Qin princess consort. He enjoyed listening to such stories, but sadly didn’t dare to ask in detail, as he was too proud to pry.

As the two chatted leisurely and with their swift travel speed, a group of people soon appeared before them.

At this moment, the cultivators of the Red Dust Demon Sect had already disappeared without a trace.

Seeing this scene, Yi Chen’s expression immediately changed.

Yuan Jun instantly became tense all over, her divine consciousness sweeping the surroundings, her face eager to try:

"Xiao Lang, what have you found? Is there still an ambush?"

"Damn, I almost forgot, my money! My money’s gone!"

Yi Chen, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, pointed ahead and said, "Yuan Jun, there’s no time to waste, we need to talk while we move, and quickly!"

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Ten days later, within the Hidden Dragon Alliance, Kun Xu Mountain.

Yi Chen and Yuan Jun were buried among a pile of treasures, both their faces thick with happy smiles.

The sons of the Red Dust Demon Sect proved to be cunning, scattering in escape upon seeing their Sect Master’s death. Yi Chen had been careless at that moment, being cautioned by Sword Fiend’s strike to not be overconfident, and as a result, he missed the opportunity to strip the land clean of spoils.

Although the Red Dust Demon Sect’s treasures were mostly taken away by some elders who had received the information, luckily, Yi Chen and Yuan Jun arrived in time to intercept some ’little tails.’ Considering the wealth of the Red Dust Demon Sect, this haul was enough for Yuan Jun and Yi Chen to live comfortably.

Yuan Jun walked barefoot among the spread-out treasures, as joyful as a little animal experiencing the spring sunlight for the first time, her silver hair even more upright.

Yi Chen straightened up and looked up to meet Yuan Jun’s sparkling eyes.

"Xiao Lang, how shall we divide these?"

"Of course, it should be half for me and half for Yuan Jun. You know me, I’m Yi Chengzi, and I always put righteousness first; I value loyalty!"

"This... this isn’t right. I was held up by an attack this time and almost caused trouble. Let’s do this, I’ll take twenty percent... no, make it thirty percent." Yuan Jun, agitated, started scratching her silver-white hair, making it messy, evidently struggling with the decision internally.

"What are you talking about, Yuan Jun? If it weren’t for you, I would have been attacked from both front and back. We must split it fifty-fifty; that’s what you deserve."

With a light smile on his face, Yi Chen slyly wagged his tail in a corner where others couldn’t see, "If it really bothers you, Yuan Jun, just help look after my useless junior brothers in your spare time."

"Alright, since you’re generous, Xiao Lang, fifty percent it is." Immediately, crescent moons appeared above the peach blossom mask, obviously Yuan Jun’s eyes had curled into crescent shapes, she seemed to think of something, her crescent moons vanished, and her brows knitted tightly.

"Xiao Lang, this ambush you encountered must have been meticulously planned by someone. If I am not mistaken, it’s probably that bastard Chen Haichao."

"The Controlling Spirit Holy Puppet Sect has been lying low and developing very rapidly in recent years. Now that we’ve taken the opportunity to wipe out the Red Dust Demon Sect, it might give Chen Haichao the chance to stir up trouble again."

"Given Chen Haichao’s manner of acting only after careful planning, he definitely won’t leave any loose ends."

Upon this thought, a hint of anger emerged on the peach blossom mask of Yuan Jun, "Never mind, when the time comes, you push all the responsibility for demolishing the Red Dust Demon Sect onto me. I’ll take all the blame, and then we’ll see what tricks Chen Haichao can come up with."

Seeing Yuan Jun filled with righteous indignation, Yi Chen led her to the teahouse to sit down, poured her a cup of refreshing tea, and then spoke calmly:

"Did you think this fifty percent share is for you to take the karmic consequences for the Red Dust Demon Sect’s downfall?"

"Ah?... Isn’t it?"

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Yuan Jun, ever straightforward, blurted it out immediately, then awkwardly sipped her tea.