Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 545 - 360: The Daoist Preaches, Millennium Emperor, with Boundless Virtue and Authority, Shakes All Directions.

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"Ying Si feared the longer the night, the more dreams might come, thus he oversaw the construction day and night, creating such a miracle."

"Such a grand formation has also piqued my curiosity. Xiao Lang, we shall set off tomorrow," Yuan Jun added with an explanation on the side.

Yi Chen naturally had no reason to refuse their invitation and promptly agreed, soon after which the two bade him farewell and left.

The Greedy Wolf Star Palace once again sank into silence.

After some contemplation, Yi Chen immediately called for his junior brother Qing Yunzi to delegate his duties in his absence.

"Elder brother, we already have enough cultivation resources. You should spend these yourself," Qing Yunzi said, his eyes nearly popping out as he looked at the ten vials of Gold Essence that Yi Chen had pushed toward him, his expression a mixture of astonishment and hesitance.

"Junior brother, I really don’t like that look in your eyes. This is what your elder brother has rightfully... earned," Yi Chen said, raising his eyebrows, and immediately, a flick on Qing Yunzi’s head followed.

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"But this is just too much," Qing Yunzi muttered with a woeful face, holding his head.

"As the junior brother of Yi Chengzi, you don’t know how to spend money? How lamentable."

"A hundred drops of Gold Essence too much? That’s not even a hair on the nine bulls that make up my wealth, just the tip of the ninth bull’s hair~" Yi Chen’s hand pressed on Qing Yunzi’s head, tousling it until his Taoist bun looked like a bird’s nest, only then did he stop, satisfied.

The damned muscle memory, that felt good.

"Elder brother, can we not go? It’s actually quite nice staying in the Free Heaven," Qing Yunzi said.

Listening to Qing Yunzi’s words, this time, Yi Chen’s playful expression on his face faded. He clasped Qing Yunzi’s shoulder with a grip as firm as iron pincers, his face turning solemn as he said:

"Junior brother, in the age of great strife, the strong survive, and the weak perish."

"Some things can’t be avoided just because you want to hide from them."

"If your elder brother does not return, you will be the new master of Hidden Dragon Temple. If there are issues, you may seek out Yuan Jun, but remember, you can ask for help once or twice, but not a third time. Favors are like sheets of paper, each thinner than the last. You must stand strong; your biggest reliance in this world is not your elder brother but yourself."

"Tomorrow, I will have Yuqing True King and Yuan Jun cast spells to alter your appearance and conceal your traces. Go out and gain some experience. Qing Feng and Ming Yue, I’ll have Ruan’er instruct them in my stead."

"I’ll follow elder brother’s arrangements," Qing Yunzi said, his face betraying a glint of hope and apprehension.

Daylight streamed through the window, casting long shadows of the two men across the wall, resembling a partridge snuggling up to a larger one.

After a time as long as it takes to drink a cup of tea, and as Qing Yunzi turned to leave, Yi Chen suddenly called out, stopping him in his tracks:

"Junior brother, when traveling outside, remember never to reveal your identity as my disciple to anyone, not even to a female cultivator you fancy."

"Ah?"

"You cry out for what? Elder brother is saying this for your own good, and don’t report Yuan Jun’s name either."

Qing Yunzi: "...."

"Elder brother, what exactly have you done outside?" Qing Yunzi asked, suddenly filled with intense curiosity, and he couldn’t help but envy Yi Chen’s exciting life.

He too longed for a life as thrilling as his elder brother’s.

"You’ll quickly find out what your elder brother has been up to just by asking around outside. Remember, the true mantle of our master is on you. Don’t be an indiscriminate do-gooder out there, lest your elder brother ends up presiding over your funeral rites."

Yi Chen turned away, waving his hand nonchalantly, signaling Qing Yunzi to leave.

Once Qing Yunzi’s figure had entirely vanished, Yi Chen flashed and immediately went to find Zhen Ruan in her chambers.

At that moment, the beauty was applying makeup in front of a mirror, when a pair of strong arms suddenly wrapped around her slender waist from behind.

The beauty’s frame stiffened at once.

This time, Yi Chen did not engage in the Fish Dragon Dance with Zhen Ruan but instead engaged in small talk with her all day, causing her to laugh and cry.

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Time, like a wild donkey, once it starts running it doesn’t stop, and another day stretched out before them.

Three figures suddenly appeared in the azure sky, none other than Yi Chen, Yuan Jun, and Yuqing True King.

"Star Lord, Qing Yunzi was quite content in Free Heaven. Aren’t you afraid your junior brother will come to harm out there?" Yuqing True King teased Yi Chen.

"Sheltering someone from the wind and rain can also block out the sun. My junior brother is proud and gifted; if I do not let him out now, he’ll be ruined," Yi Chen sighed resignedly.

A big tree might die from wind, rain, frost, and sun, but the grass under it will never become a tree in its lifetime.

Qing Yunzi has his own path to walk, and I’ve done everything I could to the best of my ability.

And now, it’s time for Yi Chengzi himself to take his own path.

"Yuan Jun, True King, I shall take my leave first!"

Yi Chen spread his arms wide and suddenly laughed aloud, sprinting into the wind.

Good to ride the wind, the vast sky stretching for miles, looking down upon mountains and rivers.

He only saw endless green hills like the ocean and dawn’s early light bright as gold.

At that moment, he felt as joyful as a dragon returning to the sea, a tiger roaring in the forest. His entire Extreme Origin energy surged, and he instantly submerged into the azure sky, hurtling toward that distant, unknown future.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Jun’s expression behind the peach blossom mask seemed to form brows as curved as the new moon.

"Excellent! Xiao Lang, let’s see who can fly faster!"

Countless dreamlike peach blossoms appeared, swirling around the graceful figure of Yuan Jun, speeding him along.

Yuqing True King stood with hands behind his back, silent, his Mana surging all around him as he dashed forward undiminished.

The three figures raced through the sky, stirring the clouds in pursuit, a picture of contentment. The journey originally planned to take a month surprisingly only took twenty days to reach the coast of the East Sea, Sea Dragon City.

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