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

"Miss Yang Yuyan was also a pitiable person."

Yi Chen flipped through the memory fragments that had entered his mind alongside the Deep Red Points, and in a moment, pieced together the truth of the matter, which was pretty close to accurate.

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Another sad story.

The cycle of joy and sorrow in the human world never ends; that was nothing strange.

After all, there were many things that were even more explosive.

Yi Chen casually broke off a branch, drew out the Dragon-Slaying Sword, and quickly whittled it into a hairpin. After pinning up his hair and arranging his appearance, he began the cleanup operation at Yang family’s stronghold.

Elegance is timeless.

Taoist, here to collect the ’people’!

After the blood giant that Yang Yuyan had become exploded, the mutated villagers left behind were no match for Yi Chen.

Whether it was fists or swordplay, the mutated villagers were torn apart with a single blow.

Under the moonlit night, within the terrifying Yang family stronghold, a tall Daoist dragged his long sword, moving within the stronghold, killing every one he encountered.

If before, Yi Chen felt mostly sympathy for the villagers inside the stronghold, then after reading through Yang Yuyan’s memory fragments, this sympathy had transformed into a kind of indifference.

A person can be as humble as dust, but they should not be twisted like maggots.

The tragedy of Yang Yuyan, given that the villagers could turn a blind eye to her powerful stepmother, but chose to kick an already pitiable girl into the dust and step on her for the stepmother’s favor, was a bit too much.

Yi Chen believed that among the dead villagers, there were definitely some who were wronged, who also fell victim to Yang Yuyan’s revenge.

But in a situation where everyone benefited because of Yang Yuyan’s stepmother, whether they deserved to die or not had already become a philosophical proposition.

It was like the question of the children of corrupt officials benefiting in his previous life; should they be held accountable?

Chaos! Chaos! Chaos!

Yi Chen couldn’t sort out the reasoning, anyway, it was Yang Yuyan who did it, it had nothing to do with Taoist Yi Chengzi.

He only knew that the monsters in front of him were all evil spirits.

If they’re evil spirits, they should be killed.

Yi Chen’s sword was very fast.

Wielding the Dragon-Slaying Sword, Yi Chen struck as if

he were hacking with a knife, recalling the feeling of furiously cutting down the Snow Wing Sculpture.

Yi Taoist, devoid of emotion, his swordplay never hindered.

Heh.

So many things in the human world are unclear.

Everyone has their own biases, their own perspectives.

Double standards, in fact, are the true normality of the secular world.

For example:

Above oneself, all are equal.

Below oneself, do you count as a person?

Entangled in the web of cause and consequence, many issues have become an utter mess.

Right and wrong.

Sin and punishment.

Who can truly claim the right to interpretation?

To debate, or not to debate, it’s not your choice; posterity will do the talking!

Yi Taoist only took care of banishing evil spirits, not playing the judge.

Yi Chen, like a diligent little bee, cleared one group of mutated villagers after another, moving forward in the moonlight, stepping over corpses, his Dragon-Slaying Sword occasionally sparking against the rubble or large stones in his path.

His body, enveloped in a deep purple Inner Qi, was the shiniest thing under the moonlight.

With another sword strike, he blew apart a mutated villager. Scanning his surroundings, Yi Chen felt the whole Yang family stronghold seemed much fresher.

Under the bright moonlight, the vast white expanse was truly clean.

"Taoist, come out!"

"It’s safe outside! Those monsters can’t come out to this Yang family stronghold." It was Lin Baihu and his entourage calling out.

Unbeknownst to him, Yi Chen had furiously chopped his way down the street, arriving at a gap in the wall of the Yang family stronghold.

Lin Baihu and his men were standing outside the gap, waving.

Presumably, this was where they had breached the wall to escape.

Seeing the people outside the gap, Yi Chen couldn’t help but wave back, grinning widely to reveal a set of white teeth.

"Don’t be in a hurry, I’ll play with them a little longer," Yi Chen said.

Dragging the Dragon-Slaying Sword, Yi Chen plowed around the Yang family fortress twice more.

He was not idle.

He was searching for other blood-colored tokens that might be hidden among the corpses of the remaining mutated villagers.

In just a brief moment, that blood-colored token had contributed a hundred and fifty Deep Red Points to him.

If he didn’t search carefully, would he still be human?

There had to be more that hadn’t been gleaned!

Yi Taoist was a meticulous man; he had to search thoroughly. Even if there was only a one in ten thousand chance, he would still dig three feet into the ground to find it.

This was top-grade wool; getting it was making a fortune.

However, contrary to his wishes, what couldn’t be found just couldn’t be found.

Having plowed around the Yang family fortress twice, Yi Chen could only choose to retreat helplessly.

Through his efforts, the mutated villagers had become even more disgusting, with limbs put together haphazardly, exuding a kind of Cthulhu-esque beauty.

Even a man with a strong heart like Yi Chen felt that these creatures looked somewhat repulsive.

For instance, there was one that had fused the severed part of its lower body with another’s, walking with two legs up and two legs down, a true heavyweight.

It was simply psychic pollution.

Physical damage was reduced, but psychic damage was maxed out.

After an unsuccessful search, Yi Chen decided to retreat first. At that moment, he had a premonition that Yang Yuyan, whom he had blasted apart, was not dead.

If the mutated villagers could stitch themselves back together, then why couldn’t Yang Yuyan, the host of the blood-colored token, be reborn from his flesh and blood?

Otherwise, with only the power and immortality displayed so far, how could a blood-colored meteor have the entire cultivation world on edge?

Was the blood-colored token a beacon?

Or was this blood-colored meteor just the first wave, with a second and third wave yet to come?

For a time, Yi Chen’s thoughts were tumultuous as he carried the Dragon-Slaying Sword and left the Yang family fortress.

If he couldn’t figure it out, then he wouldn’t think about it.

When Yi Chen’s figure appeared outside the fortress, the surrounding soldiers instantly fell silent—they had been watching Taoist Yi Chengzi’s powerful strikes against the mutated monsters at the breach.

Crushing bones and tearing flesh effortlessly.

Grazing ignited explosions, touching induced cracking.

Suddenly, someone started to shout out loud, breaking the stillness.

"Taoist’s divine might!"

That shout was like a signal, like the first falling domino.

One voice after another, a surge of acclaim for the Taoist’s divine might gathered together.

"Taoist’s divine might."

"Taoist’s divine might."

Especially the seven or eight soldiers who had escaped alive from the Yang family fortress, who shouted the loudest.

The crowd’s cheer made Yi Chen feel exhilarated inside, but to maintain his poise, he kept his expression as still as a calm lake, revealing no happiness or anger.

Nodding reservedly at everyone, Yi Chen flicked the hem of his garment and sat down far away from the Yang family fortress, with the Dragon-Slaying Sword lying across his lap.

He wanted to see if there would be further mutations at the Yang family fortress and whether the monsters inside would rush beyond the fortress’s borders.

Seeing his gesture, the soldiers gathered around. Yi Chen had a thought and whispered a few words to a soldier. Soon after, a horse galloped away swiftly.

Just then, an abrupt change occurred.

The entire ground of the Yang family fortress began to rise with misty pink mist. As time progressed, the mist grew thicker, but it didn’t spread outwards. It seemed constrained by some force, always lingering within the territory and airspace of the Yang family fortress, not daring to cross the boundary.

"Taoist, what should we do now?"

The speaker was Lin Baihu, whose breath was unsteady, as though he had suffered some minor injuries in the fierce battle before.

Yi Chen: "..." You’re asking me again?

"Clouds are in the sky, water in the jar."

"Taoist, let’s not play coy with each other; we’re all on the same side. Won’t that ghostly thing come out later?"

Yi Chen sighed and stood up.

"Brother Lin, you know yet you still ask. Tell the brothers to step back a bit, watch the front closely. If the mist starts to spread, we’ll immediately retreat further back."

"It’s best if you move further away. I feel I can run faster than you can ride your horses."