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

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Screech!

On a boundless grassland, a dozen fierce beasts resembling pterosaurs circled incessantly above Yi Chen's head, intermittently emitting piercing shrieks.

Off in the distance, a massive herd of blood rhinoceroses dug at the ground with their hind hooves, growling lowly at Yi Chen with covetous eyes.

A 'pterodactyl' ferocious beast with blood-red eyes suddenly accelerated, sprinting towards Yi Chen, before being seized by a ten-meter-tall silver-white Daoist's gigantic hand, which pulled out its head and the spine attached to the head just like peeling the head of a shrimp.

"Damn it, courting death!" Yi Chen bellowed furiously.

Since he had killed those three black-robed bandit cultivators, about ten days had gone by, and he had been falling into pitfalls the whole time.

He had successively overcome the Wind Prohibition, the Water Prison, and the Fire Cage, all manner of peculiar restrictions.
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Barely making it out of the forest and onto this endless grassland, he had again damnably stumbled into this 'Beast Prohibition.'

All of a sudden, he felt the sensation that when the stars aligned, all forces within the heavens and earth were on his side, but as fate would have it, a hero found himself with no freedom.

Way too uncanny.

In his hand, the weird spine of the 'pterodactyl' oddly turned into a wisp of smoke and dissipated. Yi Chen cast a cold gaze at the ferocious beasts circling above as seven white orbs began to rise slowly around him...

Half a day later, the air fluctuated like ripples, and the restriction shattered.

Yi Chen raised his head to look at the bright sky, but his heart sank into deep perplexity.

He always felt as if there was an invisible hand manipulating everything inside this cave heaven.

...

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Atop the plateau.

A gopher as large as a mountain peak was burrowing out from underground. It cautiously poked its head out, looking around in search of any potential danger.

Its sense of smell was exceedingly keen, capable of distinguishing the scent of various dangerous creatures within two kilometers. Its vision was razor-sharp, clear enough to see the glint of light reflected off a golden eagle's feather several kilometers away.

Yet, it failed to notice a white figure slowly materializing behind it.

The figure gradually solidified from an illusion, and an invisible force field instantly restrained the gopher. With a light pinch between two fingers, the pale scholar Xue Qianqiu lifted the gopher to his face and grinned, "Not a bad little snack."

A fountain of blood spurted from the gopher's mouth, all of it sucked into Xue Qianqiu's body.

"Blood Fellow Daoist, after all these years, your taste is still so intense. Why not change it up a bit?" A black-robed dwarf elder appeared from the sky, wordlessly looking at his old friend.

"Change? Why should I change? Blood is the fountainhead of power."

"Blood is life." The pale scholar smiled as he focused on Gui Youzi, extending a white finger, "Brother Gui, please watch."

A drop of blood fell from the pale scholar's fingertip, turning into a puff of blood mist upon hitting a buried boulder next to him.

Harsh corroding sounds followed one after the other.

The blood mist, formed from the scholar's blood, swiftly devoured the boulder and continued to erode downwards, creating a deep pit.

Gui Youzi watched this scene, his heart jolted with shock as he hoarsely said, "I hadn't thought that Blood Brother had advanced your Bloodfall Netherworld Magic Technique to such a degree. You have indeed stayed ahead of me. By now, you must have half a foot in the ninth layer of the True Person Realm, right?"

"Heh heh, after we wrap up this business, wouldn't your Spectral Ghost Slaughter Technique also advance a step further? The ninth layer of the True Person Realm is within reach, and True Monarchs are merely a stone's throw away."

The pale scholar chuckled and glanced over his shoulder at a distance.

At that moment, there were more than a dozen blood-colored coffins arrayed there.

The coffin lids were not completely closed.

"Indeed."

With a carefree smile, Gui Youzi floated through the air to stand before one of the bloody coffins, where a big man with a leonine face and encircling eyes lay with an agonized expression. It was none other than Wen Renzhong, who had once shared a drink with Yi Chen.

"Daoist Wen, the taste of the Netherworld Coffin is unpleasant, isn't it? The wise adapt to circumstances. What are your thoughts now? Release your soul, let us set down restrictions, enslave you, or else you'll be reduced to a mere pill for Blood Brother and me to consume."

"You do know that within this secret realm, anything could happen. Do you truly wish to be stubborn to the end?"

The more than a dozen blood coffins on the ground were all True Person Realm cultivators, restrained by Gui Youzi and the pale scholar using the Nihility Banners.

The two wretches were in cahoots, complementing each other's cultivation. It turned out they, just like Yi Chen, had taken to the business of 'dealing with people.'

The living souls for Gui Youzi, the bodies for Xue Qianqiu – the two wasted absolutely nothing.

"Daoist Wen, I respect your hard-earned cultivation, hence my persistent persuasion. Do not err on the side of your demise."

Naturally, a living person is more useful than a living pill since a cultivator who has had restrictions placed upon them cannot control their own life or death. Their power can be exploited in peace, and their lives used in peril - spending some time before refining them alive is entirely worth it.

Thus, Gui Youzi was genuinely reluctant to give up on Daoist Wen.

"Fuck off, I, Wen Renzhong, am a man of nearly three meters tall, and when you damn little imp aren't even flying, I can't even see you from above the coffin, @#￥%," Wen Renzhong began unleashing a barrage of curses, clenching his back teeth.

Smack!

Gui Youzi, with a darkened face, slammed the coffin lid shut.

There's an old saying: Don't hit a man in the face, and don't expose his shortcomings when you curse him.

His current diminutive, dwarf-like appearance was simply the result of a mishap while cultivating his Spectral Ghost Slaughter Technique in the past. It was the eternal pain in his heart, his Achilles' heel.

"Mr. Lu, Mrs. Zhu, how have you considered my proposal?"

Gui Youzi approached sternly between two blood coffins.

In the coffins to his left and right lay a lean scholar and a beautiful woman dressed in colorful clothes.

"Kill... kill me instead. It's utterly impossible. True Persons... must not be humiliated," the lean scholar, Mr. Lu, said through gritted teeth, enduring his suffering.

"Gui... Daoist Gui, I am willing to submit, I am willing to do anything for you."

The woman dressed in colorful clothes, a True Person Realm two-layer cultivator, cried out in pain.

"Anything at all?" he chuckled. "I'm still short of a flute-playing servant girl. I'm afraid you'll have to take on the role, madam." Gui Youzi's lecherous gaze wandered over the woman in colorful clothes as his gaunt hand reached into the coffin and gave her protruding parts a vicious squeeze.

Twang!

"Madam, you, you can't do this!"

"How could one demean oneself to a dwarf for the sake of surviving?" Mr. Lu said, his face turning pale with shock.

"What are you talking about, Mr. Lu? Don't forget I'm here too," Xue Qianqiu's large face somehow ended up right in front of his coffin.

"Mr. Lu, your wife truly... huh, another big fish is coming. Brother Gui, get ready quickly."

A sudden flash of red gleamed in Xue Qianqiu's eyes.

"What is this person's cultivation level?" Gui Youzi frowned and asked.

"With the support of the Extreme Yin Grand Array, as long as it's not Fu Canglong, Nong Shan or Xu Wuxie, those few exceptions, what is there for the two of us to fear?"

"That's true."

The Extreme Yin Grand Array was an array of flags they had obtained in an ancient cultivator's cave during an exploration of a secret realm.

Divided into Yin Flag and Extreme Flag, each person controlled one.

The Yin Flag gathered the energy of ghosts and demons from the netherworld, while the Extreme Flag locked down space, significantly weakening the spells of the Xuanmen.

When combined into an array, they had laid it out on the only path leading up to the high plateau.

It was with the help of this Extreme Yin Grand Array that they had captured so many cultivators alive.

Within this array, even cultivators at the ninth layer of the True Person Realm were no threat to them when they joined forces.

"Ah, fate, I say!"

"Why must people suffer so?"

"Life, oh, why must people shed tears?"

"Fate, oh, why must people oppose each other?"

"Life, oh, why must people stand side by side?"

Humming the hometown tune, "Fate," by Yue Ji, Yi Chen arrived cheerfully at the foot of the high plateau.

Atop the plateau, mist swirled around, and the imposing grand halls were faintly visible through the fog.

A bloody eagle circled thousands of meters in the sky, its cold gaze fixed on the ground.

"Watch your mom watch!"

"You dare fly wildly over Daoist's head without even paying respects, and now you're on a path to certain death."

Yi Chen's senses and vision had been enhanced multiple times, and he was extraordinarily sharp. Instantly he shot out a stream of Extreme Origin qi, which blasted against the bloody eagle like a sniper's rifle, exploding into a burst of blood mist.

"Ah!"

"My eagle!"

"I want him dead! Brother Gui, I want him dead!" shouted Xue Qianqiu from his hidden spot, unable to help but cry out in pain.

It was by taming the blood eagle with secret techniques and sharing its vision that he had discovered Yi Chen in advance. In this domain, there were no shortages of flying creatures, and he never imagined someone would be so insanely vicious.

"Brother Xue, keep calm," Gui Youzi said with an indifferent look.

"Hehe, this place isn't bad at all. Perfect for ambushing people."

"If I were to lie in wait here for a while, playing a waiting game, surely many evil spirits and demon corpses would pass by. Then I could seize the opportunity to kill them. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Yi Chen glanced towards the palaces at the highest point of the plateau and nodded with a smile.

After a careful look around to make sure there was nothing amiss, he began to ascend, looking for a suitable spot.

"Ah, fate, I say!"

As he hummed the little song from his hometown, Yi Chen suddenly discovered a ring of black ripples spreading rapidly, a metallic curtain that fell over him like an upside-down colossal bowl.

Grey threads occasionally dropped from the curtain above.

Gui Youzi and the scholar with a pale face arrived in front of Yi Chen with a cold laugh.

Yi Chen fell silent.

He had intended to ambush others, but it looked like he was the one who had been ambushed.

"To think it's Yi Chengzi from the Dragon Tiger List ranked fifth, truly a young prodigy."

"This place is already encased within our Extreme Yin Grand Array. The spells of Xuanmen are ineffective. If you surrender without a fight, I can still spare your life," said Gui Youzi in a loud voice.

"Extreme Yin Grand Array?"

"It restrains the spells of Xuanmen?"

Yi Chen looked up at the two people in the sky.

His expression instantly changed from cold to ferocious.

"Damn it! The night of hunting swallows, a swallow has pecked out my eyes!"

"I call upon the heavens for strength!"

"Pure Yang Holy Seal Heavenly Light!"

With a roar, the descending heavenly light appeared, and seven white orbs suddenly emerged around Yi Chen's Cultivation Body, floating upwards.