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Yi Chen smiled and got up, waving his long halberd as he began to carve up the body of the Blackfiend Dragon King.

The Dragon King's body was a treasure trove.

Its scales could be used for making magic artifacts, its blood for refining pills, and as for its flesh, it would serve as Miao Zi's meals. With such a large cultivation yet so weak, it would end up being defeated by the junior apprentice brother Qing Yunzi. How would it continue to be Yi Chengzi's spiritual pet with no prestige? It definitely needed a boost.

This issue was important, akin to other initiates' spiritual pets and mounts being like Mercedes, Rolls-Royces, and Cullinans, while he, Yi Taoist, rode in a Mazda. Wouldn't that make him look rather foolish?

Of course, the head was to be decently buried, as was customary.

In view of the Dragon King's commendable efforts and combat spirit, which he acknowledged, Yi Chen even recited a passage of scripture for its rebirth and inserted two ceremonial candles.

As an initiate, Yi Taoist himself presided over the sending off, and although there was no mourning hall, there was spirit money—it was utterly solemn and majestic, lasting the duration of one incense stick.

Bai Shan, the True Monarch, was a person with whom one just couldn't get along: his storage ring contained no surplus wealth, and Yi Chen had no idea where he could have hidden it.

Such a cunning person deserved nothing less than to be cut up by Yi Chen's returning hand; he then cremated the body and divided the ashes into five parts.

One part was buried in the high mountains, one at the bottom of a pool, one mixed with corn kernels to feed the birds, one mixed with snake meat to feed the beasts, and the remaining part thrown into the Black Water River, left to drift wherever it might.

In short, let the ashes not reunite in the next life.

Fortunately, the followers of the Dragon King Sect proved to be quite reliable and contributed roughly six million taels' worth of wealth, which greatly comforted him.

He decided to take two million for himself, allocate two million as a bonus to Daozun, and the remaining two million would be distributed to the innocent townsfolk by the Black Water River once he had the chance, after the dust had settled.

As for why he didn't toss out the money now, of course, he needed to make a getaway and simply had no time.

Impress them and bolt; first, he had to increase his cultivation—that was the priority.

Once the spotlight faded, he would re-emerge as a great philanthropist handing out welfare, thereby attracting less attention. Otherwise, even if he distributed it now, the townsfolk wouldn't be able to keep it safe and could even be implicated by his actions.

"I seem to have forgotten something. Right, my four teammates, where are they?"

He remembered that, during the battle with the Blackfiend Dragon King, the four of them had been buried by the earth.

Activating his insight, Yi Chen found the four of them in a shallow layer of dirt, all alive and sleeping soundly.

"You're fortunate to have encountered me. Had you met a Daoist surnamed Han or come here by yourselves, you'd likely have been feasting by now."

Masters of the True Person Realm could survive being buried with no issue, their bodies automatically switching to inner breathing. Yi Chen thought it over and decided to dig them all out.

His water manipulation ability activated, a light drizzle fell, and as a night breeze blew by, the woman in a blue robe stirred slightly at the tips of her fingers and woke up with a groan. She rubbed her forehead in pain,

only to find the place empty, the mysterious Daoist Hu nowhere to be seen; only her three companions lay fast asleep beside her. Next to her was a white porcelain bottle containing twenty drops of gold essence.

Yi Chen hadn't initially planned to leave the twenty drops of gold essence behind. But on second thought, these four were also considered lucky. Without them, he wouldn't have found the Dragon King Sect's headquarters. Everything seemed to be predestined, contributing to the current situation.

"Twenty drops of gold essence, to settle the cause and effect, so we owe each other nothing."

"Let's say it's your reward for helping me complete the requirement for advancing to the fifteenth level of the True Technique, to fill the gap for the Deep Red Points."

Daoists fear the causes, sentient beings fear the effects. Yi Chen no longer cared about such small amounts of wealth.

The thought of soon advancing to the fifteenth level of the True Technique ignited a rare flame of excitement in his usually calm heart.

Yi Chen paused, took one last look back in the direction he had come from, then sped away in the opposite direction even faster.

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Two days later, in the territory of Tongzhou City.

Inside a cave in a deep forest, which was home to a brown bear, Yi Chen made his move with a hand chop that sent the slumbering bear into a deep sleep.

The strength was just right: stunning without causing brain damage.

"Impress and run. Along the way, I've changed my appearance. I'm now far from the jurisdiction of Black Water City; this round is stable."

"So, let's prepare for the breakthrough!"

"Deep Red, aid me!"

"True Technique level fifteen, break through for me!"

With an inner shout, Yi Chen sat down like an old monk entering meditation, his eyelids drooping. Forty thousand Deep Red Points were instantly deducted, and a vast expanse of memories suddenly emerged in his mind.

It was the familiar process of reading the disk.

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At the site of the Dragon King Sect in Black Water City.

An elderly man in a purple robe with a jade belt was standing by a secluded pool, his hands clasped behind his back. Behind him, a team of white-robed cultivators were busy searching with many strange magic artifacts.
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"Have you found the corpse of the seventh prince?"

"And about the person who killed the seventh prince, is there any reaction within a thousand miles?"

"Although the old master disrespects the seventh prince, saying his actions have shamed him, and that it's sufficient just to bring back his bones, we can't take it so lightly."

"The old master has a great life-saving debt to us, which cannot be left unpaid. Although the prince had wronged before, people of the Bai family should not die in vain."

The purple-robed elder turned around and coldly spoke to the busy crowd, his powerful aura as a late-stage initiate expanded instantly.

"Grandmaster, the spirit mirror has not locked on to the aura of the person who killed the seventh prince. That person must have already fled far away," one of them reported.

"As for the prince's bones, I have used the bloodline tracking technique to find... to find...," the report from the white-robed man stuttered to an uncertain halt.