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

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"What have you found? Stop beating around the bush and speak up," the old man in the purple robe stood tall, his stubble on his face as stiff as steel needles.

"Great sir, the young master's bones, they're moving!" the man in the white robe blurted out the truth, his eyes tightly shut.

"What?" the old man in the purple robe snatched the spirit mirror, only to see four bright spots on its surface, along with a vague and unclear shadow.

Among them, only two spots remained still, one flying in the sky, the other running on a mountain.

"Despicable! How dare they! How dare they go this far! This is too much of an insult!"

"To divide the young master's bones into four pieces, such a lunatic, I will crush his bones to ashes!"

"What are you staring at? While they're still within the range of the spirit mirror, go and search for them immediately!"

"If you can't find them, you'll answer with your heads!"

Upon hearing these words, the old man in the purple robe's beard and hair bristled, his face as dark as a jujube, rage boiling within him. His robe's hem fluttered high due to his mighty aura, and the green grass and small shrubs by his side withered and decayed in an instant, turning white and dry as if a mysterious force had drained all their life in a flash.

"Great sir, you are mistaken, the young master's bones are not in four pieces, but five," said the man in the white robe.

"That unclear shadow on the mirror is also one of the pieces; I am truly helpless," he confessed.

"The culprit must have thrown the young master's bones into the Blackwater River, long washed away by the current, pecked at by fish and shrimp, how can we possibly retrieve them?"

The man in the white robe's face looked close to tears, overcome with a feeling of powerless frustration as if cursed by misfortune.

"Truly a lunatic, with such malevolent methods, this is an act of vengeance! This person must be targeting the master," he exclaimed.

"Go and thoroughly investigate if there's been any unusual activity from the master's enemies of late."

"If they don't play by the rules, they can't blame us for not doing the same."

"As for the young master's bones, retrieve as much as you can." The old man in the purple robe's voice suddenly became calm, his earlier fury gone, but those who knew the great sir understood that he was now in extreme anger.

When the great sir is enraged, many will die.

The first guest of the well-known White family of the Great Qin, the True Monarch of the Blood Sea, had not taken action in many years, so much so that many had already forgotten his fame, but a storm was now brewing, beginning from Blackwater City.

"Hurry and get it done, gather the bones and return to the White family on a flying boat, and report to the master. I will personally pursue the murderer and will not accompany you."

"No one can kill a member of the White family without paying a price," the voice of the old man in purple rang out, cold as a chill from the ninth hell, spewing from his mouth, filled with a deadly and frosty intent.

True Monarch Bai Shan was raised under the watchful eye of the old man in the purple robe, and for both public and private reasons, he was determined to kill the madman in revenge for the young master.

Yi Chen was naturally completely unaware of all that had transpired.

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Memories unfolded like glimpses from the saddle.

Nighttime, with the moon shining like silver.

An isolated dwelling on the outskirts, with thatched huts and straw sheds, haphazardly arranged fences of thorns and bamboo, without order; the earth pristine white, the trees without shadows.

Ink ponds cold enough to form ice, dividing the flowers on the brush; the scent of incense from burning stoves just beginning to rise, yet not dispersing the fog in front of the curtains.

A tall Daoist made his abode by the snow-covered rivers, staring fixedly at the turbulent river water as it swept along snowflakes and chunks of ice.

In his hands, he held a rough bamboo rod, on its pointed end tied a thick cotton line, hookless with a wild grass attached, serving as a fish float, cast into the rolling river.

"Cold rivers, solitary shadows, friends from the rivers and lakes," he muttered.

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"Though the Daoist has no companions on the path, I walk the Great Way alone, with no one to share the journey, nor to discuss the Way with—how solitary it is."

"Among the teeming masses, not a single person possesses astonishing wisdom to cultivate the Way with me—my path is so lonely!"

Amidst the boundless earth and sky, a Daoist draped in a straw coat was fishing by the riverside, allowing the river snow to fall upon him, yet he remained immovable. Find exclusive stories on My Virtual Library Empire

If someone were to approach at this moment, they would find that although the Taoist's gaze was fixed on the river's fishing float, it was unfocused, clearly lost in the realms beyond.

"What does it matter if no one accompanies me?"

"I possess three virtues: first is righteousness, second is sincerity, and third is the courage to be the pioneer for all under heaven!"

"My Way has not yet reached its end."

Sitting by the riverbank for a hundred years, within the realm of ice and absolute isolation, the Daoist's heart remained fiery hot as he never once neglected the martial path.

A hundred years of consuming ice cannot cool the ardor of my blood!

"I cultivate the Pure Yang Way, merging the True Dragon and True Tiger to form the great True Technique of Qi!"

With a thought, countless scriptures emerged as phantoms before the Daoist's eyes as if he saw a scroll slowly unfolding in front of him.

A phantom figure was practicing martial arts within that scroll.

"Yun Conglong, Feng Conghu."

"The tiger roars and the valley winds arrive, the dragon rises and the scenic clouds follow."

"True Dragon and True Tiger inherently formless—who set this pattern for others to follow!"

"If one takes on form within the formless, they fall prey to the ordinary, ultimately ending in vast oblivion."

"The clarity of blue and white is all too distinct—it's like waves arising without the wind."

"To recognize the True Dragon and True Tiger, one must transcend existence and nonexistence, as well as time and space."

As the figure within the scroll practiced and recited tirelessly, the Daoist who mirrored the figure gained multiple layers of insight from practicing the "True Technique of Qi" anew with his current level of cultivation.

Practicing martial arts is like reading a book—constant practice brings continual renewal.

Having reached this point in his cultivation, the Daoist had achieved the realm where he no longer saw mountains as mountains, nor water as water, with myriad thoughts flooding in.

As he practiced the cultivation technique in his sea of consciousness, the Daoist's thoughts became increasingly intricate and clear.

"My Way is unceasing!"

"I cultivate the Pure Yang Way, merging the true essence of myriad transformations with the Great Technique of Qi!"

Again with a thought, another scroll in front of the Daoist's eyes slowly unfolded, revealing countless scriptures that floated upon the scroll, dazzling and blinding.

"There are five thieves in heaven, and those who see them will thrive. The five thieves reside in the heart, acting upon the heavens, the cosmos at hand, myriad transformations born from the body."

"Heaven and earth are the thieves of all things; all things are thieves to man; man is a thief to all things. When the three thieves are in harmony, the Three Powers are at peace."

"Thus it is said: Eat at the right time, and all limbs are ordered; trigger the mechanism, and all transformations are at peace."

After watching the figure in the scroll practice for two hundred years, the Daoist's understanding of 'theft' and 'transformation' deepened even further.

Out with the old, in with the new!

The snowflakes continued to fall from the sky, the cotton line the Daoist cast into the river remained unchanged, the fishing float motionless, but the Daoist's eyes grew ever brighter, sparking in the void, now easily creating lightning.