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

Her heart was filled with unspeakable fear and despair.

What she didn't see was a strange black vapor rising from the top of her head, being absorbed by the terrifying face-hugging worm into its body.

Just as Han Xinyue was about to lose consciousness, suddenly a glimmer of awareness flashed through her mind.

"Who is Yuan Yuan? When did I get another sister?"

"Isn't it true that only Grandfather and I are the direct descendants left in the family?"

With this thought, Han Xinyue immediately realized why, when she woke up, she felt as if she had forgotten something and something extra seemed to be in her body.

Her memory had been partially replaced. Your next read awaits at My Virtual Library Empire

As this realization struck her, the black vapor above Han Xinyue's head suddenly thickened significantly, and the face-hugging worm on her body let out a pleased hiss.

After an indeterminate length of time, Han Xinyue woke up from her ivory-colored bed. There had been a terrifying transformation in her surroundings; her grandfather and all the people in the mansion had vanished. She needed to escape and also help her two sisters, Tuan Tuan and Yuan Yuan, to flee as well.

The perspective rises, somewhere within an underground palace, an inverted bowl-shaped dark curtain stands on the black rock layer.

The curtain is inlaid with many peculiar purple crystal fragments, and a huge purple gem is embedded on the dark curtain, with numerous tendrils of black smoke swirling slowly around the gem, concealing much of it and leaving only a slight crescent barely visible.

Below the curtain, hundreds of cultivators lie on strange red cloth embroidered with golden runes, their bodies swaying slightly side to side, black smoke spewing from the orifices of their faces, mingling with the dark vapors above, and flowing gently in a slow convection,

Han Xinyue's figure is among them, but unlike the others, she lies near the center of the area, with a clear and bright full-moon mark emerging on her forehead.

The hundreds of cultivators in the area are arrayed in a ring, some of them sway and sway until their legs kick out and they move no more.

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Outside Zeyang City, Lin Buer walks leisurely across the wilderness in his wide-sleeved robe, with a serene look of being on vacation.

No one knows that under his robe, his muscles are tense.

He is bait, after all.

The white is showing to the northeast, a terrible hand of mahjong with impassable odds.

As a loose cultivator who stumbled upon the path by chance, Lin Buer has zero capital beyond his abilities. To earn more resources for cultivation or even exceptional skills without a powerful backing, he has no choice but to risk his life.

Lin Buer, a man of considerable stature, who is adept at stabbing others in his frequent brawls, could easily draw blood from the fairy-like figures at the Fragrant Beauty Pavilion a few days before. To gather sufficient methods and resources to advance to the True Person Realm, he had no alternative but to do this.

After all, his specialty was stabbing others, not settling accounts at a desk. And there are certain extravagant riches in the world that he simply cannot enjoy.

"Que Long the senior, as a great master of the Mo family, you must not fail me. I, Lin Buer, am gambling my entire fortune and my life to become your disciple," prayed Lin Buer in his heart.

Aside from a few cultivators with pure enough gazes and special destinies, what loose cultivator doesn't gamble? After all, life isn't just about playing cards—most people can only passively wait for fate to pick and choose.

On the open fields, the night wind caresses his face, the stars hang low over the wide plains, and the moon reflects in the vast expanse below. At this moment, Lin Buer's feelings are extremely complex. He hopes that the mastermind behind the scenes appears quickly to lessen his torment, yet he fears that the dark hand responsible for the disappearance of nearby cultivators of Zeyang City might appear and whisk him away. He finds himself much like a young girl waiting for her suitor, afraid they won't come, yet also dreading their unruly advances.

Soon enough, a fragrance of earth is carried to Lin Buer's nose by the night wind, a fresh and pleasant scent, quite appealing.

"Perfect..."

Suddenly feeling faint, Lin Buer's head slumps, and he falls to the ground. At this moment, two dark figures rapidly approach on the horizon, and the silhouette of Que Long appears abruptly behind the shadows.

Two large hands suddenly press down on the shoulders of the dark figures.

"The mountains aren't the highest, human hearts rank above all, Long Que pays respect…"

Que Long's voice cuts off abruptly.

A large hand suddenly presses down on his shoulder, and with difficulty, he twists his neck to see a yellow-toothed old man smirking coldly at him.

"You fool of the Mo family, such a clumsy Long Que."

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"Mistress, every single fault is mine, please, please forgive me," he begged.

"Ah~ my wife, Shui Lingyue~ how pitiable you must be, waiting in the cold loneliness, long awaiting my return..."

Under the moonlit night, Yi Chen galloped across the fields on his faithful leopard, with Miao Zi clutching the collar of his neck, majestic as a general inspecting the front line.

Han Jiyue, with a head full of black lines, watched the Daoist charging ahead and couldn't help feeling a sense of regret.

This Hidden Dragon Taoist seemed unreliable, spouting all sorts of nonsensical things. What on earth is this 'Mistress' he's talking about?

Although most in the Dao Sect of the Eastern Continent do not forbid marriage, it is still somewhat taboo for a Daoist to form a union with a nun.

Unfortunately, the Ice and Fire Jades were already in his possession.

"Could it be that this was his plan all along, to have me hand over the Ice and Fire Jades to him in advance?" Han Jiyue's mind was in turmoil, feeling as if he had boarded a ship of thieves.

Yi Chen was unaware of the elder's turmoil behind him; at the moment, he found himself missing his Mistress.

Compared to Zhen Ruan, his feelings for his Mistress were indeed deeper.

He had asked Yuan Jun to send a message to Shui Lingyue, but the last time Yuan Jun replied, he said that he could not find her, and Ming Yue's place was empty.

Nearly a day had passed since the last cosmic anomaly, and it was now night. Yi Chen thought this event would bring down a great star like before, potentially giving him a chance to observe the arrangements and tactics of the Eastern Continent.

Yet, to his surprise, the sky turned as black as ink, and after ten seconds filled with an overwhelming malice, daylight returned.

Everything seemed as if nothing had happened.

But to Yi Chen, the absence of an event was more alarming than the arrival of a great star.

Deep down, he felt that the sweeping malice had not completely vanished, part of it had already descended upon this land.

"Forget it, whether it be Da Yue or Great Qin, or any of the major sects, there are many experts around. They can't expect me, a poor Daoist, to stand in the front line. All I need to do is frown slightly, retreat behind everyone else, and deal with minor turbulence without issue."

"Worst comes to worst, all these experts are my wings, and they should at least buy me some time."

As Yi Chen's mind swirled with thoughts, he began to scheme.

Just then, the sight of a person lying on the ground ahead caught his attention.

The person was wearing a jade armor, lying in a pool of blood, with half of his body already gone.

Sensing the familiar aura emanating from the armor, Yi Chen's mind stirred, and after ensuring that there were no ambushes nearby, he cautiously approached the fallen figure.

A sudden surge of power flipped the body over, and Yi Chen was startled once again. The person turned out to be Que Long, whom he had met in Lingyue City and shared a drink with. He wondered why Que Long would end up in such a state today.

If he was not mistaken, that armor was none other than the mythical Kirin Armor.

"Que Long, my fellow Daoist?" Yi Chen quietly invoked Extreme Origin, using the pure essence of Pure Yang Qi to awaken the dormant consciousness, while inwardly sighing to himself.

This cultivator, with whom he had shared a brief acquaintance and a heavy drinking session, was likely beyond saving now.

At least Yi Taoist could not save him; after all, everyone has their specialty, and his was sending people on their way.

"Yi... Yi Chen, my friend? I never imagined I would see an old acquaintance on the brink of death today, truly... it's a great fortune!"

"You really had me fooled that day, calling yourself Long Que when you are actually Que Long," Yi Chen heaved a long sigh.

"I'm... I'm sorry, it wasn't my intention to...," he apologized weakly.

"Hidden Dragon Taoist, you know the Que Long from the Mo family?" Han Jiyue came up from behind Yi Chen, his voice filled with surprise.

For someone as old and frail as Han Jiyue, full-force flight from a dying man would be akin to an immediate death sentence. Now, with only enough strength for one last fight and to take care of the almost decrepit Han Jiyue, Yi Chen regretfully chose to let the faithful leopard carry him at full speed.

"Hidden Dragon Taoist?" Que Long looked at Yi Chen with a strange expression.

At that moment, three black lines suddenly appeared on Yi Chen's forehead, and he vaguely heard the cawing of three crows. He was tempted to strangle the man.

This old guy caught on to the conversation too quickly!