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

The same starry night, different people.

At the wine banquet, the cultivators from Dragon Tiger Mountain laughed merrily, their joyful laughter echoing throughout the venue.

But the happiness belonged to others; Zhang Longyi raised his glass with a rigid expression, looking like a walking corpse. He now only felt their noise disturbing.

Especially a few who had some past grievances with him were glancing at Zhang Ronger and him with thieving eyes, eventually settling their gaze on Zhang Ronger, whispering to each other as if judging something.

Even when a few well-acquainted friends saw his despondent look and came over to clink glasses with him, he still felt a strong sense of mockery in their eyes.

Zhang Longyi's face was expressionless, sitting quietly at the table without a word, except when raising his glass with the group.

Time was so hard to endure, each minute and second felt like torture, the stares of the people were like steel whips, fiercely lashing at Zhang Longyi's heart, splattering vivid blood.

In a daze and struggling to get through the night, the cultivators dispersed and Zhang Longyi numbly stood up, heading in the opposite direction of the crowd.

Where he went didn't matter, as long as it was somewhere with fewer people.

The night, serene.

A desolate autumn wind suddenly picked up, mirroring his current mood.

The prouder he had been before, the more dejected he was now.

Walking in the cold autumn breeze, his delicate magic artifact boots stepping on yellowing wild grass and fallen leaves, compressing the air and making a dull creaking and crunching noise.

A few yellow leaves occasionally fell from the tree canopy above, landing on the top of Zhang Longyi's head.

Those that fell and were crushed, they were dreams, the beautiful dreams of Zhang Longyi's triumphant past!

Looking up at the cold moonlight filtering through the gaps in the tree canopy, Zhang Longyi suddenly felt dizzy, as if thousands of noisy voices surged into his ears.

"Look, he's like a dog that lost its home now!"

"Hey, be careful with your words, brother Daoist. Zhang Longyi is the pride of our Tianxuan Peak. Besides, the dogs that remain at our Tianxuan Peak aren't as pitiful as this."

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"I heard that the cultivators from the Demon Realm of Dragon Tiger Mountain released a message saying Zhang Ronger only cavorted with her senior brother because our pride of Tianxuan Peak is actually a 'toothpick' of sorts, and reportedly, he even likes to boast during the act, saying 'I'm rather grand, just bear with it.'"

"Ah? Brother, what does 'toothpick' mean?"

"Haha, junior brother doesn't know, this is a novel term recently popular down the mountain, 'toothpick,' short and thin, often made of bamboo, commonly used by mundane folk to stir their water jars."

"Pfft, hahaha, I get it (liao), no wonder Fairy Ronger, no matter how the character of Brother Zhang Menqing is deemed, I have also appreciated those seventy-two imprinted Liuying Jade from different angles, Brother Zhang indeed has impressive assets, extraordinary talents."

"You are mistaken, junior brother, your Liuying Jade is incomplete. In brother's cave dwelling, I have over ninety pieces in stock. Why not take an imprint so you can enjoy them during your free time? I must say, the consort of Brother Zhang Longyi is truly splendid."

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"I, Zhang Longyi, now swear on my honor, my wife is pure and virtuous, kind and gentle, Brother Zhang Menqing is upright and incorruptible, not given to lust for women..."

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"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Just as Zhang Longyi's head was pounding and he let out an angry roar, collapsing to the ground with his hair disheveled, suddenly a strange laughter pierced his soul.

"Zhang Longyi, do you crave power? Sell your soul to me, become my slave, and I will give you power you could never achieve in this lifetime."

"Your filthy and vile soul is even rare in the lands of Yin Manor, qualifying to become my Angel Envoy of desire."

"As long as you can grant me power, I am willing to do anything." Almost without hesitation, Zhang Longyi resolutely replied in his heart.

"Haha, very well, I bestow upon you a Flesh Seed of desire. If you complete tonight's task, I will accept you as my Angel Envoy."

A phantom black 'Flesh Seed' fell from the sky, vanishing into the young Daoist's forehead, and suddenly Zhang Longyi felt a surge of immense foreign power within him.

"This… this power, it's real."

"Haha! Since heaven doesn't favor me, my father no longer dotes on me, others look down on me, my consort betrays me, my master neglects me."

"Then I must love myself even more, I must believe in myself even more, I must be more daring, more aggressive, only then can I, Zhang Longyi, achieve anything!"

"Those who owe me, those who betrayed me, those who look down on me, those who mock me, I will make all of you pay in blood, especially you, Yi Chengzi."

"Haha, all of you just wait!"

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'Haha, all of you just wait~'

At that moment, suddenly a voice of confusion woke Zhang Longyi.

"Brother Long Yi, you suddenly burst out laughing and said 'all of you just wait,' what do you mean by that?" A friendly-looking Daoist stared at the suddenly laughing Zhang Longyi and asked with confusion, and as he spoke, he seemed to realize something and a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

"Forget it, Brother Long Yi. The banquet has ended and we are reluctant to leave; we were thinking about getting together for a small drink. I was about to invite you but hadn't spoken up yet. Would you care to join us for a little tipple?"

"Ah… ah?" Zhang Longyi, coming back to his senses, looked at the surrounding people, casting puzzled glances at him, momentarily seeming like a duck that someone had grabbed by the throat.

For some reason, he was not in the wild forest, but at the plaza at the exit of the banquet hall.

Groups of friendly cultivators were gathering, discussing something.