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

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This made Yi Chen's desire to kill soar.

Too fucking dark, he had never been this dark, excessive.

"Gentlemen, the Ghost King has done a great thing. Even the Zhēn'ān Office and the Chiyan Army have failed to deal with him a few times. We all come to this inn today with unspoken understanding. We've heard that the Ghost King intends to recruit troops and horses for a big fight, hence we have come to join the birthday feast and swear allegiance."

"In the future, we will inevitably be scooping rice from the same pot. What gifts do you all have in mind to celebrate the Ghost King's birthday?" A guy wrapped in bandages like a mummy stood up and shouted loudly, "Since I proposed it, naturally, I'll go first. I offer a hundred human souls and half a peck of bright pearls as birthday congratulations for the Ghost King."

This 'mummy' seemed to have quite a reputation among this group of evil cultivators, and as soon as he spoke, quite a few others responded.

"I'll give a hundred taels of gold."

"I'll give a pair of old mountain ginseng."

"I'll offer ten bottles of young boys' heartblood."

"I'll offer my wife and daughter."

….

Yi Chen quietly observed the situation inside the inn. He noticed that the most active few had a flicker in their eyes, obviously plants, and those who spoke were mostly low-level cultivators.

At this moment, those within the great hall who had a profound presence all smiled without speaking, and that 'mummy' had a cultivation that was barely acceptable, at the mid-stage of the Qi Refinement Realm.

"Fellow Daoists, even under the Ghost King's command, there surely are factions and power blocks. How about we pool all the birthday gifts and present them together?"

"I, Daoist Corpse, am not talented, but willing to lead the way for everyone. If you trust me, give me your birthday gifts, and I will offer them together to the Ghost King."

"Those who trust me are brothers, and I, Daoist Corpse, will surely look after you in the future."

Daoist Corpse's eyes twinkled. In the end, his true intentions became clear, and there were indeed quite a few evil cultivators with low cultivation who offered up their birthday gifts.
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Yi Chen pondered and then understood; these people probably knew Daoist Corpse's intentions but still chose to follow him, just to submit a petition in the hope of receiving his protection. After all, their meager gifts wouldn't draw the Ghost King's attention. It was better to rely on a strong person with decent power.

Even if it meant paying a fortune for a horse bone, Daoist Corpse would have to take care of them.

Watching Daoist Corpse at work, Yi Chen couldn't help but regard him with respect for a moment.

Indeed, every chick has its own way of pissing.

In his previous life, there were those selling pyramid schemes that ripped off the poor, Zhai Shan cutting down the middle class, someone else fleecing the wealthy upon returning to the country next week. Everyone had their own race track.

Daoist Corpse was playing on the track of ripping off the poor.

Seeing others make money, feeling worse than losing his own, Yi Chen's eyes spun, and a plan came to his mind.

In front of the puzzled looks of Shen Hui, Qian Yueru, and others, Yi Chen suddenly stood up like an irritable old brother.

"Pah, you dare to present such trinkets to the Ghost King on his birthday? Go begging instead."

"Things not fit to be shown in public."

"I've brought ten pecks of bright pearls, a thousand-year Fuling herb, a thousand taels of gold, a pair of white jade, a pair of jade bi, and a top-quality magic artifact."

"I, Yi Chen, disdain to be in league with the likes of you. This ghost's feast gives me acid reflux. Now, I'm going outside to hunt some game. If you've got the balls, come and rob me."

Yi Chen slapped the table, intentionally or unintentionally showing off a ring on his hand, and suddenly the breathing of everyone in the inn grew more urgent.

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"Brothers, I'm going to catch some game; I'll be back shortly," Yi Chen grinned at Shen Hui and the others, showing off the pressure of someone nearly at the Qi Refinement Realm's mid-stage, before turning around to leave the inn.

Shen Hui and the rest looked at each other in dismay. What was Yi Taoist up to?

How were they to conclude the matter that evening when they met the King of Malevolent Spirits without any birthday gifts to present?

The scholar from the Cui family named Cui Yu couldn't help but complain to everyone through a secret message.

Qian Yueru's eyes twinkled as she guessed some of Yi Chen's intentions, and she couldn't help but curve her eyes with a hint of a smile. Yi Taoist is really fun~

The atmosphere within the inn became oppressive in an instant.

Many started exchanging information through secret messages, and Yi Chen's identity as the eldest of the Yin Mountain's seven villains started to spread among them—some remained nonchalant, some had their greedy thoughts extinguished, and about a dozen cultivators from the dark corner of the inn exchanged looks before departing the inn.

Deception is a test of human nature.

No matter how fake it is, as long as it hooks someone's greed, even if they know you're a swindler, those fools will still dive headfirst into it because they feel they can escape in time; they believe they can get out before it's too late.

This is why scams like a hefty ransom for heirs, as well as I, Emperor Qin Shi Huang, the scheme of donating money, succeed in tricking people, and of course, the same goes for the P2P schemes of past years.

As soon as Yi Chen entered, he surveyed the entire inn's dark cultivators. Not a single expert from the True Person Realm was there, which is why he decided to play the part of Jiang Taigong fishing.

A quarter of an hour later, Yi Chen returned, carrying a large bundle on his back, with bulging bars of gold hidden in his chest. He came back with a smile to where Shen Hui and the others were seated.

"Sorry, brothers, I didn't catch any game. The wild animals of the Sulfurous Witch Mountain are too cunning~"

Yi Chen laughed as he took off the ring from his hand, crushed it into iron powder, and showed everyone inside the inn: "You guys wouldn't think that I, 'Utterly Heinous,' would have a storage ring, would you."

"No way~ No way."

Hilarious, Yi Chen had already hidden the storage ring like a pendant inside his clothes. How could he reveal a storage ring that didn't match his 'Utterly Heinous' identity in front of others?

For a time, the Eight Immortals Inn fell utterly silent, because they saw that the sleeve Yi Chen held up still had blood on it, and none of those dozen or so who had left came back.

Shen Hui: "...."

Cui Yu: "...."

Three brothers of the Flaming Army: "..."

Shen Hui couldn't contain herself and secretly messaged Yi Chen: "Taoist, is what you're doing really okay?"

Shen Hui was reminded of the Flaming Army Leader imparting his experience in playing the role of the eldest of the Yin Mountain's seven villains to Yi Chen before they set off, and how clueless and eager to learn Yi Chen looked.

Yi Chen: "Leader, the poor Daoist has spent a life doing good; I can't play a villain~"

Flaming Army Leader: "Like this, like this, and then this way~"

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Shen Hui couldn't help but mockingly message: "Yi Taoist, you said you can't play a villain, but this doesn't seem like an act."

"Taoist, please restrain yourself a bit," several messaged Yi Chen, urging him.

"Alright then," Yi Chen acquiesced smoothly.