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

The purple token in my hand struggled wildly.

But clearly, Yi Chen's strength prevailed over it, and its struggles seemed only to amuse him.

"Hahaha, I have devoted my life to doing good deeds; all these are my rightful rewards," Yi Chen grinned and laughed outright.

After two and a half seconds passed, the purple token suddenly fell silent after its futile attempt to break free from Yi Chen's firm grip.

A distinct sound of a crack suddenly reached Yi Chen's ears.

A dot of purple light flashed between his fingers!

The purple token exploded on its own.

The intense explosion overcame the Extreme Origin's seal, corroding the skin, flesh, and sinews in Yi Chen's palm, exposing the white bone deep within.

Blood flowed down from his hand.

The explosion happened in the blink of an eye, and Yi Chen was caught off guard, forcefully enduring the blast.

"You damn thing! Can't take the heat?"

Yi Chen lifted his injured left hand, using the moonlight spilling from the sky to see, and licked his slightly dry lips.

His shadow appeared somewhat distorted, swaying in the wind, looking quite ghastly and terrifying.

It had been a very long time since he had seen red.

Today, he had been injured again, his bones visible for all to see.

This feeling, this long-forgotten sensation, was indeed quite fascinating.

Yi Chengzi would remember this grudge.

Under the dark sky with the moonshine scattering, madness converged towards Yi Chen's palm, replenishing his expended energy.

Miao Zi crouched on a treetop, observing the scene unfold before him.

On his father's left hand, a bean-sized red flesh bud suddenly sprouted, and a peculiar smile crept onto his father's face.

Yi Chen tore off a piece of his Taoist robe, casually wrapped it around his hand, and then paid it no more attention.

A mere flesh wound like this, showing bare bone, would heal in less than half an hour; it wasn't worth his concern.

What he was contemplating now was how, if he encountered such a situation again in the future, he could prevent the purple token from self-destructing and afford him some more time to ponder over it.

In that brief two-and-a-half-second period, the stream of information at his eyelids had astonishingly surged by one hundred and seventy-five lines, earning him a total of three thousand five hundred Deep Red Points.

If two and a half seconds could yield such results, he dared not imagine what two and a half years could bring.

Yi Chen could swear to the heavens that he hadn't exhausted the Deep Red Points on that purple token before it exploded.

At this thought, the customarily frugal Yi Chen felt a twinge of pain in his heart.

What a pity! His Extreme Origin lacked the property to seal.

Even if he could only seal that peculiar purple token for a bit longer...

"Wait, it seems my Extreme Origin could also possess the ability to seal, as long as I put some effort into it." Yi Chen's eyes spun, a possibility dawning on him, a light flared in his eyes, then the light faded as quickly as it appeared.

In the Da Yue cultivation world, existing sects didn't possess scripture famous for sealing abilities. Ages ago, there was a sect called Sealing Heaven, peerlessly powerful, dominating an era.

Then, due to some catastrophe, the large sect faced divine punishment, and overnight, it scattered into the wind and mysteriously disappeared.

These were details he had read in a record in the Scripture Pavilion of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

The moment this thought arose, a shiver of alarm ran down Yi Chen's spine.

It seemed that in the current world of cultivation, even the top sects didn't have scripture known for sealing, an unknown secret or merely a coincidence.

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Yi Chen picked Ming Zi up by the scruff of his neck and flew off toward Ping'an County.

Miao Zi flapped its hind legs and then decided to give up, realizing it had no chance of resisting once destiny had firmly grasped it.

Minutes later, Miao Zi, who had been fed a mouthful of cold wind, was let down by Yi Chen.

"Do you realize your mistake?"

Miao Zi nodded its head pathetically.

"Then aren't you going to work harder? Must your father step in for such battles? Does your father not have any dignity?"

"You don't work hard, do you expect me to?" Yi Chen educated sternly.

Miao Zi's practiced and graceful retreat one second before it battled Bu Zhong was something that could not escape his keen senses.

Since returning to Hidden Dragon Temple, whenever Miao Zi had free time, it would gallivant about finding cat friends, then bully the dogs of Fengyun County, showing off its prowess without practicing its natural magical skills.

Today's punishment was a minor lesson against future transgressions.

"Keep this up, and I'll have you neutered." Facing Ming Zi, who was making a beseeching gesture with its paws together, Yi Chen could only grudgingly threaten, and the man and cat quickly returned to the Prefectural Governor Li Hua's residence.

"Prefectural Governor Li, please accept my condolences; this is essentially what happened. Bu Zhong has committed many atrocities over the years, which you will know once you initiate an investigation," Yi Chen took care to explain the situation to Prefectural Governor Li.

Prefectural Governor Li, overwhelmed, felt his world spin, and Yi Chen promptly supported him.

Previously, no one had suspected Bu Zhong, but now that Han Shan Temple was declared extinct and the mystery had been unraveled by Yi Chen, all Prefectural Governor Li needed to do was mobilize the resources of the government office to uncover more about Bu Zhong's misdeeds.

"What the Taoist master says, I naturally have no reason to disbelieve, but it's just pitiful for my poor son," Prefectural Governor Li said, supporting himself on the table with difficulty.

"Once I have dealt with my son's funeral, I will send the promotion document over to Chief Zhang. Please rest assured, Taoist master," Prefectural Governor Li continued.

In fact, he already had a bad feeling after the incident, and turning to Yi Chen was simply out of a last sliver of hope, at the very least, even in death, he needed to know how his son Li Hua had died.

"Blessings from the Unbound Heavenly Venerate," Yi Chen replied.

"My tasks here are not urgent, Prefectural Governor. Please, take care to grieve properly," after bowing to Prefectural Governor Li, Yi Chen declined the offer to stay overnight and casually checked into an inn, planning to return to Hidden Dragon Temple the next day.