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

Just then, the carriage suddenly overturned, ejecting from the coffin a finger, a handful of ash, and three talismans.

In the shocked eyes of the attendants, a green talisman self-ignited without any breeze, conjuring a gust of wind that whirled the cremated ashes into the air.

Following that, the blue talisman caught fire, spurring a brief rain within a ten-meter radius of the coffin for ten seconds.

Lastly, the purple talisman ignited, exploding into a bolt of lightning that charred the finger on the ground.

As a professional assassin, possessing a repertoire of special techniques was common. For "Water Ghost", using delayed explosion talismans wasn't particularly difficult.

"Water Ghost" found the most difficult part to be the thought process of the boss…

Before long, a middle-aged man with hollow cheeks and narrow eyes arrived at the overturned coffin. He looked at the scene before him, glanced at the letter, and then at the charred finger on the ground, and suddenly roared toward the sky:

"Ah ah ah, Gui Zhongdao! You're courting death!"

The letter in his hand clearly read:

[Brother Yan, your brother's cremated ashes have been sent back the way they came, courtesy of Gui Zhongdao. No need for thanks, I've specially prepared burial silver, ten thousand and ten taels, waiting for you at the White Egret Peak of Nanshan. Gui Zhongdao shall await your esteemed arrival, to discuss funeral arrangements.]

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The White Egret Peak of Nanshan is a mountain over two hundred miles away from the stronghold of Blood Killing Tower.
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It was named for the numerous egrets that roost there.

At dusk on White Egret Peak, the horizon was painted deep red by clouds, reflecting across rivers and mountains, weaving into a magnificent tapestry.

Yi Chen, carrying the head of Yan Renhen, broke through the grand formation and stepped out, crushing the clouds above.

Yan Renhen indeed was a cold and cautious man, suspecting a ruse, even amidst such provocation from Yi Chen he still brought a deputy tower master and set up a grand formation at the mountain base, inviting Yi Chen in for a talk.

Yi Chen naturally went along with the flow.

He wasn't afraid of Yan Renhen not meeting him, to still not face him after being slapped in the face like this, then Yan Renhen wasn't fit to be the tower master.

The Blood Killing Tower wouldn't be able to stand its ground in the underground world either, their people would have to sit at the kids' table from now on when going out for work.

After entering the formation, naturally, a small quarrel broke out between the two parties. Linking generations by insults, Yi Chen sincerely farewelled the female relatives of Yan Renhen's past eighteen generations...

After an ample exchange of views, unable to bear it any longer, Yan Renhen made the first move. He summoned two old ghosts to have a minor scuffle with Yi Chen, and the two sides clashed.

The event ended with Yan Renhen's side confused.

"Earned another 2,600 Deep Red Points, feeling good."

"Didn't expect that old fellow Yan Renhen to have a top-grade spirit beast bag, saved me a bit of expense, the man was pretty decent~"

Yi Chen floated in the air like a murderous deity, his sleeves billowing as he patrolled the sky.

His insight ability activated, combined with the exceptional vision granted by the Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique, his sharp gaze searching for any figures that might be lurking nearby.

A sinister smile played on his lips, Yi Chen muttered to himself, "Bold! There actually is a little mouse that slipped through the net, hiding in the shadows."

With a twist of his body, he plummeted like a meteor, colliding with a certain spot beneath the ground.

A pudgy man cloaked in a bizarre magic artifact for protection, lurking underground, suddenly looked desperate.

Enormous pressure crushed his protective magic artifact, which burst with a snap, turning him into a lump of flesh.

As long as he killed people cleanly enough, no one would discover his identity.

Yi Chen looked up at the beautiful horizon, tossed Yan Renhen's head to the ground, and strode away.

This was the way of the undercover Yi Taoist.

Blood Killing Tower fortress, night.

Yang Zuo was shocked as he looked at the three blood-stained storage rings in his hand.

Yi Chen patted his shoulder again and said with profound meaning, "Work hard, I'm keeping an eye on everything."

"If you handle matters diligently, it wouldn't be out of the question for me to pass on the Giant Spirit Devil Technique to you in the future."

The Giant Spirit Devil Technique was the demonic cultivation method originally practiced by the lord of the Blood Killing Tower, which had been lying in Yi Chen's storage ring gathering dust, appearing useless.

However, what seemed worthless to him was now an extremely precious treasure in the eyes of Yang Zuo.

After painting a big pie for Yang Zuo, Yi Chen turned around and returned to the secret chamber where he was cultivating in seclusion.

Power is demonstrated through its distribution, and moreover, Yang Zuo's life was still in his hands; Yi Chen was not at all worried about Yang Zuo harboring doubts about his identity.

Even if there were doubts, as long as he was a smart man, he would convince himself.

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With a slap on his spirit beast bag, Miao Zi peeked out hesitantly and began frolicking around Yi Chen, joy evident beyond words.

After killing Yan Renhen and his party, Yi Chen had gone to Nanshan County and brought Miao Zi back.

To his surprise, Miao Zi didn't cause any trouble; instead, it strangely hid in the rafters of a painting shop to watch others paint, which puzzled him.

After playing with Miao Zi for a while, during the quiet of the night, Yi Chen took out the letter sent by the Carefree King, his eyebrows slightly furrowed.

The Carefree King, for some unknown reason, had issued invitations to gather many leaders of the powers under the Worry-Free Alliance to his Worry-Free Mansion for a meeting.

Mr. Lu Xun once said, "To go or not to go, that is the question."

After pondering for a while, Yi Chen decided to go.

Now that his cultivation had greatly improved, even if the Worry-Free Mansion were a dragon's den or tiger's lair, he dared to charge in.

Besides, he had embezzled those hundreds of thousands of taels of deposit from the Carefree King, which also needed to be dealt with.

He found the Blood Killing Tower very useful and did not want to discard it too easily.

Of course, having heard that the Carefree King liked to throw interesting banquets and that there were Heavenly Demon Exquisite Dances to watch within the Worry-Free Mansion, Yi Chen also felt a bit eager to broaden his horizons.

"Carefree King, the underground emperor of Jiangnan Circuit, an old thief of many years, what are you really up to?"

"Could you be the Purple Order Demonic Human of Jiangnan Circuit?"

Thinking of the Carefree King's strange task of collecting human bones, and the letter instructing Gui Zhongdao to investigate him, Yi Chen felt that this person must have great secrets.

"Well then, Daoist will meet with you, Carefree King."

Yi Chen stood up indifferently, and a speck of white light appeared at his fingertip, then suddenly expanded; the white light, like ripples of water, engulfed all the evil items stored in the secret chamber.

Over eighty strands of information flashed before his eyes like a rapid scroll.

"Less than I expected, only a little over one thousand one hundred points."

"However, I now have over three thousand seven hundred Deep Red Points, so the progress isn't bad."

"If the Carefree King turns out to be a demonic human or has the cultivation of a True Monarch, what then should I do?"

Yi Chen stood with his hands behind his back, lost in thought.

After a long time, a sigh echoed in the secret chamber, and the Thunderstrike Jade began crackling with sparks.

A Daoist was grimacing, contorting his face as he fiddled with the electric door.