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

Chapter 85: Chapter 85: Do You Need My Help? Approaching Malice, Mission: Impossible (I)

"Taoist, isn't life full of unexpected reunions? Here's to you, drink up," Zhang Biaotou, carrying a jug of wine, led a group of young escorts over to toast Yi Chen, chatting about the amusing incident of Yi Chen crossing the river on a log.The crowd of men listened in wonder, clicking their tongues in amazement.

Yi Chen, ever the hearty fellow, drained his cup in response, quickly becoming one of the gang.

"Head Escort Zhang, the Wei Yuan Escort Agency's business sure seems to be booming. Why are you risking your life running these escorts every day? What about your nephew? Isn't he joining you on this trip?"

Finding himself running into acquaintances on the road, Yi Chen couldn't help thinking just how small the world really is.

"Alas, my wife bore me a son with the hope of having a daughter next, but then she gave birth to triplets... all boys..." Zhang Biaotou's eyes reddened as he spoke, turning away to take a big gulp of wine.

Without thousand pounds of burden, who would leave their home to venture far away?

Ah, so this was the root of Head Escort Zhang's workaholic ways~

Yi Chen chuckled awkwardly. Come on! To the bottom! It's all in the wine!

Having four sons, in any age, is an explosive situation for ordinary people without financial freedom.

While Yi Chen was enjoying his drinks and meats, bustling with energy, a group of five Daoists in somewhat whitened robes due to washing were nibbling on coarse grain cakes by another campfire.

The youngest among them looked enviously in Yi Chen's direction and couldn't help asking, "Master, why is it that this man, also a Daoist, can drink alcohol and eat meat without any restrictions?"

Upon hearing this, Master Bai He with furrowed brows glanced in Yi Chen's direction, revealed a solemn expression and replied:

"Simply wearing a Daoist robe doesn't make one part of our Daoist community."

"Our Linghe View has its own principles; to cultivate our methods to a profound level, it is best to avoid meat and pungent foods, to meditate and fast daily, keeping the precepts and a tranquil mind."

"Think about it, can a physical body compare to the vast expanse of a Yang Spirit?"

"And how can human effort overcome the powers of heaven and earth? Daoist practice seeks harmony with nature, moving heaven and earth is the true path."

"Don't be fooled by that man's robust appearance; his muscles are lifeless and of little use. When it comes to cleansing the world of evil spirits, it's us, the practitioners of the arts, who must bear the burden."

Convinced by their master's words, the four young Daoists nodded frequently and agreed in unison, deeply convinced.

Master Bai He's words all reached Yi Chen, who had exceptionally keen senses, but he didn't bother to argue.

Because there was no need.

He had already seen that even Master Bai He was nothing more than an outsider who had awakened to cultivation, his mana chaotic and inferior to that of Master Lianhua.

It's often said that the worse the student, the more abundant his supplies, just as the lower the cultivation, the more absolute the talk.

Yi Chen believed in the Dao of unparalleled combat, where true skill lay in the ability to win, regardless of the path.

The campfire continued for more than an hour before everyone dispersed to continue their journey tomorrow.

Watching Zhang Biaotou stagger toward him to say goodbye, disappearing around the corner, Yi Chen glanced at the I Ching coins atop the bronze-cornered gold coffin in the courtyard, then around at the pitch darkness. For some inexplicable reason, he felt sort of oppressed tonight, and even sensed someone spying on him.

How strange and mysterious. After

This malice was strong!

At this moment, the pathetic red-haired evil zombie beneath his feet could only flail and attempt sit-ups under his suppression, but sadly it could not rise, and its attempts to bite Yi Chen's ankle never reached, leaving it to furiously rage in impotence, letting out roars that were either out of anger or fear.

Although they didn't understand why Yi Chen didn't finish it off, the crowd couldn't read the situation, but the scene before them was utterly shocking!

"Daoist's divine might!"

"Daoist's divine might!"

Not knowing who started it, the crowd from the convoy began to chant one after another.

Listening to the deafening chant, Yi Taoist's face turned from blue to white, the shouts slapping his face like slaps.

Yi Chen frowned as he looked around, still detecting no abnormalities. Unwilling to play with the malice behind the fog, he released a surge of force through his foot, and the red-haired evil zombie let out a final agonized howl before going still.

The onlookers burst into excited cheers. Around the corner of the post station, a lady in white, Miss Jun, gracefully approached, her legs clamped tightly, her eyes brimming with spring.

A beauty spot on the edge of her lips added to her allure.

Under the glowing moonlight, Miss Jun moved gently within three meters of Yi Chen.

The convoy guards looked on with envy at the scene before them.

Beauty loves a hero, after all—who could blame them for not being as impressive as Yi Chen.

They had no choice but to look on with envy.

Miss Jun was a prized daughter of the Jun family; winning her over meant half a lifetime less of struggle.

No, it meant completing a lifetime's KPI.

As they were lost in wild thoughts, suddenly, their pupils shrank violently.

Their goddess, Miss Jun, had her head severed by Yi Chen's sword, rolling on the ground.

"How dare you!"

"To approach me so closely."

"I knew at a glance you were not human!" Yi Chen said coldly.