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

Chapter 37: Chapter 37: Gathering Herbs, The Wild Boar King and Cultivation.

The sun was already high in the sky—three pole lengths high to be exact—when Yi Chen leisurely opened his eyes, the warm sunlight already beating down on him.He had slept incredibly well, both his body and mind had greatly relaxed, and the weakness that came after the transformation into extreme Yang had completely vanished.

This made Yi Chen feel even more invigorated.

"I wonder, if I had a fight with the master that the white-haired old ghost spoke of, who would have a better chance of winning," Yi Chen suddenly thought a bold idea.

"If that mysterious master isn't human but a demonic creature, they should be worth quite a lot of Deep Red Points," he speculated.

With a powerful weapon in hand, a killing intent naturally arises.

Times change.

Now, possessing the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the seventh level of the True Pure Yang Skill, Yi Chen felt a bit inflated inside. If he was still on the sixth level of the True Pure Yang Skill, his heart would definitely be uneasy.

But the seventh level of the True Pure Yang Skill not only increased his attributes significantly on paper, the purity and recovery speed of his Inner Qi had also greatly improved. This caused a slight shift in his mentality.

The eagle dares to perch on the branch growing on the edge of the cliff, not because it trusts the strength of the branch, but because it trusts its own wings more.

Even if the branch breaks, with the eagle's strength, a flap of its wings would be enough to fly away.

Yi Chen was now in a similar state of mind.

It's important to note that the Soul Ignition Technique could increase his current strength fivefold at its peak; although it came with significant risks, it also improved his ability to take risks further.

He craved Deep Red Points more than anything.

Right now, his Inner Qi was a deep purple. If he could go one step further, who knows what kind of world that would be.

To have a mortal body, yet stand shoulder-to-shoulder with Zhang Ji Shi, the Heavenly Master? Tsk, tsk, tsk.

He's getting ahead of himself, swept away by his imagination.

He probably won't reach the level of the Heavenly Master in just a few more steps.

The road to cultivation is long and arduous, I shall

"You wild boar, let go of that girl!"

A towering figure appeared, bounding over in a few leaps, landing like a divine soldier to intercept the charging path of the King of Wild Boars.

With a thud.

A pair of large hands firmly gripped the charging boar's head, forcefully halting its momentum.

The herb-dressed girl, who expected the tree to fall at any moment, opened her tightly shut eyes, her lips agape, shocked by the sight before her.

A man strong as a bear had descended from the sky, one hand pressing on the boar king's skull, while his other fan-sized palm alternatively struck the boar's huge face.

The boar king frantically dug at the ground and roared angrily, but to no avail against the enhanced strength of Yi Chen.

After several enhancements, Yi Chen's arm strength had reached nearly ten thousand pounds. The inner Qi of the True Pure Yang Skill is refined from one's own blood energy, hence practitioners of the Minor Pure Yang Skill were often broad and robust, like Yi Chen's master Bai Yunzi.

Yi Chen, who had cultivated the Minor Pure Yang Skill to the seventh level, was even more terrifyingly strong.

"Trying to wrestle with a poor Taoist like me? You're still too unseasoned," Yi Chen said mockingly to the still digging and resisting boar king.

Next, he delivered a forceful elbow strike to the head of the boar king, the impact sending the boar sprawling to the ground.

Crack.

A bone-chilling sound of snapping echoed, and the boar king's eyes nearly bulged out. Yi Chen clapped his hands and kicked its skull, and the weighty body of the boar king slid across the ground for over ten meters, breaking several trees before it finally came to a halt.

It slumped over, neck crooked, and ascended to heaven.

This scene left the young girl on the tree shaken and astounded.

My goodness, that physique...

"Miss, come on down."

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Minutes later, Yi Chen descended the mountain with a medicine basket slung over his back, a self-made barbell in his left hand, and the King of Wild Boars, weighing over a thousand pounds, slung over his right shoulder, puffing and panting along the way.

The medicine basket, of course, was the girl's way of saying thank you, containing medicinal herbs for replenishing Qi and blood.

After a few minutes of conversation, Yi Chen finally learned the reason behind the wild boar's madness: it turned out that the herb-collecting girl, named Chun Ya, was from the nearby Rolling Stone Town.

She had gone up the mountain today to collect herbs and, upon seeing a nest of piglets, acted on her hunting instinct and smeared the corn she brought with the juice of a toxic herb called "Broken Intestine Grass" before feeding it to the piglets.

A few minutes later, as the boar king prowled nearby, it returned to find all its piglets laid out, witnessing the girl who was about to scavenge them, which sparked its rage.

After hearing the full story, Yi Chen was speechless at the girl's audacity and cunning; she was indeed bold and meticulous, daring in her actions.

By the time Yi Chen returned to the temple, it was nearly noon. He handed the medicine basket to Qing Yunzi.

"Junior brother, the basket contains some herbs for replenishing Qi and blood. Stew them into a soup and drink it yourself," he said.

After taking a glance at the contents of the basket, Qing Yunzi's expression froze.

"Senior brother..."

"Is there a problem?"

"A little one."

"Speak."

"These herbs indeed replenish Qi and blood, but they seem to be intended for women to recuperate after their monthly period," said Qing Yunzi softly.

"Ah... Ah? Well, that's quite tonic, apt for your stage of refining essence into Qi, don't waste it," Yi Chen replied.

With a silent groan, Qing Yunzi walked towards the kitchen with a constipated look, vowing silently that come what may in his cultivation, even if he died from a deficit of Qi and blood during the phase of refining essence into Qi, he would not drink that concoction.

In the afternoon, after Yi Chen had finished processing the entire wild boar, salting it well, he then threw himself back into the strenuous task of frying fish.

Day and night, without rest.

The muscles of Yi Taoist were earned through sweat and labor.

Qing Feng sneakily watched his senior brother fry fish, with the same fascination as some people have when watching blacksmiths shoe a donkey.

It's worth mentioning that.

Tonight, Hidden Dragon Temple would not eat fish.

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