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

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"I've also heard about this matter, but I don't know the reason behind it, Brother Zhang, do you have a way to know the inside story?"

"Hehe, I do know a thing or two about it," the man surnamed Zhang said and then stopped there, saying no more.

"Come on, Brother Zhang, out with it. I'll cover the meal," the other urged.

Upon hearing this, the man surnamed Zhang finally spoke with a smile:

"It is said that the person with the peach blossom mask belongs to an organization called Zizaitian. One of his subordinates goes by the name Lord Pojun, who unintentionally acquired a Dao Sword with three markings, the Great Five Elements Extinguishing Dao Sword, a relic left by an extremely dangerous being from the past who had reached the pinnacle of the Dao, the Extinguishing Dao Lord."

"This man was also unlucky. He was accidentally discovered by the Wind Spirit True Monarch, a Grand Elder of the Fengyun Sword Sect who had just advanced to the True Monarch Realm. The Wind Spirit True Monarch wanted to force a transaction, but the man naturally refused, revealing his identity as a subordinate of the Doumu Origin Lord, Lord Pojun."

"However, the Wind Spirit True Monarch was far too greedy. He killed Lord Pojun on the spot. Lord Pojun was quite something himself, managing to withstand three moves before finally falling. Somehow, he managed to send out the news of his death."

"Enraged by this, the Doumu Origin Lord was furious. She issued a message: 'To kill fifteen True Monarchs. If those who enter the Dao are not close enough, then compensations are required, for each True Monarch equates to five...'"

"Caught off guard by her sudden attack, the Fengyun Sword Sect is now practically crippled. Only a Supreme Elder in seclusion and one True Monarch who had been traveling outside have survived; all the other True Monarchs perished."

"By the way, that traveling True Monarch has also died. Somehow, the Doumu Origin Lord found him and made up the number to fifteen."

Yi Chen: "... Damn, Yuan Jun!"

At this moment, Yi Chen couldn't help but fall silent. Although he was amazed by the strength of a Yuan Jun, it reinforced his resolve not to reveal his affiliation with a Yuan Jun while traveling.

Lord Tan Lang is someone I'm not familiar with.

As Yi Chen was deep in thought, a sudden commotion outside the window caught his attention. He saw an immensely large palanquin carried by eight bearers heading toward the Bajun Tower.

The eight strong bearers struggled to walk, indicating the importance of the person inside the palanquin.

After the palanquin settled outside the Bajun Tower, four gaunt men were thrown out from the inside and sprawled on the ground, unable to get up. In an instant, everyone near the windows of the Bajun Tower turned pale with shock.

"Fellow Daoist, who are those people on the ground?" Yi Chen, finding the scene interesting, couldn't resist asking a richly dressed young master behind him. Read the latest on My Virtual Library Empire

"Fellow Daoist, those are just dregs!"

"You appear wise and valiant, but you should be careful. That person is the daughter of the Sect Master of the Evil Elephant Sect, Xiang Feiyan. It's unexpected that she would come to this small Shanyue City today. Thankfully, I'm average looking, so I should be safe," the young master initially showed a look of terror and then seemed relieved.

While Yi Chen was confused, a figure eight feet tall and just as wide around, shaped like a ball, stepped out from the palanquin. Her body was layered in fat. With each step, her flesh quivered like waves.

"Damn, they call this Feiyan? Which family's Feiyan looks like this?" Yi Chen's pupils shook with shock.

"You don't know, brother. She wasn't like this before. It seems that something went wrong with her cultivation technique and she underwent a drastic change in temperament, becoming indiscriminate with men and turning into what she looks like now."

"Previously, she would offer great rewards to lure handsome male cultivators to dual cultivate with her. However, no man has lasted more than three days before turning into dregs. They gain riches but can't spend it, as their lives are short-lived."

At this moment, all the decent-looking male cultivators in the Bajun Tower became panic-stricken. Yi Chen frowned, not wishing to cause unnecessary trouble. He rubbed his face, morphing it into that of a plain-looking man, earning praise from the young master for his skill.

Only after 'Feiyan' squeezed sideways through the entrance of the Bajun Tower did a handsome young master no longer bear it. He lunged toward the window, his mana surging as he attempted to flee.

Suddenly, the young master felt darkness before his eyes, his body abruptly bouncing as if he had collided with something soft like a sponge.

No, it wasn't a sponge.

It was fat.

A powerful aura of a peak True Person Realm erupted from this woman.

"Why the hurry, young master? Why not stay and share a drink with me," boomed a voice as loud and deep as a tolling bell across the sky.

"If the young master doesn't speak, then that's consent," Xiang Feiyan's eyes gleamed cruelly and mockingly. After all, this young master was just a minor cultivator at the Qi Refinement Realm. Playing him to death would be no big deal.

She lifted the layers of fat on her belly and tucked the young master, who was small as a sprout, inside. Then she leisurely stepped down and continued squeezing through the main entrance, this time with a person in tow.

A pitiful man struggling nonstop.

Seeing the poor young master's face swelling red, Yi Chen knew that all his mana had been sealed by Xiang Feiyan.

Thump, thump, thump.

The heavy footsteps resounded. For a moment, everyone on the Bajun Tower fell deathly silent.

Xiang Feiyan snickered to herself. Since her cultivation technique had misfired, and she couldn't regain her previous slender figure, she first felt inferior and dared not to show her face for quite a long time.

Facing the scornful and contemptuous looks from others, she was filled with shame and anger.

But later, she had an epiphany. You all scorn and mock me? Then I shall make those who scorn me feel my pain. Just the thought of others' fearful and desperate gazes excited Xiang Feiyan.

"Indeed, this trick never fails. The pretty faces I ensnare usually look good, and today I'll have fun with another one," Xiang Feiyan silently mused.

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