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

"So the poor monk returned to the mountain gate and told our uncles and master about the matter."

"The result was a great disappointment to me."

Recalling that scene in the great hall from the past, Shen Hui's expression couldn't help but twist slightly into a fierce scowl.

Whether it was the tenant farmers at the foot of Mount Daguangming or those at the foot of the Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, even if Shen Hui spoke eloquently as a blooming lotus, he was unable to persuade the monks within the temple to heed his advice.

The chasm between practicality and idealism was even wider than he had imagined.

Unexpectedly, all his senior brothers and elders reprimanded him and confined him to his quarters for a month, until he repeatedly promised to meet with Chun Ya and then immediately return to the Buddhist temple. Only then did his master allow him to go.

At this memory, a sudden flash of crimson crossed Shen Hui's eyes, and a tinge of the scent of blood surfaced in his thoughts.

Lost in his memories, Shen Hui didn't notice that the frequency of the yellow leaves and dark shadows drifting past the window was gradually quickening, and a strange fluctuation was transmitting from outside the window.

At this moment, a twisted shadow suddenly appeared on the trunk of a yellow-leaved tree in the courtyard.

Had any Daoist from Dragon Tiger Mountain been present, they could have recognized that this figure was one of the three that had previously besieged Dragon Tiger Mountain.

One of them was the Demonic Blood Dragon Commander.

Another was the 'old Heavenly Master', master of enticing desires.

The third was the dark-robed shadow of evil that descended upon the Evil Bone.

It was the evil-hearted Mouse Demon.

During that battle at Dragon Tiger Mountain, it almost met its end; fortunately, its cultivation body was unique, allowing it to escape with its Primordial Spirit. Alas, the stubborn old coffin boards of Dragon Tiger Mountain were too fierce. Even though it narrowly escaped death, its power was all but decimated.

By chance, it possessed the body of a young monk at Mount Daguangming and unexpectedly discovered a cultivator with a great breach in their mental defenses.

Previously, with its explosive temper, it would have caused a scene and quickly dispersed.

But now, with its strength greatly diminished, even an average stronger Dao Mastery cultivator could easily defeat it.

Praising His Majesty Asna, and to avoid startling the snake, it chose not to disturb the monk it had possessed. Instead, it attached itself to a yellow tree outside the Buddha Hall and used the powerful secret technique of the Amethyst Mother Realm to secretly erode and weaken the monk's mental defenses daily, storing up energy for the final soul takeover.

If it could kill all the monks of Mount Daguangming, absorbing their souls and flesh, not only could it fully recover its peak cultivation, but it might even make further progress.

And now, the time was almost ripe.

It had silently accumulated power for a long time; its Divine Soul's strength had recovered significantly. The young monk was inexplicably in great mental distress that evening, creating the perfect opportunity for it to perform its python-swallows-the-dragon act.

Another reason emboldening it to take this risk was that it had sensed a trace of His Majesty's Divided Spirit descending. If it remained in this pitiful state before His Majesty came to this continent, it wouldn't need human cultivators to act—His Majesty would personally dispatch it.

After all, within the Amethyst Mother Realm, home to the Lord of Malice, His Majesty Asna, there was no room for the idle.

Just the thought of His Majesty Asna's methods sent a chill through the evil-hearted Mouse Demon's heart, and even it did not dare to face His Majesty's wrath head-on.

At that moment, an image of a certain Daoist suddenly flashed through the mind of the evil-hearted Mouse Demon.

"This Taoist is formidable indeed. We of the Amethyst Mother Realm have invaded and plundered countless worlds, yet I've never seen anyone so fierce as to dare thwart His Majesty's plans again and again."

"Heh heh~ I'd like to see how you die in the future!"

"No creature escapes unscathed after offending His Majesty! Even the Demon Buddha from the Flesh and Blood Mother Realm cannot ignore His Majesty's will."

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Inside the Buddha Hall, Shen Hui's memories played out like a slideshow.

He thought again of the bloody scenes from his memories.

When he rushed back to Chun Ya's village, what he found was an icy corpse.

He, Shen Hui, the foremost among the youth of Mount Daguangming, now engaged in an unfinished battle with the illustrious Great Qin State Preceptor, found on that day that he could not save anyone.

He couldn't change the plight of the tenant farmer village, nor alter the tragic fate of Chun Ya, let alone anything else.

Chun Ya was dead.

She died the night before he arrived.

Coincidentally, two days before his arrival, the steward of the household under Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, Old Master Bai, took a fancy to Chun Ya and wanted to take her as a concubine to "steep shadow jujubes."

Chun Ya didn't want to submit to him and was disillusioned by Shen Hui's abrupt departure, ultimately, on the night she feigned agreement with the steward, she penetrated her heart with Hong Jian's scissors and fell in front of the dressing mirror.

She had planned to flee, but knew that if she did, it would only bring misery to her tenant farmer parents who raised her.

Thus, only through her death could she liberate both herself and her family; there was no way out.

On the white paper, there were no extra words, only four crookedly written large characters—Chun Ya, pure.

The writing was taught by Shen Hui during their time together; previously she always feigned ignorance, pretending not to learn, forcing Shen Hui to guide her hand to write it again, yet still not getting it.

Shen Hui never imagined that the first time he would see her handwriting would be in this situation.

It seemed she was certain that Shen Hui, who left without saying goodbye, would surely come back for her.

But she had no time left.

"You stubborn thing, you stubborn thing!" Suddenly, Shen Hui's eyes were brimming with tears.

His memories were now steeped in blood.