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

"You are not the Ancestor Master; the power you wield is definitely not that of the All Stars Dao Fruit."

Within the Great Hall, Zhan Xingzi's gaze was fixed firmly on Yi Chen's eyes, as though he was trying to discern some clue from his expression. His hands, hidden behind his back, subtly formed a technique, attempting to divine Yi Chen's origins.

Unfortunately, no matter what method he tried, all ended in failure.

"Does it matter whether I am or not?"

"Sect Leader, the techniques of the cultivators from the Heavenly Star Sect can kill, and so can the techniques of cultivators from the Ghost Worship Sect. Both rely on the power of elixirs to advance in cultivation. Now, I hold two elixirs in my hand. Sect Leader, do you believe one of these to be righteous and the other evil?"

Facing Zhan Xingzi's questioning gaze, Yi Chen appeared utterly indifferent. Without waiting for a response, he added with a faint smile,

"I believe that if the Heavenly Star Sect is righteous, then this elixir used to strengthen the cultivators of the Heavenly Star Sect must naturally be righteous. Conversely, if used to aid the Ghost Worship Sect cultivators, it would naturally be evil. Sect Leader, do you not agree?"

"By the way, Sect Leader, let me mention that both of these elixirs were taken from Ghost Worship Sect cultivators."

Yi Chen spoke in an unhurried tone as he slowly stepped forward, placing the two elixirs onto Zhan Xingzi's desk.

Looking at the elixirs on the table, Zhan Xingzi was momentarily speechless.

With his extraordinary intellect, how could he fail to sense the deeper implication hidden within Yi Chen's words? If these elixirs could be used to benefit the Heavenly Star Sect cultivators, then they could equally be used to aid the Ghost Worship Sect cultivators.

The Great Hall once again fell into a strange and eerie silence.

After a long pause, Zhan Xingzi finally spoke again with a sigh:

"Yi Chengzi, since you still address me as Sect Leader, it shows that you remain aligned with the Human Race of the Eastern Continent. As for whether you are the reincarnation of the Ancestor Master, that can indeed be a matter for the future."

"After all, none of us have reached the same realm as the Ancestor Master. It is only natural that I remain uncertain."

"The conflict between the Eastern and Western Continents is of great consequence. Even though you have fought against the cultivators of the Ghost Worship Sect and the True Blood Sect before, I still cannot trust you completely."

"How can you guarantee that at the crucial moment of our battle with the forces from the Western Lands, you will truly stand with us?"

Staring at Yi Chen, Zhan Xingzi got straight to the point and said,

"As long as you can truly affirm your unwavering loyalty to our Heavenly Star Sect and the Human Race of the Eastern Continent, the title of All Stars' Son and the Star Jade will all be yours."

"Huan Gu lacks potential; her future achievements may not even surpass my own. I am already old, and after my passing, the Heavenly Star Sect could be yours, Yi Chengzi."

"If you like He Xian, I can help you arrange it. In short, I will ensure your satisfaction. What do you think?"

Yi Chen: "...." Why does it feel like something strange just sneaked in here?

Looking at the elder before him, Yi Chen naturally understood the underlying meaning behind his words—Zhan Xingzi wanted him to present a pledge of allegiance to the Eastern Continent. However, Zhan Xingzi's proposal just so happened to align perfectly with Yi Chen's plans.

Because… after exhausting the Eastern Continent's wool, Yi Chen estimated it only amounted to around four billion Deep Red Points.

Keep in mind, he had made a trip around even the Moon Concealing Sect to scrape together this sum.

Now, if he wanted to progress further, his only option would be to squeeze the cultivators from the Ghost Worship Sect and the True Blood Sect even harder.

"Sect Leader, do you happen to know the current whereabouts of the Eight Immortals of the Ghost Worship Sect and the Eight Immortals of the True Blood Sect?"

"Tell me, if I were to act and slaughter them all as an offering for entering the sect, would you still think of me as someone who wavers in allegiance?"

Under the sunlight, Yi Chen grinned, revealing two rows of gleaming white teeth. His eyes flashed with a ferocious gleam, and an aura of blood and death surged forth, filling the entire hall.

Such uncompromising words left Zhan Xingzi visibly shaken.

"If… if that were the case, I would naturally have no further doubts in my heart. But venturing deep into enemy territory—how would you escape unscathed?"

"Moreover, this… seems somewhat against the rules."

"Sect Leader, the very establishment of a rule is to grant immense benefits to those who break it. Rules? They are made to be broken. Now, when the Eastern and Western Continents face off, what rules remain?"

"At the cusp of life and death, the greatest rule is that there are no rules!"

"I suspect, Sect Leader, that you are unaware of the matter of the Black Seal."

Yi Chen's expression grew serious as he began recounting the events of the Yang City Black Seal incident to Zhan Xingzi.

"Sect Leader, I fear the Black Seal is merely the tip of the iceberg. Who knows how many more underhanded tricks the Ghost Worship Sect and the True Blood Sect have hidden."

"And given their methods, do you think that the Ghost Worship Sect and the True Blood Sect would hesitate to use something like the Black Seal on the beings of the Western Lands as they did on the myriad beings of the Eastern Continent?"

"Or, Sect Leader, do you consider those old acquaintances of yours to be merciful and soft-hearted?"

"During the previous war, when Western Immortal Platform Realm cultivators deliberately teleported into our rear lines to slaughter civilians, Sect Leader, you must know of such atrocities. Do you think the cultivators of the Western Lands have any bottom line?"

"Sect Leader, let us proceed and make this sacrifice. Let the criticism fall on me, Yi Chengzi."

Looking at Yi Chen, who exuded murderous intent, Zhan Xingzi's hands clenched tightly behind his back, his expression wavering between hesitation and determination.

Compared to Yi Chen's radical proposal, even the fiercest and most warmongering figure of the Eastern Continent's Sixteen Immortal Platforms—Iron Crutch Zhang, leader of the Eight Immortals of the Moon Concealing Sect—seemed conservative.

After all, if they were to pursue Yi Chen's approach, the Eastern and Western Continents would truly have no room left to maneuver, and the facade of restraint would be utterly torn away.