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

The seventh day.

Inside an elegant tea room, Zhan Xingzi paid a secret visit.

On a small red clay stove, the boiling tea began lifting the lid of the teapot, producing a soft bubbling sound.

"Alright, Fellow Taoist Zhan Xingzi, I appreciate your kindness," remarked Yi Chen.

"These Longevity Treasure Medicines are of no use to me; you should keep them to nourish yourself."

Glancing at the three treasure medicines before him, Yi Chen mimicked Yuan Jun's method of brewing and rinsing tea.

An alien force surged forth, and with a crisp snap, the three jade boxes before him abruptly shut and slid towards Zhan Xingzi.

Regardless of everything, Yi Chen acknowledged Zhan Xingzi's good intentions.

His issues were not something a few so-called top-tier Longevity Treasure Pills could resolve.

"Drink tea!"

Yi Chen extended his hand with a gesture, transferring a freshly brewed cup of fragrant tea to Zhan Xingzi.

"If word of Taoist Yi Chen personally brewing tea for me reaches others, I'd die with no regrets," Zhan Xingzi joked.

Zhan Xingzi lifted the tea, its calming aroma immediately rushing to his senses. He sipped it lightly, suddenly seeming to recall something, his expression briefly laced with awkwardness.

"Taoist, did He Xian, the young one, offend you last night?"

"That child returned last night quite unsettled and insisted that I visit you today for a meeting. What do you think…"

Suddenly, Zhan Xingzi gently put down his teacup and said.

Yi Chen: "..."

Recalling the incident from the previous night, Yi Chen could only offer a helpless sigh:

"Ah, since she's already decided to come, let's meet her again."

Receiving Yi Chen's approval, Zhan Xingzi happily got up and quickly headed out of the tea room, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

For the past six days, drinking had been a daily ritual. Since today was the last day, Yi Chen wanted to ease his palate and decided against alcohol.

He picked up his teacup. Although with his current cultivation, he wouldn't flinch even if this tea were a thousand times hotter, he still gently blew on it, honoring the ceremonial act.

Thinking of He Xian's visage, Yi Chen couldn't help but feel a slight stir of warmth in his heart.

As Yi Chen drank and waited, suddenly, a waft of fragrance swept into the tea room.

Curved in all the right places, stunningly beautiful, and with a crescent moon mark sharply visible at the center of her brows under the daylight's glow.

It was none other than an exquisite nun—Huan Guzi.

Poof!

A mouthful of tea sprayed out from Yi Chen's lips!

Damn it, Zhan Xingzi, what the hell are you playing at!

Wasn't He Xian supposed to be coming?

"What nonsense is this? What do you take me for? Weren't you saying He Xian would meet with me? Why has it become Fellow Taoist Huan Guzi instead?"

"Where's Zhan Xingzi? Make him come here and explain this to me, now!"

Yi Chen slammed the table furiously.

His gaze… wandered slightly.

Astonishing Wisdom began working at full speed! Lightning speed!

He was becoming increasingly uncertain about the true intentions of the Heavenly Star Sect.

This was terrifying.

If it were He Xian, that would've been one thing. Why, then, was it Huan Guzi this time?

"Ah… Ah?"

"I came to inform the Taoist that young He Xian, being thin-skinned, faltered at the last moment and couldn't gather the courage to meet you. Zhan Xingzi is still persuading her as we speak, and he sent me here specifically to tell you, so you wouldn't grow impatient from waiting," said Huan Guzi.

"Yi… Yi Taoist, has Huan Gu offended you in some way?"

The stunning nun looked puzzled, rummaging through her mind but failing to find any instance where she might have offended Yi Chen to warrant such a dramatic reaction to her arrival.

It was almost as though he were about to devour her whole.

"No! You're all fine!"

"You're all exemplary!"

Indeed!

At that moment, Yi Chen's fists, hidden within his sleeves, were already clenched tightly. Extending his spiritual power, he saw Old Deng from afar, engaged in a heartfelt conversation with a palace-robed female cultivator holding a lantern in hand.

'He Xian, you begged me to lead you here to apologize to Taoist Yi Chen, but now you've changed your mind. You're putting me in a tough spot here.'

'What exactly did you do to offend Taoist Yi Chen last night?'

The palace-robed female cultivator stood a thousand miles away on the cloudbank, her jade-like face flushed red as she nervously fiddled with her sleeve hems.

Few in the Heavenly Star Sect knew that her parents had both perished at the hands of Ghost Worship Sect cultivators.

It was Zhan Xingzi who had raised her, teaching her Daoist skills, treating her as both a student and a daughter.

Yet even he didn't know that, before her Daoist skills matured, she had silently made a vow:

That whoever could truly eradicate the Ghost Worship Sect and avenge her parents would earn her purity, as well as her eternal servitude as a bonded maid.

Thus, yesterday, she mustered her courage and, as one of the Eight Immortals of Heavenly Star, drove away the Qiluo Palace cultivators outside, stepping into Yi Chen's… room.

In an attempt to bolster her resolve, she had stripped off the Jeweled Robe she was wearing as soon as she entered…

Faced with such behavior, the Great Qin State Master Yi Chengzi was understandably shocked. After inquiring about her intentions, he hurriedly draped the Jeweled Robe back over her shoulders,

and comforted her, saying that the dead are gone, and the living must move forward. He, Yi Chengzi, though charming, was by no means lecherous, and she should refrain from actions against her convictions, as they would surely bring endless regret.

"You've fallen into a delusion," he told her.

"Your deceased parents surely wouldn't want you to seek vengeance in such a manner."

Taoist lessons of morality—Yi Chen's advice last night was undoubtedly heartfelt!

While the scenario seemed as though Yi Chen was posturing deliberately, if He Xian had truly sought "advancement," then, as part of a trade, Yi Chen certainly wouldn't have held back out of decorum—but would have done what was necessary!