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

Behind the Mountain Lord, there followed eleven ghosts, their bodies covered with corpse spots, including men, women, old and young alike. Leading them was a pregnant ghost, whose aura was not much less intimidating than that of Lin Baihu.

Seeing the appearance of the Mountain Lord, Little Miao couldn't help but let out a low growl.

However, its growl, compared to the massive presence of the Mountain Lord, was undoubtedly like the light of a firefly trying to compete with the bright moon.

Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen's heart was filled with ecstatic joy for a moment.

The moment he first saw the scholar in the ruined temple, he realized it was a ghost under thrall.

The bigger one was yet to come.

Indeed, heaven rewards the diligent, and finally, his wait was over.

It was even a big cat that came into the temple with offerings.

Buy one, get twelve.

This wasn't a Mountain Lord, this was a living Buddha.

"Ah, it's actually the Black Wind Mountain Lord, now we're doomed," the girl in the red dress instantly snapped out of the joy from Yi Chen letting her go, and her head turned towards a new despair.

In the sudden turn of events, although Li Qingyang was visibly terrified, he still drew his long sword to protect his junior sister behind him, earning him another look from Yi Chen.

True to the saying, you can't tell if a person has integrity until a crisis hits.

Yi Chen cast his gaze towards the Mountain Lord, licking his lips with an intense look in his eyes, as if admiring a peerless treasure.

Even the gigantic Mountain Lord felt a chill run down its spine under Yi Chen's stare.

"Taoist, what are you looking at?"

"Was it you who killed my ghosts under thrall?"

"Hand over that spirit beast by your side, and I can let you leave."

The gigantic tiger before them had actually refined its hyoid bone to speak human language.

It looked at Little Miao by Yi Chen's side, eyes filled with greed. It sensed a call from the source of its bloodline; by devouring Little Miao, it might advance further towards the source, stepping closer to the True Person Realm of human cultivators.

This was also the reason it dared to reveal itself.

Although the Daoist before it had a deep and inscrutable aura, Black Wind Mountain Lord was willing to take this gamble.

Others fear, I covet!

If one can't compete with lineage, then one must compete with life itself.

Stuck at its current bottleneck for nearly a hundred years, limited by its bloodline and unable to break through, how could it not seize this rare opportunity when it finally sensed the flow from a superior ancestral bloodline of its tiger demon kin?

It had to consider whether this was the only chance it would have in this life.

To revive the glory of the splendid tiger clan, Black Wind Mountain Lord felt an unavoidable duty!

This time, it had brought out all its belongings.

Once its mind was set, Black Wind Mountain Lord's black aura surged again, its momentum growing stronger.

"Taoist, tell me your decision!!!"

Black Wind Mountain Lord roared, and from its nostrils sprayed a breath that formed a white mist sword in the cold air, extending over three meters long.

Yi Chen smiled slightly and did not respond directly. His eyes showed a hint of reminiscence.

"Tiger, every time I enter the forest, I'm reminded of an 'old friend'."

"Back then, it knocked over my candied haws."

"Sadly, I still wasn't able to bring it out in one piece."

"So, you go and keep it company."

Suddenly, Yi Chen's voice rose eight octaves.

A blue sun shone on the two large eyeballs of Black Wind Mountain Lord. The tall Daoist stood hovering in the air, his robe billowing furiously, his body muscular, and slabs of muscle, like armor, covered his body.

Such a transformation startled the three onlookers, who opened their mouths in amazement.

Especially the girl in the red dress, Su Su, who couldn't help but weep with joy.

She felt that life was really full of ups and downs, truly thrilling.

Yi Chen had considered subjugating the huge Mountain Lord before him, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

First, this demonic beast was wild and untamable; the ghostly apparitions it cultivated had harmed countless people. Without a means to restrain it, it was impossible to let it remain.

Secondly, his dear eldest son was meowing incessantly by his side, fiercely urging Yi Chen to kill it so it could devour its blood and flesh to grow rapidly.

Therefore, the fate of the Mountain Lord was sealed.

"Attack!"

The huge, magnificent tiger let out a roar, urging its ghostly minions to stop Yi Chen while it turned and ran without looking back.

It admitted that there was an element of gambling in its actions, yet it was clear that it had lost the bet.

"Damn it, to think it was a True Person of the Human Realm, flawless all around."

"I'm afraid the spiritual beast accompanying this person was also specifically brought out to arouse my greed."

"Despicable humans, truly have sinister intentions."

In an instant, the Mountain Lord recalled many things. It had fought battles for hundreds of years, immersed in a sea of blood—it accepted losses as they came and acted with extreme decisiveness.

Without hesitation, it abandoned the ghostly minions it had accumulated over the years, all to delay that Daoist behind it even for just a moment.

It still had a chance.

The sight of the Mountain Lord fleeing caused Yi Chen to laugh with exasperation.

The eleven ghostly minions could not defy the Mountain Lord's will—some flung themselves at Yi Chen like moths to a flame, while others attacked the three individuals behind Yi Chen.

However, all of this was in vain.

The vast difference in strength made the ghostly minions disappear like soap bubbles under the sun.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After dealing with all the ghostly apparitions, Yi Chen's Pure Yang Inner Qi surged as he chased after the escape route of the Mountain Lord with great speed.

In the blink of an eye, he vanished from everyone's sight, leaving only the continuous roars of beasts and the trembling earth behind.

Less than the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn, Yi Chen returned to the dilapidated temple dragging a huge five-meter-long magnificent tiger corpse.

The Mountain Lord had a long, narrow cut in its abdomen, its internal organs and blood spilled everywhere.

After reigning for hundreds of years, the master of the forest within a thousand li, the Mountain Lord, met its end.

One by one, notifications appeared before Yi Chen's eyes.

[You have successfully killed Ghost 1, awarded twenty Deep Red Points.]

[You have successfully killed Ghost 2, awarded thirty Deep Red Points.]

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[You have successfully killed Ghost 12, awarded forty Deep Red Points.]

[You have successfully killed the Mountain Lord, awarded two hundred and forty Deep Red Points.]

Together with the scholar, a total of twelve ghostly apparitions contributed three hundred and sixty Deep Red Points to Yi Chen, and with the Mountain Lord's share, this journey actually yielded a full six hundred Deep Red Points.

This was the most effortless and substantial amount of Deep Red Points Yi Chen had ever earned, leaving him feeling somewhat incredulous.

"Could it be that touching the Sword Immortal's flying hair bun could change one's luck?"

Yi Chen inspected his left hand carefully, his face filled with disbelief.

On the panel, Yi Chen's accumulated Deep Red Points had now reached an impressive total of 1856.

The gap in Deep Red Points needed to reach the tenth level of True Pure Yang Skill was now halfway closed.

Seeing Yi Chen return, Little Miao excitedly rubbed against his face, then promptly burrowed into the Mountain Lord's abdomen and began to devour it voraciously.

As Little Miao feasted, its body began to glow red like breathing, growing larger. The red light grew denser, eventually forming into a blood cocoon, entwined with sinister purple patterns that twinkled under the moonlight.

Yi Chen, looking at the Mountain Lord hollowed out by Little Miao, leaving nothing but a magnificent tiger skin and skeleton, was filled with endless emotions.

"Mountain Lord, truly a great benefactor."

"Burning oneself to illuminate others."

"Incisive, correct, hit the nail on the head, doing good deeds daily…"

"One day, when my great Dao is accomplished, and I compile my travelogue, I shall certainly include a chapter on the tale of the magnificent tiger."