Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 866 - 485 Yuan Jun’s Night Talk, Slaying the Dragon, Astonishing Deep Red Points (Part 1)

866: Chapter 485: Yuan Jun’s Night Talk, Slaying the Dragon, Astonishing Deep Red Points (Part 1)

866: Chapter 485: Yuan Jun’s Night Talk, Slaying the Dragon, Astonishing Deep Red Points (Part 1)

“Challenging the Old Demon Dragon was a well-considered decision for Yi Chen.”

“He had never thought to rely on trivial tricks from the ‘Chronicle of the Years’ to achieve victory.

Such actions were merely meant to delay the inevitable submission of the Southern Pole Demon Nation and the Beiji Demon Nation.”

“As for the challenge, wasn’t it merely to prevent the two great Demon Nations from suffering a disastrous war, which would hinder the noble operations of Holy Venerable Jia Loulan?”

“Next time the Deep Red Points breakthrough is needed, a full billion is required, and Yi Chengzi must economize.”

“After all, for Shen Hong, breaking through was all that mattered, but Yi Chengzi had much more to consider.”

“Alright, in Gyalou’s actions, it is either a great success or a great failure—there has never been a second option.”

“Before the battle begins, I will make an agreement with the Old Demon Dragon—if I fall, the Demon Righteous Religion Country will be perfectly preserved and taken over by the Eastern Demon Kingdom as compensation.” Yi Chen stood up, his gaze roving over the Horde of Demons, his voice suddenly deepened,

“As compensation, the Eastern Demon Kingdom must spare all of you.”

“This is the last gift I offer you.”

Winning people over is something that, no matter when and where, must be done if possible; it’s part of an actor’s self-cultivation.

Without waiting for the demons to speak, the great Holy Venerable Jia Loulan immediately swept away, the evening light casting a golden halo behind him, endowing his imposing, oppressive figure with a layer of divinity called ‘greatness.’

At that moment, loyal ministers of the Demon Righteous Religion Country simultaneously knelt with a thunderous crash, crying out in unison, ‘Farewell to Saint Jia Loulan.’

Even in the Great Hall, the old fox Ma Zouri’s face showed a flash of surprise and emotion.

The longer he was with Yi Chen, the less he understood the Holy Venerable.

…

…

That night, a cool breeze felt alive, and the autumn moon seemed boundless.

“Xiao Lang, you’re crazy, you can’t be serious.

I heard from a maid that you’re planning to risk your life in a deadly duel with that Old Demon Dragon for the sake of these Demonkin.”

Yuan Jun, fresh from a bath, clutched a plain towel around her pinkish hair formed into a large bun, rushing over worriedly.

Seeing this, Yi Chen felt a heaviness in his heart.

“Of course, whether these Demonkin are sincere or not, judging by actions not intentions, if I die in battle, finding a way for these Demonkin to survive is only right.”

Yi Chen looked up at the sky, his expression turning rather tragic.

Seeing this, Yuan Jun immediately reassured herself.

“Tell me, what mischievous plan are you concocting now?”

She patted Yi Chen’s shoulder, a sly smile emerging on her Peach Blossom Mask as she then leaned back against the railing.

With a flick of her hand, the towel wrapped around her hair spun into her hand, smoother than silk by a hundredfold.

The girl, sitting backward on the railing, let the natural breeze gently sway her hair as her feet kicked back and forth.

“Yuan Jun, my heart and actions are as clear as a bright mirror…”

Her kicking feet suddenly stilled, and her eyes, deep as lakes, fixed intently on Yi Chen’s face.

After a standoff that lasted five breaths,

“Alright, Yuan Jun, I’ve found a way back to the Human Realm,” confessed Yi Chen, shrugging helplessly and raising his fists, which were larger than clay pots, “do you understand what I mean?”

“What?

What does this have to do with your fight against the Old Demon Dragon?” Yuan Jun looked baffled, and suddenly three black lines appeared on her Peach Blossom Mask, “And how do you plan to return?”

“It’s simple, just go back the way we came, just break through the barriers between realms.”

“After reaching the Ultimate Sublimation, I feel,” Yi Chen turned, leaning against the railing and smiling slowly,

“Yuan Jun, I feel that now, I can do it.”

“In that case, you can hold off; with Yuan Jun’s astonishing wisdom, within ten or a hundred years, we both could return to the Demon Realm and then kill that offending Old Demon Dragon.

How does that sound?

That would definitely be safer.”

Under the night sky, Yuan Jun’s eyes shone like stars.

Yi Chen: “…That doesn’t sound great, I’m afraid you’ll steal my prey.”

…

…

Half an hour later, the fragrant breeze disappeared into the night sky, and Yi Chen looked at the small ‘Primordial Star Divine Lantern’ in his hand, his face also couldn’t help but show some emotion.

According to Yuan Jun, this youth version of the Primordial Star Divine Lantern, as long as it wasn’t for inter-realm transmission, was extremely fast and was the Heavenly Master’s third proudest masterpiece.

“No one knew how to flee better than the Heavenly Master.”

As he fondled the miniature Primordial Star Divine Lantern, Yi Chen was filled with emotions, acknowledging the abundance of talent in Freewill Heaven.

With such gifts, the Heavenly Master would surely have been a genius in the realm of science and technology in his previous life.

Not only did he create the Star Disc and perfect Freewill Heaven, but he also came up with the Primordial Star Divine Lantern, capable of crossing realms—an unparalleled ruthless feat.

“Genius~”

“But this poor daoist does not need this, relying on external things is not what the strong do,” Yi Chen considered his own incredibly muscular form.

Twin streams of white breath shot towards the night sky, lingering for a long time,

“Hmph, when others encounter this poor daoist, it should be they who run.”

Under the night sky, a figure wearing a grand Peach Blossom Mask was swiftly carrying a white-wrapped object across the horizon.

The scenery on the ground rapidly receded like a fleeting glimmer.

If not for Yi Chen’s concern that his Ultimate Sublimation strike, which was too shocking, had made the Old Demon Dragon cautious, he would have already sent Yuan Jun back to the Human Realm.

But a little delay was no big deal.

“Punching through realm barriers with a single fist, Xiao Lang…

a hundred years…

the wager…

damn it, Xiao Lang better not have made any indecent requests to Yuan Jun.”

“Pah, how can Yuan Jun lose, I still have the Eight Great Secret Treasures to retrieve.”

—

“Speaking of which, how can Yuan Jun be so confident that a hundred years later she won’t be inferior to me today?

Strange.”

“Maybe she’s got some tricks up her sleeve…”

“Never mind, even if Yuan Jun is cheating, her tricks are nothing compared to this poor daoist~”

In the same Demon Realm, different people happened to stop and ponder; Yi Chen looked at the miniature Primordial Star Divine Lantern in his hand, licked his lips, and despite his verbal reservations, he put it inside the storage ring.

Whoosh~

His figure flashed, and the form of the Holy Venerable disappeared from the spot.

The slowly fading figure at that spot showed a smiling face, an expression mysterious, not knowing what delightful thoughts he had at that moment.

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…

Two days later, in Dragon Wolf Valley, flags were as numerous as clouds and Demon Generals as plentiful as rain.

Countless Demonkin masters were arrayed on both sides, their eyes keen, seemingly all anticipating something.

“Gyalou, although your mouth is foul, I must admit, your boldness far surpasses the other two Demon Lords.

Knowing that I have broken through my Demon Skill, you still dare to fight to the death with me.”

“I’ll give you one chance to surrender to me since your Cultivation wasn’t easy to come by.”

“People always say that I absolutely cannot tolerate you, Gyalou, but that’s because they don’t understand me, the great Eastern Extreme Demon Emperor; you wouldn’t understand the horrors of the Fifth Realm either.”

“You are a true genius; I really don’t want to kill you.”

Today, the elites of the Eastern Demon Kingdom gathered here, with the Horde of Demons divided into two.

The Old Demon Dragon, dressed in an imperial robe, swiftly moved and appeared above Dragon Wolf Valley.

Today, it was confident and dignified, intending to persuade Yi Chen to surrender.

“To serve or not to serve, give me a straightforward answer, Gyalou.”

The Old Demon Dragon looked into the distance, a hint of conceit crossing his face.

“Are you so eager to seek death, Old Demon Dragon~”

On the side of the Demon Righteous Religion Country, the Horde of Demons also split, revealing a figure with a wildly smiling face—broad and domineering~

He stomped his foot.

Boom~

The ground shook, and the figure of the Holy Venerable Jia Loulan shot toward the sky like a cannonball, directly tracing a broad cloud path high above.

“To think you’re still spreading rumors about my bad breath in front of the crowd~”

“What, Old Demon Dragon, did your father start planting loquat trees when you were born?”

“Enough talk, take my fist first~”

After a series of verbal jabs regarding the Old Demon Dragon’s mother, under the Demon Sun State and in My Way Domain, Holy Venerable Jia Loulan exerted his Masculine Power and immediately threw a punch directly at the Old Demon Dragon, intending to test his mettle.