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

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Following the narrow sheep trail down the mountain ridge, Yi Chen ran hastily, once again experiencing the sensation of being hot on the trail of catching shrimp. Little Miao clutched tightly onto Yi Chen's collar, with a face full of excited eagerness to go faster.

"Miao Zi, when the hell can you grow up faster and carry your dad around? Are those crappy wings just for show? Why don't you flutter them a bit?"

Yi Chen complained speechlessly.

It's numbing, absolutely numbing.

Little Miao pretended not to understand, meowing once and rubbing its small face against Yi Chen's cheek, displaying an utmost flattering color.

Before long, Yi Chen arrived at a hollow on the mountain not far from Yao Guandu.

A few hundred meters behind him was the surging river of Wujiang, rolling forward.

Under the sunset's glow, it possessed a romantic aura.

"The rolling Wujiang, all its water, oh how the waves have washed away the heroes~"

Turning his head to watch the tumultuous Wujiang river, Yi Chen couldn't help but feel poetic and began to chant, while Little Miao meowed in supplication, flattering all the way.

Just as Yi Chen was prepared to stride toward Yao Guandu, suddenly he felt a premonition at his brow, and a torrent of malice came crashing toward him like a landslide and a tsunami.

"Damn it, Miao Zi, your mom's gone."

"There's a problem with this town," came Yi Chen's voice, both shocked and angry.

Suddenly, an intense fog burst out from the center of the ancient town named Yao Guandu, spreading rapidly in all directions at a speed that Yi Chen couldn't react to.

Although Yi Chen reacted very quickly and started to run, he was still instantly caught up by the fog halfway up the mountain. The fog covered the sky and blotted out the sun, enveloping the entire mountain hollow like an enormous mushroom.

For a moment, Yi Chen and Little Miao were staring at each other, utterly at a loss.

The little creature still tried to charm its way through, but then it got a slap on the head from Yi Chen.

"Oh, my disobedient child," Yi Chen exclaimed in heartfelt pain.

This fog, whatever it was, had an extremely strong suppressing effect on spiritual perception. Yi Chen tried to use his inner vision to probe, but he couldn't even release it.

This was the first time he had encountered such a situation.

"We're in trouble now," Yi Chen frowned, gave Little Miao's neck fur another gentle pat, then lifted and placed it on his shoulder, muttering to himself.

"Dad, what should we do now?" Little Miao seemed to know it had done something wrong, meowing with its head down and eyes drooping.

"What to do? Do you really think we're pushovers?"

"Miao Zi, don't be scared. Dad still has plenty of tricks up his sleeve, and if worse comes to worst, dad can still fly."

"Let me first try to gauge what this damned thing is made of."

A sinister smile couldn't help but appear on Yi Chen's face at this time.

Where did this mongrel come from, daring to touch a Daoist's porcelain.

He sent a deep azure surge of energy towards the fog in a strike, but it was utterly useless; the fog did not move an inch nor disperse.

"It's got some substance."

"Gotta skedaddle."

With one foot planted firmly, Yi Chen took off into the sky with Little Miao.

However, after flying for a while, the fog overhead was like an endless maze, completely impossible to escape.

At that moment, Yi Chen's expression turned cold, and he slowly landed back on the ground, looking toward the distant ancient town with his pupils slightly constricted.

This was no longer just any old town; it required the addition of Deep Red Points!

If he wasn't mistaken, such a bizarre occurrence, aside from a few super formations capable of this extent, could only be the result of the blood-red meteor.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Suddenly, Yi Chen immediately thought of the Yang Family Fortress.

He thought of the pitiable girl named Yang Yuyan.

If there was a choice, he really didn't want to get involved in such a bizarre event again.

Although his current strength, compared to when he was at Yang Family Fortress, was as different as heaven and earth, this ancient town called Yao Guandu seemed much fiercer than Yang Family Fortress.

This eerie fog was absolutely unheard of.

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"Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique, grant me a breakthrough!" Yi Chen shouted in his heart, ready to take a chance on upgrading his Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique.

He admitted there was an element of gambling to it, but if Chen Daocaizi could turn twenty yuan into thirty-seven million, why shouldn't Yi Chengzi gamble on the next realm of the Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique to enhance the power of his mind's eye reflection?

It wasn't impossible for a new mystical ability to dispel illusions and charm to emerge either.

A minute later, Yi Chen entered the ancient town of Yaoguandu with a dark expression.

A line of tiny characters appeared on his retina.

[Cultivation Technique: Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique Level Five (Traits: Hawk Eye, Night Vision, Yin Qi Detection, Mind's Eye Reflection lv1, Malicious Intent Detection lv1, Soul Annihilation lv1.)]

Soul Annihilation is essentially an ability where one can actively induce and shoot a transparent ray from one's eyes to attack the soul of a person.

The effect sounded intimidating, yet Yi Chen found that, considering the enemies he was currently facing, it was not entirely useless, but rather, utterly useless…

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A technique worth a hundred Deep Red Points, indeed, held no quality goods.

However, the next level of the Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique seemed promising, requiring five hundred Deep Red Points to break through.

"If you won't let this Daoist leave, then this Daoist will stay and play with you."

"I'm just afraid you're the one who can't afford to play, brat!"

Unable to fly away or place the right bet on an upgrade.

Yi Taoist, with a glower, took a step out, passed the archway, and entered the ancient town.

As soon as he entered, Yi Chen's brows furrowed tightly.

Inside the ancient town, a gloomy and chilly atmosphere pervaded, and there were hardly a few people on the streets. It seemed that upon an outsider's arrival, windows of several houses around were pushed open just a crack, revealing behind them one spectral face after another, displaying numbness or a schadenfreude sneer.

All these people shared one thing in common: their eyes were as red as rabbits', looking as if they hadn't closed for days on end, their expressions filled with desperation and hints of madness, as if their sanity was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Just when Yi Chen was about to approach to gather some information, those people slammed their windows shut in a panic as soon as they saw him, apparently quite fearful of him.

Only an old man with white hair tremulously opened his door and with regret said to him, "Little Daoist, you outsiders have bad luck, stumbling into our Yaoguandu at this time. Remember, you mustn't sleep, absolutely mustn't sleep."

"Otherwise, the old chief will kill you."

"Remember, sleeping means death, not sleeping at least allows you a few more days to live."

After speaking, the old man was about to close the door, but Yi Chen held it open with his hand.

He pondered for a moment and then took out a twenty-tael silver ingot and placed it in the old man's trembling hand.

"Elder, did other outsiders come before me? Where are they now?"

"And who is the old chief? Will entering dreams really lead to death?" Yi Chen asked, furrowing his brows.

Looking at the silver ingot Yi Chen handed over, the old man shook his head and scoffed.

"Daoist, no one who has entered Yaoguandu has ever come out alive. There have been outsiders who came during this period, but none have left. Among them was a highly respected cultivator, but he too was killed by the old chief."

"Silver is useless in Yaoguandu, Daoist. You might as well do whatever you please."

"If the Daoist wishes to find those outsiders, just go to the center of town. There is a large house with a small stone lion at the door; that's Guan Daniu's home. His family is all dead, and now the outsiders are staying there."

After speaking, the old man pushed the silver back and firmly closed the door.

This time Yi Chen did not stop him.

In this strange town, most people were already on the verge of collapse, those who survived were like the walking dead, all with a tendency for self-destruction.

"An evil spirit called the old chief that can invade dreams?"

"Killing in dreams? Is it a curse or some other method?"

"I wonder if my Spirit-Breaking Realm's spiritual defense capabilities will hold up against it."

Yi Chen smacked his lips, then headed towards the place where the old man indicated the outsiders had gathered.

The local townspeople were too impolite and difficult to communicate with; it would be better to exchange information with the outsiders who had arrived before him.

After all, he had already obtained key information from the old man: this was a powerful evil spirit capable of entering dreams and killing, possessing the ability to create a fog that could bewilder and obstruct one's perception.