Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!
Chapter 1063 - 565 Night Assassination, Action, True Person Realm, Strike First!_2

"It's good that you understand now; if you don't, let someone who does understand handle it!"

When Young Master Li lifted his head, his father's figure had already disappeared, a breeze blowing through, only then did he discover his back was damp.

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"There are indeed many clever people in the world, all thinking of passing the risk to others and keeping the benefits for themselves."

"Unfortunately, while you are clever, you are not clever enough."

"You only see Yang City and your own small plot of land, yet you are oblivious that sometimes under great upheavals, once the wind outside blows, you will shatter."

After scoring twice, Yi Chen once again performed a hat trick, quietly leaving from the back door of the Qian Family.

Dealing in finance is a highly specialized and individualized affair, it cannot be one-size-fits-all like Coca-Cola; first, one must clearly define the user profile, then target the audience with a suitable strategy.

As proven, Yi Chen's edge has not dulled!

His plan appears risky, yet the grasp of it is not low.

Whether it's the three big families or the county official, they all harbored secretive intentions, impossible to sincerely cooperate; the delay in their information exchange is precisely the psychological expectation Yi Chen set for them, no more no less, just three days.

Any less time and Yi Chengzi would be too risky without a buffer.

Any more time and he feared that these three families might overthink and impatiently seek out other families to investigate, risking exposure.

Based on Yi Chen's experience in harvesting crops, this time difference was just about right, and with an unfounded claim of a True Person Realm master's support, these major families would exhibit sufficient patience over three days.

Moreover, now that the money was in Yi Chengzi's hands, what could he fear even if they deployed an excavator to come and bury himself?

Should they turn hostile, Yi Chen did not believe such a trifling Yang City held any master that could detain him; he simply did not wish to attract too much attention before his own powers had sufficiently matured, avoiding being hunted by the masters of Great Qian.

Feeling the bulging purse within his fold, Yi Chen's heart was filled with joy.

He quietly reached his large hand inside the fold.

"Astonishing Wisdom, activate!"

Accompanied by a warm flow inexplicably emerging, Yi Chen knew that his Pure Yang Lianji True Method had already stepped into the Eighth Layer, comparable to a True Person Realm cultivator.

Almost instantaneously, Yi Chen adapted to the surge in strength, for he had been far stronger than this before; it was merely nothing to him.

"Peng Jiao, little grey, Daoist didn't deceive you, right? We have money now."

"Come on, Daoist will take you to have some good food."

In the depths of his Sea of Consciousness, a grey Primordial Spirit looked on dumbfounded at Yi Chen's series of silky smooth operations, so shocked he couldn't compose himself, not even protesting when Yi Chen called him little grey.

"Master, how did you manage to do this?" Master Peng Jiao immediately asked unabashedly.

"There's no secret, only familiarity."

"Let's thoroughly enjoy ourselves first, the best is yet to come." Yi Chen grinned, a fierce expression fleetingly crossing his face.

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Flower Pavilion is a renowned golden den within Yang City.

As Yang City's largest hub for human connections, Flower Pavilion dedicated itself to providing meticulous humanitarian care to the city's officials, elite of the Martial World, and passing merchants.

This includes but is not limited to poetry and songs, philosophy of life, import-export trade…

With flowers, wine will be poured.

Without flowers, there will be no ascent to the pavilion.

All actions originate from the heart.

A foot bath solves a thousand worries.

At this emotional moment, under clear skies, on this day without troubles, like a minor Immortal, having money, the Great Qin State Preceptor, in order to paralyze the hidden jackals and reward the Three Corpse Primordial Spirits aware of the greater picture, immediately strode toward Flower Pavilion.

Ten, he specifically called for ten beautiful attendants, indulging in retaliatory consumption, extremely bold!

With wine, he drank; when the wine was gone, he groped; suddenly causing the two beautiful attendants by his side to repeatedly coo:

"Young Master Yi, the silk stockings Zhu'er just bought are pilling, stop touching, have another drink instead."

Such a reckless and dissolute demeanor immediately attracted many onlookers, further cementing his reputation as a wasteful prodigal son.

This revelry continued until dawn.

Watching several impostor merchants observing him from the dark, Yi Chen sneered inwardly, but staggered toward his mansion.

After returning to his room, the scent of alcohol on him dissipated, and he changed into his night clothes at his own accord.

Dealing with finance was Yi Chengzi's expertise in scholarly endeavors.

Now that his cultivation had partially recovered, he wanted to delve into the martial aspect.

Night.

The moon shone brightly against the sparse stars.

Yang City at night was much quieter than during the day.

The streets were silent, with occasional harsh cold winds blowing through, rustling the leaves and the roof tiles, producing eerie rustling sounds.

At this time, only a few taverns and brothels were still lit.

The residences on the main street were mostly dark.

Only a middle-aged watchman carried an old copper gong, occasionally striking it, shouting "Be cautious with fire due to the dry weather."

Yi Chen wore his night clothes, avoiding pedestrians, and darted toward his dear uncle's family.

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"What, head of the house, haven't you found out where Feng'er has gone? He hasn't shown up for a day and a night."

A rather plump and brash woman couldn't help but complain to a middle-aged man dressed as a constable, her tone full of commanding arrogance.

Looking at his wife in front of him, the arrest officer Jia, feeling irritated, couldn't help but scowl, and he said coldly:

"Feng'er not returning home overnight isn't new; who knows where he has died, I've already dispatched the constables under me to search throughout the city, and I believe we will have news by tomorrow."

"Head of the house, my heart is pounding terribly; they say there's a heartfelt connection between mother and son, I hope Feng'er hasn't met with any trouble."

"Could it be that scoundrel discovered our motives and secretly killed Feng'er? My forehead kept twitching last night, if it's true, Jia, I will never let you off," said the overly plump woman, her body swaying tumultuously, crying out loudly.

"You stupid pig, why don't you just speak louder and let everyone in Yang City know."

"Today, I had people watching that scoundrel the whole day; he's been drinking at the Flower Pavilion since early morning. My most capable one-eyed Zhang went to ask him, and he said he has never seen him."

"You should know about One-eyed Zhang's capabilities, that little waste couldn't possibly trick him, this should be true. It's just that we still don't know where Feng'er went off to."

The middle-aged constable quickly covered his wife's mouth and whispered fiercely.

"Mm~ mm~ Let go! That little rascal is messing around at the Flower Pavilion with our money; head of the house, after all, most of the money is from the County Master, we've waited so long and haven't seen anyone important from the Yi Family arrive, it looks like the Yi Family has truly fallen apart, why don't we… just do it all and put an end to it… "

The plump woman's eyes shifted, her red lips slightly parted, cunningly spitting out a vile scheme.

Just at that moment, the wind above the Jia family's residence suddenly picked up, causing the trees by the window to sway left and right.

Crack!

The violent wind abruptly blew open the door of the house.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed past like a ghost.

"Ah!"

After a scream, the house fell into silence again.

The next day.

It was as if a huge stone had been dropped in the peaceful Yang City, stirring up a great commotion, and a piece of news began to spread wildly in the tranquility of the small city.

"Someone died, another family massacre."

"The Jia family's constable and his family are all dead, not even the chickens were spared, their bodies twisted into pretzels, and Jia's constable even had his head stuffed into his rear end."

"This kind of death is definitely not the work of ordinary strongmen, it must be a haunting, surely there are some sinister spirits hiding in Yang City."

Meanwhile, in a noodle shop, Yi Chen slurped his noodles, listening to the numerous private conversations of the patrons around him, and inadvertently brushed his chest with his large hand. Under his clothes, a black mark continued to grow bigger.

At this moment, he couldn't help but reveal a cold smile in his heart.

Last night's deed was naturally his doing, his intention was not only to make money but also to draw the cultivators from Qian Country here.

If he didn't stir up the waters, was he supposed to let his Yi Chengzi confront the forces that annihilated his Yi Family head-on?

Now he'll see how the Great Qian court acts, while also testing their mettle.

Now that Yi Chengzi was uncovering the lid, as long as the professionals of Great Qian were not idiots, they would naturally link the two cases of the Yi Family and Jia Family together.

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