Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!
Chapter 937 - 512: Return, Yue Qingping

Beneath the vast sky,

Although the catastrophe of Bo Xun has passed, Yi Chen, surveying from high above, sees that the earth is still a ravaged landscape of scars, its previously lush greenery nowhere in sight, replaced by a barren yellow and broken terrain.

In just these few hours, countless members of the Human Race have perished in this disaster.

Even with Yi Chen's timely intervention, pulling back from the brink, the tragedy of the Human Realm would have been tenfold, a hundredfold worse.

Such is the fate of ordinary people, drifting with the tide, ever awaiting the pity of fate.

Above in the high heavens, as the Great Qin State Preceptor, who has newly acquired one billion and fifty million Deep Red Points, looks upon the desolate scene below, where no chickens crow for miles and white bones are exposed, he can't help but sigh deeply, a sense of sorrow for his kind instantly overwhelming him, even diminishing the joy of his gains.

In fact, Yi Chen very much agrees with one thing Asna said.

Wolves do not pity sheep; they only wish to tear open their pristine flesh and swallow their fresh blood.

"Therefore, I must become stronger, so strong that no one dares overlook my will."

"Neither Bo Xun nor Asna can."

Clearing the chaotic thoughts from his mind, Yi Chen's eyes became more resolute, knowing he must focus on leveling up and boosting his combat strength.

Of course, he will not mention dominating the cosmic server, as that would make him Yi Chengzi seem too arrogant.

Instead, he sets a smaller goal, simply ensuring no jackals dare disturb Yi Chengzi's place or provoke him.

To those who dare not give Yi Chengzi face, he, World-Shaking Pure Yang, will claim their heads.

In a few leaps, he soon sees Ying Si's figure from a distance.

"State Preceptor, I have already arranged for people to take care of the relief efforts in the Town Mountain City region. We owe much to the State Preceptor for this battle; otherwise, our Human Realm would have been in grave danger," says Ying Si, straightening his robes and bowing to Yi Chen with a sincere tone of gratitude.

"This bow is on behalf of all citizens of the Human Realm; I implore the State Preceptor not to decline."

No one knows the feelings in Ying Si's heart at this moment.

Both Asna and Bo Xun, as foreign predators, have strength far beyond his imagination.

Compared to these foreign predators, everything else is but a minor ailment.

Yi Chen thought for a moment, then turned aside to accept half of Ying Si's bow.

Although Yi Chengzi's motive for the deadly battle with Asna and Bo Xun was not to save the world, he indeed helped the Human Realm survive this crisis; accepting half the bow was fitting.

He then proclaimed loudly, "What is Your Majesty speaking of? All heretical powers are seeds of calamity that taint the world; I, Yi Chengzi, have never had any reason to negotiate with such things!"

"Once they fall into my hands, I, Yi Chengzi, have only one action! Slay!"

At the word 'Slay,' a sudden chill pervaded the heavens and earth, and the bleak autumn wind rose again. Everyone felt a shudder running down their spines.

Though they could feel that Yi Chen's killing intent was not aimed at them, they still experienced an uncontrollable tremor deep in their veins, akin to a rabbit standing before a fierce tiger.

"Thankfully, such power rests in the hands of the State Preceptor!"

"If such power were in the hands of some madman, who knows what the Human Realm would become."

Ying Si grew more introspective, recalling Asna's blatant attempts to win Yi Chen over.

"State Preceptor, such wisdom!"

Just then, high above in the sky, a purple-haired woman in white silk stockings, none other than Lin Luo, was swiftly moving in their direction.

"Greetings to Father King!"

Lin Luo bowed to Ying Si, but her beautiful eyes lingered on Yi Chen.

"Alright, Deputy Director Lin Luo, have you brought the Golden Garden Dragon Boat?" Ying Si asked with a smile.

The Golden Garden Dragon Boat was a majestic Flying Boat used for the Emperor of Great Qin's travels, a symbol of law and grandeur. Unbeknownst to all, Ying Si had secretly ordered Lin Luo to bring this treasure.

"Of course."

With a flick of the purple-haired girl's sleeves, a dazzling golden Flying Boat, about two kilometers long, appeared in the sky.

Ying Si always favored the grand and the gold, though it seemed tacky to others.

Luckily, Yi Chen shares the sentiment.

He too favors gold and grandness.

"State Preceptor, please join me. Today I shall personally pilot the boat for the State Preceptor," says Ying Si, inviting with a gesture.

"Ah… But that wouldn't be appropriate, Your Majesty knows me; I have always been indifferent to fame and fortune."

Yi Chen was genuinely curious about the Dragon Boat but feigned difficulty.

"State Preceptor, there's no need for modesty. My intention for this is not just for show."

"Only with the State Preceptor joining me on the Golden Garden Dragon Boat can we demonstrate Great Qin's martial prowess, lift the spirit of the people across the land, and further display the unbreakable bond between Great Qin and the State Preceptor."

The Emperor of Great Qin was too persuasive, the Great Qin State Master could not refuse.

Before the watching eyes of the assembly, the Taoist suddenly drew Lin Luo close to him, dropping the pretense: "Since that's the case, Your Majesty, let's not hold back. It would be best to trouble Marshal Wang Jian and General Wang Zhong to pilot for us instead."

"Well then… that shall be acceptable." Ying Si's eyes flickered with approval and he consented immediately.

At night, under a sky full of dark clouds.

A huge golden Dragon Boat glides through the thick night, speeding towards Sea Dragon City.

The Flying Speed of the Golden Garden Dragon Boat may not match the swiftness of Yi Chen or Ying Si's flight, but it boasts spacious and stable accommodations, fully equipped.

Now, after concluding the day's celebration feast,

The door to Deputy Director Lin Luo's quarters on the Dragon Boat opens just a crack.

A gentle breeze brushes by, and the imposing figure of a Taoist suddenly appears within the Bronze Mirror in the room.