Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!
Chapter 938 - 512: Return, Yue Qingping_2

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"Hiss, Princess, here comes the humble Daoist." The Great Qin State Master immediately rubbed his hands and said.

"State Preceptor... what... what are you doing here?" Having seen this, Lin Luo was taken aback, and immediately stepped back several paces, then 'accidentally' fell onto the couch.

He knew she was pretending, and she knew he was pretending.

She was willing to go along with his acts, and he was willing to go along with hers.

This was the most beautiful posture between Daoist couples.

"Ah, Princess, you're hurt, are you okay?"

The Great Qin State Master grinned and swiftly strode over, placing a pair of soft hands in his palm.

"Get away from me!" Lin Luo tried to withdraw her hand, but to no avail.

"The injury is severe, it seems that healing is necessary first."

"Eh, what a pity that my power is still too weak, I can't heal through clothing."

"Princess, excuse my impudence!"

The Great Qin State Master frowned, but his bushy brows soon relaxed.

"The situation has come to this; it's better to remove the armor first!"

Three yards of soft red spring night curtains, sultry eyes like silk casting intertwined shadows.

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By the evening of the next day.

They were not far from Falling Dragon Mountain.

The spirit-refreshed Great Qin State Master walked hand in hand with a girl wearing purple silk stockings, stepping towards the bow of the dragon boat.

Don't ask why Deputy Director Lin Luo was wearing white previously and now it's turned to purple, nor ask the Taoist Priest this question - this question should be for Xu Song.

It's all his fault.

"My Lord, why did you refuse Father King's offer to become the Holy Master of our Great Qin?"

Leisurely walking to a round table with golden chairs and sitting down, Lin Luo, with a lazy aura seeping from her bones, held a cup of fragrant tea and sipped it gently.

"Hehe, so you're now turning your elbow out?" After a tease, Yi Chen opened his arms with a smile, facing the Heavenly Wind with his back against Lin Luo, transmitting his voice,

"Whether it's State Preceptor or Holy Master, they are all illusions."

"If there's no strength, what's the use of ascending to the position of Qin's Holy Master?"

"If one has that strength, what does it matter if one isn't Qin's Holy Master?"

"Madam is always wise; how come you're bewildered today?"

At this point, Yi Chen turned around and smiled, "One thing, the benefits are too small, but it might add something uncomfortable between me and His Majesty; I, Yi Chengzi, will not take it."

"Let everything stay as it was."

"Just like a solitary rabbit, looking around in fear."

"Clothes can be replaced, but people can't!"

"Princess, your injury is not fully healed yet, how about visiting my Falling Dragon Mountain and catching up on old times?"

At this moment, an imposing range of mountains suddenly appeared in the sky; they were almost at Falling Dragon Mountain.

"The State Preceptor should go back by himself. Although clothes can be replaced and people change, the State Preceptor has more than just Lin Luo as his old friends." The purple-haired girl suddenly sat upright, stretched a lazy yawn, and with a coquettish laugh, she pulled her hand away from Yi Chen who had flashed beside her.

Seeing her mind was made up, Yi Chen gave up.

After greeting Ying Si, Yi Chen landed on Falling Dragon Mountain with two Mountain Lords, one big and one small.

At this moment, having received the news and waiting for some time, Miao Zi spread its fleshy wings behind it, and with thunder flashing, it quickly approached Yi Chen.

Just as it was about to pounce on Yi Chen's shoulder, it suddenly saw a white Mountain Lord behind him and was so frightened that it wanted to turn and run.

"What happened? How did that Mountain Lord get brought back by Dad?"

"And that little guy next to him, why does he give me, Lord Miao Zi, a very familiar feeling, as if..." Two huge question marks lingered in Miao Zi's heart, unable to dissipate.

But it didn't want to think in that direction.

Too terrifying, how could that be possible.

"Want to run? Too late! Miao Zi, clean up your own mess!"

"Congratulations, Miao Zi, you're going to be a dad, happy?"

Yi Chen exerted a great pull with his hand, and instantly a powerful suction force emerged, dragging the smoothly cornering Miao Zi straight back.

Only the deep claw marks on the long green rock, four on each side, highlighted the owner's intense despair.

Miao Zi couldn't figure it out! No!

At that moment, the fallen 'Pirate Tiger' sniffed its nose, as if it had found something, immediately stuck out its pink tongue and began to run towards Miao Zi with a happy gait like a returning tiger.

'Roar!' A roar full of milk flavor came from the Pirate Tiger's mouth.

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Running halfway, perhaps too excited, Pirate Tiger actually tripped and fell head over heels...

Seeing this, Miao Zi's eyes widened in disbelief, seemingly astonished by the stupidity of this ugly little hatchet head.

"It's impossible, absolutely impossible! Dad, this must be a mistake!"

"How could such an intelligent child have such a foolish Blood Descendant."

"With my astonishing wisdom..."

A telepathic message suddenly echoed in Yi Chen's mind, causing Yi Chen to burst into laughter.

This is hilarious, Miao Zi doesn't understand the theory of regression to the mean.

Look at His Majesty and Yue Ji, didn't they also produce a great son?

Recalling the time when Lady Yue Ji sent him to call Dad, and this silly child ran over, knelt before him, and respectfully called out 'Dad', it scared him out of his wits. Pirate Tiger's performance is already quite good.

At this moment, Miao Zi closed his eyes in despair.

And then, at this time, a pair of soft and fluffy paws hugged Miao Zi's forelimbs, and a strange sensation suddenly surged into Miao Zi's heart.

It opened its eyes abruptly, looking at the little one in front, and an intense feeling of blood connection rose in its heart.

For some reason, it felt less resistant, even a bit joyful, although it was reluctant to admit it, but that was indeed the fact.

Hesitating for a moment, Miao Zi stuck out its tongue and gave Pirate Tiger a lick, then picked it up in its mouth and put it on its back, then drooped its head and came to the white Mountain Lord and started whispering.

Looking at Yi Chen's barely suppressed smirking corners, Miao Zi felt indignant, and suddenly another telepathic message rang through Yi Chen's heart.

"Dad, stop laughing!"

"If the wisdom of this world were one stone, you'd take eight dou, I'd take one dou, and the rest of the world would share the last dou."

"If you ever have a little baby in the future..."

While laughing, Yi Chen's smile stiffened and was stuck on his face.

Not to mention the second half of the statement, Yi Chen fully affirmed the first half from Miao Zi.

"Miao Zi, you're quite bold now!"

"I think you're just itchy for a beating!"

Crack crack.

The sound of knuckles cracking as hands were clenched together.

Upon Falling Dragon Mountain, a formidable Taoist, Xiong Kui, walked ferociously toward Miao Zi, scaring the misstep-speaking Miao Zi into a continuous retreat.

At this moment, just as Qing Feng, Ming Yue, and Qing Yunzi came out of the Daoist Palace after hearing the commotion outside. Accompanied by bursts of excited 'Big Senior Brother, Big Senior Brother' calls, Pirate Tiger's mewling, Miao Zi's pleas for mercy, and Qing Yunzi's laughter, the scene suddenly became a mess.

After making a fuss for a while, the two little ones seemed to remember something and began to speak as if in a relay race.

Qing Feng: "Big Senior Brother, that very pretty Shui Lingyue sister left, she was picked up by a very pretty nun riding a mountain just a few hours before you returned."

Ming Yue: "Sister Shui Lingyue asked me to give this to you."

Suddenly, Yi Chen was startled, and another bolt from the blue struck his heart.

He immediately took over the letter and purse from Ming Yue's hand.

Unfolding the letter, Yi Chen's face instantly darkened.

"Yue Qingping, I curse your mother! 凸(艹皿艹)!"

Before, Yi Chen felt that the punch he hit Yue Qingping with was a bit too harsh, but now he didn't think so anymore.

Before intercepting Asna, Yue Qingping had placed Shui Lingyue in Falling Dragon Mountain for a temporary stay.

Yi Chen never imagined that in the time it took for him to ride the Golden Garden Dragon Boat, his home would be burgled.

Yue Qingping, so malicious! Such a grudge-holding person, waiting for him here!

"Damn it, Qingping True Monarch, if you dare to spar with this poor Taoist again in the future, I'll beat your chest flat." Putting away the letter, the image of a peerless Female Crown surfaced in Yi Chen's mind, and rage arose from his heart.

If it weren't for the fact that Master had altered the Daoist Skill of Mount Qingping, and Yue Qingping was a top-notch figure of the times, he would have considered 'rescuing' Master.

Thinking of a certain future scenario, Yi Chen gave up on that idea.

Without long-term concerns, there must be immediate worries.

Whether it's Zhen Ruan or Master, their Cultivation is too weak.

If in the future there really are changes in the situation, with their meager Cultivation, they would hardly be able to withstand the tremendous pressure in the space channels while trying to escape.

In case of a combat encounter, if Yi Chen is slightly distracted and doesn't take care of them, the only outcome for them would be torn to pieces by the massive spatial pressure, barely brushing past death, touching and shattering.

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When the wind resembled the sound of a xiao, and the water turned swiftly, the momentum rose from deep valleys abruptly.

Fine and dense rain, obscured by dark clouds, surged through the sky for thousands of miles.

Under the watchful eyes of the masses, Mount Qingping of the premier Divine Mountain in Central Continent began to come and go from Qing Ming.

One person stood at the peak, his smile unrestrained.