Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 702 - 419: State Preceptor, How Wise! The Twelve Golden Figures Behead Yongxiao! Great Qin Heavy Industry?
Great Qin, Heavenly Wind City, a hundred miles away from the city borders, military and civilians line up in formation.
A luxurious Leopard Carriage slowly approached, with Lin Luo standing atop the carriage frame, personally steering it.
Following the Leopard Carriage was a flatbed wagon, carrying a pile of tangled flesh. Amongst it, a grotesque wolf tail adorned with thick scales drew particular attention.
Loyal Leopard was at this moment huffing and puffing as it pulled the wagon, bearing the burden without complaint, running upon the earth as though treading on level ground.
"Fellow Taoist Lin Luo, this... it's not really necessary," Yi Chen said while seated in the carriage, eating Spirit Fruit, his expression relaxed, chatting idly with Lin Luo. Following behind the Leopard Carriage was the Xiongshan Army soldiers, led by Wang Zhong.
"It is necessary, Taoist Yi," Lin Luo said, with a flush of crimson on her face, turning back to smile, "With the Demonkin now invading and the situation being critical, the quick quelling of the demon chaos was all thanks to the State Preceptor's holy might, unmatched."
"His Majesty has ordered that upon our return, the grander and more high-profile, the better. Taoist, didn't you say it yourself when you reported to His Majesty earlier? As long as you have done something, don't be afraid to make it known."
"I suppose His Majesty's first deployment of the State Preceptor was with this consideration in mind, to use the State Preceptor's achievements to put pressure on the Central Continent."
The violet-haired girl, with her high EQ, quietly omitted the latter part of "As long as you have done something, don't be afraid to make it known," which was "At the necessary times, making one part seem like ten is also a skill," without mentioning it.
"Now, as the Demonkin grow rampant, we indeed need a great victory to inspire the soldiers and civilians of the Human Realm. His Majesty will certainly want to widely publicize this victorious campaign of the State Preceptor. I suppose Sea Dragon City is already decked in lanterns and streamers, bustling with excitement by now."
"Eh, I've always been indifferent to fame and fortune, but since it's for inspiring the people, then I shall have to put on a bit of a show... I really can't with you all," the Taoist said, picking up a peach-shaped Spirit Fruit. His gaze stealthily glanced at the violet-haired girl's pert bottom perched on the wagon frame, and he bit off a large chunk of the Spirit Fruit, sighing aloud.
Soon after, the State Preceptor of Great Qin began to communicate silently with the violet-haired girl, some unknown jokes bringing out silvery laughter from the girl on the carriage frame from time to time.
After about half an hour, the speed of the convoy suddenly slowed down, and cries of excitement reached Yi Chen's ears.
"It's the State Preceptor, Taoist Yi is back!"
"That's wonderful, I heard the State Preceptor annihilated all the incoming Demonkin around Qiluan Peak, which is truly heartwarming."
"My child's father, those damnable Demonkin have all been slain by the State Preceptor. You can now rest in peace down in the Yellow Springs."
The clamorous voices arose, intermittently mixed with weeping women and children, but all the voices revolved around one key word.
State Preceptor.
As the convoy slowly progressed, Yi Chen lifted the curtain and looked into the eyes filled with a mix of weathered, naive, and an amalgam of joy and sorrow, and he couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
Behind each of these gazes lay unknown tales of woe - one thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand, a million... When put on paper, they were nothing but a cold number,
but if one were there in person, feeling the stories behind each individual being, the weight of it would move even the most stony-hearted.
Yi Chen knew very well that his fundamental purpose in fighting to the death against the Demonkin was not truly for the common people, but for Deep Red Points.
Yet now, as he looked at the jubilant civilians offering him food and drink, worshiping him as their Savior, his heart inevitably felt a complex mix of emotions.
He, Yi Chengzi, had always simply worked for pay; he definitely had a conscience, but not much of one...
With a flash, Yi Chen suddenly appeared in midair, gazing at the vast crowd, and bowing to everyone:
"My respects to you all, Yi Chengzi bows in greeting."
"I am the State Preceptor of Great Qin; all my daily expenses, my Cultivation resources, depend on your offerings. Slaying Demonkin is but my duty, and truly I do not deserve such high praise from you all."
"I will advise His Majesty to compensate for the loss of property and destroyed homes caused by the demon chaos in Heavenly Wind City. Great Qin will send people to help rebuild your homes, and there will be tax reductions."
"I can assure you all that I will destroy any Heretical Powers and World-Involved Calamity Conceptions that I encounter."
"The dead are gone, and the living must go on like this; take care, everyone!"
With those words, Yi Chen soared into the sky, and all at once the elements changed. Centered on him, countless rain clouds gathered above Heavenly Wind City like attracted by a magnetic stone.
Wisps of pure and refined Pure Yang force began to emanate from the Taoist Priest's Cultivation Body, merging with the rain clouds.
"Immense True Yang, auspiciousness to the world!"
All of a sudden, with a clear incantation from the Taoist Priest, a continuous sound of Tao resonated in all directions, and continuous light rain began to fall, like gossamer threads from the sky.
Unlike ordinary cold rainwater, the droplets falling in Heavenly Wind City today felt warm to the touch on people's skin.
A little girl with a fever nestled in a woman's arms touched the ongoing rain strands; the fever quickly subsided, and her complexion regained its rosy hue.
An old man with incessant coughs touched the ongoing rain strands and a tint of color returned to his somewhat bluish old face.
A wealthy Landlord, who was hugging a beautiful woman, felt the rain and suddenly a flash of ecstatic joy appeared in his eyes, 'Wife, I am able once more.'
Hearing this, the beautiful woman also wept with joy.
This was Yi Chen's power after breaking through the twenty-first layer of True Technique; curing small ailments like headaches and fevers was truly miraculous.
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As for the Pure Yang Force contained in the rain, naturally, Yi Chengzi contributed one part, with the heavens contributing the remaining forty-nine parts.
Thank you for the leverage from above~
In the blink of an eye, countless civilians prostrated themselves like waves, while Yi Chen descended back into the carriage, lowering the curtain, not revealing himself before the people any longer.
With a crunch, he took another peach-shaped Spirit Fruit and bit off a big chunk, juice splattering.
The 'Heaven-Earth Borrowing Method' he had just used cost him quite a lot. It would take no less than two hours to recover without some rest and replenishment.
"Damn, what kind of Spirit Fruit is this, so thin-skinned and stuffed, juicy, and quite delicious."
The State Preceptor of Great Qin busied himself again, however, his eyes grew more resolute.
He, Yi Chengzi, had fought and toiled through life and death for Deep Red Points, all so that he wouldn't be a part of the prostrate crowd; he wished to take control of his own fate and become the World-Shaking Pure Yang, truly exalted above the destiny of all others!
There has never been a savior!
Or more accurately, Yi Chengzi believed in the existence of a savior, but he didn't believe he was fortunate enough to just happen to encounter one.
This, to some extent, coincided with the love notions of many people in his previous life...
Outside the carriage.
Following the Leopard Carriage, the burly Han man with a beard who was escorting the Demonkin heads saw the passionately frenzied civilians, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly raised his arm and shouted,
"Who says we are without clothes? Share my dress. The king raising his army, sharpens our spears and lances, shares our vengeance!"
"Who says we are without clothes? Share my marsh. The king raising his army, sharpens our spears and halberds, labors together!"
The main commander of the Xiongshan Army, Wang Zhong, took the lead in rallying the troops, and immediately the soldiers behind him picked up their spears and lances, striking them against their shields.
The clangor of metal resounded like a tidal wave overwhelming everything.
"Mountain! Mountain! Mountain!"
"Valiant Qin, united we face national crisis!"
Inside the carriage.
At this moment, the Great Qin State Preceptor was stroking his chin, already pondering over the next opportunity to increase the Deep Red Points.
Reviewing is a good habit~
Without windfall, a man doesn't get rich; without grazing at night, a horse doesn't get fat. Yi Chengzi made a slight move, and from the trip to Qiluan Peak alone, he had made a little over ten million Deep Red Points, which was truly overnight riches.
"It still comes down to looting!"
"Staying at Falling Dragon Mountain and accumulating virtue is not bad either, slowly and steadily, but still, it depends on looting, to exert one's initiative. Walk on two legs, that way it's faster."
"Phooey, Deep Red Points and such are not important at all. Demonkin are rampant and brutal, everything this Taoist does is for justice."
After the review, Yi Chen suddenly remembered the words the Western Extreme Demon Lord said before their great battle.
"Chosen by heaven?"
"It seemed as though the Western Extreme Demon Lord was hinting that heaven's constraint on Demonkin was exceptionally favorable compared to other races; this fiend truly possessed extraordinary strength."
Yi Chen found the meaning behind the Western Extreme Demon Lord's words quite understandable — it was like playing DNF, with the Human Realm servers only updated to level 60 while the Demon Realm servers were already at level 70.
Facing level 70 Demon Realm server accounts with a level 60 Human Realm server account certainly came with great pressure, but upon further thought, the corners of Yi Chen's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile.
"One must learn to think from another perspective~"
"Disaster is not where luck depends, and luck is not where disaster lies hidden. The stronger you are, the more masters the Demon Realm has, then doesn't it prove you have the more Deep Red Points~"
"You all are my wings~"
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Great Qin, Imperial Palace.
"State Preceptor, you are indeed capable!"
"Yue Ji, Wang Zhong sent a secret report saying that the Demonkin's peerless master used a highly extraordinary method to possess his own blood relative in an attempt to subdue the State Preceptor, only to end up being killed by the State Preceptor!"
Ying Si, standing before a massive bronze mirror, expressed his sentiment to an elegant woman.
He felt that recruiting Yi Chen was an utterly wise decision; the State Preceptor truly held his own.
"All of this is thanks to Your Majesty's discernment in judging people," the elegant woman said with a light smile.
At that moment, an aide officer came to report.
"Your Majesty, the State Preceptor has already returned and is outside the palace hall."
"Then invite him in quickly, forget it, I shall go out to welcome him."
Ying Si glanced at the scene in the bronze mirror, his mood even brighter.
Just then, the door creaked open, and the figure of a robust Taoist Priest walked into the room.
At first, it went well; after playing the role in two cities, Yi Chen found it tedious and quickly returned to Sea Dragon City with Lin Luo, leaving the Xiongshan Army behind.
Now was the time for him to be building his enterprise; the window of opportunity presented by the Demonkin invasion had to be seized.
"State Preceptor, your arrival is timely. Come, let's evaluate the strength of the twelve Golden Figures personally designed by my wife."
"Heh, Yue Ji is a genius figure among Qin scholars; the core design of the twelve Golden Figures all came from her hand."
The elegant woman greeted Yi Chen with a curtsey.
Under Ying Si's guidance, Yi Chen looked towards the bronze mirror, and his eyes almost bulged out.
Holy crap, twelve Golden Figures, Great Qin heavy industry?
In the bronze mirror, led by Lian Caiyi, twelve massive automatons were surrounding and attacking a Demon Army in a valley.
"Watch, State Preceptor, and observe my twelve Golden Figures named after the twelve Earthly Branches."
"The position of Zi is known as Silent Slaughtering King, the Mouse, the leader of the assassins, wields a Rat Whisker Sword, moving in and out of the shadows, leaving no trace."
