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

Late at night, the moon shone brightly among sparse stars.

Yi Chen stood on the terrace with his hands behind his back, his eyes gazing into the distance, yet his thoughts had already drifted far away.

He was pondering over the matter of the purple token.

Even though Monk Bu Zhong was perverse, he had never been so depraved before; it seemed the purple token could influence a person's psyche, amplifying their own desires.

Besides, it appeared to be able to issue tasks, enticing the host to complete them, and then nourishing the host's cultivation level in return.

It could be called the task of an alien version of a master.

With the purple token, a weak-willed Monk Bu Zhong was able to grow to such a degree in such a short time, which was truly shocking to hear.

The lure of such rapidly rising power, if it fell into the hands of a strong-minded, aging master of cultivation, who knows what disaster it would trigger.

Nor was it known who was the source of this purple token that could create such a wondrous object.

"Release those idiots and come at me, so I can also pick up a couple," he complained to the moon before returning to his room, where he sat down cross-legged and summoned the virtual screen above his eyelids.

After his True Technique broke through the twelfth layer, Yi Chen was left with 896 Deep Red Points; the purple token directly contributed 3500 points to him, making him rich in one fell swoop.

However, the 12,000 Deep Red Points required to break through the thirteenth layer of his True Technique seemed like an insurmountable chasm before him.

"In that case, I shall first elevate my Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique even further."

With the appearance of the purple token and the situation being unpredictable, Yi Chen pondered for a while and made this decision, considering there was still a long way to go to accumulate enough Deep Red Points to break through the thirteenth layer of the True Technique.

"Deep Red Points, aid me! Breakthrough!"

With a shout in his heart, a thousand Deep Red Points were instantly deducted, and the familiar sensation swept over him once more.

After several seconds, the Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique section on the virtual screen flickered before stabilizing again.

[Cultivation Technique: Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique Level 7 (Traits: Eagle Eye, Night Vision, Yin Qi Detection, Mind's Reflection lv3, Malicious Intent Detection lv3, Soul Obliteration lv3, Bewitching Charm lv2, Memory Extraction lv1)]

Yi Chen's expression changed, and then he pushed open the window, his form vanishing into the night sky.

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Ping'an County, Wang Residence.

The night breeze was brisk.

Ever since the incident of the Five-Passages God, Family Head Wang Ba, unable to get over the hurdle in his heart, had been neglecting Lady Wang, spending his days and nights in the chambers of his newly favored concubines.

Dressed in a thin undergarment, her curvaceous body wrapped in a thin decorative quilt, one delicate, rouge-painted foot dangled off the edge of the bed; Lady Wang, after counting red and green beans for the first half of the night, succumbed to the profound sleepiness and fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly, a strange wind swept through, and a tall, sinister Daoist covered in black smoke arrived at Lady Wang's door.

Opening his gourd, he sneakily released a pink smoke into Lady Wang's room, then couldn't help but rub his hands like a fly and chuckled lecherously.

"Tonight's going to be enjoyable, oh little beauty, I'm coming for you!"

"Once you're hit by my Bewitching Miasma, even the most chaste and righteous woman will become a wanton slut," he laughed obscenely, his wrinkles stacking up as Tian Boguang pushed the door and entered, eyeing Lady Wang's exposed foot and taking a deep breath.
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It was too much.

Just as he was about to move forward, a hand-chop suddenly struck his neck.

With a single motion, Yi Chen withdrew all the pink miasma that had entered Lady Wang's body, and considerately tucked her foot back under the quilt—catching a cold would not be good.

He then carried the unlucky wretch away and vanished into the night sky.

The room door behind him closed slowly under the influence of an invisible force, signifying that the night was undisturbed.

In a small grove outside Ping'an County, a water ball woke Tian Boguang with a splash.

"Who… who are you? Don't mess around." The flower-picking Daoist, Tian Boguang, looked on in terror at the tall figure standing before him.

After breaking through the seventh layer of the Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique, Yi Chen pushed open the window and left, wanting to become a nemesis of evil and experiment with his newly acquired supernatural ability, memory extraction, on some unlucky soul.

And he had indeed found such a "lucky" person before him, imbued with heretical mana, looking like a mosaic, clearly up to no good. After following him, he discovered the man was a flower thief, planning to use a sinister technique to sully the purity of Lady Wang.

What more was there to think about? Material for experimentation had presented itself; this man's path was set towards death.

"Do you realize you've broken the law?" Yi Chen sneered as he strode confidently towards the terrified man.

"Don't come any closer… Who… who exactly are you?" The old Daoist retreated in panic, the ghost of his imminent death looming large.

He had often walked by the river, and today, at last, his shoes were soaked.

"My name... is Zhang San, you can call me the nemesis of evil." Suddenly, a large hand covered the old Daoist's head, and an invisible force field rendered him immobile.

The memory extraction ability was activated.

Countless fragments of memories rushed forth.

After digesting for a while, Yi Chen had grasped most of the man's life story.

This old Daoist, a practitioner of evil, called Tian Boguang, was nothing less than a lascivious ghost.

His life's creed was to mercilessly target the ugly, using sinister techniques to ruin the reputations of countless women.

Yesterday, when he entered the city, he coincidentally encountered Lady Wang in distress. She was dining in a restaurant's private room with her close friend, Lady Li, and in her frustration, Lady Wang opened the window, trying to prop it open with a rod that accidentally fell, hitting the old Daoist on the head.

That moment, Tian Boguang was both tempted and soul-struck. After gathering information about Lady Wang, he decided to make his move.

Yi Chen even retrieved a fragment of memory.

The old Daoist was rubbing his hands, looking at Lady Li's pert backside as if it were a small grist mill, sighing, 'Lady Li, it's not that you're not outstanding, it's just that my requirements are higher. Lady Wang is more attractive to me.'

'But don't be anxious; you're next.'

Lady Li, though wealthy, had been widowed for many years.

"This technique is not bad. Although it doesn't allow for the specification of all memory fragments, and there are some omissions and damage, it is already quite useful."

"The only issue is that it causes significant harm to the spirit and soul, leading to stupidity or even sudden death in severe cases."

Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

After experimenting himself, Yi Chen gained a deeper understanding of his newly acquired ability.

With the breakthrough to the seventh layer of the Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique, not only did his other capabilities like mind reflection rise to a new level, but he also obtained a memory extraction ability that was akin to soul searching. This significantly boosted his soft power, adding yet another tool to his arsenal.

Pleased with himself, Yi Chen looked at the old Daoist, now collapsed on the ground foaming at the mouth. After a satisfied sigh, he turned and left.

From an 80-year-old grandmother to young girls, the old Daoist had spared no one. Killing him would have been too merciful; this was the perfect resolution.

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The next day, Hidden Dragon Temple.

When Yi Chen arrived at the main hall, Qing Yunzi handed him a golden invitation.

His gaze sharpened; it was an invitation from Dragon Tiger Mountain for him.

Just as he was about to open it, a burst of galloping horses echoed from outside Hidden Dragon Temple. Lin Zhenbei and his son, Lin Zhengyi, had arrived together.