"Daoist Lin Luo, I’ll gift you this Moist Silk Divine Water and the Bewildering Enchantment Secret Technique," Yi Chen coughed once, hiding his embarrassment before suggesting softly.
The contents left within the four precious chests by the Purple Crystal Demi-human were indeed embarrassing to mention, but it was not feasible to remain in this deadlock. He had no choice but to attempt to remedy the situation and break the impasse.
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"These items are indeed important to Great Qin. I owe you a favor, Daoist friend."
"This evening, at the Dream Pavilion, I’d be pleased if you would join me. I hope you won’t decline."
Lin Luo was no ordinary female cultivator; despite being taken aback by the contents of the four chests, she quickly adjusted her mentality. After gathering the items from the last two chests into her wide sleeves, she then, with a serious face, clasped her left hand over her right in a fist and bowed deeply towards Yi Chen.
"I will certainly attend," Yi Chen replied with a smile, returning the gesture with equal grace.
"Having gained some insights from this great battle, I must meditate in seclusion — the surviving Daoist friends who suffered at the hands of the Purple Crystal Demi-human are entrusted to the care of the Hidden Dragon Taoist."
After a moment of contemplation, Lin Luo waved her sleeve, and hundreds of weakly breathing cultivators lay sprawling on the ground, a skill derived from her understanding of the Yin-Yang Sleeve Realm divine power, convenient for gathering objects or hiding cultivators far weaker than herself.
"Opportunities are fleeting. Worry not, Daoist Lin, I shall take proper care of everything here," the Hidden Dragon Taoist reassured with a slight nod from Yi Chen. Lin Luo then flashed away, her round, taut purple silk-stockinged legs moving soil-free, vanishing into the distance like a specter.
Watching her retreating figure, Yi Chen’s eyes narrowed into thin lines. He knew that on the surface, Lin Luo was asking a favor of him but was actually reciprocating kindness, allowing him to take the credit for rescuing the cultivators...
"Give and take, Daoist Lin is indeed a worthy companion. However, I must adjust my strategy for this evening’s gathering," he mused.
Yi Chen, well-versed in the subtleties of human relationships, had already formed a plan in his heart.
He turned to look at the two lonely chests facing each other on the ground, a sense of pity arising in his heart.
In every grain and every morsel, remember the hardships they came by.
In every thread and every strand, always think of the efforts they demand.
He, Yi Chengzi, was known for his ten great virtues, one of which was thrift. Looking around and seeing no signs of the surrounding cultivators waking up, he then, thief-like, picked out what could be used from the chests and immediately incinerated the valuable chests with Extreme Origin energy.
The clothes in these chests were one-time items, fresh in style and appealing — it was quite a pity to discard them. Those bizarre magic artifacts could be destroyed without a second thought.
After the Great Qin Legal Assembly, he was preparing to return to Central Continent. A short separation was sweeter than a honeymoon; with his master’s figure, if he managed to coax her into wearing these garments... the contrast...
Sss~
And a pair of purple silk stockings~
Tonight, the moonlight shimmers like water, casting a cool glow upon the handsome and robust face of the Taoist in the sky, making him appear both holy and ethereal.
"Yi Chengzi, oh Yi Chengzi, are you truly happy with this life of licking blood off the knife’s edge, revelling in enmity and brief pleasures, embroiled in calamities, striving for the pinnacle of the world?"
The Taoist gazed up into the moonlight, unable to help but ask himself, then suddenly the corners of his mouth began to curl into a smile.
The smile grew wider, his mouth opened revealing a set of gleaming teeth, flashing strangely brilliant white stars under the moonlight.
His expression was a mixture of pleasure and bizarre charm. He suddenly spread his arms and shot up towards the sky as if to embrace the moon above.
"Yi Chengzi, oh Yi Chengzi, are you happy?" Yi Chen’s voice suddenly rang out high and fierce!
"Ptooey! The happiness of a poor Taoist like me is beyond your wildest imaginations, hahaha!"
The joyful yet dangerous laughter echoed in the sky, and hundreds of comatose cultivators were oddly buoyed by a mysterious force, speeding and floating through the air high below the Daoist.
At that moment, Han Xinyue let out a soft ’yelp’, returning to consciousness. She opened her eyes to see a Daoist cloaked in starlight, riding the wind across the sky with a rugged face and a majestic stance, exuding a weirdly dangerous masculine charm. The wind billowed his Daoist robe fiercely in his wake.
Though the moon was bright, it could not eclipse the radiance of the Taoist below. From this vantage point, one would first notice the Taoist and then the moon above, as if his sole presence could suppress the light of this ancient celestial body.
He shone more brilliantly and resplendently than the moon above.
"My head hurts so much, what’s happening to me? Befo...." Han Xinyue opened her mouth to ask, only to be drowned out by a lofty and desolate poetic chant echoing across the universe, accompanied by the thunderous sound rolling in the skies.
"Step through the calamity that plagues the world, ascend to the peak above all."
"Ten trials ten resolutions, dismiss heroes with a sleeve’s casual wave."
"The Saintly Pure Yang Halberd, how many through the ages can be its match?"
"What concern are the anomalies of heaven and earth? The Taoist stands unparalleled, World-Shaking Pure Yang, flipping the world’s order with the back of a hand!"
Below the night sky, the Taoist’s madness was on full display, streaking across the heavens, much to the suffering of the many cultivators below, whose occasional awakenings were quickly submerged back into unconsciousness, with only the vision of that god-like and devilish figure lingering in their eyes.
Facing east, atop an unnamed peak, the Taoist moved, halberd struck, carving mountains with a flick of the hand, the ground quaked and mountains crumbled.
The Taoist cleaved the mountain to create a platform, and hundreds of cultivators were lifted by a strange force and gently placed onto the stone platform below.
Looking at the unconscious multitude below, some of them frothing at the mouth, Yi Chen couldn’t help but shake his head. The constitution of this generation’s cultivators was lacking; he hadn’t even gone full throttle, and they were already throwing up.
Forget it, start saving people. Some of them seemed on the brink of death.
"Energy, come!"
With a single-handed grasp and a command for energy, instantly, as if a divine decree had been declared, all spirits complied, and droplets of vitality began to manifest within the boundless woods, converging into a river.
Extracting the yang energy of all things, affecting the yin-yang balance within living beings, was little more than instinct for Yi Chen, and the sunshine-filled yang energy from the flora was evidently more suited for the constitution of the fledgling babies below.
These cattle and horses below had no idea what malevolent force had drained away too much of their yang energy, leaving them depleted. It was by encountering Yi Taoist that they could receive targeted healing, replenishing their foundational deficiencies. With anyone else, they’d be lucky to simply keep their lives, not to mention regression in their cultivation would have been the least of their concerns.
This wave, Yi Taoist was the specialized professional!
As the dawn rose, his way shone brilliantly!
Atop the mountaintop platform, countless rays of purple dawn light swarmed together, penetrating the seven orifices of the cultivators, especially the dense radiance enveloping Han Xinyue’s body.
Since old Han had paid, Yi Taoist gave her a little extra attention, which was only reasonable.
This was Yi Taoist’s second virtue, fairness.
Give more attention to those who pay more, no communal pot for all, with clear differentiation of near and far, intimate and distant, that’s fairness.
As time passed, Yi Chen stomped his foot, and the multitude of dawn lights in the sky poured like hundreds of rivers into the sea into the mouths and noses of the cultivators, who gradually came back to their senses.
"You’re all awake? The poor Taoist greets all the fellow Daoists," Yi Chen muttered, with a wild grass root in his mouth,
"You were captured by the Purple Crystal Demi-human. Vice Director Lin Luo of the Ministry of Justice of Great Qin saved you all. The poor Taoist stabilized your injuries. With a month or two of care, you should fully recover without any latent harm."
Lin Luo was straightforward, and he, Yi Taoist, couldn’t do any less. He immediately attributed the credit for saving them to the purple-haired girl with the nice legs.
"To save you all, the vitality of the vegetation within a hundred acres has been greatly damaged by the poor Taoist, leaving the branches yellow and wilted. You should recuperate here for a while and use your magic to help the vegetation recover. I hope you won’t make things difficult for the poor Taoist, as I have quite an understanding of chestnut cultivation."
"Alright, may we meet again if fate allows. Don’t ask who the poor Taoist is, I, Hidden Dragon Taoist, do good deeds without leaving a name."
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Yi Taoist’s third virtue, doing good deeds without leaving a name, he turned and looked at Han Xinyue, who was as thin as a laborer, and instantly, a strange force emanated, restraining her figure. Their forms flashed explosively, and they broke through the air and left, leaving the cultivators on the stone platform exchanging bewildered glances.
In the distance, Yi Chen concealed his presence and paused for a while, sneakily observing to ensure that no cultivator showed any sign of fleeing, before truly departing with Han Xinyue.
Yi Taoist’s fourth virtue, stability, not impetuous!