Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 632 - 392: The Scavenging Inside Bear Cave, My Spirit Beast is Frank, Yi Taoist’s Prestige Shakes Dragon Tiger Mountain._2

After all, accumulating Origin Points by 'touching the electric door' was truly as slow as a turtle's crawl.

After much deliberation, Yi Chen decided to take it slow for now.

"Without Daoist Lin Luo here, there's no one to drink with, how boring," he sighed.

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"Miao Zi, come out to your master."

As soon as Yi Chen's thoughts moved, a strange black cat immediately leapt down from the roof beam.

"What's up, Dad?"

"Bored. Miao Zi, tomorrow Dragon Tiger Mountain is sending elite disciples to duel with the cultivators of Great Qin. There will be cultivators of various realms, and I'm sure that Zhang Longyi will be among them," Yi Chen said.

"Beating kids on a rainy day, idle as always, tomorrow you'll put on a show for me."

Suddenly, a mischievous smile appeared on Yi Chen's face, and the man and the cat began to whisper to each other. Soon, under the cover of night, a black cat stealthily departed.

In the same space-time.

Within a quiet room on Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Zhang Longyi sat cross-legged on a cushion, slowly circulating his mana as strands of black lightning, thin as hairs, slowly overflowed from his cultivation body.

At that moment, with a creak, the door was gently pushed open.

A pure-looking female cultivator with a stunning figure walked in slowly, holding a jug of Spiritual Wine.

"Husband, this Spiritual Wine is for calming the mind and spirit. Aren't you resting early today?" she asked.

"These days I have indeed neglected you, Rong Er." Upon seeing his wife, a spark of appreciation appeared in Zhang Longyi's eyes. He whispered, "Rong Er, I need to be in my best state tomorrow for the competition with the people of Great Qin.

"If I can catch the eye of the Supreme Elders, it will greatly benefit our future prospects. I must seize this opportunity."

"Husband, I understand," the beautiful woman chuckled softly. She gently placed the Spiritual Wine on the desk, the picture of a virtuous and dutiful wife.

"These past two years have been hard on you, Rong Er. You go on out, I'm not a True Monarch yet, so I must focus on my cultivation."

"It's late at night, Rong Er, you should get some rest too," he said.

Zhang Longyi looked lovingly at his wife for a moment before the door closed with another creak.

An hour later.

A hundred miles away from Dragon Tiger Mountain, in an abandoned Bear Cave.

The bones of a bear lay piled haphazardly deep within the cave, their cut surfaces as smooth as mirrors, as if cleaved in two by some instant spell.

Pushing aside the vines hanging at the entrance of the Bear Cave, a graceful figure looked around before stealthily walking into the dark cavern.

At that moment, a muffled male voice, suppressing excitement and desire, echoed from the darkness:

"Hey there, my sweetheart, why'd you take so long to come?"

A stream of magical light appeared, instantly illuminating the gloomy Bear Cave as if it were day, revealing two figures.

The innocent-looking female cultivator was none other than Rong Er, previously mentioned by Zhang Longyi, while the handsome and strong male cultivator was Zhang Menqing, whom Yi Chen had encountered that morning, a cultivator even mightier than Zhang Daoyi.

Upon meeting each other, the two ignited like dry wood meeting a fierce flame, and immediately began to burn.

Embroidered (blank) shoes, silk (blank) stockings, and long (blank) skirts were soon thrown about.

"Junior Sister, Zhang Longyi hasn't suspected you, right? His lineage still has its uses; it really wouldn't do to turn against him just yet," he said.

"Brother...Senior Brother, I know," the younger sister said breathlessly. "That fool Zhang Longyi has never had a doubt, and with the Bear Cave being so hidden, how could outsiders know…"

Ah, sss—

"If it weren't for the return of the Demon Realm's Dragon Tiger Mountain cultivators wishing to merge with the Human Realm's Dragon Tiger Mountain, and the Master's insistence on your marriage to Zhang Longyi, we wouldn't be in this situation; it's hard on you, Junior Sister," he admitted.

"It's all Senior Brother's fault!"

With a loud bang, the handsome man angrily unleashed a burst of light, which blew the bear bones in the depths of the cave to smithereens.

"Hmm...hmm, Senior Brother, I know your feelings," she said softly.

…

…

The next day.

The sun rose, its way splendidly lit.

Gilding the edges of the clouds above Dragon Tiger Mountain with a golden hue.

That day, a tall tower suddenly rose from Dragon Tiger Mountain, its peak emitting strange vibrations that drew clouds from miles around to form a platform.

Above the cloud platform, Yi Chen and Lin Luo sat side by side in the first row. Across the circular platform, Taizhenzi and Zhang Lingyue were seated.

Behind both groups stood the cultivators eager for the day's contest.

"Daoist Lin Luo, Taoist Yi Chengzi, shall we begin?" Taizhenzi said with a smile, looking towards Lin Luo's direction.

"Lin Luo is a guest here; naturally, the guest will follow the host's lead," Lin Luo replied today, wrapped tightly in a black and white robe, with a fei-colored jade belt cinching her waist to a single grip. Her voice was cool and clear.

"What Daoist Lin Luo wishes is also what I wish," Yi Chen sat dominantly on the high chair on the cloud platform, one big foot propped on the seat. He absentmindedly stroked Miao Zi's head on the armrest, looking utterly bored as he said.

As Yi Chen's voice fell, Taizhenzi and Zhang Lingyue exchanged a glance and clapped their hands. Soon, a familiar figure walked to the center of the cloud platform.

"Zhang Longyi of Dragon Tiger Mountain, at the second layer of the True Person Realm, challenges the distinguished visitors from the Eastern Continent. Which brother will dare to fight me on this stage?"

Zhang Longyi looked around, his gaze oozing confidence.

Since being humiliated by a certain Daoist, not a day passed without him stewing in hatred. Hatred spurred advancement, and in the nearly three years since, he had honed his combat arts daily. No longer was he an ignorant beginner; he was confident that within the same realm, few could stand against him.