Chapter 336: Coincidence, cruel life, many cultivators, the sorrow of Mount Longhu, the four extremes of the devil realm.

Inside the deep mansion, the lights flickered.

A handsome young man with a high nose bridge sat at the desk, frowning and staring at the information in his hands.

Just when he was feeling depressed, an old servant in black suddenly came in and handed him a visiting card. King Wu opened the letter casually and couldn't help but sneer.

"The Holy Spirit Control Sect! Xue Lingzi! You are so arrogant!"

"But I seem to have heard of this name. This person is the first disciple of the Master of the Holy Spirit Controlling Puppet Sect, Chen Haichao. It would be fine to invite him into the hall to meet him."

King Wu casually threw the visiting card to the corner of the table, but in his heart he was thinking about the information he had received during the day.

He didn't like arrogant people. If it weren't for the three words "Shen Haichao" endorsing him, he wouldn't even be interested in meeting this person.

At this moment, a young man with sunken eye sockets and bloodshot clothes slowly walked into the hall. Seeing King Wu's absent-minded look, Xue Lingzi could not help but pull up a charming smile. He walked to a glass lamp and flicked his sleeves.

Snap! The luxurious colored glass lamp instantly shattered into pieces, and the already dimly lit hall became even darker.

The crisp sound also made King Wu's attention focus on Xue Lingzi again.

"Fellow Daoist Xue Lingzi of the Yuling Shengkui Sect, have you come here to provoke me?" The heroic young man straightened his back suddenly, piercing the sky like a javelin. He raised his eyebrows, and his sharp eyes pierced at Xue Lingzi like an arrow.

"Infuriate Your Highness? No, no, no, why would I infuriate a future loser?"

"I am Xue Lingzi from the Yuling Shengkui Sect. I came here to save Your Highness, and also to discuss a business deal with Your Highness, a business deal that will help Your Highness turn the tide."

Xue Lingzi laughed loudly, lifted the hem of his robe, and sat down at a random place.

"What a joke, I am a loser? My elder brother and I have not yet decided who is the better of us, why are you so arrogant, Brother Xue Lingzi?"

"Your Highness Prince Jing owns the land of the East Region, which is already extremely rich. In addition, this man is your elder brother and has good relations with many important officials of the Qin Dynasty. As long as Your Highness Prince Jing does not make a big mistake, do you really think you have a chance, Prince Wu?"

"The Great Qin Dharma Assembly is your highness's last chance, and I, Xue Lingzi, am here to discuss a big deal for your highness. If this Dharma Assembly can make King Jing financially destitute and your highness profit greatly, then from now on, the offensive and defensive situation will be different."

As he spoke, Xue Lingzi suddenly splashed the water in the teacup in front of him. Under the influence of strange force, the water droplets in the sky turned into a row of big characters, which suddenly appeared on King Wu's desk.

At the same time, an aura that was infinitely close to the palm of your hand suddenly filled the entire hall and then disappeared.

Looking at the water droplets on the table and the young man in blood-stained clothes who was talking and laughing, King Wu's expression was uncertain. After a long time, he gritted his teeth and said, "Please teach me, sir!"

"Haha, this matter is not difficult, but it is not easy either. It is nothing more than a sixteen-word trick."

"Use his spear to attack his shield, and change the flowers and trees to make the stars move."

"Not long after I entered the city, I heard that His Royal Highness Prince Jing had opened the betting..."

After Xue Lingzi poured himself another cup of spiritual tea, he moved his lips and began to conspire with King Wu through telepathy.

…. ….The third day.

Hai Tianwu of Zhentianhai Sect, one of the sixteen top sects in Dongzhou, is very distressed now. He even has no interest in his favorite shabu-shabu on the Eight Immortals table in front of him.

Originally, he was eating the gossip about Ye Qingxue of Qianyuan Sword Sect yesterday, and when he couldn't help laughing, he planned to reward himself with three hot pot meals, and then call his flute-playing maid Qing'er to come and join in the fun.

But today, a page of a book instantly froze the smile on his face.

"How dare you! Who is it that arranged this for me? You are not worthy of being a human being! You are not worthy of being a human being!"

"Who is this Evil Monk Kong Xiang? If I find out, I will skin you alive and tear your bones into pieces!"

Hai Tianwu looked at the words on the pages of the book, his strong body shaking with anger.

The text on the page is roughly as follows:

"Loyalty is as great as the sky, but it cannot overcome greed."

"Loyalty is worth a thousand ounces of gold, but it is not as good as a chest of four ounces."

"After a series of fights, we are determined to clean up the mess."

"The second leader of this Great Qin Dharma Assembly, Daoist Fellow Hai Tianwu of Zhentianhaimen, and the immortal monk Ku Chen of Xumituo Zen Temple, both came from the same family before joining Zhentianhaimen. The two had fought for Fairy Ye Qingxue of Qianyuan Sword Sect... Odds..."

The essence of soft articles is to attract viewers and then embed advertisements.

Eating melons is the primary productive force of soft articles. Yi Chen's unique approach seems both stupid and bloody, but who can withstand such a propaganda offensive?

For example, in the previous life, if someone saw a report that Lao Deng and the emperor were walking on the beach holding hands... who could resist this? Even a fool would have to see how outrageous it was.

Before anyone knew it, the name of the evil monk Kong Xiang had become so notorious that it could be smelled for ten miles. Amid the curses of countless monks, even if the evil monk Kong Xiang had ten thousand mothers, they would not be enough.

…. “Master, this is so fun, can you teach me?”

Inside the Jingzhu Cave, Qin Qingyun was massaging Yi Chen's shoulders vigorously and couldn't help but speak in a tender voice.

"If you want to learn, go to the kitchen first, take a free-range chicken that is worth no more than half a tael of silver at the market, and then find a random place to sell it for a hundred taels of silver. You are not allowed to use force, and you are not allowed to reveal your identity. If you can do it, the master will teach you a few more fun tricks."

"Anyway, your father is His Royal Highness Prince Jing, so you don't have to worry about being hacked to death even if you mess up!"

Yi Chen looked at Qin Qingyun's excited face and couldn't help but laugh.

"Master, you are talking nonsense. How can anyone do this? Are they stupid? Others can make money by selling half a tael of silver in the market, so why would they spend a hundred taels to buy it?"

"Of course, they want to earn more~"

"My dear disciple, remember, any gift from fate is secretly marked with a price. No one can always win, including your master."

"You can't just watch the thief eating meat and not see the thief being beaten. Think about it carefully." Looking at his stupid apprentice, Yi Chen gave him some advice and then laughed and left.

At this moment, he couldn't help but think of the days when he sold the Overlord Chicken. It was just two words, immature! He worked so hard to earn only 100 taels. God had mercy on him. He didn't make any money selling Overlord Chicken. It was better to make money faster now.

Yi Chen's mind changed. He first met with King Jing. After a long conversation for half an hour, he flashed and immediately left Jingzhu Cave Heaven and disappeared outside Taiwu City.

Three more days passed like this, and at this time, a shocking news swept the entire Taiwu City.

The news was that the Lord of Zizai Heaven Du'e was killed on the way to the Daqin Dharma Assembly.

Another day passed, and a woman wearing a peach blossom mask, accompanied by a burly Taoist priest whose right hand was missing, entered Taiwu City without saying a word.

Soon, well-informed people spread the news that the Tanlang Star Lord of Zizai Tian went out to look for Yuanjun for some unknown reason, but the news leaked out somehow, and he had one arm chopped off by a strange blood shadow in a single encounter.

If it weren't for the fact that the Star Lord Tan Lang saw the opportunity quickly and decisively used the Blood Escape, and if it weren't for the fact that the Star Lord Dou Mu was nearby and provided timely support and scared away the Blood Shadow, I'm afraid that this time, the number of people from Zizai Tian who participated in the Great Qin Dharma Assembly would have been zero.

After this incident, many people were secretly wondering who Zizai Tian had offended to make him so bold and presumptuous, not taking Zizai Tianzhu, Yuanjun and others seriously at all.

However, what they can be sure of is that although Zizaitian’s Great Qin Dharma Assembly has not yet begun, it has already ended.

"Xiaolang, you are really cruel. In order to confuse those people outside, you actually cut off one of your arms."

After entering the room, Yuan Jun's face, which had been gloomy before, immediately turned cloudy on his peach blossom mask, while Yi Chen's face, which had been as pale as gold paper before, instantly returned to its rosy color.

The body's ability to break through the realm and regenerate severed limbs was activated, and the disappeared right hand quickly grew and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"If a man is not ruthless, he cannot stand firm."

"Those jackals, tigers and leopards outside are not vegetarians. If I don't give them some real weapons, how can I hide from these old foxes? I'll give them a mere right hand." Yi Chen grinned.

With his control over his body, he had already blocked out the pain before cutting off his arm, so it didn't hurt at all.

"Great! Little Wolf, not bad!" Yuan Jun recalled the previous scene. Even though he knew that everything was directed and acted by Yi Chen himself, he couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

Another day has passed.

A rough man with an ordinary appearance walked into Taiwu City and came to a trading house.

Under the promotion of a certain person with evil intentions, the Daqin Dharma Assembly nowadays is not just about gambling and fighting for ranking.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

All kinds of games like the arrangement of three games and the football score game have popped up, allowing those monks with lower rankings to get plenty of topics and gimmicks through this game.

In a market full of rumors, the odds of each game are constantly fluctuating, and even a secondary market has been derived from this, where IOUs for gambling are directly traded.

"My dear, I want to bet on the Tanlang Star Lord from Zizai Heaven who is ranked between 30-20 in this ceremony. What are the odds?" the burly man asked the owner of the odds.

"The injured Star Lord of Zizai Tian still wants to be included in this ranking? It's over. It's very difficult. Daoist friend, you are stupid. The Tanlang Star Lord of Zizai Tian was originally ranked in the middle among all the cultivators. Now he has lost an arm and his vitality is seriously damaged. Even with a magic medicine, it is good enough to keep 50% of his current combat power.

If you want to stir up trouble, you might as well buy Daoist Zhen Tianwu from Zhen Tian Hai Men, or Xiao Tianji, the War Demon from Wu Ding Shen Zong. This person becomes stronger when facing a stronger opponent, and has the potential to be a leader."

Seeing the burly man asking this question, the 'senior' veterans on the side already had a plan in mind and couldn't help but give instructions immediately.

"Haha, this fellow Taoist is wrong. I think Master Kuchen, the immortal monk from Xumituo Zen Temple, and fellow Taoist Zuowangji from Taishang Dao Sect are the only two candidates to win the championship."

Regarding the handicap, some were radical while others were naturally conservative. For a moment, many cultivators were in chaos, expressing their own opinions, and actually left Yi Chen aside. They didn't know that the real dealer was right in front of them.

After observing for a while, Yi Chen pretended to think about it for a while, slowly protected everyone in front of him, and then slowly walked out of the house.

Very good, the stock of Taoist Yinlong has been marked as ST, so it is time to absorb the funds. He has already prepared all kinds of good and bad news, both true and false, in order to shake the market. Under the general trend, unless there are people who really know the inside story, they will definitely not be able to hold on even if they are given the opportunity.

In the secondary market, he had already divided King Jing's people into smaller units and bought them in secretly.

It's impossible for a small investor to make 2 million. He, Daochang Yi, can just work for others and then get 1 million.

"It's all my money."

Taoist Master Yi, who was determined to do anything, looked at the green leeks all over the ground and smiled with satisfaction.

The ninth virtue of Master Yi is kindness. He needs to educate the monks of Dongzhou about the harm of gambling.

Persuading others to stop is the true love.

The people under King Jing are of high quality and they executed Yi Chen's strategy very well.

The more methodologies the leeks have, the happier he is. He is not afraid of them guessing, but he is afraid that they don’t play.

Pull them first and play with them.

…. ….Zhongzhou , the back mountain of Longhu Mountain.

At a colorful altar, two phantoms of dragons and tigers appeared clearly, slowly opening up the nearby space and revealing another world.

More than a hundred green-robed disciples from Mount Longhu formed a formation with their hands making hand gestures. The magical power from their bodies flowed out and merged into the virtual shadows of the dragon and tiger at the altar.

In front of the many disciples, there were three Taoists with strange looks sitting cross-legged, holding three major magical instruments: bells, chimes and drums.

True Lord Yuan Hong was standing behind the crowd, holding a tall Taoist priest, and looking at the scene from afar. He said proudly to Qi Gou Shi, no, now it was Qi Long Hu:

"Long Hu, do you know why your master asked the elders for mercy and brought you here?"

"Disciple, I don't know." Qi Longhu said solemnly, being very respectful.

"Hehe, in the past, the thieves from the Demon Realm planned painstakingly and invaded our realm, causing a terrible disaster. Many powerful cultivators in our Central Continent were furious and followed the passage where the thieves withdrew, chasing them in anger, determined to make the thieves from the Demon Realm feel the pain. Later, due to some petty calculations, these predecessors did not come back, but instead spread their branches in the Demon Realm and passed down their Taoist traditions until today."

"Now that the world has changed, the power of the space between the two realms has faded. We in Longhu Mountain have already taken back two groups of senior masters from the past. The group today is the high cultivators of our lineage who left in the past. I have asked for grace to bring you here to observe."

"You should carefully observe this Heavenly Eclipse Dragon-Tiger Sacred Formation, which will be of great benefit to your cultivation. I will take you to meet the three great uncles later. If you are favored by them and taught a method, it will be a great blessing for you."

"Thank you, Master." Qi Longhu was filled with gratitude. He immediately calmed his mind and began to observe and comprehend the changes in the formation, trying to comprehend the dragon and tiger principles contained therein.

Just when the space portal was about to be torn open into a hundred-meter-long hole by the huge dragon and tiger phantoms, suddenly something strange happened.

The space suddenly fluctuated, and a dark shadow suddenly appeared on the distant skyline.

Behind him were the overwhelming blood beasts of the demon world and the legion warriors.

The dark shadow demon was wearing a gilded dragon crown, a black dragon robe, and a jade belt around his waist embroidered with various hollow patterns. There was a sharp shoulder guard on each side of his shoulders, which was made into a statue shape, with a bloody skull on the left and a black dragon head on the right, representing endless killing.

There are many strange purple patterns on the robe, which look like talismans or strange inscriptions, constantly moving on the robe with a unique rhythm, and there is a faint magic light when moving.

"The Four Extremes of the Demon Realm, Annihilation Dragon Emperor, how did you find this place?"

Seeing this sudden change, the two purple-robed Taoists in the foreign land were shocked. They had already made full preparations for today, but for some reason the news still leaked.

"Haha, I didn't expect that I would get some unexpected gains during a hunting trip on a whim. Leave them all to me."

Amidst the overwhelming demonic power, the space passage that was about to take shape suddenly collapsed. Two figures in purple Taoist robes roared angrily and fought with the dark demonic shadow.

Meanwhile, the three strange-looking Taoist priests on the human side were attacked by the formation and the terrifying demonic power coming from the demonic realm. They couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The three of them fainted together, and their magic instruments, bells, drums, and chimes, fell to the ground one after another.

The more than one hundred disciples behind them were in an even worse condition. More than half of them were bleeding from their mouths and noses and were clearly dying, while the rest were barely breathing.

"Damn it, Longhu, go and report to the Heavenly Master immediately that something has happened to the altar in the back mountain." Zhenjun Yuanhong cried out in pain.

He never expected that this foolproof guidance would fail at the very end.

(End of this chapter)