Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 425 - 309: The Body Spirit and the Mind Spirit, the Primordial Spirit Revealed!_2

The older children at this moment showed not a trace of childhood innocence in their eyes, only full of wrathful colors, "The snow is falling, perhaps the Heavenly Father has died." Your next journey awaits at novelbuddy

"The snowfall is to mourn for the Heavenly Father!"

"Brother, just hang in there a little longer, when the snow lets up a bit, I’ll go to the Huang family restaurant to find you something to eat."

"Bro, don’t go, you can’t beat the big wolf-dog raised by the Huang family’s Master."

"You’ve already lost twice to it, the Huang family’s Master is mocking you, I’m not hungry, gu~gu gu~"

Seeing this scene, the Daoist’s eyes flashed with whirls of emotion, and after a series of questions, he understood the cause and effect.

Both children were from a small town nearby, which had recently suffered a massacre by a foreign race. Fortunately, their parents, seeing the opportunity, were quick to hide them in the family cellar, allowing them to escape harm, and thus the children witnessed the death of their parents with their own eyes.

And that Huang family’s Master was indeed part of a family clan that had surrendered to the foreign race and led them around.

"Understand the Tao! Understand the Tao!"

"Insolent thief! Understand your mother’s Tao, as if you don’t even see me."

"Our Pure Yang’s ancestral master taught: In times of peace, one closes the door to cultivate the way; in times of chaos, one descends the mountain to aid the world!"

"I have to sort him out, to see why this Qianzhou has turned out this way."

"This matter is urgent, curse his ancestors thoroughly."

On that day, with heavy snow, the Daoist let out a grand sound amidst the snow, evidently very irritable.

He stretched out his hands to embrace the two children in his arms, the Pure Yang energy filling the air, and soon the bodies of the children warmed up.

"Taoist uncle, where are we going?"

"To eat, to feast on fish and meat."

"Where can we find fish and meat to eat now?"

"Whoever has it, we’ll eat theirs, the Huang family’s Master’s house surely has some, kill them and everybody will have food to eat!" The Daoist revealed a bloodthirsty smile with a grin.

"Good! Kill them, they are bad.

Taoist uncle feeds everyone, Taoist uncle is good!" The younger child’s eyes sparkled with hatred, yet he laughed and clapped, "Taoist uncle, what’s your Taoist name? I heard from my mom that Daoists all have Taoist names."

The Daoist paused mid-stride, licked his lips and replied:

"I am the Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Saviour of the Suffering, Slow Cooker of Little Fire and Fast Reducer of Thick Oil Red Sauce Fresh Fragrant Savory Thick Soup Grand Sir."

The two children would never forget that day.

That day, the entire Huang family was put to death, the Daoist distributed grain to the poor, and they feasted grandly with the two children.

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Two and a half years later.

A Daoist in red robes slammed his wine bowl onto the ground with force.

"The wine in the cup is never-ending, the heads of foreign races never cease."

"The enemy is in Qianzhou, today I enter the capital!"

At this moment, in a restaurant in the ancient capital Jin City of the great Dahan Dynasty, someone recognized the red-robed Daoist and could not help but exclaim loudly:

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"That’s the Demon Daoist, the Blood Robe!"

"This person doesn’t conform to the royal ways, sabotaging the Empress Dowager’s efforts to make peace with the foreign races. He has been wanted by the Royal City, and at the advice of the State Preceptor, Master Jiujie, he’s been declared the world’s foremost fiendish Daoist, his purple Taoist robes stained red with blood."

"The Blood Robed Daoist has traveled throughout the two capitals and thirteen provinces of the great Dahan Dynasty, killing over a million foreign races in these two and a half years, and now he intends to enter the Royal City, which will likely mean more blood and carnage."

In these times, the Blood Robed Daoist’s reputation was both lauded and maligned across the land.

Some praised his actions, while others furiously denounced his excessive slaughter as too extreme.

Corrupt officials from the great Qian dynasty who fell into his hands were also killed!

And merchants who engaged in devious schemes, also killed!

However, there were those behind the scenes manipulating public opinion, inverting right and wrong, ignoring that these people were all traitors and betrayers of their country.

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In the Royal City, at the peak of the Forbidden Purple Summit.

The Daoist stood against the State Preceptor, the monk Jiujie, atop the dynasty’s great formation.

"Now, it seems to me that I have found the crux of the matter."

"This Royal City has become tainted."

"The unslain who should have been killed are everywhere, everywhere!

Jiujie the monk frowned:

"Bloody Daoist, your slaughter is excessive; do you not fear the difficulty of the heart tribulation?"

"With respect for the cultivation you’ve achieved with difficulty, I advise you."

"When the bodies fill fields and cities, who can dam the heavenly river to cleanse the armor and weapons?"

The Daoist in the blood-red robe laughed loudly under the Yuan Yue, "With half the realm fallen, under the iron hooves of foreign tribes the horses stand silenced, what care I for passing the heart tribulation?

"Other high cultivators fear the heart tribulation, I’ve lived my life fearless and without regret, what is there to fear?"

"Should the heart tribulation transform into a heart devil, I shall slay the devil."

"Whoever dares to stop me, I will kill gods if they block me, and buddhas too!"

"Ha! Ignite the seven emotions, burn the six desires, all thirteen Pure Yang flames are void!"

"Pure Yang Holy Seal Heavenly Light!"

With a fierce shout, the blood-robed Daoist struck in anger, Pure Yang’s radiance illuminating the Royal City, exposing all demons and wicked spirits without a place to hide.

"Ah! Damn it!"

"The True Law of Pure Yang has ignited my five yin in blazing fury, breaking my elixir cauldron’s profound mysteries. Now, I, the State Preceptor, must reveal my true form!"

With a desolate howl, the State Preceptor’s skin cracked open, transforming into a black eight-headed serpent surrounded by dark flames.

"Haha, I had just entered the Royal City and saw the demonic energy soaring to the heavens, never expecting that a foreign demon god was lurking within, usurping the high position of the State Preceptor."

"You never expected that, eh? I saw through you not being human at first glance."

"Your hidden tail swishing around, you’re not a real monk at all."

"The high officials within the Royal City have all become your puppets, haven’t they?"

As they spoke, the two were not idle, launching their ultimate moves, creating a tumultuous storm in the heavens.

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"You’re utterly mad, Daoist! Stop at once! I am willing to issue a Divine Decree for the foreign troops to retreat. If we continue fighting, even if you don’t die, your foundations will be utterly destroyed."

"Retreat your mother’s retreat."

"Mountains may be uprooted, rivers can be severed, but I alone, the poor Daoist, shall not bow to regret. Die for me!"

In the final ultimate move’s thunder, between life and death for the Daoist, his thoughts were dyed by the power of Pure Yang, slowly turning golden. As the eight-headed serpent turned to ash, a shadow of a snake biting at the blood-robed Daoist’s half body emerged.