Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 487 - 337: I have realized again, Lord Tan Lang, take my sword strike, the advancing Yi Taoist.

"Extra, extra, the top sixty-four contenders of this assembly are now determined."

"Shock defeat at Zhen Tian Sea City! Hai Tianwu suffers a loss to Qin Qingyun of Qianyuan Sword Sect, a defeat that True Monarch Hai Tianwu confidently declares he shall return from. He vows to personally visit Qianyuan Sword Sect to seek guidance, showcasing the demeanor of a true warrior."

"In two days’ time, Qin Qingyun will face off against Lord Tan Lang of Free Heaven, with the betting odds at 20:1. Fellow Daoists claim it’s as good as picking up money. The esteemed predecessor of the Divine Machinery Sect commented that Lord Tan Lang might still be holding back, but with bad luck, he fears this could be the end of the line."

"The Loose Cultivator powerhouse, Ice Sun True Monarch, breezes through to four victories, breaking into the top sixty-four. Mastering both ice and flame Daoist magic to perfection, he defeated the True Monarch of Ancient Tomb from the Evil Heaven Gate. The Divine Machinery Sect’s esteemed predecessor believes he has the strength to reach the top sixteen."

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"In two days, the battle will be fierce as the True Demon Sect of Fan Saint faces against Master Ku Chen, the ageless monk from Mount Sumeru’s Chan Monastery. Which mighty force will prevail?"

Inside the Bamboo Heaven Cave, Yi Chen looked at the flurry of news, struggling to suppress a grin harder than suppressing an ’ak,’ and couldn’t help but break into a lordly smile.

While some of this news was indeed fueled by forces loyal to King Jing, the majority were results of the combined efforts of various powers and independents, representing the common consensus among cultivators.

Thanks to his ’outstanding’ performance in the previous fight with True Monarch of the Yellow Dragon, coupled with the rare on-the-spot insights demonstrated by Qin Qingyun from the Qianyuan Sword Sect, her momentum has surged uncontested for now.

"Good, good, good, just like that, put more effort into it." Yi Chen closed the information in front of him with satisfaction, and after baiting the hook, he continued with his fishing.

While keeping an eye on the float, Yi Chen multi-tasked by contemplating his next move for the Heavenly Scourge High Above strategy.

As for his promising disciple Qin Qingyun, he had sent her to cultivate, clearly indicating she had spare time to join him for fishing—meaning she wasn’t fully occupied with her tasks, ensuring no one disturbed his fishing time.

Raising his view high, overlooking the entire scene, he saw the crystal clear lake shimmering with ripples. On top of a long stone platform that resembled a coffin, a burly Daoist with his back to the world was fishing in peace.

Below the stone platform, in the shallow areas of the lake, numerous spirit herbs with faint glows swayed gently in the water.

Further down in the lake, where the water became darker and seemingly bottomless, a series of small and dense air bubbles occasionally rose to the surface, possibly indicating something terrifying brewing underneath.

Suddenly, water splashed and a peculiar black cat emerged, holding in its mouth an odd fish about the length of three fingers, crackling with electric sparks.

Unlike the painstaking preparations of other cultivators, everything here was so serene: the gentle sky light pouring down, an image of tranquility.

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Time is like a wild donkey, once it starts running, it does not stop. The two days passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside a small windowed chamber, a woman garbed with a blue sword strapped to her back and a full chest was softly speaking to a beautiful female cultivator.

After thinking for a moment, she chuckled lightly and said, "Qing Yun, even when a lion fights a rabbit, it uses all its might. Observing the Doumu Origin Lord’s effort to hide her smugness, I fear that Lord Tan Lang of Free Heaven is not as simple as he seems."

"Hehe, Master, what does it matter if he is not as simple as he seems? With the Purple Lightning in hand, let him use all his magical techniques, I shall cut them down with a single sword stroke."

"We, as sword cultivators of the Qianyuan Sword Sect, have offensive capabilities that far surpass our peers. Although it’s extremely difficult for us to consolidate the realm of Dao Mastery, with such fellow Daoists serving as whetstones, Qing Yun will surely be able to advance further. It’s outrageous to even contemplate taking the top spot, but battling for one of the top four positions is certainly within reach for you."

In the hand of the beautiful cultivator, a purple sword instantly appeared, confirming that the sword she wielded in the battle against Hai Tianwu two days prior was not the same. It was apparent that she had held back as well.

"Then, here’s to the success of my disciple’s sword sharpening."

Seeing her disciple’s brimming confidence, the lovely woman couldn’t help but reach out with her jade hand to lift Qin Qingyun’s chin, teasing, "I wonder which lucky cultivator will have the fortune to become Qing Yun’s Dao companion. Truly, it would be a steal for him."

Before Qin Qingyun could respond, the amiable woman’s expression turned serious.

"Qing Yun, what is the essence of our Qianyuan Sword Sect’s swordsmanship?"

"The sword is unyielding!" Qin Qingyun answered without hesitation, curious as to why her master would pose such an outdated question.

"No, you’ve held onto that belief in the past, and as your master, I was pleased. However, with your current level of cultivation, persisting with such a notion means that, despite Qing Yun’s exceptional understanding—which is the best I’ve seen in my life—you would still find it difficult to catch up to your master’s pace."

"The sword should possess not only the sharpness to never break under pressure but also the resilience of water.

"The way of the Dao is to be unhindered, as the mountains are vast, capable of drawing breath, as the rivers and seas are vast, able to converge a thousand streams. Subtly enduring as if it exists, employing it inexhaustibly. If one comprehends techniques but not the Dao, it all ends in vanity."

"On the path of cultivation, no one gets an easy ride; only those who are unyielding are qualified to attain the pinnacle."

Recalling Doumu Origin Lord’s composed bearing from two days ago, the woman couldn’t help but feel a touch of unease flicker through her heart. With a shift in her thoughts, she earnestly imparted life lessons to her beloved disciple.

Outside of Taiwu City, an enormous platform with a diameter of ten thousand meters rose from the ground.

The first fight of the day was between Lord Tan Lang and Qin Qingyun.

The moment this ethereal maiden from the Qianyuan Sword Sect made her appearance, an earth-shattering chorus of shouts erupted from the crowd.

There were even calls for Qin Qingyun not to hold back, to defeat Lord Tan Lang within three moves.

Yi Chen remained calm, not the least bit angered; he knew that those who shouted the loudest had likely placed a lot of money on Qin Qingyun’s victory, and they were betting on a big win, particularly one decided within three moves.