Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"I don't know, just arranged to meet him three days later at the Flame Pillar Peak of the Worshiping Fire Path."

Those who often take lives know that after killing, it's best to drink a cup of good tea to cleanse the aura and calm the heart; Yi Chen downed the tea from the porcelain cup in one gulp.

The fragrance of the tea diffused through the air.

It was the Ling Mist Path Tea worth ten thousand taels per catty.

It had the effect of calming the mind and focusing the spirit, something he had scavenged from the ruins of the Worshiping Fire Path before.

Of course, now the tea bore the surname Yi.

"Don't know?" Lin Zhenbei asked strangely.

Yi Chen sighed, "Brother Lin, what we value in Hidden Dragon Temple is purity and inaction. If it weren't for the Worshiping Fire Path's aggressive stance, I wouldn't have taken such drastic measures."

"I accidentally killed the Great Elder of the Ming Fire Sect, so naturally, I had to send a card to talk with the Sect Hierarch of the Ming Fire Sect."

Lin Zhenbei: "... 'Accidentally'?"

Lin Zhenbei, with a complex look, gave Yi Chen a salute before leaving.

"Master, the remaining wealth from the Worshiping Fire Path has been tallied by my men, and they will convert it into gold and silver to be handed over to you through other channels," Chief Zhang reported respectfully as he approached.

"Hmm, I trust you with this task. Hand over the gold and silver to my disciple; there's no need for it to pass through my hands," Yi Chen nodded approvingly.
Experience tales at empire

Chief Zhang was reliable in his duties.

"Master..." Chief Zhang hesitated, then placed two thousand-tael silver notes by the side of Yi Chen's desk.

"Speak your mind quickly," Yi Chen glanced at the silver notes but didn't take them.

"Master, I've heard that the Prefectural Governor of Ping'an County died yesterday from a sudden illness."

"I want to be the next Prefectural Governor," Chief Zhang declared, clenching his teeth and pouring out his heart.

If it weren't for Yi Chen's current prestigious status and being within the temple, he wouldn't dare entertain such a thought.

But now that the opportunity was at his fingertips, he couldn't bear not to strive for it.

Perhaps this was his only chance in life, and opportunities often come to those who are prepared.

Yi Chen: "..."

"You're quite well-informed, aren't you?"

"Master, I desire to advance," Chief Zhang said with humble deference.

"If I become the Prefectural Governor, I could serve you even better, Master~" Chief Zhang continued with his eyes downcast.

"Fine, I'll give it a try. I'll write a recommendation letter for you soon. Take some local specialties and pay a visit to the Prefectural Governor. Take your silver notes back; I don't need those few coppers from you now," Yi Chen conceded after some thought, and immediately composed a letter.

With the Worshiping Fire Path gone, the power vacuum it left was naturally filled by Hidden Dragon Temple, and if he could replace the Prefectural Governor with Chief Zhang, it would be beneficial for the development of Hidden Dragon Temple.

At night, Yi Chen sat in front of the window, gazing at the bright moon in the sky.

Moonlight cascaded down, slowly seeping into his body.

Next to him, there were two daggers; one was a jade dagger that his disciple had obtained unwittingly. During the day, he had casually threatened the man in the black robe, who then spilled everything he knew,

He only mentioned that this jade dagger closely resembled the key to a Secret Realm that their Ming Fire Sect had been searching for; beyond that, he knew nothing more.

The other dagger was a low-level Magic Artifact that Yi Chen had found.

Picking up this dagger, Yi Chen gazed at it under the moonlight for a while before suddenly biting down on it fiercely.

Crunch!

Crunch!

With his mouth wide open, Yi Chen crunched the dagger and swallowed it down in just a few bites.

A faint warm stream suddenly sprang to life in his stomach and meandered around.

With a flick of his finger, a fine trail of gray dust flew from his fingertips, emanating a color of utter stillness; it was clear that all the power absorbable by the Magic Artifact had been completely consumed by some kind of thief.

This was one of the Wan Hua True Intent techniques, Strong Devouring.

Even dead objects like ores and Magic Artifacts, he was able to forcibly extract any useful energy from them.

After some deliberation, Yi Chen still put away the jade dagger, deciding not to test if his teeth could digest it.