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

Two days later.

Mountains and rivers have calmed, and everything has returned to tranquility once more.

After a day of celebration, the people of the Eastern Lands in the Ancient Star Realm have begun to return to their new lives and production.

The scars on the earth are easier to heal thanks to Yi Chen's unparalleled cultivation. However, the scars within people's hearts are not so easily repaired—those require the mighty power of time.

The destructive power of the Dao Fruit battle was immense. Even with Yi Chen's effort to contain his strength, and the assistance of Dao Fruit cultivators Zhan Xingzi and Huan Guzi putting out fires and protecting the people, tens of thousands of unfortunate souls still met their untimely ends.

Of course, among these unfortunate souls were quite a few cultivators...

This group was practically bloodthirsty spectators. Faced with the battle of the Dao Fruits, they not only did not feel fear but instead exercised their mana to fly into the skies, rushing forward to witness the breathtaking battle. Ultimately, they were shredded to pieces by a random shockwave from who-knows-where.

One True Monarch cultivator left a particularly deep impression on Yi Chen. Before Old Deng died, he shouted, "To see such a battle in this lifetime, even dying is worth it!" Yi Chen greatly suspected this fellow was a water ghost looking for a scapegoat, still trying to drag others down even as he faced death.

Yet, one has to admit, Old Deng was a successful "water ghost," as he truly inspired the cultivators who came after...

The dead are gone, and the living move forward.

After the victory celebration, the remaining citizens who had evacuated their homes began returning in droves.

Among them were many who had lost loved ones.

"But so what if that's the case?"

"Grandson, when people live, they must look forward. Your parents had shallow blessings and lacked fate; let the past stay in the past."

"Ahead lies Yang City, where the great hero who saved the world was born. Such a great figure is truly someone whose blessings run profoundly. Grandpa will take you to the place where he once lived. Wouldn't it be great to catch some of his good fortune?"

On a worn-out ox cart, an old man and a young boy carry their meager belongings as they journey down the road.

Amid the creaking of the wooden wheels, the little boy hanging from the old man's side sported two long trails of snot. Whether those trails were caused by the cold or from crying, no one could say.

The old man reached out his coarse hand to pluck a broad leaf from the roadside and gently wiped away the boy's trails of snot.

"Is it... Is it True Monarch Yi Taoist... That big brother?"

"The celestial from the heavens who defeated the bad guys—that big brother?"

The boy stopped sobbing, and a hint of admiration suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Yes, that's him—that remarkable big brother."

Seeing his grandson finally cheer up, the old man couldn't help but smile.

He buried his sorrow deep inside and grinned widely, revealing a few yellow-and-black teeth as he drove his ox cart toward the distant city.

Others within the group had similar thoughts.

Creaking, creaking—the wheels etched shallow grooves into the ground. Before long, the grandfather-grandson pair steered their ox-cart into Yang City.

Halfway through their journey, the road ahead suddenly became congested.

A pack of soldiers, as fierce as wolves and tigers, charged forward, led by a clean-shaven middle-aged scholar, heading straight for a young, rotund man dressed in fine brocade!

"What are you doing? My father is Guo Dayan, and our Guo Family estate belongs to Fairy Shiran of the Heavenly Star Sect..."

Suddenly faced with such a turn of events, the young and wealthy rotund man's complexion changed drastically, immediately listing off his background like reporting dishes, fearing they had made a mistake.

"No mistake—we were looking for you, Young Master Guo!"

The fierce soldiers closed in around the rotund man, their faces lighting up with delight. One after another, they pulled out various items, equipping him with armor and insignias.

Soon enough, a majestic and utterly bewildered rotund young man stood in the middle of the long street.

The soldiers promptly knelt down on one knee, clasped their hands, and saluted:

"Your servants greet the Eastern Defense General!"

"Huh? You must have the wrong person! I... I don't even know how to command troops. How can I possibly be Great Qian's Eastern Defense General?"

"Young Master Guo, no need to worry. There are plenty of people in the Eastern Defense Army who can strategize and lead troops. You just need to come with us; we haven't made a mistake—our search specifically targeted Young Master Guo of the Guo Family in Yang City."

The clean-shaven 'middle-aged scholar' smiled graciously as he stepped forward to explain.

"Really? But I'm useless—a mere two hundred pounds of flesh, unfamiliar with cultivation. If I lead troops into battle, wouldn't I just be courting death?"

Young Master Guo's voice quivered, on the verge of tears.

"Spare me! I have a good friend—his name is Yi Chen. I've even shared drinks with Yi Taoist..."

"Haha, Young Master, we don't need you to lead any charges into battle."

The soldiers couldn't help but chuckle at his words.

"Then why bring me here?" Young Master Guo was completely flummoxed.

"You don't need to do anything, just return as the Eastern Defense General. With your destined general's fortune, commanding armies or fighting on the frontlines is beyond necessary for you."

The middle-aged scholar, voice slightly raspy, explained.

"Huh?"

"Enough with the surprises, Young Master—quickly take him away. If the other three kingdoms catch wind, it'll turn into a prolonged mess."

"We, Great Qian, must seize opportunities while they're right in front of us!"

Laughing heartily, the scholar led the party away swiftly, restoring order to the streets.

Once he inquired further, the old man finally understood the reason behind the earlier commotion.

He couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration.

"Little Bean, Yi Taoist is incredible."

"Turns out that young black-robed man earlier was the one Taoist Yi Chengzi had once mentioned—he could become a general!"

"See? Sure enough, his destiny lies among the stars. The Taoist truly was a sage. Isn't this proof unfolding here today?"

"Little Bean, let's pick up the pace and find the best spot near Yi Taoist's birthplace. Grandpa wants to help you absorb as much good fortune as possible."

The old man hoisted the boy onto his shoulders and cheerfully drove the ox cart down the road again.

"Grandpa, I want to become an immortal someday too!"

"I'll be a good immortal like Yi Taoist, someone noble who defeats evil." The boy looked around, clutching his grandfather's shirt tightly as he proudly declared.

"Alright! Our Little Bean will grow up to be an immortal, too!"

The old man's eyes flashed with a trace of melancholy, but he responded with a smile.

"Here comes the future little immortal! Black Ox, let's move!"

"We're off to absorb good fortune!"

With a long and resonant call, the ox—an animal of uncanny intelligence—trotted enthusiastically down the long street.

Meanwhile, in Qian Country, at the illustrious Qiluo Palace headquarters of the Ancient Star Realm—

The virtuous, world-shaking Pure Yang Yi Taoist was examining the palm of a mesmerizing white-robed fairy:

"Lady Bai Lian, your palm lines... hmm… ominous indeed!"

"This humble Taoist predicts, you're destined to achieve greatness in the future!"

"Really? Lord Ying Si, Lian'er will gladly accept those auspicious words." The white-robed fairy's face lit up with joy.

"Of course. I, Ying Si, have never minced words!" Yi Chen chuckled amiably, then furrowed his brows.

"But, Fairy, your palm lines' later course looks less optimistic—you might need to break through it eventually!"

Yi Chengzi, Yi Chengzi—Great Qin's number one cosplayer. Draped in new disguise for the sake of maintaining his idol-like image, he proceeded to flirt with the cosplaying fairy.

Since the Heaven and Earth Furnace cannot cease to burn, within the remaining seven days of this body's life—why not enjoy it?

This decision was also Yi Chengzi's way of rewarding Master Peng Jiao's Three Corpse Primordial Spirits for the unparalleled feats displayed in the last grand battle.

Having coordinated with Zhan Xingzi and others, Yi Chen's current whereabouts were naturally kept secret. The masses believed he was in seclusion when, in reality, only a select few from the Heavenly Star Sect knew his true location—engaged in overtime work.

If you only had seven days left to live, what would you choose to do?

Yi Chen cast his vote with his feet.

Day one: The victory celebration, followed by eliminating the last three Immortal Platform demons of the Western Lands, and enjoying theater performances in brothels.

Day two: More theater performances in brothels.

Day three: Still theatre performances in brothels.

…

Day six.

"What the hell, Fairy He Xian! What are you trying to do? Why are YOU here? Get out of my room!"

The night sky sparkled with stars as an uninvited guest suddenly appeared.

This guest was a female cultivator dressed in royal attire, carrying a lantern. Her lips glowed red without the touch of paint; her brows shined green despite the lack of embellishment. A vivid red Zhu Sha adorned her brow like a gem, making her beauty under the night seem heart-stopping.

The faint scent of her fragrance filled the room!