Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 592 - 377: Qin Army Instructor Yi Taoist, The Five Fierce Corpses of Heaven and Earth, Buddhism’s Retribution

The torrential rain poured down on the muddy mountain path, where the wheels rolled over, pressing deep ruts into the ground.

A black steed blew out its breath noisily, stopping before a broken stretch of road, the breath from its nostrils turning into white mist in the air, slowly drifting away.

"Master, there's been a landslide up ahead; the road is blocked, and we can't get across," said a young girl dressed in coarse hemp clothes, seated on the cart frame. She looked towards the tall figure seated in the carriage with a fanatical gleam in her eyes, as if looking upon a deity!

"Damn, what a nuisance," she muttered.

"It's always raining; it's as if it won't give me any face," he grumbled.

Pulling aside the curtain, a tall elder stepped down from the carriage.

Yi Chen got out of the carriage and, looking up at the pouring rain, pursed his lips, forcefully suppressing the urge to use his Extreme Origin to disperse the rain clouds in the sky. Closing his eyes briefly to sense his surroundings, and seeing that there was no one around, he slightly bent his legs and crouched down, like a lightly compressed spring.

Then suddenly, one large hand reached out to the cart frame and another extended towards the belly of the horse. In the astonished gaze of Bai Shishi, who might as well have seen a ghost, the spring recoiled back to its original state.

Only after a fleeting glance from a swift in the sky did Bai Shishi realize that she had landed on a mountain path hundreds of meters away from the breach.

The big black horse, in a panic, pawed at the muddy ground, turning back to look at Yi Chen.

Its eyes displayed an almost human emotion: scared to death.

"Alright, we're here," he announced.

"You continue to drive the cart. Remember, we are now just ordinary wandering warrior-adventurers. Don't give ourselves away," he instructed.

Yi Chen clapped his hands, signaling that everything was taken care of.

Bai Shishi looked towards the towering figure in the curtain of rain with even greater reverence.

The leap just now was effortless, with no sign of straining strength, no leakage of power, and no flash of sorcery. Yet, the Master had carried such a weight across a breach of several tens of meters in a single bound – what an incredible feat of strength.

"Master, were there ever martial artists who reached the pinnacle and stood shoulder to shoulder with cultivators in the True Person Realm?" she asked.

Travelling together, Bai Shishi was no longer a mere commoner, having been taught quite a bit by Yi Chen about the world of cultivation.

Hearing the young girl's words, Yi Chen cracked a smile, revealing a row of stark white teeth, and casually reached out to pat her head.

"Silly child, martial artists standing shoulder to shoulder with masters of the True Person Realm? Now that's a bold thought. Why don't you say there are martial artists who can slay masters of Dao Mastery, awe gods and shock immortals?" he teased.

"A martial artist with talent and intelligence to match cultivators at the Qi Refinement Realm is already unparalleled in the world. To stand shoulder to shoulder with True Persons, True Monarchs, or even Dao Mastery True Monarchs, what world-shaking wisdom it would take to reach such a realm."

"Such a person, I am certain, is truly unprecedented!"

Bai Shishi leaned against the side of the carriage, docile as a kitten, a far cry from her frenzied demeanor of fighting with Chen Xiao and Huang Feiren.

At his words, a flicker of disappointment crossed her eyes: "Master, is there really no way?"

"Of course, there's a way!"

"Master, where lies the path?" Hope surfaced on Bai Shishi's face, her grip on the long sword tightened, veins standing out on the back of her hand.

After mixing the residue of a Spirit Pill that Miao Zi had consumed with some water and giving the large black horse a drink, Yi Chen turned to the young girl and smiled:

"My disciple, have you not heard that heaven never seals off all the exits?"

"Didn't the spiritual cultivators of ancient times blaze trails and pave the way step by step, venturing into the unknown? The martial path may be a dead end, or it may be a broad avenue, but no one has ventured far enough to tell. Who can be certain?"

After speaking, Yi Chen stepped back into the carriage, lifting the curtain with a big hand, and a profound statement drifted from his lips.

"Disciple, there is no path in this world until someone walks it; only then, does the path emerge," he declared.

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"A martial artist must possess an unwavering conviction, an indomitable spirit of 'if not me, then who?'

"Show your courage, forge ahead through thick and thin, and open up a new path for the world. Your master has faith in you! I will help you as much as I can, polish and refine your abilities."

"Remember, as long as you want to walk, the path lies at your feet! Go for it!"

With the curtain falling shut, the young girl's heart surged with emotion.

Yi Chen nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself: "Drink up this 'chicken soup' for the soul, my disciple. I look forward to seeing you bring the 'Supreme Eight Calamities Sword' to the twenty-third level, a win-win for us both."

Indeed, Bai Shishi was a rare talent in the martial way; in just half a month, she had mastered the third layer of the "Supreme Eight Calamities Sword" taught to her by Yi Chen. Her sword techniques were smoothly integrated with her being, prompting Yi Chen to invest a bit more in her training.

The breakthrough of her True Technique was now just a matter of time, and he could start sowing some seeds.

Inside the carriage, all was quiet.

With a mere thought, Yi Chen took the black gem hanging around his neck into his hand.

"As long as I wish to walk, the path is at my feet! Deep Red!"

With an inward cry, the balance of his Deep Red Points suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Deep Red Value: 2780118]

"It's almost time," he mused.

"Even with my exceptional wisdom, I could elevate my True Technique to the twentieth level without using Deep Red, but there's no need. Using Deep Red is obviously quicker!"

The Demon's Relic had shrunk in size compared to half a month ago, revealing a strange metallic substance that was not quite black nor purple where the black had faded.

The Demon's Relic was among the most mystical items Yi Chen had encountered, possessing an aura of demons, and furthermore, it was somewhat similar in nature to the bizarre tokens from the time of the celestial phenomenon.

That was because theDeep Red Points within could not be absorbed all at once, but gradually, like the tides.

"I wonder if it's because of the strange metallic substance in this item. I really want to capture the monks from Kutuo Temple and torture them until they reveal how they created such a mysterious object," he pondered.