Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 618 - 386: With a Single Word Dismiss, With a Word Promote, Return, Truly World-Renowned! The Halberd Advances in Rank._3

However, it was all for naught: the monks who came down from the mountain sealed their lips, not making a peep when questioned.

This caused many people to become restless, and rumors began to ferment, spawning various versions of the story.

Latter, an individual with an informed network further spread the news, claiming to have seen a monk from Kutuo Temple fleeing in flight, clutching his buttocks, his expression filled with immense pain. It was unknown what kind of torture he had endured to make such a master unable to hide his facial expressions.

Thanks to a certain Taoist who vigorously promoted sensational literature without revealing his name, there suddenly emerged those with a taste for such gossip, spreading tales that this handsome monk was brought low and had barely escaped with his life after being 'bent over.'

The world is like a giant boomerang, in the end equally avenging itself on everyone.

Of course, no sooner had this version of the story arisen than it was snuffed out by two immensely powerful, mysterious forces.

"Ah, Yi Chengzi, I will kill you!"

"Ah, martial uncle, please be gentle."

The slit-like, phoenix eyes of the monk were now brimming with hot tears.

Too cruel.

How could there be such cruel divine powers in this world?

"Monk, bear with it a bit."

Inside the pristine meditation chamber, a large 'medicine' character caught the eye.

The Bodhisattva, gazing upon a hook missing a large piece, felt a chill despite his many years of arduous cultivation.

This this this this this...

What a cruel spell.

After trying seventy-two different healing methods, even the Bodhisattva, with his level of cultivation, couldn't help but break into a sweat on his forehead.

Too cruel.

How could there be such cruel divine powers in this world?

"Martial uncle, is there still a cure?" The monk's expression was distorted.

"With the level of your cultivation, nephew, using a vast amount of Buddha power to wear away the strange force that torments you, you will surely no longer suffer like this," replied the Bodhisattva, displaying high emotional intelligence.

"Martial uncle..."

"Ah, foolish child, that Yi Chengzi has indeed surpassed his limits, and the path he masters is mighty and boundless, already forming a semblance of the essence of power."

"Unless your realm is on par with his, you could perhaps slowly recover with your own cultivation and an immense amount of time, retrieving your true self."

"As it stands, I am unable to aid you, martial nephew. This divine power seems to erase everything from its root; if even your Cultivation Body feels unharmed, as if this is the norm, with no imperfection, then what recovery is there to speak of?"

The Bodhisattva's faint voice echoed, the monk no longer spoke, his whitening knuckles alone bore witness to his mood at the moment.

"Monk, it's actually not as bad as you think. At worst, just quickly utilize Buddha's essence to wear away the effects when you eat the Spirit Fruit, take the Spirit Pill, or drink the Spiritual Wine, it's not troublesome," assured the Bodhisattva.

"Martial uncle, don't continue, I would like some time to myself," the monk said.

The door creaked slowly closed.

Not long thereafter, a peculiar piece of news began to circulate among the circles of top cultivators.

"One must be careful of Yi Chengzi's Holocaust True Sun divine power, it is extremely cruel! Unfilial!"

While these messages did not spread as widely as the previous rumors, the shock they caused among the upper echelon of cultivators was decidedly more profound.

World-Shaking Pure Yang, with notoriously bad repute, was indeed a sight for sore eyes.

Yi Chen, of course, was completely unaware of everything happening in the outside world; he was currently looking at the Halberd Child who, having just devoured four top-grade Buddhist treasures, had fallen into a deep slumber:

"Eat your fill and then sleep. Halberd Child, I hope next time you awake, you do not disappoint this poor Taoist."

"I've fed you so many good things; you better start showing some results!"

There was no response from the Halberd Child, as if oblivious to everything happening in the world. Before anyone knew it, a thin layer of "colorful cocoon" had started forming on the Holy Halberd.

The cocoon layer grew thicker and thicker...

"Forget it." After putting away the Halberd Child, Yi Chen bit on a blade of grass and lay down on a seat in the carriage, Pipi Bao immediately began to dash with the carriage at breakneck speed.

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At this point, Pipi Bao was no longer uninformed; now it pulled the carriage with expertise, traveling over mountains and through rivers, all the while maintaining excellent handling.

Yi Taoist's two spirit beasts had now each found their own paths, each with their unique characteristics and their own areas of expertise.