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

The commander of the Chiyan Army looked at the half-tiger head in Yi Chen's hand and exchanged a glance with Feng Linsu, their hearts filled with shock.

A severely injured seventh-layer demon of the True Person Realm is not something any random cat or dog can provoke.

Moreover, this criminal was a tiger demon, naturally endowed with unparalleled strength, far exceeding that of rats and weasels of the same level.

"Paying more is not a problem, Taoist. Join the Chiyan Army; money, Cultivation Techniques, resources, none of it is a problem," the army commander, quite the sly fox, his eyes grew intense, his speech persuasive and forceful.

A competent leader is a master at using affirmative and negative statements, and the commander's Tai Chi push hands sent the ball rolling back again, revealing a delicacy that didn't match his appearance.

Thankfully, Yi Chen wasn't aiming for that.

"Even without extra pay, let me be the one to chop that ghostly thing," Yi Chen's gaze shifted, saying menacingly as he looked toward the Sky Evil Ghost King.

"This ghostly creature is still useful to my Chiyan Army, I'm afraid we also can't hand it over to you, fellow Daoist," the commander still shook his head in refusal.

"Then let me chop that scholar by the Ghost King's side. This scoundrel insulted me, calling me a mixed-up thing; and yes, there's also that bandaged evildoer who fled, called the Wooden Corpse Daoist, who has targeted me many times. Please, commander, hand this person over for me to deal with," Yi Chen said.

Although his words finally revealed his cards, his demeanor showed a vengeful determination.

From the beginning, Yi Chen never expected the commander to actually pay him more. To even broach the subject was merely an opening gambit.

His ultimate goal was that rat demon scholar beside the Ghost King.

The moment he laid eyes on the captured Sky Evil Ghost King and the scholar, he knew that the Ghost King was absolutely out of the question, but there was a chance with the rat demon.

Most people prefer to negotiate and compromise. If you directly ask the commander for the rat demon, chances are he won't agree, but going through a process could greatly increase the likelihood of success.

What's permissible once may not be twice; what's permissible twice may not be thrice.

Perhaps because he felt somewhat indebted to Yi Chen, or maybe because he had already rebuffed Yi Chen several times, facing such a young and powerful expert, the commander pondered briefly before nodding in agreement.

"Fine, that rat demon will be handed over to you, fellow Daoist," he said.

Compared to when they were in Wujang Prefecture, the commander's way of addressing Yi Chen had unknowingly been upgraded from 'young friend' to 'fellow Daoist.'

For a moment, Yi Chen's heart burst with joy. The art of language, in the right situation, is a powerful thing.

"Convey my orders, focus on the pursuit of a bandaged evildoer. Whoever succeeds will be rewarded with five hundred military points," the commander bellowed the command through a large conch.

Instantly, the Chiyan Army and the Zhenan Bureau experts scattered on the surrounding hills all received this message, their spirits lifting.

"Who exactly is this person that the commander would name for capture?" murmured one armored guard from his hilltop post to his companion.

From the small silver conches hanging around their waists, the commander's steady voice suddenly emerged.

"Why worry about so much, this guy is worth five hundred military points; get him!" An originally listless guard was now invigorated.

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Now, the Wooden Corpse Daoist, who had been escaping just fine, found himself in serious trouble, feeling that fortune was against him.

In the dark of night, the military guards would forsake others just to catch him.

For instance, as he just passed by a pig demon half-beaten to death by a Zhenan Bureau expert, the man spotted him from afar and immediately abandoned the pig demon, nearly within his grasp, heading straight for him.

It was as if he had seen a ghost.

"The one wrapped in cloth is the Wooden Corpse, the one wrapped in cloth is the Wooden Corpse!"

"The one covered with sores is the Wooden Corpse, the one covered with sores is the Wooden Corpse!"

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At this moment, with just a casual word from Yi Chen, some were being chased with nowhere to ascend to heaven, nowhere to enter the earth.

Although the Wooden Corpse Daoist was cunning and full of tricks, within the time it took to drink a cup of tea, he was captured by two powerful military guards and brought before the commander.

Seeing Yi Chen's mocking smile, his heart turned to ashes, cursing himself for his loose tongue.

"Wooden Corpse fellow Daoist, you did have a lot to say, didn't you? Tell me, what head is this?"

With a cracking sound, Yi Chen swung the Dragon-Slaying Sword toward the scholar's neck, a six-yang head was seized in his palm, and blood sprayed skyward.

A stream of data suddenly appeared before his eyes.

With a single utterance, Yi Chen had earned himself another five hundred Deep Red Points.

"This, this is the head of a huge rat..." the Wooden Corpse Daoist stammered, looking at the head in Yi Chen's hand, not quite understanding his intent.

"Wrong! It is clearly a duck head!"

Another stream of blood soared skyward.

Yi Taoist's list of enemies decreased by one.

"Commander, thank you very much. Please take care of the rat demon's corpse," said Yi Chen, tossing the head of the scholar to the ground and expressing his gratitude.

In a moment, everyone present had narrowed their pupils, and Cui Yu felt a chill in his heart, his eyes darting away, not daring to meet Yi Chen's gaze.

Clearly, Yi Chen's ruthlessness and insistence on vengeance had shaken him.

"Murder to intimidate the heart, that Wooden Corpse Daoist was even mocked by this man before his death."

"That scholar was just scolded as a confused mess while advising him, and he specifically asked the commander to hand over the scoundrel's life."

"I am a nobleman's son; I must not clash with such earthenware pots."

"With such a person, if he does not die a violent death, then his name will spread across the land; I must inform my family to avoid provoking him lightly," Cui Yu thought and retreated behind Shen Hui, eyes downcast.