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

"Therefore, I could display the partial aspect of Dragon Tiger Prowess, crushing Zhang Hu's Thunder Python with just a pair of bare hands."

As Yi Chen gazed at his suddenly enlarged pale golden palms, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a flash of cold light briefly flitted across his pupils.

The change between the tenth and ninth levels of the Pure Yang Dragon Tiger Supreme Technique was, in simple terms, like transforming a steam engine to an internal combustion engine, with greater and more robust kinetic energy.

To adapt to this, his body had undergone a transformation, radiating a metallic sheen when brimming with Inner Qi, merging everything into a unified whole.

Every cell in his body seemed to switch from steam engine to internal combustion engine power, with Qi serving as fuel, Inner Qi pervading his entire body, creating an extreme solidity through frantic friction, and breaking through any Formation with its kinetic energy.

"I really want to have a match with Zhang Daoyi to verify my current realm, but unfortunately, that's not possible."

"I still have to hold back. What harm could a little Daoist from a small town possibly do with his trivial lifeforce and meager Mana? I can't defeat him; no, I can't."

Yi Chen shook his head, suppressing the random thoughts in his heart, and withdrew the Qi that was surging within his palms.

Zhuangzi says, "In the company of wood geese, one must possess the transformation of dragons and snakes."

At this moment, he absolutely could not afford to reveal his true strength recklessly.

In other words, those who saw his true strength had to die.

After stretching his limbs, Yi Chen started to meditate and cultivate once again.

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On the sixth day, with only one day left before the minor competition, sunlight spread across the land.

A series of loud knocks on the door startled Yi Chen from his meditative state.

On Dragon Tiger Mountain, Yi Chen did not dare to brazenly take out the Thunder Exorcism Jade at the eleventh hour, so he spent the whole night pondering over the various wonders of the Pure Yang Dragon Tiger Supreme Technique's Qi.

"Daoist Brother, are you saying Master Jin Yezhi is inviting me over?" Yi Chen said with joy in his heart, addressing the honest-looking and robust young Daoist outside the door.

"Indeed, please come with me, Daoist friend."

Yi Chen naturally saw no reason to decline and, led by the robust Daoist, he hurried along, quickly reaching the peak of the Forging Peak.

An older Daoist with slightly gray hair stood in front of a fire furnace, sweating profusely, continuously casting various spells into the furnace.

As the tall Daoist cast spells, the swirling molten metal in the furnace gradually solidified into a coarse sword embryo, although it was still a distance away from taking its final form.

"Greetings to Master Jin Yezhi."

Yi Chen quickly stepped forward to pay his respects to the tall Daoist.

Jin Yezhi was a well-known forging expert on Dragon Tiger Mountain, a significant figure in the latter stages of the True Person Realm. If not for the Heavenly Master's intervention, perhaps Yi Chen would not have had the fortune to have Jin Yezhi strengthen his Dragon-Slaying Sword.

After a short while, wiping the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, Jin Yezhi finally turned around and said with a hearty laugh:

"So you are the young one who brought back the token from the old Heavenly Master?"

"I've been forging weapons all my life, but I've never made such an extreme weapon. Today, you've truly granted this old man his wish."

"Initially, I was worried that you wouldn't be able to wield such a fine sword, wasting many of my precious materials, but seeing you now, I know my worries were unfounded."

"Indeed, Daoist friend, you have an astonishing physique."

Amazement tinged Jin Yezhi's voice, as a trace of puzzlement flickered in his eyes; he always felt that there was a particular harmony of the Dragon Tiger spirit emanating from this Daoist in front of him.

"Master flatters me."

Just as Yi Chen was about to modestly demur, Jin Yezhi interrupted him.

"Alright, friend, no need to be humble. I've called you here because the Dragon-Slaying Sword is now at a crucial juncture. I have re-melted your sword with the Nine-Turn Blood Refining method. When the sword is about to be completed, you must infuse your essence and blood into the sword embryo every hour or so."

"Only then can you achieve a mutual understanding with the sword, commanding it as if it were part of your own body."

Observing the sword embryo in the fire furnace, Yi Chen had an idea and took out the white feather gifted by the giant crane from below Dragon Tiger Mountain, saying softly, "Master, I think this sword could be a bit larger and heavier."

"That would enhance its might."

The giant white crane, addressed as Uncle Ancestor White Crane by the Dragon Tiger Mountain Disciples, had given Yi Chen a feather that was an excellent material for forging.

Having spent many days recently in the Scripture Pavilion, Yi Chen was no ignoramus; he had specifically researched the use of this white feather.

If a light and agile Flying Sword were to be fused with this feather, its power would significantly increase.

However, the temper of the White Crane Uncle Ancestor from Dragon Tiger Mountain didn't seem very good; ordinary people really wouldn't dare to ask a True Spirit Level ancestor to pluck a feather…

Jin Yezhi fell silent for a long while, but still couldn't suppress the greed that a master forger felt towards top-quality forging materials. He took the white feather from Yi Chen's hand and said in a deep voice,

"Ah, you child."

"I was just thinking, this sword indeed still has some imperfections."

"I'll add to it the flame crystal copper, red essence gold, and sun true gold, plus another ten pieces…"

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Nine hours later, a pale-faced Yi Chen stored a glittering gold Dragon-Slaying Sword that was not much narrower than a door panel into his storage ring.

No other reason.

It was all because he had impulsively made an under-the-table deal with Jin Yezhi. The two-meter-long Dragon-Slaying Sword was stubbornly piled up with materials to reach two and a half meters...

The consequence of the makeshift plan was that the amount of vital blood required for each blood refinement increased dramatically. What was originally 150cc for a blood refinement session was pushed up to 300 by him. Good lord, nine continuous blood refinement sessions could not be interrupted.

Under such bloodletting, even Yi Chen's astonishing physique couldn't withstand it, and now he was even seeing double when looking at people.

Had it not been for his rapid recovery ability after reaching the Body-Breaking Realm, he wouldn't have done such a thing for all the tea in China.

"Ah, Yi Taoist, are you alright?"

"It's all my fault, my lack of consideration…" Jin Yezhi's expression was somewhat awkward; he had thought that since the materials belonged to the sect and the Heavenly Master had endorsed it, it could be reported. The white feather had gone into his own pocket, which was why he granted Yi Chen's request.

For a moment, he had completely forgotten that adding so many top-notch materials would massively increase the demand for vital blood in blood refinement.

This led to the current embarrassing situation.

Had the blood refinement not kept up, the Dragon-Slaying Sword, which had consumed so many precious materials, would've just turned into a lump of stubborn iron, and the numerous formations engraved on it would not have been activated, losing their wonder.

"It's not the master's fault; I… I need to rest for a while~"

"Master, I take my leave."

Yi Chen, of course, repeatedly stated he wouldn't dare.

He had originally thought that holding onto the white feather himself would only result in it gathering dust in the Scripture Pavilion, so he might as well make a profitable exchange with Jin Yezhi. Little did he know there would be such a big pitfall.

But he didn't regret it.

The three-meter True Yang Spirit was a thing of the past.

Now, under his True Yang Spirit · Dragon Tiger form, his spirit stood four meters tall, and the two and a half meter Dragon-Slaying Sword was just the right size for him to wield.

The newly reinforced Dragon-Slaying Sword, on Yi Chen's demand, had dense and intricate formations such as the Firm Formation, Red Sun Formation, and Gravity Formation added to it by Jin Yezhi with exquisite skill.

These formations may not have been the most exquisite, but they were numerous, especially the Red Sun Formation, which was significantly enhanced in power by the sun-attributed precious materials used throughout, making the current Dragon-Slaying Sword emit scorching waves even when standing nearby.

It was truly a supreme sword, a bane to evil treasures.

It achieved all of Yi Chen's initial requirements: discard everything else for size, weight, and toughness.

This was also a trump card he prepared for his entry into Yin Manor.

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In the following days, Yi Chen spent his time recuperating and in the Scripture Pavilion. When encountering people who struck up a conversation with him, he would happily chat away, making time fly swiftly.

Two days quietly passed, and Yi Chen finally recovered from his blood loss.

The triennial junior competition of Dragon Tiger Mountain was about to begin.

In a valley filled with birdsong and fragrant flowers, True Person Yuan Mountain sat in the place of honor, flanked by five white-haired elders, each radiating the mana pressure of a True Person Realm, revealing the unassuming foundation of Dragon Tiger Mountain. Clearly, they were leaders and peak masters from the different peaks.

Yi Chen sat at a lower position to the side, his robe unable to conceal the defined contours of his muscular physique, making the fabric protrude. He yawned boredly.

"Is Yi Taoist growing impatient? Ha ha, the competition is about to start," said True Person Yuan Mountain from the main seat, treating Yi Chen with great courtesy. He exchanged glances with the few elders before announcing in a loud voice,

"Activate the grand formation!"

"Disciples from each peak, enter the arena!"

"Begin the demonstrations!"

With his words, a ripple of golden light suddenly spread, enveloping half of the valley. Yi Chen's expression brightened slightly upon hearing this.