Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 651 - 401: The Emperor and the Daoist, the Virtue of the Daoist Priest!

"This... Ah, during the great battle, it did cost the Emperor quite a bit," Yi Chen said with a quiet glance at the purple robe of Daoist Lin Luo standing in front of him, he immediately responded with a serious tone.

"Unfortunately, I have always been a man of integrity, with just the wind blowing through my empty sleeves, and not much in the way of savings. Otherwise, I should bear part of the expenses for this Limit-Breaking Ceremony."

"Please convey to the Emperor, Daoist Lin Luo, that this State Preceptor Coronation Ceremony should be as simple as possible. We mustn't be extravagant and wasteful, otherwise I will not be at ease," Yi Chen whispered, secretly peering at the purple robes of Daoist Lin Luo in front of him, then immediately returning to a stern response.

Lin Luo's eyes shimmered as she quickly extracted the key point from his words:

They should go all out with the extravagance, make a big show of it, the Hidden Dragon Temple is destitute, and he, Yi Taoist, cannot afford to pay.

However, Lin Luo didn't mind, and with a smile curving her eyes and brows, she immediately responded, "What are you saying, Daoist? If our Great Qin celebrates you as the State Preceptor with shabbiness, wouldn't that be laughable to outsiders?"

"As for the idea of you, Daoist, personally covering part of the expenses, that's completely nonsensical. Do not mention such things again."

"It's just pitiful for Lin Luo. Given my relationship with the Daoist, my purse is going to bleed heavily this time."

At that moment, the purple-haired girl surprisingly made a joke, making Yi Chen unable to help but chuckle.

Looking at the tall and burly Daoist's handsome face, Lin Luo also felt slightly moved.

"A thousand cups are too few when drinking with a bosom friend, while half a word is too much with someone who does not share your views. The moment I met the Daoist it was as if we were kindred spirits. Although at that time, Lin Luo asserted that you were not a common being—a dragon lurking in shallow waters—this day has arrived even faster than I expected," she said.

"In several days' time, you will be the State Preceptor, standing above me in rank."

"Your cultivation has also improved leaps and bounds. The way you effortlessly blocked a palm strike from Qian Xuanzi, the hermit of Dragon Tiger Mountain, without suffering the slightest injury, was truly shocking."

While Lin Luo was speaking, a large hand suddenly landed on her shoulder:

"Rank and station such matters should not be mentioned. Daoist Lin Luo, you are warm-hearted and have helped me greatly, surely you have been working behind the scenes on my behalf, blocking many troubles. Please, do not speak of such things again."

"Otherwise, it would mean you no longer consider me a friend."

"As for cultivation, if you ever encounter any insurmountable difficulty, feel free to look for me at any time, or just mention my name. Nowadays, there are not many who would dare disrespect me," Yi Chen said.

Yi Chen's cultivation had reached a level where not many things could pose a real problem for him anymore.

To some, the insurmountable Flame Mountain was just a puddle that could be extinguished with a single pee in his eyes, Yi Chengzi.

This was the true value of his World-Shaking Pure Yang stature.

"Daoist, you always put righteousness first. Even though our statuses have vastly changed since the old days, you still treat friends with equality. I naturally trust your character," Lin Luo said with a clear, bell-like voice, a sparkle of laughter in their shared glance.

Suddenly, without knowing who moved closer and who stepped back, the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, riding the wind, sweeping across the vast expanse of sky, looking down upon mountains and rivers below.

Beautiful mountains and rivers filled their sight.

Clouds receded by their sides, surpassing the Trapped Realm Mountains and entering the territory of Great Qin, Lin Luo and Yi Chen left their group behind and returned to Sea Dragon City ahead of schedule.

At that moment, a familiar yet strange mountain peak suddenly appeared in Yi Chen's vision, causing his pupils to shrink slightly.

"This... This is... Falling Dragon Mountain?"

In the distance, on the plain, a familiar mountain over a thousand meters tall loomed into view.

Back when he, Yi Chengzi, was on that mountain, he had slain a wild boar king and picked tonic herbs for his younger disciple brother cultivating his vital essences.

Naturally, that was back when Hidden Dragon Temple was poor, more suited to impoverished physiques like his younger disciple. Now, however, that was no longer necessary.

With his abundant supply of resources, Qing Feng and Ming Yue were even advancing toward the late stages of the vital essence cultivation phase.

Familiar memories flooded back.

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Seeing Yi Chen's astonished gaze, Lin Luo revealed a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth: "That's right, this is a little gift the Emperor specially prepared for the Daoist."

"This is Falling Dragon Mountain, moved here overnight by powerful experts dispatched by the Emperor himself after making arrangements with the Central Continent sects."

"The Emperor feared you wouldn't be comfortable, so he had your State Preceptor abode built right here."

Yi Chen stood atop the clouds, gazing down to see a vast Daoist palace perched atop Falling Dragon Mountain, glinting with luminous treasure light in the sunlight.

When the Emperor made a move, it was always grand. This was no ordinary construction like the one King Jing had built for Yi Chen. Here before him was a palace as formidable as a Magic Artifact, much like the halls of the Greedy Wolf Star.

In front of the palace, a gilded plaque with the words "Pure Yang Daoist Palace" was written with iron strokes and gleamed brightly. That domineering aura, if Yi Chen wasn't mistaken, must have been penned by Ying Si himself.

Further up the mountainside, a vast open space had been carved out, large enough to accommodate thousands. The foundation was laid with Cold Star Stone, a common Magic Artifact material. Numerous golden patterns sprawled across it.

"Haha, Daoist, haven't you always wanted to compile a pinnacle martial arts manual? This is the Emperor's gift to you, a place to establish martial arts. Next to it, there is a Martial Archive, the Hall of Transmission, and other grand halls."

"The Emperor says that human efforts are limited. You cannot compile a martial arts manual behind closed doors; you must experience it first-hand. The mysteries of the human body are endless. There are various peculiar and precious physiques within the cultivation world, and how these physiques form is something we know nothing of."

"So, Daoist, why not first impart martial arts to the world? Let some practice it, then collect their experiences for adjustments. After all, these are just ordinary people without spiritual sensitivity. As long as they can gain strength, Great Qin has no shortage of citizens willing to endure hardships, brave warriors ready to shed blood and sweat."