Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!-Chapter 857 - 481 The Path of the Holy Demon, True Technique Level 25!

857: Chapter 481: The Path of the Holy Demon, True Technique Level 25!

(Part 1)

857: Chapter 481: The Path of the Holy Demon, True Technique Level 25!

(Part 1)

Memories unfolded like glimpsing flowers from horseback.

In The Five Turbid Evil World, ghosts and spirits roamed rampant, throwing the Mortal World into chaos.

Following the descent of the nine great Ghost Kings from the heavens, they brought the Mystic Yin Banner across realms, wreaking havoc upon the Human Realm and spreading a demonic substance with all their might.

Any of the Human Race who touched this demonic substance were susceptible to transforming into Ghost Puppets.

Those who became Ghost Puppets were akin to ghosts; only with a firm will and the Sword of Wisdom Slays Evil or through the recitation of the Treasured Sutra by a seasoned cultivator, was it possible to revert and regain human form.

“The path for humans is slim, the Immortal Dao is vast, and the ghost’s path is one of delight.”

“For the living, the Immortal Dao values life, while the ghost’s path holds death in high esteem.”

“The Immortal Dao brings perpetual fortune, whereas the ghost’s path brings constant woe.”

“Exhilaration for the supreme purity, a mournful song echoes in the vastness.”

“Only wish for the Immortal Dao to prevail, not willing…”

On a vast plaza paved with white jade, thousands of townspeople with strange black qi swirling about their faces were bound by Golden Ropes, lying on the ground wailing.

Around the plaza, over a hundred Taoist cultivators in crimson and purple Daoist Robes were loudly reciting the “Sutra of Deliverance.”

In this grand unison of chanting, a discordant note suddenly intruded, breaking the ritual.

“Sect Leader, I oppose the continued deployment of our experts to redeem these Ghost Puppets.”

All cultivators looked up, and into the center of the plaza walked a young Taoist clad in a golden Daoist Robe.

He had sharp brows and bright eyes, his robust chest muscles proudly pushing against the front of his robe.

“Senior Brother, how can you say such things?

Had you not disrupted the recitation, we could have revived another hundred or so townspeople today with a bit of luck,” said a young Taoist with a powdered face.

His eyes swept over the faces of various senior uncles before he spoke in a soft tone.

“Scram, Shanyinzi, go eat your mother’s peaches, you sissy, you have no right to speak to me,” the tall Taoist said, immediately cursing angrily at the one who spoke.

“Scoundrel~”

“Scoundrel, it is the Dao Sect’s misfortune to have you, a renegade disciple who lacks the compassionate heart expected of a monk.”

“Sect Leader, I believe that Pure Yang has been too ruthless in his methods and is unfit to continue as our Dao Zhen Sect’s Senior Brother.

I urge you to strip him of his status as a Daoist Disciple.”

“While Shanyinzi might not have cultivation as strong as Pure Yang, our sect’s Daoist Disciples shouldn’t only focus on cultivation,”

In the front row of the plaza, more than a dozen elderly Daoists with white beards and hair opened their eyes, their gazes sharp as they angrily berated the tall Taoist in the center of the scene.

Finally, a skinny old Daoist with the air of an immortal stood up and spoke to the purple-robed Daoist with white eyebrows at the front.

Facing the stirred crowd, the purple-robed Daoist with white eyebrows merely struck a chime lightly, signaling for the cultivators to fall silent.

His eyes went to the Taoist standing out from the crowd, “Pure Yang, you’ve insulted your fellow disciples and disrupted the ritual—what punishment do you deserve?”

“Reporting to Master, I…

am innocent.”

“The guilty ones are the senior uncles, especially Shanyinzi’s master, Daoyinzi.

You have cultivated for half your life, but tell me, how many ghostly beings have you killed?

How often have you risked your life?”

“With one word of compassion, he has held back the Dao Zhen Sect’s fifty percent fighting strength.

It is Daoyinzi who is the eternal sinner of our sect.”

“After thousands of years of cultivation, you have learned nothing but ‘compassion.’ You’ve lived those thousands of years in vain as if living the life of a dog.

Why don’t you come down and spar with me, Pure Yang?”

“If Pure Yang can’t defeat this old dog in three moves, I will take my own life on the spot!”

The tall Taoist stood firm in the center of the plaza, fervently denouncing the longstanding malpractices within the Dao Zhen Sect.

“With every pronouncement of ‘compassion,’ the might of the nine great Ghost Kings grows harder to contain.

We must go all out to search the world and eradicate them at the roots.

Do you not realize that the nine great Ghost Kings have long since cultivated their Yin Intent and have made significant advancements in their Divine Skills?”

“These Ghost Puppets are nothing but distractions they created to occupy you fools.”

The purple-robed Daoist with white eyebrows furrowed his brows, but his tone finally softened.

“Once a Ghost Puppet, always a Ghost Puppet, unless they slay evil with their own Wisdom Sword.

The Dharma Sutra suppressions are merely symptomatic treatments, not addressing the root.”

“In my opinion, if they are Ghost Puppets, they must be killed!”

The city-like declaration of the tall Taoist immediately stirred up the crowd on the plaza, with some cultivators whispering to each other and some shouting in anger.

“Pure Yang, you have been deeply involved in conflict; your killing intent is too heavy.

Considering your status as our sect’s first general and your merits in demon-slaying, you are sentenced to face the wall in Pure Heart Cave for three years, and you will not concern yourself with the disaster of the Ghost Kings.”

At that moment, under the stern gaze of the Sect Leader, which finally settled the matter, the young Taoist previously scolded by the tall Taoist as a ‘sissy who should go home and eat peaches’ stood up.

With his master’s encouragement, he raised the Liuying Jade high from his sleeve:

“May I ask the Sect Leader, if someone within our Dao Zhen Sect covertly cultivates Demon Skills, what punishment do they deserve?”

“Is it also just facing the wall in Pure Heart Cave for three years?”

“What?” Looking at all the senior uncles and brothers who abruptly stood up, Shanyinzi and his master Daoyinzi exchanged glances, both displaying a scarcely noticeable smirk.

On the Liuying Jade, the image of the tall Taoist revealed in his Demon Sun State was distinctly visible.

…

…

Crackling.

The grating sound of chains echoed as the Abyssal Prison, constructed in the back mountains of the Dao Zhen Sect to confine powerful Evil Demons, was slowly opened.

“Senior Brother, please proceed~”

“Oh dear, I forgot, Senior Brother, your Mysterious Cultivation is now wasted, and you are no longer the illustrious Senior Brother known throughout the heavens.”

Shanyinzi’s face glowed with a smug smile as he gestured ambiguously, his mocking gaze directed at the tall Taoist before him.

Flipping his hand, he delicately pinched a yellow peach with his fingers and took a bite, only to drop it in shock at the fierce glare of the tall Taoist.