The Daily Task of Preventing My Disciple from Turning to the Dark Side Chapter 16

Chapter 16: Beneath Chongyun Sect Mountain, Qi Yang City

Under the protection of Chongyun Sect, Qi Yang City thrived. Within the city, various industries were intertwined with Chongyun Sect, making it a significant economic source within the sect. Traveling cultivators mostly resided in inns, most of which were under the influence of Chongyun Sect. Despite their higher prices, they were still favored by numerous wandering cultivators due to the assurance of safety.

Visitors en route to Chongyun Sect would sometimes stay within the city to recuperate, especially if they missed the optimal visiting hours.

Ji Qingyuan arranged the members of Wanjian Sect in the largest inn of Qi Yang City, the “Falling Immortal Pavilion.” He then retreated to his room, took out a sound-transmitting talisman, and with a warm smile that didn’t lack sincerity, he infused it with spiritual energy. He conveyed, “Senior Brother, we have arrived at Qi Yang City. Tomorrow, we will pay a visit to Chongyun Sect.”

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Across from him, atop a slate-gray rooftop, stood a person dressed in snow-white robes with wide sleeves. In the moonlight, a faint silvery halo shimmered around the person. His attire revealed his high status and authority. Similarly handsome, his facial features were exquisite, skin as smooth as jade. Despite his inherently splendid appearance, an air of indifference and chilliness shrouded him. In the night’s embrace, he resembled an exiled celestial being within the moon. Even while motionless, his overwhelming aura deterred others from approaching, causing the very air to stagnate.

Ji Qingyuan furrowed his brows in perplexity, wondering when he had offended such an individual. Could it be that this person held a grudge against the Wanjian Sect? The way the person looked at him was akin to how one might gaze upon an inanimate object.

As Jian Ming met Mu Chen’s gaze, he knew that the person before him was undoubtedly in a foul mood tonight. This wasn’t their first encounter with such a situation, so he skillfully produced a sizable bag of high-grade spiritual stones and announced loudly, “Today, my Palace Master and Ji Qingyuan of Wanjian Sect have a personal grievance. We don’t wish to harm any of you accidentally. Each of you will receive a piece of high-grade spiritual stone. Kindly consider relocating.”

With Jian Ming’s words, the crowd noticed a white-clad youth standing behind the white-robed figure. He seemed to possess some concealed treasure that suppressed his aura. Standing quietly behind the figure, he possessed delicate and attractive features. Diminished by his master’s overwhelming aura, his presence remained faint.

Most present were wandering cultivators. With a single glance at this pair, they understood that they were not to be trifled with. Coupled with the offer of spiritual stones, they also feared being inadvertently harmed. Thus, most of them, driven by curiosity, distanced themselves from the scene.

Ji Qingyuan’s pupils slightly contracted as high-grade spiritual stones were casually offered. This gesture affirmed Mu Chen’s extraordinary nature. Ji Qingyuan was known for his cautious and benevolent disposition, skilled at winning people over. If he encountered someone like Mu Chen, his initial reaction would be to build rapport. Moreover, Mu Chen’s excessively remarkable appearance was memorable at first glance. Yet, Ji Qingyuan found himself devoid of any impression.

Could there be some misunderstanding?

With this in mind, Ji Qingyuan clasped his hands and politely inquired, “May I know how to address this Daoist friend? I do not recall offending you, Your Excellency.”

With a flick of his sleeve, Mu Chen vanished from his original spot, moving directly to deliver a kick to the face. Such shameless individuals were utterly useless; there was no point in formalities!

Unexpectedly, Mu Chen acted without a word. Ji Qingyuan raised his sword to block Mu Chen’s kick, but the white flames beneath Mu Chen’s foot grazed his sleeve. In an instant, the entire sleeve transformed into nothingness. After retreating a few steps, Ji Qingyuan gazed at his sleeve, his complexion changing.

Jing Ting inserted the final spiritual stone into the formation’s node. The formation activated, instantly transforming the battleground between the two into a vast expanse of white plain. The surroundings were an endless sea of white, with no edges visible. It was evident that breaking the formation wouldn’t be easy.

Seeing this situation, Ji Qingyuan’s expression turned colder. “Esteemed Daoist, could there be a misunderstanding between us?” Aware of the difficulty in dealing with the individual before him and recognizing Mu Chen’s uniqueness, Ji Qingyuan naturally wanted to clear any misunderstandings and potentially turn Mu Chen into an ally.

Of course, Mu Chen knew what sort of person he was dealing with. Without saying a word, he had already gone for a face kick. Clearly, he had no intention of allowing Ji Qingyuan to speak.

Returning in excitement, Jing Ming, the “scatter-wealth boy,” ran back to Jing Ting, who was observing the battle. Inside the formation, no one could come out, but those outside could see clearly. Seeing Mu Chen not holding back, Jing Ming happily stomped his foot, gave his buttocks an instinctive twist, and cheerfully commented, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen our Master beat someone up like this. This lad is definitely not a good person. Anyone beaten up by our Master isn’t a good guy.” A classic case of mindless adoration; Mu Chen could do no wrong.

Originally, the Wanjian Sect disciples who were watching were angered by Jing Ming’s impudent words. Some had already drawn their swords. “Kid, what did you say?”

Jing Ting glanced at them, then signaled to Jing Ming with his eyes, “Knock them down, and I’ll buy you a new illustrated book.”

Jing Ming’s whole body trembled with agility. His ears twitched as he asked, still somewhat skeptical, “Really?”

Jing Ting nodded with a stern face. With this level of intelligence, he would believe it every time. If not you, then who could I fool?

Completely trusting, Jing Ming pulled out his flute and rushed forward, excitedly swinging it. As he did, he exclaimed, “How dare those Golden Core stage two-legged beasts come out to cause trouble. What’s the difference between these creatures and dead fish or shrimp? Go back and cultivate for another two hundred years!”

The onlookers who were observing from a distance were stunned by Jing Ming’s actions. Just who were these two kids? To whip a cultivator at the Golden Core stage like they were whipping radishes, the opponent seemed utterly defenseless.

From above, Mu Chen continued to dominate Ji Qingyuan, his flames untouchable and unapproachable. His sword, once it made contact, sent a searing sensation through Ji Qingyuan’s meridians. It suddenly occurred to Ji Qingyuan that this situation was reminiscent of Yu Tianyi’s frigid True Qi, equally inescapable. What was most infuriating was that he had no idea where he had offended this person!

Mu Chen’s assault was ruthless, aiming to utterly suppress Ji Qingyuan. His strikes held nothing back, relentlessly targeting a sword cultivator known for having the highest offensive capability. Onlookers stared, dumbfounded. Some were puzzled by Mu Chen’s identity.

“It’s Elder Mu!” Among the onlookers were disciples of Chongyun Sect, and one of them instantly recognized Mu Chen’s status. Those who heard this were stunned, their eyes widened. An alchemist, one who was capable of beating up others like a cultivator in the Golden Core stage? What kind of joke was this? Pill cultivators were formidable nowadays? How could others survive?

Just as the crowd’s attention was diverted, Mu Chen, without any mercy, delivered a powerful kick to Ji Qingyuan’s face. This sent Ji Qingyuan flying a great distance, his face harshly colliding with the ground. A white figure closely followed Ji Qingyuan’s trajectory and, before he could halt his momentum, ruthlessly delivered another kick, again aiming for the face.

Though the two were evenly matched in strength, Mu Chen had suppressed a sword cultivator to such an extent. It was a testament to his extensive combat experience, honed between life and death. Moreover, his control over spiritual power far surpassed Ji Qingyuan’s. With an additional hundred years of experience, it was difficult for him to lose.

After the double kick, Mu Chen’s face remained cold as he hovered in the air, looking down at the scene before him. He was feeling extremely unhappy. He had very few friends, and he treated each one sincerely, being generous in both action and attitude. Among these individuals, due to the shared experiences of life and death, he had developed a particularly deep bond with this person. Yet, at his most difficult time, this person had chosen to kick him while he was down.

These two kicks were not for the sake of the once-laughable friendship, as that was not worth mentioning from the moment of betrayal. They were because in his previous life, he had accumulated many treasures that were ultimately stolen by this heartless wretch! Many of those items were left to him by his master, Master Dan Yangzi, as well as those he had diligently gathered for his own disciples. In the end, all of them fell into the hands of this shameless individual!

Being so blatantly humiliated, it was the first time for Ji Qingyuan. Even a mud statue has some earthy essence. Additionally, Ji Qingyuan’s nature wasn’t particularly kind-hearted. He was immediately filled with rage. Drawing his treasured sword from its sheath, his killing intent grew palpable. Mu Chen’s expression changed, and a red sword appeared in his hand. The sword’s white flames once again transformed into a flock of fluttering butterflies. Whether in close combat or ranged attacks, he remained unafraid.

“You are… Mu Chen!?” Ji Qingyuan recognized the sword: the seventh-ranked among the top ten lethal artifacts of the Three Realms—the Scarlet Dawn Sword (Chixia Sword). It was once the prized possession of the number one alchemist of the Immortal Realm, Master Dan Yangzi. Later, it was bestowed as a foundational gift upon his only direct disciple.

And that disciple was none other than Mu Chen!

A glint of killing intent flickered in Ji Qingyuan’s eyes.

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