Chapter 63: The Immoral Daoist

  Ye Fan's fingertips overflowed with a thread of golden silk, cutting open the rock wall. Instantly, a few points of green light flowed out, revealing half of a knife handle. He grasped it with his hand and pulled it out forcefully, instantly filling the air with green mist, causing him to narrow his eyes.

  Clang

  This is a cyan-green dagger, which emits a crisp metallic tremolo when fully drawn out. The green mist wraps around it, and its sharpness is unparalleled. It's only about half a foot long, like a pool of emerald water, crystal clear and translucent, with waves of cold air emanating from it.

  Ye Fan knew that this was no ordinary object, a weapon collected by the Great Emperor of the Demon Clan, it must be extraordinary.

  "Haha……" Just then, a red-faced fat Taoist priest drove a divine rainbow to arrive, although he looked stout, but his movements were very agile, like a falling leaf silently landing, laughing: "Good luck, I didn't expect to really catch up with a spiritual weapon." Saying this, he stretched out his big hand, towards the dagger in Ye Fan's hand, revealing a kind smile, saying: "Child, this is a fierce instrument, you can't calm it down, come, let Master Tao subdue it."

  Ye Fan really wanted to punch that fat face with a red glow, this fat Taoist priest was too shameless, treating him like a child. He dodged backwards. The fat Taoist priest was extremely agile, his big hand lightly turned and with a "brush" sound, he grabbed the dagger and laughed: "Kid, I'll remember this favor, when the mountain doesn't move but the road does, next time we meet, Dao Ye will properly thank you."

  The fat Taoist finished speaking, patted his butt and left. With a "whoosh", he rode the divine rainbow and rose into the sky.

  "Damn it, I remember you!" Ye Fan muttered under his breath, clenching his fist and shaking it at the sky. The treasure that had fallen into his hands was actually snatched away by someone else, which made him feel utterly resentful.

  "Master Dao, I'm not that fat, just sturdy." This thirty-something-year-old fat Daoist had extremely sharp ears and had already flown over a hundred meters away, but still heard Ye Fan's whisper. He turned his head back, revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth, smiling brightly, saying: "Next time we meet, Master Dao will bring you good luck."

  Ye Fan saw that he was so spiritually sensitive and didn't dare to make a sound, rolled his eyes in the other direction, watching the fat Taoist priest swagger away.

  The tomb of the Demon Emperor, a large number of spiritual weapons escaped, radiating a brilliant light that shot out in all directions. Many cultivators drove their divine rainbows, constantly chasing after them, and the sky above this ancient ruin was filled with lights and shadows everywhere.

  "Hiss"

  Just half a moment ago, another divine rainbow shot towards Ye Fan, startling him and forcing him to dodge hastily. A red glow resembling a burning cloud condensed together and rapidly charged forward, inserting itself into the stone wall in front of him.

  Ye Fan was somewhat surprised, he thought it was really lucky, and his heart was filled with excitement. Just now, that fat Taoist had swindled him out of a dagger, but another weapon had appeared before his eyes. He vigilantly looked around in all directions, saw no one passing by, and the golden thread on his fingertips flashed as he quickly cut open the stone wall, digging out a blood-red bead. Suddenly, a burst of crimson light shot out in all directions.

  "Hahaha..." A loud laughter echoed, a fat Taoist priest with his mouth almost reaching his ears drove the divine rainbow to come over.

  "Damn it!" Ye Fan cursed inwardly, grabbing the red mist-wreathed pearl and turning to run.

  "The poor Taoist indeed has a predestined relationship with the young friend, and didn't expect to meet so soon." The fat Taoist grinned from ear to ear, laughing very happily. With a "whooshing" sound, he descended in front of Ye Fan, blocking his path, stretching out his plump big hand, and smilingly said: "This treasure has a predestined relationship with the poor Taoist, young friend lend it for a use."

  "Daozhang, you're too much of a bully." Ye Fan was indignant and grabbed the radiant pearl, retreating backwards, saying: "You've already taken away one of my spiritual weapons, I won't give this one to you again."

  "This pearl is a demon's disguise, young friend you can't control it, I'm doing this for your own good, specially came to subdue it." The fat Taoist had a red glow all over his face, smiling with narrowed eyes, stretched out his chubby hand and with a "brush" sound took the red pearl away.

  Ye Fan's teeth itched with hatred, and he said: "Daozhang, didn't you say that meeting again would bring me good luck and that I should thank you properly? Why are you robbing me again? You've already gotten a dagger, so return this pearl to me."

  "This statement is wrong. Don't you understand yet, little friend?" The fat Taoist priest had a happy smile all over his face, speaking boldly and with a pretentious air: "It's precisely because we formed a good connection when we first met that there was a second encounter, which led me to come and subdue this pearl transformed from a demon, helping you avoid a disaster. This is the good fortune brought about by the good connection you've made."

  "#@￥%￥#……" Ye Fan really had the urge to punch him, wanting to leave a shoe print on that fat face, but considering the profound and mysterious cultivation of this fat Taoist, he restrained this impulse.

  "Boundless Heaven Venerable, my little friend has fate to meet again, I'm leaving!" The fat Taoist turned his butt, drove the divine rainbow, and rose into the sky, "Whoosh" disappeared without a trace.

  "Die, fatty! Never see you again in this life!" Ye Fan's face was gloomy, he felt quite irritated, this unscrupulous Taoist priest was really too shameless.

  Boom

  In the distance, the five powerful figures struck again with their mighty weapons, knocking down another corner of the Demon Emperor's mausoleum. Suddenly, a burst of radiance shot out in all directions, and more spiritual weapons emerged. Although the five powerful beings were awe-inspiring, they couldn't possibly block all the divine lights that shot up into the sky, and many of the weapons escaped. The cultivators around them all revealed joyful expressions, riding on rainbow-colored clouds as they rushed in all directions to intercept the radiance.

  Ye Fan sat dejectedly on the stone mountain, gazing at the distant sky's radiant glow. He was helpless and muttered to himself: "This dead fatty, this wicked evil Daoist, curse him to be robbed by others, not even leaving his Daoist robe behind!"

  "Hiss"

  In the distant sky, a purple aura burst forth, like flowing light, and quickly disappeared into the rock wall in front of him. Ye Fan's eyes widened, somewhat disbelieving that a third spiritual weapon was actually shooting towards this place, which was quite strange.

  "This place..." He vaguely felt that this stone wall was problematic, and there must be something strange about it. Otherwise, it's impossible for such a coincidence to happen in the world, how could there be one after another spiritual weapon entering the same cliff?

  This time, Ye Fan didn't make a move, but waited for a very long time. Seeing that there was no one else passing by around him, he slowly walked over and muttered to himself: "I guess the fatty won't appear this time..."

  He carefully dug open the stone wall, and suddenly a drunk purple light flowed out, shining his palm into a crystal clear piece. The purple gas was misty, making people feel very comfortable. It turned out to be a purple agate ring, with purple clouds and auspicious colors, which made people like it at first sight.

  "That despicable fatty, he stole two of my treasures. Otherwise, I would have collected three by now." Ye Fan was indignant and said, "This time, he finally didn't discover me."

  "Ah, the poor way has arrived!" Just as Ye Fan finished speaking to himself, a stout figure appeared again, with a joyful smile all over his face, and wrinkles on his forehead, his big mouth stretched to his ears, revealing his molars, and he laughed loudly: "I and my little friend are indeed destined."

  Yue Fan's face turned green, he never thought that this fat Taoist priest would stick to him like a dog skin plaster, and angrily said: "Ghost has fate with you!"

  "You and I are really fated." The fat Taoist's face didn't blush or skip a beat, with a serious expression, he counted on his fingers, saying: "Look, in just a short moment, we've already met three times. How can it be said that there is no fate? It's heaven's will!"

  "Damn it, old man!" Ye Fan raised his foot, wanting to kick him in the buttocks, but considering the difference in their strength, he finally restrained his anger and walked aside, shouting towards the distant sky: "Spiritual weapon..."

  He threw the hairpin away with force, letting others grab it, he didn't want to let this wicked Taoist get his hands on it again, otherwise he would be furious and vomit blood. The purple light tore through the sky and went away.

  The fat Taoist's reaction speed was extremely inconsistent with his build, and he rushed out with a "whoosh" sound. The purple jade ring had not flown more than 100 meters away before he caught it in one hand, then descended with a smile, saying: "Heaven's will, heaven's will is thus."

  Ye Fan was about to vomit blood, this dead fat man was too despicable and shameless, deliberately provoking people.

  "Daozhang, don't you think that's too excessive?" Ye Fan's forehead throbbed with anger, saying: "A monk should have some integrity, can't be so greedy."

  "I have always been self-disciplined, external things cannot move my fundamental heart, I am diligent in cleansing myself at all times, my heart is like a bright moon shining in the empty sky."

  Seeing his hypocritical appearance, Ye Fan's forehead was filled with black lines as he said: "Since you're so self-disciplined, return my things to me!"

  "The Taoist priest was full of compassion and kindness. Only because you and I have a good affinity, the poor Taoist did not decline the hardship, and helped you resolve three difficulties, reluctantly, with his own smelly skin bag to suppress the three great demons." The fat Taoist had a compassionate face, looking very honest, recited a verse of Boundless Heavenly Respect, and put on an air of being a transcendent.

  "You're a wicked one... I'll report you!" Ye Fan gritted his teeth and said: "What's your honorable surname, Taoist?"

  "His surname is Duan and his name is De, called Duan De."

  "No wonder you're so depraved, Duan De, broken virtue, it's clear that your moral integrity is gone!"