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

Even with Yi Chen's swift feet, it was not until the afternoon—during the hour of Wei—that he finally arrived at the county seat of Ping'an City.

There's a saying: comparing oneself to others will only bring despair, just as comparing goods will lead to rejection.

The city walls of Ping'an City were naturally much more grandiose than those of Fengyun County, towering at more than ten meters high, teeming with a ceaseless flow of people like a surging river, with travelers and merchants coming and going nonstop.

Yi Chen meandered through the long streets of Ping'an City, where carriages sparkled in the sun, and the shop fronts on either side of the street continued unbroken, with their banners and cloth streamers fiercely dancing in the wind, creating a scene of extraordinary liveliness.

Little Miao, perched on Yi Chen's shoulder, was also extremely excited, meowing incessantly, looking here and there, fascinated by everything it saw.

Of course, what captivated Little Miao most were the street vendors selling crispy fish on the roadside.

Fish fresh from the Qingshui River, barely the length of a finger, had their mouths propped open and bellies split, skewered on bamboo sticks, fried until crispy in oil, sprinkled with sauce and green onions, and then dipped into a secret broth.

Indescribably delicious, so very toothsome.

The aroma drifted for miles.

Little Miao was so anxious that it kept calling out.

"Meow meow meow" (Father, I want to eat this.)

However, Yi Chen was utterly unmoved.

"Little Miao, the food from these street stalls is not good for you; you never know what harmful things they might contain. You're growing right now, so you can't eat this. I'll take you to the dog tycoon's place for a big meal later," Yi Chen said.

Little Miao: "No, I'm not afraid, I want to eat."

Yi Chen: "Are you going to be obedient?"

Little Miao: "I'm very good, Father."

Yi Chen: "Oh, if you're obedient, then we won't eat it."

Little Miao: ".…"

Little Miao, oblivious to the world's perils, had only been alive for a few days and was already bamboozled by Yi Chen's logic.

Its cheeks puffed out, resembling an indignant blowfish.

After scratching Yi Chen's hair a few times with its paw, it sulkily pouted and listlessly watched the other delicacies by the roadside, occasionally twitching its nose.

Compared to Little Miao, Yi Chen naturally appeared much more composed.

All it knew was eating—how could it accomplish great things?

A cat is a cat, with an unchangeable nature.

He was different, though.

He… watched the beautiful girls.

It was indeed a county seat; there were indeed many attractive young women with fine figures and a softness like water, whose walk resembled willows swaying in the breeze. In just a short ten minutes, he saw several such ladies.

He also saw quite a few ladies with ample curves and full figures.

It was truly astonishing.

How could they be so shapely!

Of course, with Yi Taoist's self-control, he naturally wouldn't do something as crass as let his eyes linger on others.

Because he had discovered the marvelous use of the fourth level of the Yin Yang Cave Divine Pupil Technique.

Using Heart Eye Reflection at level 1 on the ladies was simply a divine skill.

While Yi Chen appeared to practice "eyes observing the nose, nose observing the heart," maintaining an image of eyes not straying, in reality, everything around him was already modeled in his mind, much like a 3D perspective.

So you see, he was too busy for trivial matters like buying dried fish for Little Miao.

Interest is the best teacher for a person.

In his continuous experiments, Yi Chen became more adept with the skill of Heart Eye Reflection.

This feature was essentially 3D modeling, recreating the surrounding scene, offering a very unique viewpoint.

Truly, different views are seen when looking from various angles; from afar or near, high or low, there's always a difference.

Appreciation of beauty is intrinsic to all humans.

As a normal person, Yi Chen also had a fondness for beauty… for women.

However, he, who had been scarred by experiences in his past life, had long decided to avoid romantic entanglements.

Women, they would only slow down the speed of his sword-drawing.

Don't ask, as the answer is a heart sealed with concrete.

Not even Old Mo, who had killed fish at the Da Run Fa market for ten years, had a colder heart than his.

Yet abstaining from romantic relationships did not equate to ignoring the beauty of women; this interest he had always retained.

Just like in his previous life, where there were many who clamored about their fear of marriage and disinterest in love.

Then what?

On a spring breeze-filled journey through Yangzhou, scrolling through barrage comments while lifting the pearl curtain.

Can't you see, the streaming room of Coconut Tree Juice now has separate events for men and women.

The internet streaming rooms are almost becoming the equivalent of pleasure houses.

This too is the empowering and transformative effect of 'Internet Plus' on traditional industries.

Previously, a young lady hosting a few clients was already considered a formidable woman.

Even young men couldn't match the number of clients a lady could attend to.

But what about now? My goodness, each streaming room now easily reaches tens and hundreds of thousands of people.

This empowerment has greatly boosted productivity!

For the money-making speed of traditional industries, it's practically a dimension-reducing strike.

Yi Chen's former colleagues lament that bars and bathhouses are no longer places to go, with quality having plummeted off a cliff.

When they asked the manager where No. 8, No. 18, and No. 88 were, the answer was they'd gone to do livestreams.

The former colleague was so angry he even sold his Cadillac.

So it is said,

the pursuit of beauty is engraved in human genes, and this is neither something to be proud of nor ashamed of.

However, humans are different from wild beasts after all, they must be rational and learn to restrain their desires.

Behaviors such as sticking eyeballs on others, stalking, or making inappropriate physical contact are absolutely unacceptable and violate both morals and the law.

It's the weak who draw knives on the even weaker.

For example, right now, there's a burly, muscular man in front of Yi Chen—he's let his animal instincts take over, and his big hands are brazenly reaching for the thighs of a young lady in a short skirt.

Crack.

The sound of bones breaking.

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A pair of hands as large as fans gripped his inappropriate hand, crushing it completely.

"Ah!~~"

The burly man couldn't hold back a pig-slaughtering scream, as an intense pain shot up to his crown.

"Taoist, who the hell are you? Daring to ruin my good time."

"The head of the Wild Boar Gang is my big brother; if you've got the guts, leave your name and mark your territory."

The burly man, enduring the excruciating pain, bellowed with tears streaming down his face.

Yi Chen thought for a moment, didn't say a word, and after breaking one of his legs, he drifted away.

This kind of scum is simply the public enemy of all men; the world is ruined by such people.

If such hooliganism becomes rampant, who would dare to wear short skirts anymore?

Everyone will go out wrapped up like dumplings, and then add a veil—what would Yi Taoist have left to see?

This is intolerable.

It's an attack on the interests of men as a collective; a heavy punch must be thrown.

It was getting late, and after the novelty had worn off, Yi Chen bought a dried little fish for Little Miao, inquired about the location of the Wang family's residence, and then strode towards the Wang estate.

Of course, along the way, Yi Chen again keenly spotted a woman attempting to traffic a child. The kind-hearted Yi Taoist inflicted a light punishment, merely crushing her limbs and knocking out her canine teeth before drifting away, concealing his abilities and reputation.

A veritable nemesis of evil, a partner of justice.

For some evildoers,

death isn't the ultimate punishment.

Living a life worse than death is.

As for retaliation from the woman or the people behind that burly guy, Yi Chen didn't give it a second thought.

Has he been toiling in his cultivation just to live like a coward?

If he's always cautious and afraid, ducking and hiding at every little thing, then what's the point of his arduous cultivation?

He practices his cultivation so he can live freely and joyfully!

Good deeds deserve rewards, and evil deeds deserve punishment; only then will his mindset be clear and unobstructed.

Not just to scrape by, not just to live for the sake of living.

A person needs to live with spirit, and that spirit must be smooth.

Besides, now he's sworn brothers with Lin Zhenbei—if he can't even handle this little trouble, he'd really become a laughingstock.

He's not worried at all.

Before long, he arrived at the Wang estate.

Yi Chen looked up at the plaque in front of him, and in an instant, his pupils shrunk sharply.

With his current heightened senses, he actually detected a faint whiff of ghostly aura within the walls of this county's Wang estate.

Although the ghostly aura was almost imperceptible, Yi Chen still captured it.

"Interesting,"

"A trace of ghostly aura in the residence of a prominent family in the county town? Is someone using magic, or is there a ghost being kept in the house?"

"Can I earn some Deep Red Points again?"

Yi Chen, with an unchanged expression, announced his arrival and then stepped through the vermillion gates of the Wang residence under the guidance of an elderly butler.

At this moment, he had a premonition that this exorcism service at the Wang family might deviate from the norm.

"But fear not, just pay extra,"

"A thousand taels is the fee for officiating the funeral; other services will be charged separately,"

Yi Chen mused to himself.