Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 69 - 50 In Dai County, how dare you speak so recklessly?!

Chapter 69: Chapter 50 In Dai County, how dare you speak so recklessly?!

The following days.

Chen Jichuan allocated six hours daily in the Da Liang World.

Meaning—

He spent six hours in reality, followed by two hundred days in Da Liang World.

In reality, his inner strength and external skills had both reached the Sixth Layer, and what remained was polishing and refinement.

A single hour or two of daily training was more than enough.

For the remaining four hours, a small portion was spent practicing the ’Taiyin Refining Body Technique.’ During other times, Chen Jichuan wandered freely, using the ’Thousand-mile Eye,’ ’Sharp-Hearing Ear,’ and ’Insight Skill’ in combination to search for hidden abnormal people among the common folk.

These efforts strengthened White Jade City and enriched his ’Dharma List.’

In the Da Liang World, Chen Jichuan devoted the majority of his energy to practicing ’Taiyin Refining Body Technique,’ ’Circular Light Skill,’ ’Transformation Technique,’ and ’Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers Skill.’

Even the simplest ’Transformation Technique’ required two to three years to master, allowing for subtle changes in appearance. To achieve perfection, enabling seamless transformations, demanded decades of painstaking effort and observation of the myriad details of human expressions, resulting in undetectable transformations.

Time passed.

A day.

Two days.

A month.

Two months.

A year.

Two years.

Time flew by in the blink of an eye.

Sixty-five years passed in a flash.

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The era was now the Xianchun Period.

Da Liang weakened markedly, descending into deeper chaos.

Sixty-six years ago.

Chen Jichuan first arrived in Da Liang. It was during Emperor Duzong’s reign. Emperor Duzong was depraved and incompetent, sparking natural disasters and human crises, leaving the people in desperation and allowing demons and monsters to proliferate.

Da Liang began its decline.

Forty-two years ago, Guangzong Zheng Pu ascended the throne.

Zheng Pu, a man of exceptional talent and vision, established the ’Martial Arts Department,’ the ’Monk Record Department,’ and the ’Daoist Record Department,’ recruiting the nation’s finest experts to attempt to restore balance and revive the golden era.

Yet fate cut his journey short.

Zheng Pu reigned for only six years and passed thirty-six years ago at merely thirty-nine years of age.

After Guangzong.

The current emperor, Zheng Yun, took over.

As a young man, Zheng Yun shared his father Guangzong’s ambition. He governed directly for five years and worked tirelessly for ten years, selecting capable individuals from the ’Martial Arts Department,’ ’Monk Record Department,’ and ’Daoist Record Department’ to establish the ’Night Patrol Bureau,’ intending to clear away evil and bring justice to the world.

In its early years.

The Night Patrol Bureau indeed yielded remarkable results. Many spirit monsters, Ghost Kings, Evil Monks, and Demon Path practitioners became more restrained. Furthermore, the bureau incorporated fresh talent from the Jianghu and martial arts clans during its expansion, creating an unprecedentedly powerful force.

But prosperity was fleeting.

Zheng Yun ultimately could not escape the fate of being valiant in youth but corrupt in old age—

Ascending the throne at 26, his health and vigor began deteriorating over ten years ago. When imperial physicians failed to alleviate his decline, Daoist masters within the ’Night Patrol Bureau’ and ’Daoist Record Department’ exploited his fear of death, coaxing him with tales of the mythical ’Longevity Pill.’

Thus, Zheng Yun grew to favor Daoism over Buddhism, subordinating both the ’Monk Record Department’ and ’Night Patrol Bureau’ under ’Daoist Record Department,’ granting it full authority. He even named Qingyun Daoist, the Daoist Record Department’s left leader, as the Great National Master.

His influence skyrocketed briefly.

This move, however, incited dissatisfaction among martial arts experts and Buddhist monks. Several grandmasters from the Night Patrol Bureau and leading Buddhist scholars resigned one after another, and both left and right virtuous advisors of the Monk Record Department departed with their disciples.

Times of turmoil followed.

Demons and monsters reappeared.

The Night Patrol Bureau’s forces diminished greatly, leading to further unrest. Without suppression, demons continued to rise and grow unchecked, threatening to surpass the chaos of Emperor Duzong’s reign.

The populace grew increasingly despondent.

Enduring countless suffering.

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On this day.

Two monks from the south arrived at Dai County in Meishan Prefecture, passing through Wuu Clan Ravine. Feeling thirsty, they entered the village to request some tea.

Suddenly, they heard the voices of children playing.

Turning their heads.

They saw an elderly woman around seventy or eighty years old sitting in the sunniest spot in front of a house, surrounded by three or four children boisterously playing around her.

The two monks smelled faint traces in the air, their eyes lighting up immediately.

The medium-built, long-faced monk whispered, "Senior Brother, this fox demon has disguised itself as an elderly woman, surely harboring wicked intentions. We came here to spread Buddhist teachings and deliver salvation to mankind. Encountering such demon spawn, we cannot let it go unpunished!"

Monk Liao Jue glanced at his junior and felt his own heart stir. freewёbnoνel.com

The royal family favored Daoism.

The Buddhist sect had declined.

If they wanted to garner followers and attract offerings, they needed to strive harder. Now that a fox demon appeared nearby, slaying it and exposing its original form would easily win over the villagers’ trust, paving the way to convert them into believers.

"Indeed, it must be exterminated."

"However, the Buddhist sect never punishes without explanation. Let me first reveal the fox demon’s true identity, question its sins, and then redeem it properly!"

Monk Liao Jue pressed his palms together in prayer and let out a chant, then strode toward the elderly lady.

Monk Liao Tong followed behind, hiding a sly smile.

He knew his senior’s approach well—

From the way the elderly woman openly played with the children in the village, she must be well-acquainted with the locals.

Identifying her outright as a fox demon would surely provoke misunderstanding among the ignorant villagers. It might even stir up enough outrage to have them wield sticks and cudgels against the monks.

And when that moment came—

The two monks could demonstrate their skills by slaying the fox demon and exposing its original form. The shocked villagers would inevitably change their attitude to revering these "divine monks" who suppressed evil.

Faith would become unshakable.

His inner thoughts brewing cheerfully.

Liao Tong followed closely as they approached the elderly lady.

Once they stood before her, Liao Jue pointed directly at her and barked loudly, "Hah! You fox demon, hiding here! Release those children immediately and surrender quietly. Perhaps this monk may spare your life!"

His voice roared.

The reverberations spread across Wuu Clan Ravine.

Nearby villagers ran over, seeing Mrs. Wul seated in her chair with four frightened young grandchildren buried in her arms behind her.

Before her stood the two ferocious-looking monks, glaring furiously, sending chills down everyone’s spine.

Neighbors heard the monks’ accusatory words—

"Fox demon?"

"Mrs. Wul is a fox demon?"

"Bah! Such nonsense! Everyone knows she married into the Wul family over 20 years ago, an honest, hard-working woman all her life. How could she possibly be a fox demon?!"

"Exactly! Claiming she wants to harm those kids? Nonsense! Those kids are her most beloved great-grandchildren!"

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The villagers, startled by the commotion, gathered quickly and pieced together the situation in no time.

One by one they yelled loudly.

Clutching hoes and sticks, they rushed out angrily, surrounding the two monks and shouting, "Get out! Leave now, or we’ll kill you here!"

The family who had offered tea earlier turned red with rage: "Liars! Wasting good tea on scoundrels!"

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Liao Jue and Liao Tong, unfazed by the unfolding scenario.

Their expressions serene, adopting a look of compassion and imposing demeanor.

Liao Jue spoke with thunderous authority, shocking the crowd: "Dear villagers, do not act rashly. Whether this elder is indeed a demon or not shall be determined by this monk’s test."

His booming declaration quelled the villagers.

Meanwhile, as Liao Jue spoke, he removed a string of prayer beads from his wrist, rubbing them as he recited chants, preparing to hurl them toward the elderly woman.

Seeing this, Mrs. Wul hurriedly tore apart the Yellow Talisman hidden in her sleeve. Rising to her feet, protecting her four grandchildren behind her, she addressed the monks, "Gentlemen, please wait. Although I am a fox demon, I have never committed misdeeds. I even registered at Baozhi Forest and received a talisman from Immortal Chen as a token of proof."

As she spoke.

She pulled out an iron plate the size of a child’s palm from her sleeve, inscribed with the words ’Baozhi Forest Chen’ on one side and ’Wuu Clan Ravine Fox’ on the other. A visible aura of pure Daoist power emanated from the plate, discernible to anyone cultivated in authentic Daoist techniques—impossible to fabricate.

"Such petty illusions, daring to flaunt them?!"

Liao Tong sneered.

In a moment, he dispelled the mirage surrounding Mrs. Wul entirely.

The villagers only saw Mrs. Wul’s lips moving silently, unable to hear her words. The next sound they heard was Liao Tong’s disdainful chuckle.

They hesitated, feeling a flicker of unease.

But before long, they snapped out of it, shouting again as they prepared to drive the monks away.

Seeing the brewing crowd, Liao Tong urgently said, "Senior Brother, do not be deceived by this fox demon. Quickly slay her, that is our priority!"

"Baozhi Forest."

"Immortal Chen."

Liao Jue eyed Mrs. Wul, then her iron plate. The Daoist energy inscribed inside bore undeniable authenticity, leaving him unsure. Recalling his junior’s urging, his brow furrowed deeply: "You may not realize this, but over 20 years ago, our master, while serving at the Night Patrol Bureau, visited Meishan Prefecture and encountered a formidable enslaver of ghosts. The matter proved exceptionally challenging, and though Master mentioned it casually afterward, the adversary seemed to bear the surname Chen."

His master described mutual difficulty, evenly matched in power.

Yet, in tone and manner, Liao Jue discerned his master suffered significant losses.

If such an individual could challenge his master so fiercely two decades ago, how immeasurably powerful must they have become now?!

"To shelter demons."

"No matter who it is, this fox demon dies today, and I’ll deal with Chen tomorrow!"

Liao Tong remained unaware of the implications, urging stubbornly.

"However—"

Liao Jue hesitated again. But with mounting fervor around them, today would not resolve peacefully unless the elderly woman faced exposure.

On reflection.

No longer hesitating.

"What Baozhi Forest!? What Immortal Chen!?"

"They are likely cut from the same cloth. You die first today, and Chen the demon shall follow tomorrow!"

Liao Tong refused to waste time.

The prayer beads in his hands gleamed golden—light imperceptible to mortals—before descending upon Mrs. Wul.

Mrs. Wul, despite her life of domestic service and sacrificial caregiving, retained only modest mystical skills aside from her ’Illusion Technique,’ rendering her powerless against Buddhist practitioners. Her fate was sealed.

"Alas!"

Hu Hongmei sighed deeply, moments before her end, thoughts of her life washing over her.

From her youthful innocence, hiding and wandering—

To settling into marriage at Wul’s household, seeking peace.

Her years at Wuu Clan Ravine marked by fear upon hearing of demon suppressors roaming the area, stirred terror by Night Patrol Bureau’s purges.

Her brief reprieve under Immortal Chen, who judged good and evil impartially, protecting innocent spirits and creatures, giving her decades of solace to dote on her great-grandchildren.

And now—

With her descendants’ laughter still echoing, she had lived richly, avoiding squander.

"My lifetime."

"Worth it."

Facing her demise, Hu Hongmei smiled unapologetically, with calm acceptance.

Liao Jue remained resolute.

Liao Tong glared fiercely.

Villagers wielded ’tools’ and ’weapons,’ preparing swift retaliation toward the monks.

Yet suddenly—

A crisp voice rang out from beyond the heavens:

"Within the boundaries of Dai County, who dares speak presumptuously and disrespect Master Chen?!"

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