Weird Cultivation: I am the Yellow-skinned Taoist Master

Chenhuangpi was refining the Void Cave.

Although the refining process was a bit strange, it lost the original rustic charm.

But its deterrent effect is at its maximum.

As he carried the nine-foot-long Void-Piercing Divine Sword, its blade covered in eyes and its hilt split open, he chased the Fox Mountain God around the Wang family's residence, having fun.

Wang Taiyu and his son happened to witness this scene.

The expressions on the faces of these two were naturally quite interesting.

"Chen Huangpi, is this the sword you forged?"

"Yeah, it's really impressive, isn't it?"

Chen Huangpi held the sword horizontally in front of his chest. The sword was taller than him, so when he wasn't flying away, he could only hold it horizontally or drag it on the ground.

He was eagerly anticipating the reaction from Wang Taiyu and his son.

He looked like he wanted to quickly praise me.

Wang Taiyu nodded strangely, organized his thoughts, and then said, "Indeed, it looks very imposing, but something just feels off."

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a sword at all.

Instead, it seems like an evil spirit.

This is the reforged Void Divine Sword.

The sword body is composed of two evil elements, the Eye of Calamity and the Bamboo Shadow, perfectly preserving all the characteristics of both. If the sword shadow within the sword body had not remained unchanged, it would probably have no connection whatsoever with the words "Void Cave".

"Nothing surprising."

Chen Huangpi grinned and said, "As the saying goes, everyone has a different face. My master prefers something simple, but I like this kind of imposing and majestic look. That way, when others see me, they'll know how powerful I am!"

"Then this sword must be much more powerful, right?"

Wang Mingdao asked the question he was most curious about.

Upon seeing this, Chen Huangpi said, "Actually, it's not much stronger. It's mainly more robust and has a bit more of that bamboo shadow ability, but for me, that's enough."

Upon hearing this, the fox mountain god couldn't help but roll his eyes.

What does it mean to not force out too much?

This sword is now strange; not only does it have the ability to devour bamboo shadows, but the saliva dripping from its gaping maw will sprout into eerie, green bamboo wherever it falls to the ground.

Moreover, Chen Huangpi now casually waved his hand.

The eyes on the sword would give the user an extremely painful illusion, as if they were being cleaved in two.

It's boundless in its darkness and outrageously evil.

"Dongxu is truly wasting his talents by following Chen Huangpi."

The Fox Mountain God thought to himself, "He has so many tricks up his sleeve, he has no use for these Void Realm abilities. He's just using them because they're convenient and he's also using them out of sentimentality."

In fact, the Fox Mountain God truly believed that Chen Huangpi made the dumplings just for the sake of this vinegar.

Even if he doesn't have a sword, how could he be any weaker?

At this time.

The brass oil lamp lazily said, "Nephew, and Old Wang, Chen Huangpi and I are leaving. Before we go, please say whatever you have to say, otherwise we don't know when we'll meet again."

The capital city was just a formality.

The main purpose is to find the Yin-Yang Land and summon the Six Yin Gods.

Although the Four Views Master is probably doing something in the capital, he will definitely come back to check on things after the Six Yin Gods appear on Chen Huangpi's side, but no one knows how long that will take.

Chen Huangpi, who was in high spirits after completing his sword forging, added, "If you have any enemies or rivals, tell me, and we can use them to test the sword."

He said this.

Wang Mingdao's eyes lit up immediately.

He was about to speak when Wang Taiyu cut him off.

"My young friend, my young friend."

Wang Taiyu sincerely said, "You have already helped my father and me too much. It is almost as if you have given us a second life. I am extremely grateful. But some things should be kept separate."

"You helped us, this is an act of kindness."

"We have already done more than enough to help. If my son and I were to ask for more, it would be truly shameless."

"Grand Tutor, is that really what you think?"

Chen Huangpi was surprised and taken aback.

Because he clearly explained the principle that "a grain of rice brings gratitude, but a bushel of rice breeds resentment."

But he had never said this to Wang Taiyu.

Wang Taiyu smiled and said, "You, Chen Huangpi, have a great mind and a broad mind. You can do a lot of things. Although I am not as capable as you, I am not an infant in swaddling clothes who needs help with everything."

"You are a celestial being, so naturally you should do the things of a celestial being."

"And I am the Grand Tutor of the mortal realm. It is my duty and my ideal to pave a path for all the people under heaven."

"You help me today, but what about tomorrow? And what about when I'm gone?"

As Wang Taiyu said this, he paced back and forth, then looked up at Chen Huangpi seriously and said, "If I were no longer here, I suppose you wouldn't even bother to look at this capital city, wouldn't you say?"

"Of course."

Chen Huangpi suppressed his smile and said seriously, "My home is in the Jade Mountain of the Ten Thousand Mountains, inside the Pure Immortal Temple. I am not from Dakang. In fact, I am not even a human being."

"Grand Tutor, you are very good, very interesting. Some of the things you say are similar to my master's."

I like people like you.

"Yes, you are a gentleman!"

This word "gentleman" immediately took Wang Taiyu by surprise.

He said with a wry smile, "Can this old man, who is just a lackey of the Grand Tutor, be called a gentleman?"

Chen Huangpi smiled and said, "You have your own ideas, you have things to do, and you are working hard to do them. You can naturally be considered a gentleman."

"Alright, then let's treat each other with respect."

As Wang Taiyu spoke, he took out a flask of wine from his sleeve: "While you were forging the sword these past few days, I've been thinking about how to repay you, but no matter how much I think about it, I can't come up with a suitable way."

"I know you are leaving, so I'm sending you off with this wine. I'll repay your kindness in the future when I've accomplished great things."

"What kind of wine is this?"

Chen Huangpi raised an eyebrow and said, "Ordinary drinks may not suit my taste."

He has only drunk alcohol once in his life.

It was back in Xuzhou City, at Dingxiang Tower.

That pot of wine left a deep impression on him because he was almost kicked out as a beggar.

Wang Taiyu pointed at the pot of wine and laughed, "This wine is called Qingyuhua. It comes from a shop in the south of the city. A pot costs eighty coins. It's the staple wine for ordinary people."

"The prices in your capital are too high."

Chen Huangpi frowned and said, "I've never drunk such expensive wine when I was in Xuzhou City."

All the money he had was taken away by Old Man Huang with candied hawthorns on his very first day in Beijing.

Afterwards, he still owed eight coins, which he borrowed from Wang Mingdao.

"Mingdao, pour some for your Uncle Chen."

"Yes, father."

Wang Mingdao carried the wine and glasses, first pouring wine for Chen Huangpi, and then for his own father.

Wang Taiyu held the wine cup and said softly, "Spring goes and autumn comes again, the moon sets and the sun rises again. I'll use this wine to send you off on your journey. The road ahead is long and arduous, but I hope everything goes well for you, my young friend."

After saying that, he drank it all in one gulp.

Upon seeing this, Chen Huangpi picked up the wine and was about to drink it.

But the wine stopped before it reached his lips.

"Do you find this wine astringent?"

"No."

Chen Huangpi shook his head and suddenly said, "Grand Tutor, my sword is finished, and now I will continue to follow my principles with it. Where is your sword?"

"Still in the furnace!"

Wang Taiyu's eyes were full of surprise; how could he not understand what Chen Huangpi meant?

The old man and the young man looked at each other, and then they both laughed.

"Father, Chen Huangpi, why are you laughing?"

Children should mind their own business.

"Oh."

"Grand Tutor, I hope that when I return to the capital after I have mastered the Six Yin Gods, you will have forged a precious sword that embodies your principles. At that time, I will raise this cup of wine to you again!"

Chen Huangpi is gone.

He just casually patted his butt and left.

He put the untouched cup of wine into the Book of Souls.

I await the day I return, to drink with old friends and reminisce about the past.

The matter was handled hastily.

A moment later, the Shadow Demon finally arrived.

It rushed as fast as it could, but it was still a step too late.

"Brother Yang, Chen Huangpi has already left."

"Brother Wang, why didn't you keep him a little longer?"

Shadowy Evil couldn't help but beat his chest and stamp his feet, saying, "These past few days I've been wandering around the capital, using threats and inducements, or even borrowing someone's name to bribe officials. I've been so busy bribing people that I haven't been able to get away. I figured it would be tomorrow no matter what, sigh..."

Wang Taiyu laughed and said, "It's alright. We'll meet again sometime. I imagine the scenery will be just as beautiful then, with a clear and bright sky. Come, Brother Yang, I'm in high spirits today, so let's drink this cup to the brim."

Without saying another word, he pulled Shadowy and started drinking.

Wang Mingdao was left standing to the side, looking melancholy.

"Chen Huangpi's hawthorn tree is still in the yard. It's a valuable tree; he got it from his master. I suppose it will be back soon."

……

On the other side, inside Huangni Alley.

Chen Huangpi swaggered over to Old Huang's door.

Boom boom boom!
He banged on the door without any hesitation.

"Fourth Master, it's me, Huangpi'er! Open the door quickly!"

After having a frank conversation with Old Man Huang, or rather, the heretic.

Chen Huangpi was too lazy to pretend anymore and maintain any superficial relationship.

This is my fourth master.

Even turning to ash is acceptable.

"Fourth Master, I know you're at home."

"I'm leaving now, heading to the Land of Yin. I didn't come here because I've taken a fancy to your treasure; I'm just here to say goodbye."

"Fourth Master, Fourth Master?"

Chen Huangpi called out for a long time, but there was no response from inside the house.

This made him subconsciously look at the brass oil lamp hanging at his waist.

The latter sneered and said, "Family member, why are you looking at me? We're leaving anyway, so let's just go in and take it. Then we'll dash to the Yin-Yang Land. Do you think the Four Abbots can chase after us and beat us up?"

"It has mastered the art of making the fake real, and it doesn't lack even a little bit of it."

"Huang Er, you are utterly shameless!"

Chen Huangpi angrily retorted, "As the saying goes, 'One who stays near vermilion gets stained red, and one who stays near ink gets stained black.' You've been with me day and night, and you've corrupted me!"

After saying that, he kicked the door open.

Then, with shining eyes, they searched for the treasures in the yard.

"The Dragon Locking Well is no fun; you can't take it with you, and it can even turn you into an evil dragon."

“Clan member, there’s a small stone pagoda over here! It must have been recently crafted by the Fourth Master!”

"take away!"

"Where's Dongzhen's fake body? Now that you have Dongxu, you shouldn't need it anymore, right?"

"Ha, what do you mean by 'not needed'?"

Chen Huangpi said earnestly, "My fourth master is not as good as me. Just because he can't refine it doesn't mean I can't. I'll melt Dongzhen's fake body into my Dongxu Divine Sword another day."

"So, is the millstone in the kitchen the altar?"

“Take it all! Take everything you can, even the soil on the ground. I suspect this soil isn’t ordinary. And take every tile and brick from this house.”

"And this door too!"

Chen Huangpi muttered to himself, looking at everything as if it might be a treasure.

He said it, and he did it.

Not only did they dig three feet into the ground, they even threw the iron pot from the kitchen into the Book of Souls.

“Master, the Book of Souls is not for storing trash.”

The Soul-Reaping Ghost couldn't help but stick its head out and try to dissuade them, saying, "Let's forget about the things that the Four View Masters practiced to make fakes real, but these soil and bricks are clearly just ordinary things."

"Besides, when will you ever stop digging like this?"

"Although the Fourth Master is not here now, if we waste time, we won't be able to escape when he comes back."

"Even thieves have to make choices!"

"Thank you, Ghost, for teaching me the ways of being a thief."

Chen Huangpi sincerely thanked him, and then set his sights on the main room.

There are nine precious treasures, but only four are on the outside.

After removing the nine-bell hanging under the eaves, there are still four in the main room.

The door to the main room is currently closed.

Chen Huangpi cleared his throat and slowly walked to the foot of the Nine-Leaving Bell.

It was as if it sensed the arrival of the dried tangerine peel.

As the Nine-Separation Bell swayed in the wind, a cold, insane, violent, and cruel gaze fell upon him.

"Nine Bells, it's me!"

Chen Huangpi blinked and said innocently, "I am Chen Huangpi. I am my master's most beloved disciple. We are family. Back in the old temple, I was bullied by the Demon Tree and the leader of the Evil Buddha. My third master even asked you to save me."

He's learned his lesson this time.

They started by playing the emotional card.

The brass oil lamp also shamelessly said, "Ninth Master, I'm Xiao Jiu... no, I'm Huang Er. What happened last time was all a misunderstanding. Can we do each other a favor?"

thump...

The Nine-Part Bell vibrated once.

Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp were on high alert.

But then they discovered that the Nine Separation Bell seemed to have only rung once, and had not been put back into the bell without a word, nor had it started a fight.

This left Chen Huangpi puzzled. He thought to himself, "Huang Er, what does this mean? I feel like it's warning us."

"What warning?"

The brass oil lamp replied dismissively, "This damned intellectual has become an evil entity; he can't even speak properly anymore. He's warning us? If warnings were effective, how could we have obtained so many treasures?"

"Hmph, we're only being polite to it. Otherwise, we'd throw it all in the trash."

"Huang Er, I'll say it again, the Soul-Hooking Book, not the Trash Book!"

The ghost of death gritted its teeth and said, "Why didn't you call the miscellaneous hall you used to stay in the garbage hall?"

"Can this be the same?"

The brass oil lamp exclaimed, "Moreover, the Miscellaneous Hall is also known as the Waste Hall. Waste and garbage are not the same thing."

"I hope that you will never encounter danger again and cry out that you need to hide in the Book of Souls."

The vengeful spirit sneered and disappeared back into the Book of Souls.

Chen Huangpi saw that Jiu Lizhong only gave a warning and did not take any other action.

He also became bolder.

"Thank you for your warning, but I won't listen."

Chen Huangpi's eyes gleamed slyly. He waved to Jiu Lizhong and then pushed open the door to the main room.

next second.

Chen Huangpi's face froze instantly.

Bang.

Chen Huangpi slammed the door shut, then opened it again.

"Fourth Master..."

"Oh my, Master Siguan, you're inside..."

The brass oil lamp immediately put on a fawning smile, shouting in his heart, "Ah Gui, Ah Gui, my good brother, please let me in! Let me hide in the Book of Souls! Please!"

"Brother Huang, my Soul-Catching Book is a piece of junk; the Miscellaneous Goods Hall is where you should go!"

"I am useless, and useless people are the same as garbage."

"hehe."

The main room was dark and cramped.

The evil Taoist looked at Chen Huangpi and the brass oil lamp with a half-smile.

In front of it was a coffin.

The coffin was entirely black, and when sunlight shone on it, the light dimmed, as if it were being swallowed up.

At first glance, it gives one an ominous, dark, and chilling feeling.

"Yellow-skinned creature, you're here?"

"hold head high!"

Chen Huangpi had clear eyes and a look of adoration on his face; he looked as obedient as could be.

"I still need to work on this. Please sit here for a while." "Yes, Fourth Master!"

Chen Huangpi obediently walked to the side, pointed his finger, and a branch of the magic tree sprouted out of thin air, growing into the shape of a small stool.

After he sat down, he focused his gaze on his nose and his mind on his heart.

They were completely lacking the imposing manner they had displayed when they came to steal.

But in his heart, he was screaming, "Huang Er has ruined me!"

If it weren't for Huang Er, even if I wanted to come in and steal something, I might not actually do it.

Even if they were capable of stealing, they might not steal this much.

Even if they stole so much...

Okay, I really did steal a lot.

"Huang Er, I'm going to get a beating!"

“Family member, the way you say that makes it sound like nobody knows it.”

The brass oil lamp said bitterly, "Last time was alright, the Fourth Master only beat you up, but this time I got a part in it too, it seems I can't escape a beating."

Chen Huangpi said indignantly, "Fourth Master is wicked! I'm already fifteen years old, am I some shameless person? Beating me like this will destroy my willpower."

As the saying goes, ambition knows no age.

Young people may have lofty aspirations, but if they are beaten every day, even the greatest aspirations will eventually fizzle out.

The more Chen Huangpi thought about it, the more restless he felt.

I could vaguely feel the phantom pain, and I felt uneasy no matter what.

This is already like this before even getting a beating. If he steals so much stuff this time, he'll probably be hung up and beaten until dark.

Thinking of this, Chen Huangpi gritted his teeth, anger rising in his heart and malice taking root in his courage.

"Fourth Master, aren't you tired?"

Chen Huangpi blinked and said respectfully, "This coffin is so big, you must be sore from hitting it for so long. Let me massage your shoulders and legs!"

As he spoke, he stepped forward and began to massage the shoulders and back of the heretic.

Upon seeing this, the brass oil lamp widened its eyes and thought angrily, "Chen Huangpi, you are shameless! You don't even include me in your attempt to curry favor."

It was unwilling to fall behind.

He then flattered, "Fourth Master, you are truly remarkable. In broad daylight, you were setting up a coffin and still kept the door closed. I thought you weren't home. I didn't even have time to bring many gifts, but I only brought one thing."

"Oh? What is it?"

"Of course, it's Huang Er's way of showing filial piety!"

Having said that, the brass oil lamp immediately lit up, illuminating the cramped room.

"Master of the Four Views! Staying in a dimly lit place for too long will hurt your eyes."

"It was wrong of me, Huang Er. I should have stayed by your side and taken good care of you."

The brass oil lamp sprouted seven or eight arms and legs, winked at Chen Huangpi, and said, "Fellow clansman, you've worked hard. Leave the shoulder and back massage to me. I have many hands, so I'm best suited for this!"

Chen Huangpi pretended not to see or hear anything and focused on fulfilling his filial duty.

Seeing this, the brass oil lamp gritted its teeth and tried to forcibly snatch an arm to knead it.

But at this moment, the evil Taoist shook his head.

"Huang Er, you... you..."

"Master Siguan, please tell me what's wrong with me."

"If you could change your temperament, calm down, and properly think about your own abilities, you would have already achieved great things."

"Huh? I have that ability?"

Upon hearing this, the brass oil lamp became excited.

"Master Siguan, are you telling the truth?"

"The truth will never be hidden, and the falsehood will never be made true, so why ask so many questions?"

The evil Taoist said calmly, "But you've come at the right time. I need you for this coffin."

"Master Siguan, please use it as you wish!"

The brass oil lamp smiled obsequiously and said, "Huang Er, I was refined by you. Even if you were to remelt me ​​and turn me into some kind of supreme treasure, I would never utter a single word of dissent."

Hearing this, Chen Huangpi's eyes widened, and he whispered, "Huang Er, you are truly shameless!"

Having said that, he said to the heretic, "Fourth Master, I also want to be the best in the world!"

The evil Taoist glanced at him and sneered, "You don't need to do anything, you're already the best in the world."

"Fourth Master, I am not the best in the world yet."

Chen Huangpi said hesitantly, "After I am born, I will become the number one Dao Lord. By the way, Master, when will you pass on the position of Dao Lord to me?"

"Wait until your master dies."

"Oh, then I won't become the Dao Master."

"You don't need to become the Dao Lord to be the number one in the world."

"Is this true?"

"Even the Taoists of the Jietian Sect bow down and worship you, calling you the number one thief in the world. How can you not be the number one in the world?"

The heretic's words made Chen Huangpi feel utterly ashamed.

Yes, Master is the Dao Lord.

Anyone else who tries to steal something will probably be killed by the Nine-Leaving Bell before they even get through the door.

Looking at myself, calling it stealing is actually a polite way of putting it.

It's like buying goods.

However, Chen Huangpi still stubbornly tried to cover for himself, saying, "Fourth Master, I really came to say hello to you. I'm going to find Du Rugui and search for the Yin-Yang Land."

"As for stealing, I don't know what happened. It's like my hands just wouldn't obey me as soon as I entered the door."

"Yes...that's how it is."

As he spoke, he took out all the items from the Book of Souls and piled them aside.

Upon seeing this, the heretic waved his hand.

Those things that were made to look real after being fake all returned to their original positions.

Even the pits and craters that had been dug in the yard were immediately filled in.

After doing all this.

The evil Taoist said, "It's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's that you won't be able to use it even if I do. Moreover, these things are tied to karma. The more you carry with you, the easier it is for others to figure out your background."

Chen Huangpi asked curiously, "Fourth Master, are you referring to my identity, Huang Tian?"

"But I can no longer find any rivals in the human world."

"Even if I am recognized, I am not afraid of anyone unless they are immortals."

"Ha ha……"

The evil Taoist shook his head with a chuckle: "Even when I was in the mortal world, I had to act in secret and plan slowly. You, on the other hand, can't find a worthy opponent right away. How about this, I will be your opponent?"

"You not only reforged the Void Realm, but also changed your swordsmanship. I'll have a sword duel with you. I think you, a master of swordsmanship, will surely be able to defeat me."

"Hahaha!"

Chen Huangpi laughed loudly, "Fourth Master, you just love teasing me. What swordsmanship? I don't know anything about swordsmanship..."

My family knows their own affairs.

It is true that the sword path has changed. Apart from myself and the old man Taiyizi who lives in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, no other sword cultivator in the world should have mastered the new sword path.

But the master is different.

Back then, the leader of the Tai Sui sect fought his master for a hundred moves before being defeated.

That is something akin to the Dao itself.

With my limited skills, I'm afraid I'll be defeated in a single move.

Chen Huangpi didn't believe that if his master wanted to use swordsmanship, he would have to learn a new method of swordsmanship.

It's not impossible to open another kendo path.

"Yellow skin".

The evil Taoist priest, with a somber expression, instructed: "Remember, before the changes in heaven and earth, the mortal realm was no weaker than the immortal realm. Who knows, in some small world, there might be a dead true immortal, or even an existence close to the Dao."

"However, you are at the age where your heart is fluttering with youthful passion. You just let my words go in one ear and out the other. It would be a disservice to you to ask you to keep a low profile."

"Sometimes, it's good to be a little more careful."

"If you encounter a powerful opponent, run away first and deal with them when you become stronger. If you encounter a weak opponent, strike first and don't give them a chance to grow."

Upon hearing this, Chen Huangpi suddenly realized what was going on.

"Fourth Master, I understand."

"You mean you want me to bully the old, weak, sick, and disabled?"

"You're not wrong to think that way."

The heretic only said this one sentence, then ignored Chen Huangpi and pointed at the brass oil lamp.

In an instant, the body of the brass oil lamp was captured.

The head of the lamp body, resembling the mouth of a bottle or the lid of a teapot, opens automatically.

Then, a golden brush suddenly appeared in the evil Taoist's hand. He dipped the brush in the oil from the brass lamp and began to write on the black coffin.

Those were golden characters.

It looks like flowers, birds, fish, and insects.

Chen Huangpi exclaimed in surprise, "Fourth Master, the writing on this coffin looks very similar to the writing on my body!"

"This is a decree of Heaven's pardon."

The heretic explained, "The Celestial Era has not yet ended. These characters are Daoist script, which cultivators call the 'Record of Pardon.' But the ones on you are somewhat different."

"After you are born, a cultivator will give you a name."

"So what's the difference?"

Chen Huangpi was very curious. His master had merged with the heavens, so naturally he wrote the Heavenly Pardon, just like the eight big characters on the stone tablet in the dantian world: Master is before the Dao, and Action is after the Dao.

After his birth, he became the Yellow Heaven.

That is the so-called Yellow Heavenly Pardon Register.

They are all the Way of Heaven. How could my own Way of Heaven be more powerful than the Dao script?
The evil Taoist said calmly, "The characters on your body are formed from your own golden and black primordial energy, as well as from the external evils of the Great Void. I couldn't kill those beings, so I erased their consciousness and integrated them into your body."

"understood."

Chen Huangpi touched his brow: "So my writing is actually a combination of the external evils of Taixu, does that mean that I am also an external evil?"

"Begging for a beating!"

The evil Taoist was taken aback, then raised his hand and flicked Chen Huangpi's forehead.

With a thud.

"Ouch, it hurts!"

Chen Huangpi winced in pain, rubbing his head and complaining, "Fourth Master, please don't hit my head, or I'll stunt my growth."

"And what I said makes sense!"

"Huang Er, you are also an evil spirit, you be the judge."

"Ah this..."

The brass oil lamp stammered, unable to speak, wondering what this had to do with him.

I don't want to do anything evil.

The evil Taoist said irritably, "Yellow Skin, you usually act like this master and that ruler, an emperor and a king, but why are you acting so petty here?"

"Fourth Master, what do you mean? I don't understand."

“Silly disciple, think about it carefully, think boldly, why can’t I kill those evil spirits?”

After the heretic finished speaking, he continued to write golden Heavenly Pardons on the coffin.

If Huangpi'er wants to produce the Six Yin Spirits, he must go to the Yin Extreme Land.

How he finds out is his own business.

The master only needs to prepare a coffin for him.

Without this coffin, his Six Yin Spirits cannot escape; even if they do, returning would be a difficult task.

Chen Huangpi pondered deeply.

He never really understood that when his master saved him, although he hadn't yet merged with the heavens and become the Dao Lord for 18,000 years, his master was already almost a Dao being.

Back then, even if you couldn't kill the external evil, you could still barely salvage the situation.

But later, my master became the Dao Lord, independent of the river of time. He could block all the Dao Lords of the past upstream, preventing them from coming down, and even had the power to interfere in present matters.

It would be truly unreasonable to say that it couldn't kill off the external evils.

External evils aren't that hard to kill.

The external evil spirits in his dantian were all chased down like dogs by him, and afterwards, Huang Er ate them in one bite.

"Fourth Master, I can't believe it."

With his head drooping, Chen Huangpi said ingratiatingly to the evil Taoist, "Please tell me, since I've been massaging your shoulders and back."

"Want to know?"

"Want to know."

"There's a rope by the door. Tie it up first. I'll need it when I get the coffin ready and beat you up."

"Alright, Fourth Master."

Chen Huangpi quickly ran to the door, and with a thought, he manipulated the rope to tie his hands together, waiting for the evil Taoist to finish his business so that he could be hung from the roof beam and beaten.

At this moment, the evil cultivator spoke slowly and deliberately: "The evil forces are not all the same. Those evil forces that are chasing you essentially contain a part of the Heavenly Dao of the Great Void."

"The one in the dantian world only contains a trace of power."

"The Heavenly Dao of Taixu is not dead yet."

"Therefore, I cannot kill them."

"Then wouldn't I..."

Chen Huangpi said in confusion, "The Heavenly Dao of the two great worlds are intertwined. I am both Huangtian and part of the Heavenly Dao of Taixu. If I go there, won't the external evils of Taixu think that I have devoured Huangtian and succeeded?"

“Those former Dao Lords severed themselves, thus surviving from the desolate world. They took too much with them.”

"The way of heaven is to make up for the excess of damage."

"Moreover, you were born stillborn, which means you lack the necessary foundation. I thought that if I didn't take care of you, you would definitely be bullied in the future. So I decided to use you to mend the Heavenly Dao!"

"In the future, you will be the most powerful Dao Lord in the history of this world, because this world will become even stronger."

"That's wonderful, Fourth Master!"

Chen Huangpi said excitedly, "I can't wait to become the Dao Lord. Once I become the Dao Lord, I will kill all those former Dao Lords who bullied you, and I will make everything revolve around me."

Upon seeing this, the heretic shook his head and chuckled.

Actually, it didn't tell the whole story.

What it was trying to say was that if... if Chen Huangpi were ever truly driven to the brink of despair, and even the eerie outlines beyond that world were to attack him, then the Taixu World would actually be the escape route it had left for him.

But, until then.

I suppose that I, as the master, have already dealt with all the beings I could.

I just hope that Huangpi'er's future will be easier.

"Fourth Master, why are you looking so dejected?"

Chen Huangpi said, "Could it be that you've also been impressed by my lofty ambitions?"

"But that's normal. After all, Master, you're getting old. Your fists aren't as hard as they used to be, and you're not as ruthless as you used to be."

"In the future, I will definitely take advantage of my youth to beat all those bad guys who bullied us into mincemeat!"

"Very good, very arrogant, I am very pleased."

The evil Taoist narrowed his eyes, just as he finished writing the Heavenly Pardon on the coffin.

Then, it accepted the golden calligraphy brush.

He grabbed the brass oil lamp and flung it away forcefully.

The brass oil lamp suddenly turned into a whip.

"Fourth Master, why aren't you hitting me with the bamboo stick anymore?"

"Because Huang Er is more comfortable to use, and it hurts more when he hits you."

The evil Taoist said expressionlessly, "Also, I can't tell whether your ambitions are far-reaching or not, but I can tell that you're itching for a beating."

"If you don't discipline someone for three days, they'll be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles."

“I just haven’t been keeping an eye on you for a while, and you’ve been doing this and that, and it’s gotten even worse since you left the Ten Thousand Mountains.”

"What, do you think you've grown too big for your britches and that I can't control you anymore?"

These words struck Chen Huangpi as strangely familiar.

His expression shifted, and he tentatively asked, "Master...Master?"

"what!!"

The evil Taoist didn't answer; he just hung Chen Huangpi up and beat him, then went up and whipped his buttocks.

The cracking of the whip echoed one after another, making Chen Huangpi shudder and scream in pain.

"Master, I am Huangpi'er."

“Master, I am Huang Er. When did you regain your senses? Why didn’t you say anything? Ouch, stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! You’ve spilled all my lamp oil.”

"You two bastards."

The more the evil person was attacked, the angrier he became.

"The son of Yama is called Agui, right? Of the four of you, only he is sensible and knows how to behave properly. The others are not even human and do stupid things all the time."

"Master, and the fox mountain god too, it doesn't know its own limits either!"

"That little fox will be of great use to me in the future. Besides, it stays by your side and never utters a sound. Doesn't it know its place?"

"Master, it's all Huang Er's fault for leading me astray."

"Master, is this how you play the game? Fine, fine, Abbot, I'm going to report Chen Huangpi! I have all the evidence against him!" (End of Chapter)