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

Chapter 791 - 791 454 Saint Jia Loulan!

?791: Chapter 454: Saint Jia Loulan!

_2 791: Chapter 454: Saint Jia Loulan!

_2 However, what it never expected was that this strike not only failed to intimidate, but instead drove the chaotic Demonkin troops even crazier.

“Brothers, once the bow is drawn, there’s no turning back, charge if you don’t want to die!”

Immediately following, a Demonkin wielding a large red spear wildly lunged forward.

The Blue-blooded Demon Noble, with a swing of his longsword, parried the spear and, with a surge of Demon Yuan, chopped the attacker in two.

At that moment, a streak of black light sped forth, a powerful magic-imbued arrow shooting straight toward him.

Despite his desperate attempts to dodge, a fierce gash still appeared on the face of the Blue-blooded Demon Noble.

“Damn it…”

“Brothers, the City Lord is injured, kill him!

Kill him!”

“Fairness!

Fairness!

Fairness!”

Watching the bleeding Blue-blooded Demon, the Demonkin assaulting the City Lord’s Mansion became even more frenzied.

Endless slashing, relentless killing, observing the chaotic Demonkin, whom he usually regarded as cattle and weeds, the Blue-blooded Demon Noble felt a wave of despair rising in his heart.

What further enraged him were the so-called followers of the Demon Righteous Church mingled among the common Demonkin.

Not only were their cultivation strong, but they also possessed mysterious techniques that drove these clods to madness, making them disregard their own lives.

Many among the City Defense Army had been bewitched as well, joining the rebellious ranks.

“Demon Lord, I, Pig Bristle of the Demon Pig clan, have been loyal to you~”

Puff puff puff puff puff.

Amid the chaos of flying knives and dark arrows, the Blue-blooded Demon Noble fell like a porcupine, and after this battle, a mid-sized border city of the Western Extreme Demon Country strikingly changed its appearance.

Cries, laughter, pleas for mercy, merged above the city and resounded for a long time.

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…

Time, like a demon donkey, once it starts running, it doesn’t stop, and half a month flashed by in an instant.

Half a month later, Yi Chen headed towards Youcheng once again, looking at the city enveloped in black smoke and flames, he opened his mouth slightly, feeling his scalp tingle for a moment.

Within the city engulfed in flames, cries for “fairness” could occasionally be heard.

The slogan of the Demon Righteous Church was carefully crafted by Yi Chen, a Taoist priest who excelled in understanding human nature.

He knew a simple truth well.

Whoever has the cheapest ticket to Heaven procures more followers.

Just like the Chan Buddhism declaring ‘Amitabha,’ where one could achieve instantaneous enlightenment by reciting the Buddha’s name, directly defeating other sects overwhelmingly followed the same principle.

But even Yi Chen, the instigator, never imagined that the situation could spread so quickly and terrifyingly.

The suppressed resentment of ordinary Demonkin in the Demon Realm, accumulated over countless millennia, was finally ignited at this moment.

Perhaps the Demon Realm had long been sitting on a volcano; now Yi Chengzi merely fanned the flames of ordinary Demonkin with a torch.

Such a flame was so strong and terrifying that Yi Chen, as the instigator, could not control its combustion, a fire powerful enough to burn everything to white ashes.

A certain Taoist Priest came just at the right time, killed three Prince-level Demonkin, ignited the “Fairness” Holy Fire, and also spread the Secret Technique of Purifying Bloodline as a battering ram, cracking open a fissure in the rigid hierarchy of the Four Great Demon Kingdoms.

Those who had deep hatred took the opportunity to seek revenge; ambitious schemers pushed things forward, and many ordinary Demonkin, who could no longer endure the dark days, began to fight back.

In the never-fair Demon Realm, the word “fairness” struck directly at the soul!

Like an Ancient God’s whisper, it drove the Demonkin mad.

During this, the lines between good and evil were no longer so clearly defined.

Soon, Yi Chen grasped the intricacies behind this.

His role in the Demon Realm was akin to Zhang Jue, the leader of the Yellow Turban Army from his past life in the Han Dynasty.

Zhang Jue betrayed his class; he, Yi Chengzi as the Fair Demon Venerate, killed three Prince-level masters from the Four Great Demon Kingdoms, gaining unmatched prestige and similarly betraying the high-standing Demon Noble class.

At least to the ordinary Demonkin, that was the case.

To know that this was a figure comparable to a Demon Lord, what else was he incapable of?

Yet he still fired the first shot in rebellion against the Four Great Demon Kingdoms.

So great, Fair Demon Venerate…

Such were the thoughts in many ordinary Demonkin’s minds.

Having a leader lead the charge was just one aspect.

Secondly, Yi Chen also created a manifesto, proposed the slogan “fairness”, striking deeply into countless ordinary Demonkin’s hearts.

Thirdly, he set up a new interest group tied to the benefits by using the Secret Technique of Purifying Bloodline.

These three aspects, indispensable, directly ignited the whole Demon Realm, just as the Yellow Turban Army had ignited the entire Great Han, gathering a nationwide response.

At last, Yi Chen fell silent, when suddenly a group of Demonkin inside the city gate spotted him.

They rubbed their eyes, and for a moment, they couldn’t help but cheer in delight.

“Everyone, come and see, it’s the Holy Venerable, Jia Loulan!”

“Holy Venerable Jia Loulan’s magic power is boundless, he has heard our calls and really came.”

“What?

Holy Venerable Jia Loulan is outside the city?

The Holy Venerable is here!

The Holy Venerable is here!”

Gradually, the erstwhile quiet city burst into joy once again.

Looking at the many exuberant Demonkin rushing toward him and kneeling on the ground, Yi Chen also felt very intrigued for a moment.

“…”

Damn, since when did I go from being the Fair Demon Venerate to the Holy Venerable?

Yi Chen was speechless and choked up; he wanted to write a memoir for himself.

The book would be titled, “My Struggle—About How I Did All the Bad Things in the Demon Realm and Yet Ended up Being Its Holy Venerable.”

“Holy Venerable, these are the treasures and beautiful witches we’ve captured, please enjoy!”

A Demonkin leader clapped his hands, he looked at Yi Chen deeply, and immediately a group of people, pressing several heavy iron boxes filled with Blood Essence Stones and ‘beautiful witches,’ came forward.

Yi Chen: “…”

“Register the Blood Essence Stones, and distribute them based on casualties and contributions, discuss it among yourselves.”

“And remember to give extra portions to the families of the Demonkin brothers who died in this battle, if they still have families.”

“Also, conduct burial rites for the deceased Demonkin brothers so their bodies don’t rot in the wilderness,” Yi Chen said casually.

The Fair Demon Venerate didn’t need Blood Essence Stones because the Fair Demon Venerate could get whatever he needed for free.

“My lord, all these Demon women are virgins, you could…”

The leader tried to persuade him further but was interrupted by Yi Chen again.

“I do not covet women!

If these women are guilty, kill them; if not, let them go.

Don’t mess around in front of me.”

Looking at the beautiful Demonkin before him, the Great Qin State Preceptor found it unnecessary, he was disgusted.

“Your servant is doggedly loyal and willing to go through fire and water for you, my lord!”

Hearing what Yi Chen said, the Canine Demon leader kneeled thunderously, the trace of suspicion and wariness in his eyes fading significantly.

The fervor in the eyes of the many Demonkin grew even stronger.

So magnificent, Holy Venerable Jia Loulan!

Even the group of Demon women who were presented as gifts looked at Yi Chen’s figure with a mix of shock and gratitude.

This Holy Venerable Jia Loulan was truly different from other high-ranking members of the Demon Clan.

He neither humiliated them nor casually handed them over to his subordinates but dealt with the matter on its merits.

The thin moral baseline of National Master Yi Chengzi looked remarkably like a radiant sun across the moral lowlands of the Demon Realm, illuminating the entire land.

“Holy Venerable, please tell us more about the teachings of the Demon Righteous Church.”

Countless Demonkin prostrated themselves, their expressions fervent as they started to ask Yi Chen.

Yi Chen: “…” Fuck, I made up the Demon Righteous Church on the fly, how could I have any teachings.

But this wasn’t a problem for Yi Chen.

Seeing the fervor in front of him, his eyes gleamed, and he slowly began to narrate in his own words.

He made it up on the spot.

Essentially it was about respecting the old and caring for the young…

Simply put, he took the principle of ‘the world belongs to all’ and mixed it randomly into a ramble.

Many ordinary Demonkin listened as if enchanted, the scenes Yi Chen described seemed like Heaven on Earth to them.

Many were so inspired that they started writing furiously on animal skins.

The setting sun, the burning flames, blood not yet dried, and devout Demonkin instantly formed a magnificent tableau.

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Inside Youcheng.

The City Lord of Youcheng was also deep in thought at that moment.

It recalled the information about Yi Chen, particularly his formidable physique which even the Single-Horned Demon Dragon of the Eastern Demon Kingdom dared not provoke, its expression shifting momentarily.

“Could it be that Jia Loulan has the bloodline of the Mammoth Demon Elephant?”

“Exactly!

That’s why he hates the Western Extreme Demon Country so much, it all makes sense now.”