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

However, Yi Chen still accepted Linglong's invitation and came to attend the banquet.

The eagle dares to perch on tree branches sprouting from the cliff, not because it trusts the sturdiness of the branches, but because it trusts the strength of its own wings.

Shortly after the banquet began, Linglong clapped his hands, and immediately two groups of Mei Ji filed in a long line, one after another.

After a round of singing and dancing, Yi Chen decisively commented that it was not inferior to a certain grand dance troupe from his previous life.

At Linglong's signal, two of the dancers soon sat down beside Yi Chen, one on each side—one voluptuous and the other petite and exquisite, both were top-notch beauties.

The two of them carefully attended to Yi Chen.

"Taoist Yi really is young and promising. I heard that in Wujang Prefecture, you boldly slaughtered 'Badao,' and it seems likely that your ranking on the Dragon Tiger List will rise even higher next time, perhaps even enter the top ten."

"Indeed, who in this world does not know of you?" Linglong courteously complimented.

"Haha, Family Head is too kind with his words."

"Just a casual effort. Family Head, with the business you're guarding, accompanied by fine wine and beautiful women every day, that is truly the life of an immortal," Yi Chen laughed heartily as he bit into a grape that the lady to his left had peeled and handed over, yet internally he was calculating his fortune that the news of his defeating Zhang Longyi with a single punch had not spread.

This was indeed a piece of good news.

"Taoist, stop touching that. Have another drink," perhaps because Yi Chen had been lost in thought just now and had applied too much force, the beautiful woman on his right couldn't help but frown slightly and shifted her body as she coaxed him.

For a moment, everyone at the banquet could not help but chuckle: "The Taoist truly is a man of temperament."

"Gentlemen, cheers to victory!"

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of dishes, Yi Chen put down his wine cup, stared intently at Family Head Ling's face, and suddenly spoke, "Does the Family Head know what's the story behind the black energy that sometimes appears in the sky above Lingyang City, sucking away people's vital essence?"

Suddenly, the lively atmosphere came to an abrupt halt.

Moving from a hidden to an open identity wasn't wholly bad, Yi Chen decided to be direct, aiming to catch the other party off guard.

Linglong's eyes narrowed, and he set down his chopsticks and said with a smile, "I was wondering why my humble Lingyang City would attract such an esteemed expert like you." Discover stories with empire

"I never expected the Taoist would come for this matter."

"Well, nothing is too secret to share. It's okay to tell you; this matter is a great taboo in my Lingyang City."

"Have you heard of the Demon-Sealing Battle? Ten thousand years ago, there was also a great upheaval. Suddenly, many spatial rifts appeared in the world of Da Yue, leading to a prolonged calamity of demons, which was then sealed away by the joint efforts of all the major powers."

"There are rumors that right under the ground where Lingyang City stands, a demon of unknown nature was once sealed."

"The black fog over the sky of Lingyang City has a long history, appearing more than two hundred years ago. It can consume people's vital essence, but it's not much of an issue for cultivators, and for ordinary people, it simply causes a feeling of fatigue."

"The fog appears and disappears without warning, and only after extensive investigation by my Ling family did we learn that the land on which our ancestors built the city was formerly a place for sealing demons."

"Fortunately, the harm from this black fog is not significant, so my Ling family didn't bother with it anymore."

"Taoist, please keep this secret for me, and don't spread the word to avoid causing unrest. Lingyang City is not large and lies in a remote location; it can't afford such disturbances," the Family Head Ling said solemnly.

After hearing this, Yi Chen immediately laughed: "I did not expect such a tale. I was being rash, please do not take offense, Family Head."

As for what Family Head Ling said, Yi Chen didn't believe a word.

What kind of thing could not be worn down by ten thousand years? Who are they trying to fool?

But with Yi Chen's shrewdness, naturally, he would not point this out.