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Chapter 640 - 550: Yin and Yang Dao God Monarch: Wuyouzi!_2

Chapter 640: Chapter 550: Yin and Yang Dao God Monarch: Wuyouzi!_2

And this fellow was a lustful spirit who wasn’t picky about his desires.

As such, he garnered quite an amount of attention among his fellow disciples.

He was frequently invited by his senior sisters and brothers for deep cultivation discussions.

Yes, the Unworried Mountain, a branch of the Unworried God Monarch, gave off a somewhat Joyful Demon Sect aura and was really into their "interactions".

As a result, things like gender weren’t strictly held to, and they liked group cultivation discussions, a truly tangled affair.

During these interactive "cultivation discussions," two people would have twice the joy, yet ten people would provide a full tenfold of joy, which is akin to earthly paradise.

As the information passed over, Wang Zijia gradually started to understand his identity more, but what he learned more were the countless cultivation battles that absolutely disrupted his worldview.

"Sigh, I was still so naive! I thought I had ample learning resources!"

"Looks like, compared to the cunning demonic beings of the Devil Gate, I’m nothing but a newbie Taoist boy!"

"Wait, what the hell is this?"

During Wang Zijia’s memory search full of whirl thoughts, an extremely vivid, soul-satisfying scenario appeared.

It was a mega cultivation discussion where a chaotic mix of men and women, dozens of them, were interwoven, but the core person was not him but the Unworried God Monarch.

In a flurry of bodies, everyone was deeply engaged in the cultivation discussion. The encounter was fierce but surprisingly joyous.

But this fellow is a direct descendant of the old devil, Unworried! That’s way too... carnivorous...

Huh?

In the next moment, Wang Zijia, who was soul searching, decisively sealed off this cultivation discussion.

Simply put, this cultivation discussion was a trap!

Or you could say, it was a type of mind impression casting which can protect disciples’ minds, but also be used to counterattack, waiting for soul searchers like Wang Zijia to fall into their trap.

An average person who rushed in might become enslaved by the memories of the God Monarch, becoming a mere tool of cultivation discussions, perverted by lust.

This method was incredibly subtle. Wang Zijia didn’t notice it earlier when he was checking the weights.

The main reason was that this method was a type of memory cognition infringement, which was highly advanced in the Way of the Heart and nothing like crude methods.

"Quite crafty!" Wang Zijia had to be much more cautious and stopped underestimating it.

Devil cultivators daring to dwell on the madness’ edge and repeatedly practice their demonic cultivation to attain the God Monarch’s level weren’t simple at all.

Wang Zijia carefully searched for the other party’s memory, mainly focusing on the Unworried God Monarch and the Protecting Sect Array.

After a while, when Wang Zijia finished retrieving the memory, he slightly furrowed his brows.

"The formation eye is in the forbidden area? And not in the specialized Array Formation Department?"

"Is this the fundamental difference between the Taoist School and the Devil Gate?"

"Right, the key to life like this, the big shots definitely wouldn’t trust others with it!"

"However, this could be a bit tricky now. This guy doesn’t have the qualification to enter the forbidden area, let alone infiltrate it."

With just a moment’s thought, Wang Zijia found a good solution.

His hands moved quickly, and countless runes surged into Ji Qi’s body in front of him, continuously refining him.

With Wang Zijia’s current cultivation, using the Pseudo-body Refining Method to refine a real body was a breeze.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Ji Qi’s consciousness was completely eliminated by Wang Zijia.

In addition to that, everything else, including the soul, karma, etc., was refined by Wang Zijia into the pseudo-body.

His body, like a coat, was draped over Wang Zijia.

Wang Zijia completely turned into Ji Qi himself. Even if it was the Infant God or a Tribulation Crossing elder who came, they might not be able to tell the real from the fake.

After finishing everything, Wang Zijia inspected himself.

This Ji Qi, among other things, was actually wearing a pair of Pseudo Magical Treasures on his feet, and the functionality of this treasure was somewhat odd.

The core functionality was to pamper the feet, not for fleeing.

After retrieving the memory, he finally found out the origin of this Pseudo Magical Treasure and subconsciously twitched at the corner of his mouth.

"Indeed a devil!"

Wang Zijia muttered to himself, confirmed that he hadn’t missed anything, and then got up and left the room.

"Master, you’ve ended your retreat so soon!"

"Yi, does Father require a bath?"

"······"

As soon as he emerged, he was surrounded again by a group of demonesses waiting outside, their eyes full of spring as they gazed at him, wanting to discuss the Dao with him.

It wasn’t that Ji Qi was very handsome, it was entirely because these demonesses were deeply branded as slaves, the very worst kind, their minds filled almost entirely with thoughts of discussing the Dao with him.

Wang Zijia made an inconspicuous effort to shake off the demonesses clinging to him.

"I have business, I’ve to go to see the Patriarch!"

Although these demonesses were always in heat, they at least had some reason. Upon hearing this, they sobered up instantly and dared not entangle him any further.

Wang Zijia quickly left the cave mansion and headed towards the mountain summit.

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The Burial Spirit Sect was a scene of many mountains. Especially in the East District, each of the God Monarchs had at least one or several mountains of their own.

Each mountain had its clear faction. This was much clearer than the separation of the various veins and factions of Wanyu.

The various veins of Wanyu were just different in Tao Law, the various veins were deeply entwined and could not be clearly separated.

But the situation in the Devil Gate was completely different; most of the cultivation methods of the Devil Gate had back doors, and some were even entirely furnace cauldron cultivation methods. The ultimate goal of cultivation was to refine oneself into a perfect great medicine for the master.

Most of the veins cultivated by one’s self was one’s own granary.

Therefore, the factions of the Devil Gate had a natural, physical distinction.

Unworried Mountain was a not small vein of the Burial Spirit Sect.

As Wang Zijia flew towards the mountain peak, he saw that there were many people openly discussing the Dao in many buildings. What was even more, some people wanted him to join on the spot when they saw Wang Zijia pass by.

This was... the Demonic Kiln!

Huh!

Dream on of disturbing my Daoist heart, my heart is like iron!

When Wang Zijia arrived at the main hall of the patriarch of Unworried Mountain, he saw a sea of white again.

Pink curtains were everywhere, and amidst the fragrant wind, many people were lost in discussing the Dao.

"It’s little Qi Qi who’s come, have you missed the patriarch?"

In the next moment, Wang Zijia felt a heat all over his body, and a phantom-like figure coiled around him like a snake.

The figure coiled around him and with her hand, she nudged Wang Zijia’s chin, making him lift his head.

The cool and smooth touch stimulated his nerves, and his whole body was under high stimulation.

He was slightly shocked inside, his face showed a little nervousness, but his eyes were full of intoxication and fanaticism.

"Gulp!"

Wang Zijia swallowed a mouthful of saliva and nervously said, "Patr... Patriarch, I have an important matter to report."

As he spoke, he deliberately glanced at the brothers and sisters in the Great Hall who were discussing the Dao.

"Is that so? Then Qi Qi come to my room, I haven’t had a good look at you and guided your cultivation in a long time!"

As soon as the snake-like figure left these words, it disappeared, and Wang Zijia breathed a sigh of relief with joy and fanaticism on his face.

He glanced at his brothers and sisters who were still discussing the Dao, then turned and headed towards the side of the Great Hall.

After passing through several halls, he stepped into a huge pink hall.

Before entering the hall, Wang Zijia stopped, carefully took off his shoes, and stepped in barefoot.

This was one of Unworried God Monarch’s taboos - visitors were not allowed to wear shoes.

Well, Unworried God Monarch likely has a serious foot fetish!

The reason why Ji Qi was favored was because he had a pair of very good-looking feet, for a man that is.

That’s right, it’s not because Ji Qi was very talented or sensible, the root cause was his feet, which had appealed to the patriarch since he was a child.

He had specially given him this pair of pseudo magical treasure-level boots to protect them.

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Stepping into the Great Hall barefoot, the touch wasn’t cold at all, but felt like stepping on velvet.

The entire hall was covered with a carpet made from the special fur of a second-grade demonic beast, the touch was extremely comfortable, and it was convenient for discussing the Dao anytime, anywhere.

Numerous pink gauze curtains hung in the Great Hall. The curtains shimmered in the breeze, emanating a gentle fragrance and rendering the surrounding areas faintly visible.