The East King Duke Who Forgets His Meals But Not His Beatings

Ye Jun suddenly had an idea. This Wuji Mountain was unlike other places.

As the former dojo of Old Ancestor Yin Yang, it was filled with many good things.

At the very least, Old Ancestor Yin Yang had cultivated for tens of thousands of years; his collection couldn't be small, right?

If Ye Jun made this place his own dojo, it would be incredibly comfortable.

With that thought, Ye Jun rushed into Wuji Mountain. The formations within could still block others.

But to block Ye Jun, who had already broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm, was wishful thinking.

As Ye Jun walked in, his divine sense suddenly swept across the entirety of Wuji Mountain, instantly locking onto a pavilion.

Outside this pavilion was a formation protected by Yin Yang energy.

"This must be the Yin Yang Great Array," Ye Jun muttered.

As soon as he spoke, Ye Jun's figure flickered, and he appeared before the great array.

Inside, black and white intertwined, with dragons formed from Yin Yang energy flowing everywhere. If one accidentally stepped into this great array, they would be instantly devoured by this Yin Yang energy.

Anything protected by the Yin Yang Great Array must be either a cave dwelling or a scripture repository. This one looked like the scripture repository of Wuji Mountain.

Ever since Old Ancestor Yin Yang died, no one had bothered with Wuji Mountain.

The main reason was that ordinary people couldn't break through the mountain-guarding formation.

Ye Jun formed a hand seal, and the Dao Rhyme around him transformed into a giant handprint that moved towards the Yin Yang Great Array.

The Yin Yang Great Array maintained its normal operation by balancing Yin Yang energy.

Ye Jun used the malevolent energy from the God-Slaying Spear to directly boost the Yin energy within the Yin Yang Great Array, causing the Yin Yang energy to instantly lose its balance.

The Yin Yang Great Array naturally crumbled without a fight, and Ye Jun strode into the scripture repository.

Numerous bookshelves were neatly arranged within the scripture repository, dazzling to behold. Even Ye Jun couldn't help but feel surprised.

"It seems Old Ancestor Yin Yang really liked collecting these things," Ye Jun mumbled.

Continuing further inside, he saw a chessboard. Old Ancestor Yin Yang's love for playing chess was something the entire Primordial World should have known.

This chessboard itself was unremarkable, but the two bowls of black and white chess pieces placed beside it greatly interested Ye Jun.

He imagined that when fighting someone in the future, he could wave his hand and fling out a hundred and eight black and white chess pieces – how exciting that would be.

With that thought, Ye Jun directly waved his hand, and the chess pieces on the board were instantly pocketed by him.

Besides the hundred and eight black and white chess pieces, there was also an ancient tome on the chessboard.

The words "Yin Yang Dao Method" were clearly written on it. Ye Jun couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

It seemed that when Old Ancestor Yin Yang left, he had already guessed that he might not have a good end.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have left behind the hundred and eight black and white chess pieces, or even the Yin Yang Dao Method.

Just then, a commotion suddenly erupted outside, causing Ye Jun's brow to furrow.

"Come, this is the place, this was Old Ancestor Yin Yang's scripture repository. Clear this place out for this poor monk."

Ye Jun raised an eyebrow. That voice sounded familiar!

Immediately, his figure flickered, and he appeared at the entrance of the scripture repository. Then, he saw East King Duke arriving with a group of people.

"Fellow Daoist Donghua, long time no see!" Ye Jun said with a look of disdain.

East King Duke, who had been issuing orders moments ago, suddenly felt his heart tremble upon hearing the voice.

No way, this jinx is here?

He then looked in the direction of the scripture repository and saw Ye Jun standing there with his arms crossed, a smile on his face.

"Ye... Ye Jun, Fellow Daoist, why are you here?" East King Duke stammered.

"This is my dojo. Where else would I be if not here?" Ye Jun said dismissively.

His dojo?

What's going on?

East King Duke wanted to establish the Purple Mansion, and he needed some spiritual treasures and cultivation methods to anchor it, right?

So, helpless, East King Duke went to Zixiao Palace to consult Dao Ancestor Hongjun.

However, Dao Ancestor Hongjun couldn't possibly give away all the treasures in his Zixiao Palace. Fortunately, Hongjun thought that Wuji Mountain was ownerless.

He then instructed East King Duke to come here and take all of Old Ancestor Yin Yang's belongings back to the Purple Mansion.

Thus, East King Duke brought his men here, but he never expected to encounter the jinx Ye Jun here.

"Your dojo? What a joke! This is a place Dao Ancestor Hongjun directed me to. Is there anything in the entire Primordial World that a Saint doesn't know about?" East King Duke said forcefully.

Ye Jun couldn't help but look at East King Duke with a bit more respect. By now, the entire Primordial World should have known about his breakthrough to Quasi-Saint.

Yet, East King Duke dared to speak like this. He was indeed courageous.

However, what Ye Jun didn't expect was that after being bullied by Ye Jun last time, East King Duke had returned to Zixiao Palace.

Dao Ancestor Hongjun was counting on East King Duke to do his bidding, so naturally, he couldn't ignore the situation. Thus, East King Duke cultivated in Zixiao Palace for several thousand years.

He was also recovering from his injuries. The pitiful East King Duke had no idea that Ye Jun had already become a Quasi-Saint.

Otherwise, the moment he saw Ye Jun, he should have turned around and fled.

"This humble one said, this is this humble one's dojo. If you still don't leave, don't blame this humble one for taking action," Ye Jun said in a deep voice.

"Take action? Ye Jun, don't you forget, this humble one is the Head of Male Immortals, the spokesperson for the Saints in the Primordial World!" East King Duke said loudly.

Ye Jun shook his head and said with a smile, "Head of Male Immortals? What a load of crap. It seems you've forgotten the lesson from before."

East King Duke's face turned ugly. How dare this guy bring that up.

"Ye Jun, if you dare to lay a hand on me again, the Saints will not let you go!" East King Duke said slowly.

He held his dragon-headed staff in front of his chest, wary of Ye Jun.

"Saints? Regardless of whether the Saints will act, this humble one only knows that if you don't leave now, you'll force this humble one to act!" Ye Jun said word by word.

As soon as his voice fell, a black and red light appeared in front of Ye Jun.

The God-Slaying Spear was inserted quietly into the ground, its killing aura swirling around, causing East King Duke to involuntarily take a few steps back.

Seeing this, Ye Jun sneered. He stomped his left foot, and the Spiritual Energy of the entire Wuji Mountain was drawn in. For a moment, his Quasi-Saint aura was fully revealed!

East King Duke's entire face turned the color of pig liver, and he stammered, "Quasi-Saint? You broke through?"

Ye Jun's expression was blank. He held the cold shaft of the God-Slaying Spear in one hand and quietly looked at East King Duke.

"So what if I'm a Quasi-Saint? Below Saints, all are ants! This humble one doesn't believe..."

Before East King Duke could finish speaking, Ye Jun had already flung him aside with a single sweep of the spear, sending him crashing into a nearby hill.