The Daoist Is About to Take Off

Inside the Saint True Tomb.

Duan De expended every ounce of effort, crossing mountains of blades and seas of fire, passing through layer upon layer of formations, breaking free from the encirclement of countless Yin corpses and ghost generals as he continued deeper into the great tomb.

He was like an indestructible cockroach. No matter how perilous or difficult things became, nothing could stop him from moving forward.

That was simply Duan De's nature. As long as the temptation was great enough, he would dare to venture even into an immortal's grave.

He had only recently awakened in this lifetime, yet he had already dared to enter Emperor Qing's Yin Tomb. That showed just how enormous Fatty's courage was.

"Hmph, Qin, aren't you feeling very pleased with yourself right now?"

"You probably think this Daoist has submitted to you, don't you? Heh, my poor brother, you surely never imagined that you were completely dancing in the palm of my hand."

As he advanced, Duan De continued encouraging himself.

"This is only the beginning. Once I accumulate a little more, I'll definitely get a firm grip on you. The Emperor Weapon and Immortal Material are merely in your care for now. A gentleman must avenge old grudges!"

"I'm not trying to prove anything. I merely want to tell everyone that I will personally reclaim anything I have lost!"

"You bastard Ye, you're an accomplice too, so don't think you'll get off easy. And that Dead Dog—you're the least human thing of all. Just wait. This Daoist will do this and that to you, then that and this..."

"Those three idiots have probably already gone to the Yaochi Grand Gathering. They would never imagine that this Daoist is making a fortune here, sewing a wedding dress for me for nothing."

Duan De