Chapter 145: I’m Off to Kill Someone, Talk Later


    <strong>Yunzhong Pavilion.</strong>


    Prodigies gathered, banquets were in full swing, with exquisite food and fine wines flowing freely.


    Huang Tu stood at the center of the crowd, full of spirit and confidence.


    Xu Tongchen stood by his side, holding a cup of wine, but his mind was elsewhere.


    He was still pondering the strange sensation he had felt that day.


    The Sr True Fire was his greatest stroke of fortune and his most prized possession.


    With it, he could have easily ranked in the top ten of the Eastern Lands Prodigy List. However, to keep a low profile and not overshadow Huang Tu, he chose to rank just behind him.


    The Sr True Fire was incredibly powerful and highly sensitive to treasures rted to the sun.


    Yet when he saw that man, he felt as if the man himself... was like a zing sun.


    His Sr True Fire kept jumping, almost as if... it recognized its father.


    “Huang Tu’s mastery of the Dao has deepened. This time, he might break into the top fifteen, maybe even the top ten, in the Eastern Lands Prodigy Battle,” someone at the banquet praised Huang Tu.


    Huang Tu epted the praise with an arrogant expression.


    At this point, someone else added, "It’s a pity though. If Huang Tu had Xu Tongchen’s Sr True Fire, he would surely be ranked in the top three!"


    Hearing this, Xu Tongchen''s expression subtly changed.


    The speaker was Zheng Fangxing, a cultivator ranked seven hundredth on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List.


    His sect had a long-standing grudge with Xu Tongchen’s Seven Words Sect.


    Now, he was tantly trying to sow discord.


    Despite this, the haughty Huang Tu didn’t bother hiding his true thoughts and nced at Xu Tongchen. “It is indeed a pity.”


    Xu Tongchen felt stifled and angry, but he couldn’t retaliate, so he could only force an awkward smile.


    The Bright Pce’s arrogance was ingrained, and they acted with impunity.


    Zheng Fangxing continued, “That Blood-d Sword God from the Divine Flower Gathering has been relentlessly provoking the Bright Pce.


    My master, Mo Ku, has long been disgusted by his arrogance and has gone to the Ming King Pce to join Elder Qian Yuan in facing off against him.


    But... some people, despite being from Cuiyun Continent, fail to unite with us against the Blood-d Sword God. Their rtionship with him is rather ambiguous.”


    Zheng Fangxing was clearly targeting the Seven Words Sect.


    A few days ago, Elder Qian Yuan had challenged the Blood-d Sword God.


    The surrounding forces near the Ming King Pce were all summoned to witness the battle.


    Of course, it wasn’t just to witness; it was to support.


    Zheng Fangxing’s master, Mo Ku, had gone early upon hearing the news.


    Xu Tongchen’s master, Xu Yeli, however, had made excuses not to go.


    “Some people are just cowards, too afraid of the Blood-d Sword God,” Zheng Fangxing kept egging on the situation.


    “Hmph, a mere cultivator from the Hundred Nations, who just happened to break through to the Purple Pce Realm, dares to challenge the Bright Pce? He’s courting death!”


    “At Ming King Pce, Elder Qian Yuan has set the stage. I bet that Blood-d Sword God won’t even dare to show up and will just hide in the Hundred Nations!”


    The young prodigies in the pce were full of praise for the Bright Pce and full of mockery for the Blood-d Sword God.


    Their sects might have had Purple Pce cultivators, but in front of the Bright Pce, they could only y the dog.


    The idea of a Blood-d Sword God challenging the Bright Pce seemed absurd to them.


    "After the prodigy battle, we’ll probably hear about the Blood-d Sword God’s defeat," a young cultivator said.


    Huang Tu nodded in agreement. "The Blood-d Sword God is nothing to fear. He’s just using underhanded methods."


    For the past few days, jade slips of the Bright Pce’s Nascent Soul elders being struck by divine lightning had been circting widely.


    In the cultivation world, many secretly criticized the Bright Pce.


    After all, the Bright Pce’s overbearing nature had long bred resentment among lower-level cultivators.


    But criticism aside, it didn’t really harm the Bright Pce.


    With dozens of Purple Pce cultivators and a powerful iplete Yin God artifact, no coalition of lower-level cultivators could shake the Bright Pce’s position.


    The prodigies at the banquet, all of noble birth, didn’t even register the voices of themon cultivators.


    The banquet continued, and as Zheng Fangxing’s provocations persisted, most attendees subtly or openly shunned Xu Tongchen.


    Xu Tongchen sat alone in a corner, drinking gloomily. His thoughts kept returning to the man he had seen that day.


    He had secretly sent someone to investigate.


    The results should being soon.


    ……


    In his cave, Qi Yuan was still digesting some of the techniques his junior sister had obtained from Jiang Ya.


    Unfortunately, his progress was slow.


    Rubbing his forehead, Qi Yuan nced at Xiao Jia, who was sleeping on the table beside him, his eyes softening.


    "I think it’s about time. I’ll head to Ming King Pce soon and meet my alluring White Moonlight," Qi Yuan mused.


    At that moment, a sound echoed outside the cave.


    It was like a doorbell from Blue Star.


    Qi Yuan looked through the array and saw a young man.


    The cave door opened, and Qi Yuan looked at the young man calmly. "What brings you here?"


    "I am Xu Tongchen of the Seven Words Sect. Three days ago, I saw you briefly.


    I apologize for this sudden visit. I hope you won’t take offense," Xu Tongchen spoke with utmost humility.


    He was eager to understand why his Sr True Fire reacted so strongly.


    As he drew closer to this young man, the Sr True Fire within him became more agitated.


    His entire body began to heat up, and he couldn’t help but look at Qi Yuan with growing intensity.


    Qi Yuan frowned. "Get to the point."


    "When I formed my Golden Core, I was fortunate enough to condense a wisp of Sr True Fire..."


    "Sr True Fire?" Qi Yuan was surprised.


    That was a valuable treasure.


    With Sr True Fire, a Golden Core cultivator could resist even the divine powers of a Nascent Soul.


    It was truly a city-level rarity—a random Golden Core cultivator with the power to kill a Nascent Soul.


    "Ever since I saw you, my Sr True Fire has been jumping, almost as if..." Xu Tongchen hesitated to continue.


    Qi Yuan looked at him thoughtfully.


    <strong>[This is an ordinary cultivator, but with the Sr True Fire, he’s somewhat extraordinary. The Sr True Fire sees you as its father.]</strong>


    "Is that all?" Qi Yuan looked at the sky. "I’m busy right now, off to kill someone. We’ll talk after I’m done."


    With that, Qi Yuan vanished, leaving a dumbfounded Xu Tongchen behind.


    "Daoist..."


    He wanted to call out to Qi Yuan, but he was already gone.


    Torn with indecision, Xu Tongchen finally decided to wait.


    Not understanding the reason behind this was like having ants crawling inside him.


    An hourter...


    In the sky, a figure d in a blood-red robe streaked like a blood-red rainbow across the heavens.


    A loud voice echoed down from above.


    “The Bright Pce hasmitted countless evils and has been struck by divine retribution!”


    “I, the Blood-d Sword God, will stand up for all those who suffer injustice and vow to destroy the Bright Pce!”


    The voice was powerful, echoing across the world.


    Countless cultivators looked up.


    Unfortunately, the blood-red streak was too fast for them to see clearly.


    They could only hear the invigorating shout.


    Some were excited, others anxious, while some felt helpless.


    Qi Yuan sped toward Ming King Pce, his pace as fast as if he were rushing to meet a lover.


    But this time, he wasn’t meeting a lover—he was meeting his White Moonlight.


    Suddenly, an elderly voice called out, "Blood-d Sword God, please wait."


    Qi Yuan paused,nding on a hill.


    "What’s the matter?" Qi Yuan asked, seeing the Purple Pce cultivator wrapped in a ck robe. He didn’t sense any hostility or killing intent.


    “Blood-d Sword God, the Bright Pce has set a trap at Ming King Pce. Besides the three Purple Pce cultivators, two more nearby have also gone there.


    Elder Qian Yuan is in the middle stage of the Purple Pce Realm, and he has a treasure bestowed by the Grand Pce Master.


    If you go this time, it will be certain death. Why not… retreat for now? They have too many Purple Pce cultivators. Targeting their Nascent Soul elders would be a better strategy!” The ck-robed cultivator spoke quickly, his tone tinged with concern.


    Qi Yuan nced at the ck-robed cultivator. “What, do you have a grudge against the Bright Pce?”


    The ck-robed cultivator hesitated, his expression mncholy.


    This was Xu Yeli.


    Recently, Qian Yuan had pressured his disciple to serve Huang Tu.


    That was bad enough.


    Then he learned that the Grand Pce Master of the Bright Pce was not only dealing with the Blood-d Sword God but also borrowing a treasure... the Divine Shape Confining Fire Cover.


    After the Eastern Lands Prodigy Battle, the Grand Pce Master intended to use this treasure to transfer the Sr True Fire from his disciple Xu Tongchen to Huang Tu.


    He knew his Seven Words Sect was facing its greatest crisis.


    “Yes, a blood feud!” Xu Yeli nodded vigorously. “Why don’t you and I form an alliance, roaming together, forcing the Bright Pce into a dilemma! We are too weak to confront the Bright Pce head-on!”


    Xu Yeli earnestly tried to persuade Qi Yuan.


    He valued the Blood-d Sword God as an ally, believing that together they could pose a serious threat to the Bright Pce.


    Perhaps the Bright Pce would hesitate to act against his disciple Xu Tongchen.


    Qi Yuan looked at Xu Yeli, deep in thought. "An alliance... could work."


    “Really?” Xu Yeli was excited. An alliance, though still like an egg against a rock, was better than fighting alone.


    "This time I’m heading to Ming King Pce, and I could use someone... to y the suona.


    While I battle the Bright Pce’s Purple Pce cultivators, you can y music for me. It’ll make killing them more enjoyable," Qi Yuan said calmly.


    He was starting to miss the band from the Flowing Wind Realm.


    “...” Xu Yeli was utterly bewildered.


    He understood each word the Blood-d Sword God said, but together they made no sense.


    Killing? ying music?


    What was this!


    “You’re still going to Ming King Pce?” Xu Yeli asked.


    “Of course, I’m carrying the mandate of heaven, and destiny is on my side.


    Right now, I’m the great magician Liu Xiu. Anyone who opposes me is courting death!” Qi Yuan was full of confidence.


    Xu Yeli was speechless.


    He felt as if it was difficult tomunicate with this Purple Pce cultivator.


    It was almost as if... there was something wrong with his mind.


    "Sigh, it seems all geniuses are lonely," Qi Yuanmented. "But time will prove everything.


    How about this—if I wipe out Ming King Pce today, how about you y music for me every time I go on a mission against the Bright Pce?"


    Although one Purple Pce ying music was no match for three hundred or three thousand, the situation was special, wasn’t it?


    Xu Yeli remained silent, unsure of what to say.


    He hade to warn him that Ming King Pce was dangerous and to avoid it.


    How had it turned into a bet... to y music for him?


    He looked at the Blood-d Sword God, then gritted his teeth. "If you can kill Qian Yuan, I’ll y music for you!"


    Qi Yuan nced at Xu Yeli, then smiled. "Wait for my good news."


    Qi Yuan vanished.


    Xu Yeli, shrouded in his ck robe, stood silently for a long time.


    “Either… he’s a madman, or… he has something up his sleeve.”


    But he couldn’t understand what the Blood-d Sword God’s trump card was.


    The Bright Pce’s Hundred Nations Blood Battle had been tacitly approved by those powerful figures.


    ……


    Ming King Pce, the air was filled with killing intent.


    The sky was covered with dark clouds, and a storm was brewing.


    Qian Yuan looked at the image in his jade slip, his eyes serious. "Divine lightning..."


    Divine lightning was always associated with taboos.


    Now, divine lightning had struck, and Nascent Souls had fallen.


    The scene was particrly shocking.


    “That Seven Desires Demon Lord must have some secret!” The red-bearded elder’s eyes gleamed.


    “Heh heh, once we kill the Blood-d Sword God, I’ll personally go to the Hundred Nations and uncover the secret!” Hei Sheng said, as if the secret was already his.


    “These Divine Flower Gathering members are truly detestable. Many are secretly supporting that Blood-d Sword God!” Mo Ku said, holding a jade slip from the Divine Flower Gathering.


    He was also a member of the Divine Flower Gathering.


    "Once we kill the Blood-d Sword God, I’ll trouble you, Mo Ku, to announce it in the Divine Flower Gathering’s discussion area, to clear the Bright Pce’s name," Elder Qian Yuan said calmly.


    He didn’t care about the opinions of ordinary members of the Divine Flower Gathering.


    What mattered was the opinion of the Eastern Lands leader of the Divine Flower Gathering.


    The Grand Pce Master had already gone to meet them, and the matter would soon be resolved.


    "To cultivate to this level and still be so unwise, this Blood-d Sword God..." a Purple Pce master sighed.


    “Hmph, hasn’t Xu Yeli lived for thousands of years and is still just as unwise? The Bright Pce has done so much for him, and now when we’re in trouble, he’s making excuses to avoid helping. It’s despicable,” Mo Ku said.


    Qian Yuan’s eyes darkened. “Xu Yeli... he’s had it too easy.”


    Mo Ku felt a hint of joy at this.


    This was the oue he wanted.


    Just then, the five Purple Pce cultivators present all looked up.


    In the sky above, a zing blood-red rainbow was flying toward Ming King Pce.


    The terrifying aura it emitted made everyone’s hearts tremble.


    “The Blood-d Sword God, he’s reallying!”


    “He dares toe!”


    The five Purple Pce cultivators were surprised but quickly regained theirposure.


    Outnumbered, why would they fear a newly-advanced Purple Pce cultivator?


    The blood-red rainbow stopped in the sky, revealing a figure d in blood-red robes, with a sword on his back, and an incredibly handsome face.


    A terrifying aura of blood pervaded the air as Qi Yuan spoke coldly, “Is everyone here?”


    Looking at the five Purple Pce cultivators below, he was a bit disappointed.


    Only five? That’s too few.


    And none of them werete-stage Purple Pce.


    This generation’s White Moonlight wasn’t very impressive.


    Qian Yuan looked at Qi Yuan, his voice booming. "Blood-d Sword God, you’ve got some guts. I actually admire you for that.


    If it weren’t for your constant nder and provocation in the Divine Flower Gathering, I would have considered recruiting you as a guardian beast of the pce!”


    “The Bright Pce sure is a joke. You’re all old, but still ying the fool?” The blood-red sword on Qi Yuan’s back let out a sharp cry. “Today, I’m here to carry out heavenly justice.”


    Since they had agreed to a duel, it was time for a massacre.


    Why waste words?


    The blood sword was drawn.


    In that moment, Qi Yuan seemed to have emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.


    His blood-red robe seemed to be dripping with blood.


    He was enveloped in a kingdom of blood.


    The five Purple Pce cultivators were momentarily stunned.


    The man before them didn’t look like a righteous cultivator at all!


    He looked like a powerful demon!


    The dense aura of blood was so thick that if someone said he had killed tens of billions, they would believe it.


    And this guy imed to be upholding justice?


    “You, upholding justice? What a joke! Today, for the sake of the world, the Bright Pce will rid it of you, this demon!”


    Qian Yuan was in the middle stage of the Purple Pce Realm, second only to the three pce masters of the Bright Pce.


    In all of Cuiyun Continent, he was among the top cultivators.


    His strength gave him confidence.


    The five Purple Pce cultivators looked at Qi Yuan with both fear and disdain.


    At that moment, Qi Yuan, holding his sword, his blood-red robes fluttering, said, “Once, with this sword, I slew 1,700 Purple Pce cultivators. Today... sending you all on your way is a favor.”


    The Purple Pce cultivators were stunned for a moment, then burst intoughter.


    “Mad as a hatter, no wonder he dares toe to Ming King Pce!”


    How many Purple Pce cultivators were there in all of Cuiyun Continent? iming to have in 1,700 Purple Pce cultivators with one sword—who was he trying to fool?


    Not even a Yin God would im to have killed 2,000 Purple Pce cultivators.


    Qi Yuan didn’t bother responding.


    With White Moonlight, sweet talk was useless; they needed to be thoroughly beaten until they wept bitter tears.


    <strong>Master of the Void Realm: Heart Demon Invocation!</strong>


    Qi Yuan unleashed his source divine power.


    The sun and moon were thrown into disorder.


    Souls were twisted.


    Heart demons were born.


    In an instant, the Purple Pce cultivators’ expressions changed drastically.


    When an expert made a move, it was obvious.


    Their previous arrogance and disdain vanished entirely.


    Only by facing him directly did they realize what a formidable opponent they had encountered.


    “Engraved... you’re ate-stage Purple Pce?” Qian Yuan’s face was grim, tinged with fear.


    Engraved-level source divine power. Late-stage Purple Pce... the Bright Pce only had three, and they were the pce masters!


    The Blood-d Sword God... was ate-stage Purple Pce cultivator, something they had never considered.


    The Hundred Nations producing even one Purple Pce cultivator was already terrifying.


    But ate-stage Purple Pce? Everyte-stage Purple Pce cultivator in the Eastern Lands was a long-established figure.


    How could one suddenly appear out of nowhere? He was bewildered, desperate, struggling to resist Qi Yuan’s source divine power.


    His micro-level source divine power was fragile against the Master of the Void Realm’s Heart Demon Invocation.


    Qi Yuan didn’t bother with dead men.


    The red-bearded elder, meanwhile, had fallen into madness.


    He seemed to see a giant city, with thousands of Purple Pce cultivators gathered.


    A man in blood-red robes stepped forward, and with one swing of his sword, 1,700 Purple Pce cultivators were trapped in a demonic realm, gradually falling to their deaths.


    “It’s real... how is this possible!”


    How could anyone kill thousands of Purple Pce cultivators with a single sword?


    His mind shattered at that moment.


    The other three Purple Pce cultivators were just as powerless. When Qi Yuan unleashed his source divine power, they fell into madness.


    Though they were not supreme beings from the Flowing Wind Realm, Qi Yuan’s source divine power was of a very high level and at the engraved stage.


    To him, these five Purple Pce cultivators were indeed nothing more than a matter of a single sword strike.


    Qi Yuan stood in the void, looking at the five Purple Pce cultivators with a sense of regret. “They’re dying too slowly. I’m in a hurry to get back.”


    These weren’t supreme beings from the Flowing Wind Realm, so even after falling under his source divine power, they didn’t immediately die from heart demon possession.


    As he thought about this, Qi Yuan’s sword stabbed forward once more.


    It was like stabbing pigs—Qi Yuan systematically dealt with the five Purple Pce cultivators one by one.


    “Luckily, they don’t have a tyrant body that’s immune to control; otherwise, killing them would’ve been more troublesome.”


    Effortlessly, he slew all five Purple Pce cultivators.


    Qi Yuan found that ughtering weaker opponents was indeed satisfying.


    By now, the entire Ming King Pce was in shock, with all the Nascent Soul cultivators paralyzed with fear.


    Qi Yuan smiled wickedly. “Die.”


    With just a word, those Nascent Soul cultivators fell into a boundless hell.


    Ming King Pce was reduced to ruins in an instant.


    Standing amid the devastation of Ming King Pce, Qi Yuan’s smile widened.


    “These five White Moonlights weren’t too bad.”


    With a wave of his hand, he skillfully collected all the storage bags.


    Then he nced at the fallen Nascent Souls.


    “Even though they’re not White Moonlights, they traveled all this way to deliver gifts.”


    "A light gift still carries deep affection."


    "A gift from an elder must not be refused."


    Like a dragon with an insatiable hoard of treasures, Qi Yuan collected those storage bags as well.


    Then, standing amidst the ruins of the Ming King Pce, he nced around with satisfaction.


    After a moment, he decided it was time to leave, having aplished his goal and more.