My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Chapter 130: Many Enemies?

Deep within the White Emperor Palace.

The baby-faced woman sighed in relief, looking at Yun He, and said softly, “Senior Brother, your injuries have finally mostly healed.”

Yun He’s eyes showed gratitude, “Thank you, Junior Sister.”

Years ago, he left the White Emperor Palace and headed to Wugui City, where he encountered the old demon crocodile. They fought a fierce battle, and he was gravely injured.

In the city of Great Sorrow, he sensed that the Great Supremes were plotting against him. At least three Great Supremes were lurking in the city.

Gravely injured, he used a secret technique taught by his master, the White Emperor, to escape from the city of Great Sorrow and returned to the White Emperor Palace.

Upon his return, he fell into a coma and had been treated in seclusion by his second junior sister for many years, finally recovering.

“Hmph, daring to plot against you, Senior Brother, using Wugui City as a trap—what nerve that city lord has!” the baby-faced woman said angrily.

She had been treating her senior brother's injuries for years without stepping outside the chamber, genuinely furious about the plot against him.

In twenty years, Senior Brother would enter the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons to aid the White Emperor against the Supreme.

Yun He felt a lingering fear as he recalled the event.

Using the Destiny Tablet as bait, they almost killed him.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. Yun He’s eyes were filled with worry, “Over ten years have passed. I wonder how many cities in the south have fallen in the Southern and Northern War?”

This was Yun He’s constant concern.

The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons had one battlefield, and the Southern and Northern War had another.

Both battlefields were crucial.

“Senior Brother, don’t worry. Senior Baihe is out there and will surely protect the south,” the baby-faced woman reassured him.

Baihe was the White Emperor's spiritual pet, a Great Supreme in her own right.

“Hmm,” Yun He nodded, “I wonder how Master is faring in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.”

The crisis in the south was small compared to the one within the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

At that moment, a loud voice, full of energy, echoed through the chamber and the entire palace.

“Wugui City Commander, Blood Palace Blood Lord, here to visit the White Emperor Palace!”

The voice was so loud it reached every corner of the White Emperor Palace.

The two Supremes guarding the palace gates trembled upon hearing it, “The Blood Lord?”

Who didn’t know of the Blood Lord's terrifying reputation?
He was the Supreme Slayer!
It was said that three Great Supremes, along with seventeen hundred Supremes, attacked the Blood Lord.

The Blood Lord remained unflustered, had a hundred-man band play the suona, and fought alone!
His primordial divine power burst forth, causing the heart demons of the seventeen hundred Supremes to erupt, killing them on the spot.

Seventeen hundred Supremes—a number that likely matched the Supremes of the entire south.

In essence, the Blood Lord had single-handedly wiped out all the Supremes of the south.

The entire White Emperor Palace was uneasy, unsure why this terrifying Blood Lord had come.

At that moment, a calm but displeased voice rang out, “Wugui City Commander, what business do you have at my White Emperor Palace?

You plotted against my senior brother, and now you dare to come to the White Emperor Palace?”

The baby-faced woman stepped out of the chamber and flew into the sky.

She was still angry about the plot against her senior brother, which had left him healing for years.

Yun He, watching his junior sister stand up for him in the sky, felt both helpless and gratified.

At that moment, a white crane fluttered in, extending a white hand to cover the baby-faced woman's mouth.

“Oh dear, Xiaolian, how can you speak to the Blood Palace Blood Lord like that!” The white crane transformed into a petite girl, lecturing Xiaolian with an air of seniority, “The Blood Palace Blood Lord is my godfather!”

The baby-faced woman was stunned.

Yun He was completely dumbfounded!

It was true that the white crane was the White Emperor’s spiritual pet, but it had only agreed to follow him after being subdued by the White Emperor.

This white crane was naturally arrogant, always looking down on others.

How did it gain a godfather, and that godfather being the infamous Blood Lord?

“Hmph, the Blood Palace Blood Lord is the number one Supreme in Liufeng Realm, having unified one hundred and eighty thousand cities. The Blood Palace’s forces have swept through the Endless Blood Sea.

All of the northern territories are under the Blood Palace’s rule!” The white crane girl boasted, looking very smug, “Even the White Emperor must show respect to the Blood Palace Blood Lord. Hurry and come greet him!”

Yun He and the baby-faced woman were bewildered.

What had they heard?
The north was swept by the Blood Palace?

“Is it true?” The baby-faced woman quickly transmitted.

“Of course it’s true. Would I lie to you? Now all the Supremes in the north and south serve the Blood Lord!”

As they spoke, the three arrived outside the White Emperor Palace, seeing the legendary Blood Lord.

A dozen or so Supremes inside the palace secretly observed the Blood Lord, eyes filled with fear and admiration.

After all, what the White Emperor hadn’t accomplished was achieved by this recently risen Blood Lord.

“Godfather, you’re here!” The white crane girl beamed, “Just now, this fellow dared to mock you. I’ve already disciplined her. Godfather, please don’t mind her.”

Calling the thousand-year-old baby-faced woman a child didn’t seem inappropriate.

Yun He looked at Qi Yuan, still in a daze.

Seeing the white crane girl call the youthful Blood Lord godfather, he realized the girl hadn’t lied.

Qi Yuan glared at the white crane, “I’m not your godfather, nor do I have a daughter as old as you.”

He felt that Bai Ze’s disciples were all shameless.

More than one had tried to acknowledge him as their godfather.

Qi Yuan turned to Yun He, his gaze calm, “Are you Bai Ze’s disciple?”

“I am!” Yun He replied seriously, displeased by the casual use of his master’s name.

“Where is the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons? I want to know everything about it!” Qi Yuan demanded.

He had come to the White Emperor Palace to learn about the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

Yun He hesitated, and the white crane girl impatiently said, “Don’t be so hesitant. Tell godfather about the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons. Maybe he’ll help your fool... master.”

Yun He sighed and slowly began, “The Gate of Ten Thousand Demons is located at the ends of the earth.”

“It’s not there,” Qi Yuan interrupted.

He had already been to the ends of the earth once.

“In twenty years, the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons will open again. Only then can you see it!” Yun He continued.

Qi Yuan’s expression grew serious, “Is there no other way?”

Twenty years was too long.

“None.” Yun He shook his head.

“Hurry and tell godfather about the inside of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons!” The white crane girl urged.

Reluctantly, Yun He spoke quickly, “Inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, there is a space-time rift leading to the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Supreme controls the passage to the Realm of Ten Thousand Demons, collaborating with its powerful beings, eyeing our Liufeng Realm.”

At this, the baby-faced woman’s expression turned angry.

“To resist the invasion, our master, along with a hundred Great Supremes, has been guarding the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons!” Yun He said, his expression somber.

Over the years, the battles in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons were no less intense than the Southern and Northern War.

In the Southern and Northern War, low-level forces perished; in the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons, it was high-level forces that fell.

“What is the strength of the Ten Thousand Demons Realm, and what about the Supreme?” Qi Yuan asked.

His little notebook now had another name: Supreme Shang Yiran.

“There are many enemies in the Ten Thousand Demons Realm…” Yun He’s face turned bitter.

The baby-faced woman was equally disheartened.

The Supreme had allied with the Ten Thousand Demons Realm, boasting superior high and mid-level forces compared to the White Emperor Palace.

“Many?” Qi Yuan was apprehensive, “How many?”

Yun He’s face darkened, “There are over a hundred Great Supremes... all from the north.”

“That’s not many more than the south,” Qi Yuan remarked, though he remained puzzled.

The number of powerful beings in this world was disproportionate.

It was as if the world’s Heavenly Dao was hastily producing strong beings.

“But the Ten Thousand Demons Realm has supplied the Supreme with nearly ten thousand Supreme warriors,” Yun He said gravely.

“How many did you say?” Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow.

Yun He realized the Blood Lord was stunned by the number.

The first time he heard it, he too thought the Liufeng Realm was doomed.

Especially with the ongoing conflict between the north and south.

“Nearly ten thousand, maybe more,” Yun He repeated.

“I see.” Qi Yuan felt relieved.

That's it?
That's it?

He hadn't even started his great sermons yet!

But recalling something, he asked, “With such disparity, how has the south managed to hold them off for so long?”

“Because Master... obtained a heavenly treasure, the Heartless Lotus.

When the Ten Thousand Demons Realm invaded, Master led the resistance and received this divine gift, barely managing to hold on.”

Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up, “The Heavenly Dao gives treasures?”

“This... I don’t know.” Yun He hesitated, as matters involving the Heavenly Dao were beyond his understanding.

“Good!” Qi Yuan laughed, looking up at the sky, “I’ve been diligently cleaning up demon scum for you, yet you’ve given me nothing?”

Yun He and the baby-faced woman exchanged confused glances.

Qi Yuan’s anger grew, “You lured me here with promises, and now you exploit me?”

The palace was silent, except for the Blood Lord’s rants.

The Supremes watched, stifling their laughter.

Their understanding of the Blood Lord’s madness deepened.

“First, you lured me in, and now you exploit me. Do you think you’re the Bull Demon King and I’m Princess Iron Fan?”

“My demands are simple: give me a golden core, or I’ll turn you into my golden core!”

“And my golden core must be... very big, at least... not much smaller than you!”

Qi Yuan made outrageous demands.

After all, he had been working diligently for years with no reward, and it was time to extort something.

He had decided he needed a large golden core.

Without it, he couldn’t take down the Bright Palace.

“Don’t pretend you don’t hear me. You gave Bai Ze a treasure, but not me? Think I won’t devour you?”

At that moment, the world seemed to tremble.

It was as if the heavens were frightened by Qi Yuan’s threat.

Yun He and the white crane girl were taken aback.

They, too, felt the tremor.

Was it an illusion?
They exchanged puzzled glances, suspecting the Blood Lord was indeed conversing with the heavens.

The trembling ceased, and Qi Yuan smiled, “That’s better.”

Feeling triumphant, he believed his golden core was within reach.

“A golden core down the throat, and my fate is no longer in the hands of heaven!”

Qi Yuan imagined swallowing the core and becoming a Golden Core Daoist.

Then, the entire Shen Guang Sect, all five peaks, would bow to him.

He could graduate from village-level cultivation and join a county-level high school.

Skipping township level altogether!

Such was the power of a world-class golden core!

But then, his face paled.

“What if the golden core is too big to swallow?”

“Is lube effective?”

An hour later.

Inside the White Emperor Palace, a voice trembled, “Did you say there are thirty thousand Supremes in the Blood Palace?”

…

Inside the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

He Wu’s expression was complex, “Da Gou, do you think Master is really the Great Devil?”

Ling Yayi’s face darkened, “Call me Ling Yayi, not Nangong Da Gou!”

The Northern Demons Thirteen had all regained their past memories.

“Da Gou sounds better.”

Ling Yayi glared at He Wu, his face turning serious, “The scenes in the illusion… they are indeed the Great Devil’s past.”

He Wu fell silent.

In the illusion, the blood-red robe massacred the living.

In reality, it had truly happened.

But the protagonist was the Great Devil.

Ning Tao’s death with the Blood Lord was false.

The demoness had always accompanied the Great Devil, aiding in the slaughter.

In essence, the current misery of the Liufeng Realm was tied to the Great Devil and the demoness.

“Blood Bead is not the Great Devil!” Ning Tao’s voice was firm, clad in a black dress, the demon character still on her left cheek.

He Wu’s eyes wavered, then steadied, “Master isn’t. Even if he were, so what?
Our enemy remains Shang Yiran and the Ten Thousand Demons Realm!”

“Hmph, Shang Yiran, that nine-tailed fox, she’s the real Great Devil!” Ling Yayi grumbled.