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

Chapter 151: He’s Truly Gone Mad, Killing the Messenger of the Yin God!

When Qi Yuan heard what the Great Sun Flame Emperor said, his heart felt warm.
“If any Yin God tries to harm me, I will definitely mention the name of Feng Jun.”

His friends were really kind.

Unfortunately, he was still too weak at the moment and could only cling to the big shots, unable to relieve them of their burdens.

After finishing his conversation with the Great Sun Flame Emperor, Qi Yuan switched to his Blood-Clad Sword God account.

There were indeed many friend requests on this account.

“Is this the Flower Society's East Continent Master?

As expected, a big shot is indeed a big shot, not even bothering to change his ID.”

He accepted the friend request from the account named "Flower Society East Continent Master."

Not long after, a message arrived.

“Fellow Daoist Blood-Clad Sword God, do you have some time?”

“Yes.”

“I never expected that our Flower Society's East Continent branch would gain such a strong figure like the Blood-Clad Sword God.” The East Continent Master started with some flattery.

This made Qi Yuan feel a bit embarrassed, so he directly asked, “What can I do for you, Master?”

“Fellow Daoist, could you consider settling the dispute with the Bright Palace?”

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan was displeased.

“The Bright Palace and I have a deep blood feud; it cannot be settled!”

Was this East Continent Master of the Flower Society here to play peacemaker?

“It’s just a minor grievance; why can’t you let it go?

You are strong, yes, but two fists can't fight four hands. The Bright Palace has dozens of Purple Mansion experts gathered, led by three late-stage Purple Mansion cultivators. If you go, you’re just courting death.”

What the East Continent Master said was true, and this was also the general consensus among most Purple Mansion cultivators.

Currently, the feud between the Blood-Clad Sword God and the Bright Palace was believed by almost all the strong ones to be at a stalemate until one side produced a Yin God.

On one hand, the Blood-Clad Sword God was too powerful and had no attachments, making it difficult for the Bright Palace to deal with him quickly.

On the other hand, the Bright Palace was too powerful; now that they had withdrawn, if the Blood-Clad Sword God went to provoke them, it would be a death wish.

“I’ve already posted that I’ll wipe out the entire Bright Palace. If I don’t go now, wouldn’t that be a huge loss of face?” Qi Yuan responded matter-of-factly.

This response left the East Continent Master of the Flower Society at a loss.

“If you are willing to reconcile, the three Palace Masters of the Light Palace will personally apologize to you.

The Bright Palace is also willing to offer several techniques and treasures as compensation.” The East Continent Master continued, “The exact compensation will need to be discussed between you and the Light Palace.

In ten days, at the Feixian Tower, the Bright Palace will host the Banquet of a Hundred Immortals to apologize to you. At that time, you can send a wisp of your essence to discuss the specific compensation details with the Palace Masters of the Bright Palace.”

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan chuckled.

Was this still the same arrogant Light Palace he had known?

“I still prefer their original arrogant attitude.”

Arrogant, aloof, and high and mighty—those traits are much more enticing to conquer, aren’t they?

“If they want to talk to me, they can start by stopping the Hundred Nations Blood War and then have each of the Purple Mansions commit suicide.” Qi Yuan made a ridiculously excessive demand.

The East Continent Master of the Flower Society fell silent.

Is this what you call negotiating?

“Blood-Clad Sword God, are you really unwilling to meet and talk?” The East Continent Master’s tone carried some helplessness.

“Do you think my demands are too excessive?

If they aren't even willing to kill themselves, they have no sincerity at all. Why bother with reconciliation?”

“Meet? No need for Feixian Tower.

In seven days, I’ll go to the Bright Palace headquarters myself; let them clean their necks and wait.” Qi Yuan said domineeringly.

After speaking, he posted a message on the God Flower Society forum.

“In seven days, I, the Blood-Clad Sword God, representing justice, will flatten the Bright Palace!”

This time, his intent to annihilate the Bright Palace garnered much support.

Qi Yuan finally sent out his death notice.

After posting, Qi Yuan felt refreshed.

“Now, the Bright Palace should all be holed up in their headquarters, making it the perfect time to strike.”

After the post was up, it quickly received numerous comments.

“Is the senior serious?”

“Witnessing history!”

“Mighty senior, I’ve long been displeased with the Bright Palace.”

“Senior, perhaps you should reconsider?”

Seeing the comments below, Qi Yuan’s battle intent surged.

“As expected, the people are with me, justice is with me.”

However, when he saw some pessimistic comments, listing the strength of the Bright Palace and arguing that the Blood-Clad Sword God couldn’t possibly wipe out the Bright Palace, Qi Yuan’s face turned a bit ugly.

“Why can’t I mute them?”

“Although they make some valid points, it’s just so annoying to look at.”

At this moment, Qi Yuan understood, it’s a good thing he’s not an emperor; if he were, he’d definitely be a tyrant, unable to tolerate any lengthy, loyal advice.

Qi Yuan thought for a moment and replied to his die-hard fan Little Li from the Fox Den with a single sentence.

“This time, in wiping out the Bright Palace, I’ll count you as contributing.”

Far away, Little Li from the Fox Den was dumbfounded.

“Big shot, I was just here to cheer you on; don’t drag me into this!”

Although the place where she lived was very far from the Bright Palace, gaining an enemy out of nowhere was still not a good thing.

…

One post shook the entire Cuiyun Continent.

Nowadays, in all the inns, taverns, and pleasure boats across Cuiyun Continent, the most talked-about topic was the final battle between the Bright Palace and the Blood-Clad Sword God.

Because the Blood-Clad Sword God had declared that in seven days, he would flatten the Bright Palace, which surprised many people.

These people couldn’t understand why the Blood-Clad Sword God dared to do this.
Even the top figure below the Yin God in the East Continent, the master of the Ascension Pavilion, Wutian Old Man, wouldn’t dare say he could annihilate the Bright Palace.

How could the Blood-Clad Sword God dare?

Most of the lower-level cultivators verbally supported the Blood-Clad Sword God, but none of them believed he would win.

After all, even though the Blood-Clad Sword God had killed nine Purple Mansion experts of the Bright Palace, the Bright Palace still had more than fifty Purple Mansion experts, including three late-stage ones.

Plus, with their millennia-old foundation, what would the Blood-Clad Sword God fight with?

At this moment, Qi Yuan emerged from his cave mansion to bask in the sun.

A voice then reached his ears.

“This Blood-Clad Sword God and Junior Brother Qi Yuan must both be from the same lineage of madmen; otherwise, how could you explain a Purple Mansion expert daring to declare he would personally go to the Bright Palace and flatten their headquarters?” The speaker was Kang Fulu.

Jiang Ya stood beside him, her brows furrowed, seemingly deep in thought.

Upon hearing Kang Fulu’s words, Qi Yuan was displeased: “Senior Brother, is it not possible that the Blood-Clad Sword God might demonstrate divine power and wipe out the Bright Palace?”

“Impossible!” Kang Fulu shook his head.

At this moment, Jiang Ya also spoke: “Master once said that the Light Palace has Yin God-level foundations… Even he can’t do anything about the Light Palace.

The Blood-Clad Sword God… will have a hard time.

There’s a lot we don’t know about this situation.

But whatever the outcome, it has nothing to do with us. We should still focus on the East Continent Talent Rankings.”

Upon hearing this, Kang Fulu’s expression became serious.

The East Continent Talent Rankings, which would open in half a month, was the top priority.

As for Qi Yuan, he continued basking in the sun, muttering, “No wonder the Bright Palace has been so domineering for so many years, standing strong through the ages; it’s because the world fears the Yin Gods.

But I’m not afraid. I have a Heavenly Dao foundation, a Stellar Golden Core, and Feng Jun. A mere Yin God is nothing to worry about.”

After sunbathing for a while, Qi Yuan grew bored. It was time to go back and continue revising the techniques.

The progress of the "Qi Yuan Sutra" still needed to advance.

Looking at Xiao Jia beside him, who was obediently eating blood crystals, Qi Yuan couldn’t help but ask, “Do you think I can wipe out the Light Palace?”

Little Bride paused, holding Qi Yuan’s hand with her sleeve, and nodded vigorously.

Qi Yuan immediately smiled, hugging Little Bride’s slender waist.

“As expected, you’re the one with discerning eyes!”

The annoyance Qi Yuan had felt earlier vanished.

Seven days later.

In the midst of a continuous mountain range, Qi Yuan, dressed in a blood-colored robe, stood with a sword on his back.

The sword was surrounded by endless blood energy.

Xu Yeli was dressed in black robes, holding a suona, with a nervous expression on his face.

When he first heard about the Blood-Clad Sword God's vow to wipe out the Bright Palace, he was shocked.

Although he had heard the Blood-Clad Sword God vow to destroy the Bright Palace before, he never took it seriously.

But this time… is it for real?

“Too bad, only you are here to play music for me as I annihilate the Bright Palace.” Qi Yuan looked at Xu Yeli with regret.

Without three hundred supreme musicians, he always felt something was missing.

Xu Yeli heard this and felt uneasy.

Even now, he’s still thinking about music; this Blood-Clad Sword God is truly extraordinary!

“Senior, when do we set off?” Xu Yeli’s heart was conflicted.

Honestly, he was a bit scared.

This time was different from before; they were heading to the headquarters of the Bright Palace.

If the Blood-Clad Sword God fell, he would surely die as well.

“We’re both ready, so let’s go now.”

Qi Yuan finished speaking and flew into the sky.

Xu Yeli gritted his teeth and quickly followed, flying toward the Bright Palace.

At this moment, countless eyes across various immortal mountains and cities were fixed on the headquarters of the Light Palace.

When they saw the blood-colored streak across the sky, many were astonished.

“The Blood-Clad Sword God has arrived.”

“He actually dared to come!”

“Sigh, regardless of the outcome of this battle, it will be remembered in history.”

“I hope the Blood-Clad Sword God kills a few more of the Bright Palace’s Purple Mansion experts before he dies.”

“Don’t get too close, lest you get caught in the crossfire.”

At this moment, in the sky, Qi Yuan suddenly stopped.

Because right in front of him, a celestial carriage blocked his way.

The celestial carriage was pulled by six Nascent Soul Realm Thunder Lions, exuding great majesty.

From within the carriage, a haughty voice called out.

“Are you the Blood-Clad Sword God?”

“That’s right.” Qi Yuan’s expression turned cold, his mood sour at being blocked.

“The Yin God has ordered that the feud between the Bright Palace and the Blood-Clad Sword God ends here.” The curtain of the carriage was pulled aside, revealing a slender white arm holding a decree that radiated golden light before Qi Yuan.

The decree bore a large "God" character, exuding a terrifying aura.

Anyone who saw that "God" character, whether Nascent Soul or Purple Mansion, would instinctively feel an overwhelming sense of inferiority.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan laughed, “Which Yin God?”

The woman in the palace dress frowned, displeased with Qi Yuan’s tone: “The Heaven and Earth Cave’s Honored One Ye Qiong!”

Before returning to the Bright Palace, the Great Palace Master had visited this Yin God at the Heaven and Earth Cave.

“Never heard of him.” Qi Yuan lazily replied, “He’s neither a cop nor a judge; he has no authority over me.”

Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on Xu Yeli’s forehead.

The Blood-Clad Sword God’s courage is way too big!
That’s a Yin God, after all.

The woman in the palace dress couldn’t believe her ears: “The Honored One was showing mercy by trying to mediate and save your life, but it seems you’re too foolish to realize it!

Fine, Blood-Clad Sword God, I will report your words to the Honored One Ye Qiong exactly as you’ve said!”

The woman in the palace dress then waved her sleeve and reentered the carriage.

She was seething with killing intent, but unfortunately, she was no match for the Blood-Clad Sword God. Otherwise, with her personality, she would have struck directly.

Of course, once she returned, she would certainly embellish her report to the Honored One Ye Qiong, ensuring that the Blood-Clad Sword God was as good as dead.

At this moment, all the Purple Mansion and Nascent Soul cultivators who witnessed this scene were deeply shocked, whispering among themselves.

“The Blood-Clad Sword God is too fierce; that was a messenger of the Yin God, and he offended her without hesitation!”

“If he weren’t so fierce, would he dare go to the Bright Palace headquarters?”

“It’s a pity; after offending the Honored One Ye Qiong, even if he survives the battle at the Bright Palace, there will be no place for him in the East Continent.”

But in the next breath, their shock deepened.

A voice filled with killing intent echoed from above.

“Did I say you could leave?”

“You can leave, but your body stays!”

As soon as Qi Yuan spoke, he made his move.

The blood-colored longsword was unsheathed, releasing a torrent of blood energy.

The original divine power of the Void Realm Dominator's Heart Demon Manifestation followed the blood-colored longsword, transforming into a streak of blood light that pierced the chest of the woman in the palace dress.

The woman was stunned, unable to believe what was happening. She looked at Qi Yuan as if she had just seen a dog that refused to obey: “You… are mad…”

She couldn’t understand.

How dare the Blood-Clad Sword God do this?

She was the messenger of a Yin God!
“Die!” Qi Yuan struck again.

One powerful strike and one basic attack were enough to kill the mid-stage Purple Mansion woman on the spot.

With a wave of Qi Yuan’s hand, her storage bag fell into his possession.

Qi Yuan looked inside and immediately smiled, his anger dissipating entirely.

“Well killed, excellently killed, magnificently killed!”

This woman was incredibly wealthy!
Inside her storage bag were two Heavenly-level techniques.

Qi Yuan looked at the broken corpse of the woman and felt a twinge of guilt: “I’m sorry, if I had known you were so rich, I wouldn’t have spoken harshly to you earlier.”

Qi Yuan wanted to squeeze out some tears, but they wouldn’t come.

He could only conclude that this White Moonlight wasn’t worth his deep emotions.

At this moment, all the cultivators who witnessed this scene were completely silent.

The Blood-Clad Sword God had killed a messenger of the Yin God?
The Blood-Clad Sword God wasn’t giving himself a way out!
Regardless of the outcome of today’s battle with the Bright Palace, the Blood-Clad Sword God would have no place to hide in the East Continent.

Of course, Qi Yuan was unaware of what the others were thinking.

Even if he knew, he wouldn’t care.

He looked at the celestial carriage and recalled what the Great Sun Flame Emperor had said.

In the face of a crisis involving a Yin God, he could mention Feng Jun’s name.

So, he calmly said two words to the celestial carriage: “Feng Jun.”

After speaking, Qi Yuan transformed into a streak of blood light and disappeared.

…

In the Bright Palace, fifty-six Purple Mansion experts were gathered.

Everyone’s expression was grim.

The Great Palace Master, bathed in radiant light, looked surprised: “The Blood-Clad Sword God… killed the messenger of the Honored One Ye Qiong.”

“What?” The Third Palace Master Ziming’s face changed drastically, then turned into glee, “He’s seeking death!”

The Second Palace Master’s voice was gentle and elegant: “No wonder he dares to come to our Bright Palace headquarters. He’s not pretending to be crazy; he’s truly mad.”

If he weren’t truly mad, how could he do such a thing?
Even the Wutian Old Man wouldn’t dare storm the Bright Palace headquarters, let alone kill a Yin God’s messenger on his way.

“Sigh, what bad luck, to be targeted by such a madman.” The Second Palace Master sighed, seemingly regretting the loss of the nine Purple Mansion experts.

“After we kill the Blood-Clad Sword God today, I will personally take his corpse to the Honored One Ye Qiong,” said the Great Palace Master.

Since the Blood-Clad Sword God had offended the Honored One Ye Qiong, the Great Palace Master intended to make the most of this situation after eliminating him.

Some of the gathered Purple Mansion experts were excited, while others were worried.

The Great Palace Master’s eyes were deep.

Hidden in his sleeve was the Supreme Dragon Crown, still lying in wait.

This was also his greatest reliance.

This was also the foundation that had kept the Bright Palace standing for millennia.

Even a Yin God wouldn’t casually make an enemy of the Bright Palace.

However, the Yin God artifact was still incomplete; it needed to be perfected through the Hundred Nations Blood War before it could be used as a true Yin God artifact.

Before that, it was best not to use it.

Today, the Great Palace Master did not intend to use it.

“We’ve given him the chance to reconcile. Since he refused and still comes to court death, we can only grant his wish.” The Third Palace Master Ziming spoke angrily.

The Bright Palace had already shown great sincerity, even apologizing, but the Blood-Clad Sword God not only refused to accept it, he came seeking death!

This was also the thought of all the other gathered cultivators.

“He’s here.”

At that moment, an urgent voice called out.

The fifty-some Purple Mansion experts on the scene all looked up at the sky.

Red filled their eyes.

The blood-colored streak across the sky brought with it overwhelming killing intent.

The killing intent was so intense it dyed the sky red.

The blood-red sky looked eerie and ghostly, instilling an inexplicable fear in all who saw it.

Qi Yuan, in a blood-red robe, stood tall in the void, incredibly handsome.

The blood-red sword on his back seemed to tremble, eager to unsheathe itself and drink the blood of the world.

He glanced lazily at the towering Bright Palace ahead and said, “Anyone who leaves the Bright Palace now, I won’t kill today.”

There were no weaklings in the Bright Palace headquarters now; the weakest among them were at the Nascent Soul stage.

Upon hearing this, the Third Palace Master Ziming sneered, “Such arrogance!”

Qi Yuan cast a sidelong glance at Ziming and replied, “I brush my teeth every day, no bad breath here.

But you, on the other hand, I bet you haven’t brushed your teeth in centuries. It’s stinking up the place.

Is bad breath your original divine power?

Your original divine power is really strong; it’s already hurting me.”

Ziming’s face alternated between shades of blue and red. All he could manage to say was, “Sharp-tongued!”

Below, the gathered Purple Mansion and Nascent Soul cultivators watched Qi Yuan with heavy expressions, unable to share his light-heartedness.

It seemed clear now that this battle was inevitable.

The blood cloud pressed down on the palace. Over fifty Purple Mansion cultivators and a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators stood arranged in formation, their expressions inevitably tense.

Qi Yuan’s gaze swept over the thousand cultivators present, and he showed a satisfied expression: “The Bright Palace truly lives up to its name as the top force in Cuiyun Continent. These old men are just my type.”

Suitable old men, suitable White Moonlight.

He snapped his fingers.

Behind him, Xu Yeli, trembling, raised the suona to his lips. It was his first time facing so many Purple Mansion experts.

The melancholic sound of the suona began to play at this moment.

The atmosphere of slaughter condensed to its peak at this very instant.

“Begin the slaughter!” Qi Yuan’s eyes gleamed with a cruel smile.