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

Chapter 165: Reclaiming the Heavenly Dao, Executing the Verdict

Within the Divine Flower Society Forum.

A post was pushed to the top.

"Major News: Shuiyun Palace Plans to Attack the Blood-Robed Alliance! Calling on Senior Blood-Robed Sword God!"

This post immediately caught the attention of many.

"What’s going on? How does Shuiyun Palace dare? Didn’t Senior Blood-Robed Sword God just annihilate Guangming Palace?"

"The background of Shuiyun Palace is slightly stronger than Guangming Palace, but the difference in strength isn't significant. Where did Shuiyun Palace get the courage?"

"Hmph, if Senior Blood-Robed Sword God makes a move, Shuiyun Palace will surely be destroyed!" Hu Li Dong Xiao Li quickly replied.

But the next moment, someone commented on her post.

"If Shuiyun Palace dares to act, they must be confident and well-prepared. I boldly speculate that Senior Blood-Robed Sword God provoked the Ye Qiong Venerable recently. Ye Qiong Venerable must be planning to deal with Senior Blood-Robed Sword God, giving Shuiyun Palace the courage!"

Hu Li Dong Xiao Li was startled by this comment, thinking it might be true, and began to worry about the Blood-Robed Sword God.

After all, he was the only great cultivator who had chatted with her.

"Could it be true? Is Senior Blood-Robed Sword God okay?"

At this point, more and more people began replying to the post.

"Sigh, it seems Ye Qiong Venerable must have made a move!"

"Senior Blood-Robed Sword God was somewhat unwise; he should have stopped after annihilating Guangming Palace. Why provoke Ye Qiong Venerable and kill his people? Offending a Yin God... this is retribution."

"I’ve long thought Senior Blood-Robed Sword God would face such a fate. He’s too arrogant, doesn’t know humility, and deserves this."

"What a pity, a great senior!"

"Hey, the outcome isn’t decided yet, so how can you all say Senior Blood-Robed Sword God is going to lose?" Hu Li Dong Xiao Li felt indignant and argued back against those who were pessimistic.

"If Ye Qiong Venerable has chosen to act, it must be foolproof. He will win with overwhelming force. Senior Blood-Robed Sword God is just a clown who suddenly gained strong cultivation."

"If you talk about Senior Blood-Robed Sword God like that, aren’t you afraid of retaliation if he sees it?"

"Senior Blood-Robed Sword God can’t even protect himself now. Why would I be afraid of retaliation? If he’s got the guts, let him come at me."

"This giant demon, Senior Blood-Robed Sword God, is finally going to die. This is divine retribution, and I’m so happy—I’m having an extra meal today!"

In the forum, some people began to speak out, criticizing the Blood-Robed Sword God.

When the Blood-Robed Sword God was at his peak, they were jealous and didn’t dare to speak out.

Now that the Blood-Robed Sword God was "suspected" of being in trouble, they jumped out, boldly pointing fingers.

Moreover, since they weren’t openly provoking the Blood-Robed Sword God like he did, they didn’t fear retaliation.

After all, no one knew their true identities.

Seeing this, Hu Li Dong Xiao Li's eyes reddened. "You’re all doomed! I’m going to record your comments and send them to Senior Blood-Robed Sword God!"

She took out a recording stone and began recording all the slanderous comments about the Blood-Robed Sword God in the forum, including the IDs.

At this moment, she was like a devoted fan of the Blood-Robed Sword God, patrolling the entire forum, recording all negative comments about him.

Unfortunately, she was alone. Otherwise, with more people, she could control the narrative just like fans of celebrities on Blue Star.

...

Majestic mountains.

Yunju Venerable, clad in white robes, had an immortal demeanor.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his face showing curiosity.

"What brings my old friend here?"

Before him appeared an elderly man with white hair, emanating a thick aura of death.

Yunju Venerable looked at the old man with complex thoughts.

This old friend had known him for a long time.

His talent was even higher than Yunju Venerable’s.

However, a thousand years ago, while capturing a wisp of heavenly vein energy for his granddaughter to help her with Heavenly Dao Foundation Building, he accidentally got tainted by a wisp of calamity.

His cultivation had been stagnant since then, and his lifespan was rapidly diminishing.

In just a thousand years, he had become a dying old man, like a candle flickering in the wind.

It wouldn’t be long before this Yin God would perish.

Yin Gods dreaded calamity more than anything.

Only a few close friends knew about this white-haired Yin God’s injury; even his granddaughter, who had achieved Heavenly Dao Foundation Building, didn’t know.

"My granddaughter insisted that I come and ask about the Blood-Robed Sword God. So, has Ye Qiong Venerable really made a move against him?" the white-haired old man asked.

Yunju Venerable sighed, "I can’t reveal anything about this matter."

He had just sworn an oath in the Heavenly Cave and could not go back on his word.

Looking at the white-haired old man, he added, "Even if you went, it wouldn’t change the outcome."

"I see... Ever since I was wounded by the calamity, I’ve become useless, unable even to fulfill a small request for my granddaughter," the old man sighed, realizing that Ye Qiong Venerable had indeed acted against the Blood-Robed Sword God and might already be in action. "Yunju, please do me a favor. I can’t help the Blood-Robed Sword God, but please take care of his Blood-Robed Alliance."

Yunju Venerable chuckled, "You truly dote on your granddaughter. This is a small matter. I’ll send someone to Shuiyun Palace to stop the conflict."

"Thank you, old friend." The white-haired old man sighed.

"Your injuries..." Yunju Venerable looked at the old man, who was shrouded in an aura of death, his mind racing.

"I’ve already met with a Grand Sovereign, but even they couldn’t help," the Ice Soul Venerable said, looking desolate. "I’m nearing the end of my life. I just hope my granddaughter can step into the Yin God realm before I go."

"The Yin God realm is incredibly difficult to achieve," Yunju Venerable lamented. "Especially with the impending calamity, making a breakthrough is nearly impossible."

The Ice Soul Venerable remained silent.

In the Canglan Realm, to become a Yin God, one must venture into the Celestial Realm to transform their spiritual energy into divine power.

In the Celestial Realm, there were endless seas of lightning. Without someone to protect her, his granddaughter’s foundation was insufficient, making it impossible for her to break through to the Yin God realm.

But with the calamity approaching, all Yin Gods were struggling to protect themselves. Who would be willing to waste their divine power to protect someone in the Celestial Realm?

The cost of doing so was even greater than battling a fellow Sovereign, and it would take at least a hundred years to recover.

"Ice Soul, you once saved my life. If you... pass on, I will look after your granddaughter," Yunju Venerable promised.

The Ice Soul Venerable smiled warmly, "Thank you, old friend."

...

Snowflakes fell.

Qi Yuan reached out his hand to catch a snowflake.

True Lord Dazhi stood nearby, watching the heavy snowfall. "I’ve heard it said that no two snowflakes in the world are identical. Snowflakes are like people... there are no two identical people in the world either."

"Then why don’t snowflakes speak human language?" Qi Yuan asked.

True Lord Dazhi looked at the snowflake, "Maybe because they don’t have mouths."

"Really?"

"Maybe," True Lord Dazhi replied uncertainly.

At this moment, the snowfall grew heavier.

Qi Yuan's aura was silently undergoing a transformation.

However, no one could see this change, not even the white-robed Yin God, who was nearby.

Only Qi Jianjun noticed something strange. She looked at Qi Yuan with a peculiar expression.

As she approached Qi Yuan, she felt the divine power within her body increasing, and the speed at which her divine apertures were opening also accelerated.

Who knows how much time had passed, but Qi Yuan was still holding a snowflake.

He looked at it and softly said, "A mouth."

And indeed, a tiny, barely noticeable mouth appeared on the snowflake.

"Now that the snowflake has a mouth, it should be able to speak, right?"

"Little Snowflake, say something!"

Jiang Ya, watching from a distance, almost burst out laughing.

Did the Blood-Robed Sword God think that just by giving a snowflake a mouth, it would start talking? She had no idea that Qi Yuan wasn’t using a spell to make the snowflake grow a mouth.

He was using the power of the Heavenly Dao.

Just moments ago, he had fully mastered the Heavenly Dao of Moonwatch Continent.

Now, he was terrifyingly powerful.

He looked at the snowflake with a curious expression.

Even though he had used the power of the Heavenly Dao to give it a mouth and ordered it to speak, the snowflake remained as silent as ever.

True Lord Dazhi spoke, "Maybe it doesn’t have a brain and doesn’t know how to talk."

"A brain?" Qi Yuan pondered.

A tiny pig’s brain appeared inside the snowflake, looking particularly odd.

Seeing this, Jiang Ya was completely exasperated. "Creating life out of thin air—this is something even a Grand Sovereign can’t do."

"Really?" Qi Yuan felt a bit disappointed.

He had thought that by becoming the Heavenly Dao of this world, the world would completely belong to him.

He would be like a game creator, able to delete files, create game characters, and roll back time at will.

But... it wasn’t possible.

He could only make changes to Moonwatch Continent within certain rules.

It was as if, even as the Heavenly Dao, there was still a higher power overseeing him.

At that moment, the white-robed woman hurried over, "High Priestess, the Molo Clan’s army is growing larger and larger. In three months, they will be at our doorstep. The Yin Gods of the Molo Clan will also make their move! Please, High Priestess, prepare to activate the teleportation array!"

These words caused many present to show expressions of concern.

The Molo Clan’s army was finally coming.

The Yin Gods were finally arriving.

They didn’t have much time left—only three months.

"Three months?" Qi Yuan was surprised.

The white-robed woman glanced at Qi Yuan, knowing the High Priestess often listened to him, "Yes, we only have three months left."

"Three months is too long. These people are too slow; no wonder they can’t achieve great things," Qi Yuan remarked.

The Molo Clan clearly wasn’t capable of great things.

Back when he first provoked a small fry from Guangming Palace, he immediately devised the Hundred-Day Annihilation of Guangming Palace Plan.

But these Yin Gods from the Molo Clan were taking their sweet time.

Hearing Qi Yuan’s words, the white-robed woman was stunned.

She had been worried that the time was too short, but the Blood-Robed Sword God... was complaining that the enemy was too slow. Was he tired of living? Qi Yuan didn’t pay her any mind. He took Qi Jianjun’s small hand and glanced at True Lord Dazhi, "Since the enemy is slow, I’ll go find them myself. Music troupe, gather up! Today, I’ll take you to feast again."

Qi Jianjun’s little face lit up with joy, "Father, are you going to attack the Molo Clan?"

"Yes, it’s time to dump this fertilizer into the garden," Qi Yuan replied seriously.

If he killed enough Yin Gods, maybe the icon in his game would unlock.

And now that he had become the Heavenly Dao of Moonwatch Continent, it was time to deal with these enemies.

This time, he wouldn’t rely on anyone else.

"Are you really planning to attack the Yin Gods of the Molo Clan?" The white-robed woman looked anxious, as if she had just heard something earth-shattering.

"Yes."

"If you go, you’ll be facing at least four Yin Gods. If you’re not confident, please don’t go, and especially... don’t take the High Priestess!" the white-robed woman urged.

If the High Priestess died, the Moon Dynasty would be finished.

The teleportation array wouldn’t activate.

She wouldn’t be able to escape.

"I believe in Father, and I’m going," Qi Jianjun said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Seeing this, the white-robed woman knew she couldn’t persuade them.

She felt immense resentment towards the Blood-Robed Sword God.

Is this how a father should act?

He didn’t care at all about his daughter’s safety.

"Since the High Priestess is going, I’ll go too," the white-robed woman gritted her teeth, choosing to take a gamble.

"You’re not part of my music troupe, and you’re not my daughter. Why do you want to come along?" Qi Yuan looked at the white-robed woman strangely, "Do you want to be the shrimp-head girl?"

The white-robed woman was speechless.

Just a few days ago, he had called her a boss, and now... a shrimp-head girl? She felt helpless.

"If you want to come, you can join my music troupe and play the suona. Otherwise, no deal," Qi Yuan said. He wasn’t interested in bringing along extra people.

The white-robed woman’s face darkened.

When had she ever been humiliated like this? But when she thought about how he had two Yin God wives and a Yin God daughter, she realized she had to endure it.

She was puzzled—did the goddesses in the heavens all like this kind of domineering lunatic?

"Fine!" the white-robed woman agreed through gritted teeth.

Qi Yuan beamed, "Perfect!"

He had finally managed to convince a Yin God to play the suona for him.

His status and level had risen once again.

"Is everyone ready?" After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Qi Yuan glanced at the members of the music troupe behind him.

He was surprised to find that this time, even Jiang Ya was holding an instrument.

He took Qi Jianjun’s little hand and said, "I asked you to play the suona, not the trumpet!"

Jiang Ya froze for a moment, then took out a suona from her storage pouch, "I grabbed the wrong one."

"Since everyone’s ready, let’s go."

With a wave of his hand, Qi Yuan enveloped everyone in the rules of the world.

They felt as if their lives were no longer under their own control.

The white-robed woman’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Just now, when the Blood-Robed Sword God waved his hand, she couldn’t resist at all and felt as powerless as an ordinary cultivator.

She was shaken.

She was a Yin God, a deity with divine power.

But with a mere wave of his hand, the Blood-Robed Sword God made her feel like a child, as if she had no cultivation at all.

What kind of technique was this? A terrifying thought crossed her mind, but she didn’t dare to confirm it.

...

In a valley.

The Molo Clan was gathering.

Several terrifying figures were gathered together.

Perhaps there were too many Yin Gods.

The rules of the world in the entire valley seemed unstable.

A childish voice spoke, "Mojun Venerable, in this cooperation, neither I nor Affectionate Venerable can deal with that two-step Treading the Heavens powerhouse. We can only help you capture the Blood-Robed Sword God and prevent the formation from activating."

Affectionate Venerable stood beside Ye Qiong Venerable, her eyes filled with seductive charm as she looked at the purple, towering figure ahead.

That terrifying figure was Mojun Venerable, who had reached the pinnacle of two-step Treading the Heavens, just one step away from becoming a three-step Treading the Heavens powerhouse.

Such a powerhouse was considered top-tier even in the Canglan Realm.

"Anyone who dares to kill my brother is dead meat. That two-step Treading the Heavens powerhouse will die without a doubt; you don’t need to lift a finger!" Mojun Venerable’s voice was deep and filled with strong confidence. "Today, even if the Moon God Sovereign descends, they won’t be saved!"

Of course, the latter part was just boasting.

Mojun Venerable served the Black Demon Abyss.

With his strength, he was just a nobody in the Black Demon Abyss and hadn’t even met the Black Demon Sovereign.

"I’ve heard that Blood-Robed Sword God provoked Ye Qiong Venerable in the Canglan Realm?" A Yin God from the Molo Clan spoke, his eyes filled with mockery. "How does it feel to be humiliated by a Zifu cultivator?"

Ye Qiong Venerable’s expression remained unchanged, his childish voice calm, "A cultivator who relies on women is not worth mentioning."

"I wouldn’t mind having a Grand Sovereign take a fancy to me," Mojun Venerable said with a smile.

However, at that moment, a desolate and sorrowful sound of music suddenly rang out.

All six Yin Gods present changed their expressions.

"This is..." Ye Qiong Venerable’s face shifted.

He had heard about the Blood-Robed Sword God.

When the suona sounds, it’s time for the Blood-Robed Sword God to start killing.

But how could there be suona music here? A sense of foreboding gripped him.

All the Yin Gods present looked tense.

Endless divine power surged, threatening to tear the entire mountain range apart as they searched for the source of the sound.

"Who is it? Show yourself!" Mojun Venerable roared.

They couldn’t locate the source of the sound.

"Didn’t your mothers teach you not to talk bad about others behind their backs?"

A voice suddenly echoed through the valley.

"Oh, I forgot, you don’t have mothers. They’ve been dead for a long time."

After saying this, Qi Yuan regretted it, feeling like slapping himself.

As his voice echoed, a group of over fifty people suddenly appeared before the six Venerables.

Leading them was Qi Yuan, dressed in a blood-red robe.

His gaze fell on Ye Qiong Venerable and Affectionate Venerable, showing surprise, "Oh, there are humans here too?"

Ye Qiong Venerable frowned, "Blood-Robed Sword God, you’re a Yin God too?"

For the Blood-Robed Sword God to appear out of nowhere, accompanied by a music troupe, was indeed strange.

There was no doubt he was a Yin God.

For some reason, a sense of doom crept into Ye Qiong Venerable’s heart.

Mojun Venerable was also filled with doubts.

Facing six Yin Gods, the enemy didn’t flee but instead attacked them head-on.

Were they seeking death? There were only two explanations.

The first was that the enemy was insane.

The second was that the enemy had a trump card.

Mojun Venerable scanned the surroundings, always wary of the appearance of that two-step Treading the Heavens powerhouse.

He looked at Qi Yuan with great apprehension but still said, "Since you’re all here, we can eliminate you in one fell swoop! Ye Qiong Venerable, Affectionate Venerable, as agreed, the Blood-Robed Sword God is yours to handle."

Ye Qiong Venerable and Affectionate Venerable’s brows furrowed.

That was the previous agreement, assuming the Blood-Robed Sword God was a Purple Mansion cultivator. But now... it seemed that the person before them was no mere Purple mansion.

They wanted to argue.

But Qi Yuan spoke directly, "No wonder you’re so incompetent. You’re so hesitant even when killing someone. Today, I’ll teach you how to kill properly! And don’t worry, don’t fall in love with me because of it."

At this moment, Qi Yuan extended his finger.

He pointed at the six Yin Gods before him and said softly, "God says, you are guilty of gossiping behind people’s backs."

As Qi Yuan spoke, the world around them instantly changed.

The rules of the vast earth directly assaulted the six Yin Gods.

Their expressions changed drastically as they felt that the Heavenly Dao of this world seemed to have awakened, suppressing them with the force of an entire realm. Their divine apertures were blocked, and their divine power couldn’t circulate.

Mojun Venerable’s eyes filled with horror, "This is a Divine Domain! You’re a Grand Sovereign!"

Such a phenomenon could only be caused by a Grand Sovereign.

Only a Grand Sovereign could condense a Divine Domain and easily suppress ordinary Sovereigns.

Even Ye Qiong Venerable’s face showed fear.

How could this be possible? How could this be a Grand Sovereign? How could the Blood-Robed Sword God be a Grand Sovereign! The white-robed woman playing the suona also widened her eyes in shock. The scene before them was completely unexpected.

Qi Yuan ignored the six of them and calmly continued, "God says, gossiping behind people’s backs is a grave sin, punishable by death. He has already sent someone to your residence to execute you by gunshot, effective immediately."

Qi Yuan snapped his fingers, but for some reason, it didn’t make a sound.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, he provided his own sound effects.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

As if six gunshots rang out, the six Yin Gods had no ability to resist and were shot dead by Qi Yuan.

The incredibly powerful Yin Gods died... pitifully... too easily, without making any waves.

The suona music continued.

Qi Yuan looked at the people behind him and solemnly said, "Never gossip about others behind their backs, or you’ll be executed by gunshot. I once received such a message, and it scared me to death."

Everyone present was utterly stunned.