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

Chapter 167: Qi Yuan, Who Takes Things Seriously, Rectifies the Cultivation World’s Atmosphere

Moon Dynasty.

The woman in white looked at the young girl in front of her, her eyes filled with helplessness.

"High Priestess, do you really plan to go to the Canglan Realm with him?"

"You’re going to the Upper Realm alone. I must stay here," Qi Jianjun said with a sweet smile on her face.

This was very different from the High Priestess the woman in white was used to seeing.

All of this was because of that man.

"High Priestess, do you think that his current state is due to the aftereffects of devouring this world’s Heavenly Dao?" the woman in white asked, subtly reminding Qi Jianjun to be cautious.

After all, a person who is mad could unexpectedly harm others.

"In such a dreamy world, isn’t it nice to be a little mad?" Qi Jianjun replied evasively.

The woman in white fell silent.

Qi Jianjun continued, "Alright, the teleportation array has been activated. You should go to the Upper Realm. If you reach the Moon God Palace, tell my mother that I’ve found my father."

The teleportation array leading to the Upper Realm was random, with no guarantee of where it would send her.

The woman in white might spend hundreds or even thousands of years trying to find the Moon God Palace.

The High Priestess glanced at the woman in white and then walked outside.

When she saw the figure in the blood-red robe, her eyes lit up with joy.

"Father, are we going to the Canglan Realm?"

"Yes," Qi Yuan nodded.

In the past few days, he had intended to visit the world where the Molo tribe resided.

Unfortunately, the gate had already closed.

He had even thrown a punch at the Molo Realm from afar, but nothing happened.

Later, he spent a day traveling across the Moonwatch Continent, hoping to find traces of the past.

Unfortunately, whether it was Xuanyuan's Prohibition, the Dressing Department Prohibition, the Five Elements Prohibition, the Yin-Yang Prohibition, or Tianjue, all were empty.

He didn’t see any of his old friends, nor did he find any familiar traces.

Without the power of reincarnation, there’s almost no chance of being reborn as a Yin God.

Death meant complete annihilation, dissolving into the world.

No one remembered them anymore.

Except for Qi Yuan.

So, Qi Yuan decided to head back to the Canglan Realm, returning to the Seven-Color Peak.

Of course, before going back, he wanted to stop by the Ascension Pavilion.

After all, Jiang Ya still owed him quite a few techniques.

"Everyone’s here, let’s go." Qi Yuan took one last deep look at the ancient Kiyou Tree.

The towering tree was clad in silver, covered with snowflakes, creating a beautiful scene.

"Let’s go back." Qi Yuan glanced at the True Lord of Wisdom, Xu Tongchen, and Jiang Ya.

Four had come, and five were returning, with the addition of a child.

"Sigh, we’re leaving." The True Lord of Wisdom sighed, "Is it me leaving this world, or is it the world leaving me?"

In an instant, the group of five arrived at the desert where they had first come through and quickly entered the passage back to the Canglan Realm.

Qi Yuan also felt the terrifying power he wielded in the Moonwatch Continent slowly dissipating.

However, he was neither anxious nor hurried.

As they stepped back into the Canglan Realm, Qi Yuan squinted his eyes.

"There are quite a few people. Are they Yeqiong’s reinforcements?" Qi Yuan held Qi Jianjun’s hand, noticing four terrifying presences.

All four were Yin Gods.

"Greetings, Blood-Clad Sword God Senior!" Yunju Venerable spoke up.

The others also bowed.

"Senior, we are not acquainted with Yeqiong Venerable."

"I’m Leichen, it’s an honor to meet you, Senior."

The four Yin Gods present all looked at Qi Yuan with deep respect.

The high and mighty Yin Gods treated Qi Yuan as a Purple Mansion cultivator would treat a Yin God.

Many noticed the young girl Qi Yuan was holding and had a strange look in their eyes.

"Are you all Yin Gods from the Eastern Land?" Qi Yuan asked.

He only knew that there were three Yin Gods in the Eastern Land on the surface.

"Yes."

"No, Senior, I’ve come to apologize." The aged Tiger Roar Venerable seemed like a child in front of Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan glanced at Tiger Roar Venerable, who quickly explained the situation.

Finally, Tiger Roar Venerable added, "I had no knowledge of Yeqiong Venerable’s schemes."

"The ignorant are not guilty." Qi Yuan smiled warmly.

As expected, strength is everything.

Back then, when the Light Palace initiated the Blood War of a Hundred Nations, aiming to incite chaos, not a single Yin God spoke up for the Hundred Nations.

Now, just because Ling Jiao had spoken ill of him, Yunju Venerable had stopped Shuiyun Palace from sending troops.

Even before Qi Yuan could express his opinion, the lord of Shuiyun Palace had been brought, restrained, and left to his disposal.

Hearing Qi Yuan’s words, Tiger Roar Venerable breathed a sigh of relief.

He was genuinely terrified of the Blood-Clad Sword God.

Based on the descriptions from Gu Xiaoyao and the other Nascent Soul cultivators, they had confirmed that the Blood-Clad Sword God had devoured the Heavenly Dao of the Moonwatch Continent.

And to devour the Heavenly Dao, one must at least be at the Great Sovereign level.

In other words, the Blood-Clad Sword God was at least a Great Sovereign.

Moreover, the power he wielded in the Moonwatch Continent was even greater than that of an ordinary Great Sovereign.

"You didn’t come just to welcome me back, did you?" Qi Yuan looked at the four Yin Gods.

For some reason, he had the same feeling he had after destroying the Light Palace when those Purple Mansion cultivators had sought him out.

Yunju Venerable stepped forward and said, "We have already sealed all information about Senior. Besides the four of us, only Ice Soul Venerable knows."

"I’ll remember the favor you and Ice Soul have shown me." Tiger Roar Venerable had already explained everything, including Yunju Venerable’s assistance to the Blood-Clad Alliance.

Yunju Venerable was overjoyed.

He couldn’t help but think that sometimes, it’s better to be cautious.

Otherwise, if he had joined Yeqiong Venerable and Youqing Venerable in dealing with the Blood-Clad Sword God, he would have walked right into a trap.

"Senior, we’ve come to ask you for a favor," Yunju Venerable said as the other Yin Gods looked at him.

"What is it?" Qi Yuan knew there’s no such thing as a free lunch.

"When the great calamity arrives, we hope Senior will allow us to take refuge in the Moonwatch Continent!" Yunju Venerable looked hopeful.

If it were just an ordinary Great Sovereign, they wouldn’t be able to survive the calamity.

If it were an ordinary Moonwatch Continent, entering it wouldn’t protect them from the calamity.

But if it were a Great Sovereign who had devoured the Heavenly Dao, that would be different.

There would be a good chance of avoiding the calamity by hiding inside.

Qi Yuan looked at the Yin Gods: "It’s simple if you want my help. I need techniques, as many as possible!"

After all, there were still hundreds of years before the great calamity.

There was still plenty of time.

First, secure the benefits—that’s what’s real.

"Does Senior have any other conditions?" Leichen Venerable asked.

What the Blood-Clad Sword God was asking for seemed too easy.

"For now, that’s all. I’ll think of anything else later." Qi Yuan replied.

The other Yin Gods were a bit apprehensive.

They almost wanted to ask Qi Yuan to make more demands.

Too few demands made them uneasy.

...

Shenhua Forum.

In the Fox Den, Little Li was fiercely debating with others.

"The Blood-Clad Sword God Senior is a righteous person. He opposed the Light Palace for the greater good, to stop the Blood War of a Hundred Nations."

"What nonsense about righteousness? These kinds of cultivators only care about their own interests. The Blood-Clad Sword God is arrogant and deserves to be killed by Yeqiong Venerable.

I bet those Yin Gods who gathered at the Blood-Clad Alliance are there to fight over the Blood-Clad Sword God’s treasures.

It’s clear that the Blood-Clad Sword God killed countless ordinary cultivators for those treasures."

"That’s slander!" Little Li from the Fox Den was furious and quickly recorded everything with her image stone.

"If the Blood-Clad Sword God thinks I’m slandering him, he can come face me.

If he doesn’t dare respond, isn’t that an admission?

Or rather, it’s not that he doesn’t dare; he’s probably already dead."

"You!" Seeing these comments, Little Li was extremely angry.

She could only record these posts.

After arguing for so long, she felt exhausted.

Just as she was about to leave the forum, a post caught her eye.

Her pupils shrank.

"Thank you for everyone’s concern. Indeed, I, the Blood-Clad Sword God, was besieged by Yin Gods, but unfortunately for them, they were too weak."

"When I entered the Moonwatch Continent, one day I overheard someone speaking ill of me.

I took a look, and it turned out to be Yeqiong and Youqing.

They were bad-mouthing me together with the Mara tribe.

I couldn’t stand it, so I executed them on the spot."

"The Blood-Clad Sword God Senior is still alive!" Little Li from the Fox Den was thrilled.

She quickly replied, "I knew the big shot would survive. You’re amazing! Can I have a friend slot?"

"Come, I’ll add you." At that moment, the Blood-Clad Sword God replied to her.

Little Li from the Fox Den was wide-eyed.

"The big shot actually added me as a friend!" She was ecstatic, so happy that she wanted to tell the elders in her clan. But after thinking about it, she decided against it.

"Big shot, after you left, many people in the Shenhua Forum have been bad-mouthing you behind your back!" After adding him as a friend, Little Li from the Fox Den quickly told him what had happened in the forum.

"What? Someone’s talking bad about me behind my back!" Qi Yuan was immediately enraged, "The internet isn’t lawless. These people must pay the price!"

He hadn’t even started cursing people online, and yet someone was already cursing him.

"Big shot, I’ve recorded it all. Do you want me to send it to you?" Little Li from the Fox Den was worried, "How do I send the image stone to you?"

"It’s simple. Tell me where you are, specifically, and I’ll have my daughter’s clone come to meet you!" Qi Yuan wasn’t a Yin God, so he couldn’t use divine power to create a clone that could instantly cross thousands of miles.

"Big shot’s daughter?"

Meanwhile, Little Li from the Fox Den was extremely nervous.

The big shot’s daughter... was actually coming to meet her.

She quickly sent the address to the Blood-Clad Sword God.

"My daughter will arrive within the time it takes for one incense stick to burn. Just show her the image stone."

"Okay!" Little Li from the Fox Den was a bit anxious.

She hadn’t expected to meet the big shot’s daughter before meeting the big shot himself.

Suddenly, she thought of something, and her face turned pale.

"This is bad. The Fox Den is a forbidden area; outsiders aren’t allowed inside.

If Grandma finds out someone’s coming to see me, she’ll definitely scold me."

Little Li from the Fox Den was on edge.

She was wondering whether she should tell Grandma that a friend was coming to see her.

At this moment, in the forbidden area of the Fox Den.

A fierce aura spread.

An old figure flew out, her voice filled with vigilance: "Which Senior expert has come to the Fox Den? Please reveal yourself."

The Grandma of the Fox Den was a Purple Mansion powerhouse. She had been cultivating when she suddenly sensed a powerful presence approaching.

It was definitely stronger than hers.

She was worried, fearing it might be an enemy coming to settle a score.

But in the next moment, that fierce aura became even more terrifying.

The Grandma of the Fox Den’s face changed drastically: "...Yin... Yin God!"

This kind of fluctuation was clearly that of a Yin God.

How could a Venerable come to this broken Fox Den? She was terrified, afraid that the passing Venerable would destroy them with a single palm.

In front of the Grandma of the Fox Den appeared a small, delicate figure, merely a phantom.

But even just a phantom could wipe out the Fox Den.

Facing the Venerable, she was on edge, terrified.

The small, cute girl showed a bright smile: "Don’t be afraid. I’m here on my father’s orders to collect something from Little Li in the Fox Den."

The small, cute girl was Qi Jianjun.

Seeing the confusion on the Grandma’s face, she entered Little Li’s part of the Fox Den.

The Grandma was shocked.

When had Little Li become acquainted with a Yin God?

No, she knew the Yin God’s father! At that moment, Little Li from the Fox Den was trembling. Facing a Yin God in person, she was extremely scared.

"Senior... here is the image stone." Little Li from the Fox Den quickly handed the image stone to Qi Jianjun.

Qi Jianjun watched the content of the image stone, and her smile froze: "How dare they speak ill of my father behind his back. They’re finished!"

Qi Jianjun gritted her teeth.

Little Li from the Fox Den finally dared to speak up: "Those people are really too much. Even after the Blood-Clad Sword God posted in the Shenhua Forum, some people still privately said that a dignified Yin God like him wouldn’t bother with these small matters."

"Why wouldn’t we?" Qi Jianjun said, "Should we only fight the strong?

If they dare to bad-mouth my father, is that a small matter? They’re finished."

Qi Jianjun memorized all the content.

Before leaving, Little Li from the Fox Den glanced at the Grandma.

"Little Li is my father’s friend."

With that, Qi Jianjun’s phantom disappeared.

The Grandma’s shock lingered.

She entered Little Li’s part of the Fox Den, speaking much more gently than before, her face full of kindness: "Little Li, how did you meet that Venerable?"

This was something Little Li had never seen before.

"Grandma, I met him in the Shenhua Forum..." Little Li honestly recounted how she came to know the Blood-Clad Sword God.

Hearing this, the Grandma’s smile grew even wider: "Little Li, you’ve done well."

The Grandma seemed to have thought of something and continued, "I remember you always wanted the Nine-Tail Fruit, but you didn’t have enough contribution points.

Fortunately, I have eight remaining here, with no use for them. I’ll give them to you."

The Grandma handed eight Nine-Tail Fruits to Little Li.

Little Li’s face lit up with joy at the sight of the Nine-Tail Fruits.

This joy was like a kitten seeing catnip.

"Thank you, Grandma!" The precious Nine-Tail Fruit would have taken her at least a hundred years to gather enough points to get just one. How could she not be happy to suddenly receive eight? ...

Blood-Clad Alliance.

Qi Yuan sneered: "How dare they bad-mouth me behind my back and try to morally blackmail me? They’re really asking for death!"

Jiang Ya stood silently by his side.

She didn’t see this as a big deal.

At this moment, the True Lord of Wisdom spoke up, his expression serious: "I think the Blood-Clad Alliance should launch its first campaign right now to stamp out this kind of backbiting at the source!"

"Right, this isn’t about personal revenge. It’s about rectifying the atmosphere of the cultivation world!" Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up, and he raised the importance of his actions, "The cultivation world is filled with filth, and the atmosphere must start changing with me!"

At this moment, Qi Jianjun appeared: "Father, I’ve gathered the general information from the Vice President of the Shenhua Forum."

Qi Jianjun extended her small hand, looking quite proud.

The three people in the room immediately began discussing how to take revenge.

Jiang Ya watched the three of them discussing how to rectify the atmosphere of the cultivation world and felt quite out of place.

She was puzzled... You’re a dignified Great Sovereign, and yet you’re concerned with such trivial matters? ...

Eastern Land, Water Immortal Continent.

Liqi City was a rather remote cultivation city.

The nearby cultivation sects were led by a late Golden Core stage sect.

At this moment, Wang Shenghai was in the Red Lips Pavilion, indulging in pleasures, but his brow was furrowed, unable to relax.

A group of cultivators was also drinking and having fun.

"Wang, why are you so gloomy?" asked a Golden Core stage cultivator, curious.

"Sigh, didn’t I join that Shenhua Forum? I originally thought that Yeqiong Venerable would successfully kill that Blood-Clad Sword God, but who would have thought Yeqiong Venerable was so useless, getting killed by the Blood-Clad Sword God instead. What a waste!" Wang Shenghai spat.

He spoke with authority to the cultivators present.

He often spoke of the major events he saw on the Shenhua Forum, earning much praise.

The Golden Core cultivator heard this and felt some disdain.

Wang Shenghai, who spent his days doing nothing, had the nerve to call a Yin God Venerable a demon?

"Wang, you should be careful. If that Yin God Venerable hears you, he might come after you," the Golden Core cultivator advised.

"We’re in such a backwater place. A Nascent Soul cultivator coming here would be talked about for years. How could a Yin God Venerable come?" Wang Shenghai was confident and fearless.

After all, how could such a great figure bother with someone as insignificant as him?

It was like expecting an ordinary person to go out of their way to swat a mosquito in another building.

But just then, a mournful suona sound suddenly filled the air.

The Golden Core cultivators in the Red Lips Pavilion were all stunned.

Because in front of them, more than a dozen cultivators dressed in blood-red robes, playing suonas, had suddenly appeared.

Each of these cultivators had an aura so deep that they couldn’t discern their cultivation level.

At least Nascent Soul level!

At that moment, a man in a blood-red robe appeared, looking at Wang Shenghai with a smug expression: "So you’re the one who’s been bad-mouthing me behind my back?"

Wang Shenghai was stunned, instantly sobered up: "S-Senior... are you?"

He didn’t recognize the man before him, but his cultivation level was undoubtedly very high.

"Aren’t you the one who said on the Shenhua Forum that I should be torn to pieces by Yeqiong Venerable, and that when I died, the sky in the Eastern Land would clear up?" Qi Yuan looked at Wang Shenghai, smiling brightly.

"You... you’re the Blood-Clad Sword God!" Wang Shenghai looked at the blood-robed Qi Yuan, and the suona players behind him.

He instantly realized that this setup could only belong to the Blood-Clad Sword God!

He’s a dignified Yin God Venerable, and he’s not playing fair! The other cultivators present were also shocked and dumbfounded.

A Yin God... this was actually a Yin God Venerable! Such a great figure had actually come to this small, remote place! It was like the richest man in the world coming to attend a local trade school.

"Correct, and your reward is another bullet." Qi Yuan smiled brightly.

Qi Jianjun then pulled out a jade slip and read coldly, "Wang Shenghai, seventy years ago, in order to obtain a first-grade Foundation Establishment item, you conspired to kill your junior brother Li Xiangyang’s entire family; twenty years ago, you forcibly abducted a woman...

Six days ago, you made wild statements on the Shenhua Forum, slandering the Blood-Clad Sword God.

Your crimes are heinous, and you are sentenced to... execution."

Qi Yuan extended his hand, mimicking the gesture of firing a gun: "Don’t talk bad about people behind their backs again.

Oh, and after you die, you’ll be the most famous person in this city. Don’t thank me."

Qi Yuan fired.

Bang! Wang Shenghai was dead.

He never expected to die at the hands of a legendary Yin God.

The cultivators present were filled with fear and shock.

A Yin God had come to Liqi City.

Wang Shenghai would undoubtedly become the most famous person in Liqi City from now on.

After all, a Yin God Venerable had traveled thousands of miles with his entourage to personally execute a lowly Golden Core cultivator.

Qi Yuan glanced at the people present and said softly, "Rectifying the atmosphere of the cultivation world starts with me.

And as for all of you, don’t think that small sins aren’t worth correcting."

With that, Qi Yuan left with the Purple Mansion band.

The Red Lips Pavilion was left with cultivators who were too stunned to move for the rest of the day.

What had happened today was beyond belief!