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

Chapter 168: Offering Snacks to the Yin God

The Yin God descended, and the Purple Mansion played music.
He came quickly and left just as quickly.

After killing a Yuandan cultivator, he disappeared into the sky.

In the small town of Liqi City, Wang Shenghai's name completely resonated, making him the most famous person there.

If someone were to ask why he was so famous, the people of Liqi City would say, "He was the first cultivator in Liqi City to be killed by the Yin God Venerable."

At this moment, Qi Yuan had already changed his title to Blood-Robed Sword God and entered the Shenhua Forum.

"Purifying the Cultivation World’s Atmosphere, Starting with Me, the Blood-Robed Sword God!"

"Looking back, when I first came to Shenhua Forum, everyone here spoke so nicely, with humility and courtesy.

I don't know when, but the atmosphere here went bad, filled with all sorts of hostility.

Especially recently, many people on the forum have been slandering and spreading rumors about me, causing me deep pain, unable to eat or sleep, and nearly succumbing to depression.

I have to take medicine every day just to fall asleep.

Sometimes, it's not just knives or Daoist techniques that kill; words can too.

Just now, I went to Liqi City and executed the Shenhua Forum cultivator who slandered and defamed me.

As for the others who defamed me, I will personally go and educate them one by one."

"… Is that for real?"

"Does the big shot even sleep?"

"I never expected the Yin God Venerable to be so sensitive. Come here, Mommy will give you a hug, Blood Baby. Don’t be sad, be good."

"Strongly support! Blood-Robed Sword God is invincible! Beat those disgusting people to death!" Fox Den Xiaoli quickly replied.

She hadn't expected the Blood-Robed Sword God to share her feelings.

At the time, when she was arguing with those people, she truly couldn't eat or sleep and almost became depressed.

But some people, especially those who had verbally attacked the Blood-Robed Sword God before, started to feel a bit panicked.

"Senior is the Yin God Venerable and should be magnanimous. Why bother with small people? It’s unbecoming."

"Right, this is something only a demonic cultivator would do!"

Seeing these comments, Qi Yuan sneered and told Qi Jianjun to take note, then replied, "I am a barbarian, so I have no manners!"

Da Zhi Zhenjun looked on enviously and said, "A real man should be like this!"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan thought of Liu Bang.

He glanced at the Da Zhi Zhenjun: "When your mother gave birth to you, did she dream of a dragon?"

"No, but she did dream of golden light falling from the sky," said the True Lord of Great Wisdom.

"That should be the light of wisdom," Qi Yuan remarked. He then posted another message on the Shenhua Forum: "Next stop, Fengxian City, those who know, know."

At that moment in Fengxian City, a young woman in embroidered robes turned pale.

"Ancestor, Ancestor!"

She stumbled into a cave residence, shouting loudly.

Not long after, an old man exuding a terrifying aura appeared, his face full of kindly affection.

"What happened? Who bullied my little Die?" The old man's name was Yan Yiqi. Ten years ago, he entered the Purple Mansion and became the Supreme Elder of the Chaoyang Sect. He was quite pleased with himself.

The young woman before him was his most beloved descendant.

"Ancestor, please save me... Wuwu," the young woman cried, her eyes full of tears, looking particularly pitiful.

Yan Yiqi immediately felt distressed. "Quick, tell me, who bullied my little Die?"

"Ancestor, I saw a senior on Shenhua Forum who was acting arrogantly and killing innocents, so I secretly commented on it with some others.

Who knew that the senior was so petty and is now coming to Fengxian City to kill me!" The young woman was completely flustered but still knew how to exaggerate.

Anyway, it wasn't her fault.

"How absurd! Just because a junior criticizes him, he comes for revenge? This is the behavior of a demonic cultivator!

If everyone acted like this, wouldn't the cultivation world be in chaos?

Tell me his name and cultivation level. If he dares to come, I'll have words with him!" Yan Yiqi said righteously.

The young woman felt reassured. "Ancestor, he's the Blood-Robed Sword God on Shenhua Forum, the Yin God Venerable."

"..." Yan Yiqi's heart skipped a beat. "What... did you say?"

"He’s already made threats. He just killed a cultivator in Liqi City and is now hurrying to Fengxian City. Ancestor... it’s not Xiao Die's fault; it's all because the Blood-Robed Sword God is narrow-minded." The young woman cried, acting pitiful, knowing that this approach never failed.

No matter what mistake she made, she would be forgiven.

Yan Yiqi's expression changed slightly. He took Xiao Die's Shenhua Forum jade slip and read for a while, his beard nearly curling up. "You dared to slander the Yin God Venerable, you must have eaten a bear’s heart and a leopard’s gall!
The Venerable is purging the cultivation world’s atmosphere with good intentions, but you... you’re just a parasite in the cultivation world!
Someone, tie her up. We will welcome the Venerable's arrival!"

"Ancestor, it was clearly..." Xiao Die wanted to resist, but she couldn’t get a word out.

In the days that followed, such incidents happened repeatedly.

Every time Qi Yuan went to a city, he would announce it in advance.

The cultivators of those cities, and even those from nearby cities, would gather early to watch the spectacle.

After all, this was the Yin God Venerable, a big shot rarely seen in ten thousand years.

When the big shot appeared, there would even be music played by the Purple Mansion.

For small fry like them, it was rare enough to even see the Purple Mansion, let alone hear its music.

And the geniuses who had cursed on the Shenhua Forum were already tied up by their sects and handed over to the Blood-Robed Sword God.

The Blood-Robed Sword God swept across the land, tracking down and punishing people through the network.

This serious yet absurd attitude indeed shook the Eastern Land.

Many sect elders issued orders forbidding their young disciples from casually slandering strong people on their communication jade slips.

And some cultivators who were once adept at verbal battles also fell silent.

To some extent, the atmosphere in the cultivation world did improve a lot.

Leixing Continent.

The Rogue Immortal Lord sat in front of the pill furnace, deep in thought.

"Watch the fire!" A stern voice suddenly called out.

The Rogue Immortal Lord snapped to attention and carefully observed the flames in the pill furnace.

"This batch of pills must not go wrong; they are for the Great Master Ye Chen!" The elder beside him reminded, "The sect is in a difficult time and needs to build good relationships."

Yaochang Sect was a large sect in Leixing Continent, with a Supreme Elder in the Purple Mansion.

The Supreme Elder had been in secluded death meditation for over a hundred years without showing himself.

Rumors outside suggested that the Yaochang Sect's patriarch had long since perished, and the sect's enemies were secretly watching, constantly squeezing the sect’s influence.

The Rogue Immortal Lord stared at the flames in the furnace, his eyes showing a confused look. "Master, I want to progress. I don’t want to stay on the Eastern Lands Minor Geniuses List any longer."

Even after his recent trip to Cuiyun Continent, he still hadn’t made it onto the Eastern Lands Geniuses List.

Hearing this, True Lord Danheng smiled kindly. "It’s rare for you to have such ambition. I hope you, like Jien, can both make it onto the Eastern Lands Geniuses List and enter the Purple Mansion.

I have some experiences regarding breaking the Golden Core and forming the Nascent Soul; you can take them to study."

Seeing his usually lazy disciple finally showing some ambition, True Lord Danheng felt quite pleased with himself.

"Master, I don’t want to break the Golden Core to form the Nascent Soul," the Rogue Immortal Lord said hesitantly.

"Hmm, do you want to refine it further?"

"No, I want... to break the Golden Core and start over.

The first-grade golden core I formed is too weak, not impressive at all."

"No way!" True Lord Danheng quickly responded. "A first-grade golden core is already better than 99% of cultivators. It’s enough.

If you break the Golden Core and start over, it’ll waste time. Even if you form an earth-grade golden core, so what? Could you beat your former self with a first-grade golden core that’s already a Nascent Soul?"

"Master, I don’t want to form an earth-grade golden core. I want to form a more powerful one."

"More powerful? How powerful? Even a celestial-grade golden core is just known for its incredible potential."

"I... know a friend who formed a golden core that seems quite powerful."

"How powerful? How powerful are we talking? What kind of golden core did he form?" True Lord Danheng looked at the Rogue Immortal Lord with some displeasure. "What kind of golden core did he form?"

The Rogue Immortal Lord looked up, through the glazed roof, and pointed at the sun. "That."

"What?" True Lord Danheng was dumbfounded.

"He formed a Sun Golden Core."

"...I think you’ve been staring at the sun too long and fried your brain!" True Lord Danheng snapped, "Stop staring at that new sun!"

The Rogue Immortal Lord was speechless.

Because if someone had told him before that they had formed a Sun Golden Core, he would have thought they were crazy too.

"Master, I really want to break the Golden Core and start over. Even if I don’t form a sun, forming a sea would be good." The Rogue Immortal Lord was obsessed.

His golden core was too weak, too small.

Not long ago, he had even consulted Origin Heavenly Venerable in the group chat.

Origin Heavenly Venerable said the bigger, the better; the stronger, the better.

"Stop dreaming. Could you even fit a sea in your dantian?"

"Then... how could someone fit a sun?" The Rogue Immortal Lord asked weakly.

True Lord Danheng was so angry that his eyebrows were about to fall off. He could only say earnestly, "There is a difference between people. Don’t aim too high. Your golden core may not be as big as a sun, but it’s a six-flavor Tianhuang Pill that I meticulously refined for you. It’s small but full of potential."

The Rogue Immortal Lord fell silent.

Indeed, how could he compare to Origin Heavenly Venerable?
Not to mention Origin Heavenly Venerable, who else in the group could he compare to?

But then he thought, if he could just latch onto the big leg, he’d feel much better.

"In three days, once this batch of pills is ready, you will personally deliver them to the Great Master Ye Chen.
Oh, and spend more time with Great Master Ye Chen's granddaughter to build some rapport." True Lord Danheng instructed.

He was trying to matchmake the Rogue Immortal Lord with the Great Master Ye Chen's granddaughter.

If successful, his disciple’s future would be secure; he could just live off a woman.

The Rogue Immortal Lord panicked, "Master, in three days, a friend of mine is coming nearby to kill someone, and I need to go watch."

True Lord Danheng frowned, "Killing someone and he told you? Your friend is something. Is he trustworthy?"

"Yes!" The Rogue Immortal Lord nodded vigorously.

"Go and watch then. After that, deliver the medicine." True Lord Danheng naturally assumed that this was a case where the disciple’s friend was facing a strong opponent and needed someone to support him, and had turned to his disciple.

This kind of thing, he couldn’t stop.

...

Three days later.

The Rogue Immortal Lord sat in the inn, with the medicine his master had just refined stored in his bag.

He was waiting for Origin Heaven Venerable to arrive. Honestly, he felt a bit anxious.

Or rather, he hadn’t figured out how to face Origin Heaven Venerable.

"Xiaoyu, you’re supposed to deliver medicine to my grandfather, but instead, you’re here to watch the show!"

At this moment, a young, lively-looking girl walked in, glaring at the Rogue Immortal Lord with her almond-shaped eyes.

"Ye Chan, ahem, I have a friend coming over, so I’ll see them first, then deliver the medicine." The Rogue Immortal Lord felt a bit intimidated facing the girl in front of him.

The tall woman beside the girl couldn’t help frowning. "Daring to delay Great Master Ye Chen's medicine, you’ve got some nerve."

Ye Chan quickly responded, "A little late is fine; my grandfather isn’t in urgent need."

The tall woman’s eyes flickered with a complex expression. "Xiao Chan, Feng Xiao, the grandson of Great Master Feng Xiao, is waiting for us upstairs. Let’s go see him."

Ye Chan hesitated.

At that moment, a clear voice came, "Rogue Immortal Lord, long time no see. So this is your city. It looks pretty good, much better than my backwater place."

The Rogue Immortal Lord looked up and saw Qi Yuan in a blood-red robe.

Qi Yuan was holding the hand of a cute little girl who looked about seven or eight years old.

"This is my daughter, Qi Jianjun.

Jianjun, this is the Rogue Immortal Lord. Call him Uncle Rogue."

Qi Jianjun's eyes seemed to hold the stars as she looked at the Rogue Immortal Lord without any airs, "Hello, Uncle."

The Rogue Immortal Lord was flattered but still said, "No need to call me uncle, just call me by my name. I’m still young."

After all, he had heard that the Origin Heaven Venerable’s daughter was a Yin God.

Having a Yin God call him uncle... he didn’t even dare to imagine it.

"Hey, Gao Xiaoyu, stop pretending to be young!" Ye Chan couldn’t help but interject. She then looked at Qi Jianjun, "What a cute little girl."

She said this and then glanced at the tall woman beside her, "Sister Hua, I’m not going upstairs."

After saying this, she looked at the Rogue Immortal Lord, "Xiaoyu, you don’t mind if I sit here, do you?"

The Rogue Immortal Lord looked at Qi Yuan.

Honestly, hearing Ye Chan call Qi Jianjun a little girl, he was really worried that the Yin God Venerable would kill Ye Chan on the spot.

"Rogue Immortal Lord, haha, I know your real name now, so you’ll be using your real name online from now on." Qi Yuan hadn’t expected that the Rogue Immortal Lord's name was actually quite rogue: Gao Xiaoyu, a bit feminine.

The Rogue Immortal Lord awkwardly smiled, feeling quite nervous inside.

Facing Origin Heaven Venerable wasn’t too bad, but facing Qi Jianjun, that was really nerve-wracking.

"Is this your Dao companion? She’s quite good-looking." Qi Yuan glanced at Ye Chan, giving a polite compliment.

Ye Chan blushed slightly, "Don’t say such things."

Qi Yuan showed an expression that said everyone understood, patting the Rogue Immortal Lord on the shoulder, "Keep it up. Become a father soon."

The Rogue Immortal Lord was speechless.

Ye Chan looked at Qi Jianjun, her face slightly red, then waved her hand, "Come here, what a cute little girl, let me give you a meeting gift."

As she spoke, a porcelain white jade bottle appeared in her palm, "There are some candies inside. They taste really good. Eat one when you’re craving something sweet; it won’t upset your stomach."

The Rogue Immortal Lord kept winking at Ye Chan.

Are you giving snacks to a Yin God?

Qi Jianjun extended her hand, ready to take the bottle.

At that moment, a hurried voice came, "Xiao Chan, that’s the Three Yang Essence Pills your grandfather gave you. How can you give them to a child!"

The tall woman who had just gone upstairs rushed back down, followed by a young, handsome man, Feng Tian.

"My things, I can give them to whomever I want." Ye Chan was displeased with Sister Hua.

Sister Hua was momentarily speechless.

At that moment, Feng Tian looked at Qi Yuan, "Children don’t understand, but you, as an adult, should. Don’t you know how valuable the Three Yang Essence Pills are?

Ye Chan is being kind, but do you really feel comfortable taking something like that?"

Qi Yuan laughed, "I never understood such things."

As he spoke, he took the bottle from Ye Chan's hand.

He opened the bottle, and a fragrant scent filled the air.

"Come, Jianjun, have some candy."

Qi Jianjun grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them into her mouth, "Tastes good."

Sister Hua and Feng Tian were stunned.

Especially Sister Hua, who kept shaking her head, "Such a waste, such a waste."

Such precious pills, given to a child.

Feng Tian glanced at Qi Yuan, "I’ll report this to Great Master Ye Chen."

He said this and glared angrily at the Rogue Immortal Lord, "Colluding with outsiders, deceiving..."

"Enough!" Ye Chan coldly looked at Feng Tian and Sister Hua, "I’ll do as I please. Are you my son, caring for me so much?"

Feng Tian was momentarily speechless.

Sister Hua's face alternated between green and red, and she finally softened her tone, "Xiao Chan, we’re just worried about you being deceived."

The atmosphere on the scene became tense.

At that moment, Qi Yuan spoke, "Rogue Immortal Lord, we’ll talk later. I have someone to kill."

Qi Jianjun, holding Qi Yuan's hand like a little follower, said, "Goodbye, Uncle, goodbye, Sister."

His musical ensemble was arriving late; he had to go kill someone.

Ye Chan was stunned.

How did the conversation suddenly turn to killing?

Feng Tian and Sister Hua were also surprised.

At that moment, a familiar sound suddenly echoed in the sky.

The desolate sound of suona, like the sighs of gods, resonated throughout the entire city.

Everyone’s attention was immediately drawn to the sky.

"The Blood-Robed Sword God has come to kill!"

They had heard in the morning that the Blood-Robed Sword God was coming to kill someone here.

Such a major event, they had naturally come early to watch.

At this moment, this city was likely hiding countless strong people.

Even the elusive, secluded Purple Mansion might appear, just to witness the legendary Yin God Venerable.

That was the one who had destroyed the Bright Palace and killed both the Exhausted Venerable and the Sentimental Venerable—a powerful Yin God!

At least someone who had reached the second step of sky-treading.

"Let’s go, watch from upstairs!" Ye Chan, no longer concerned, prepared to take the Rogue Immortal Lord and Qi Yuan upstairs to watch the spectacle.

"I have to go kill someone." Qi Yuan, holding Qi Jianjun's hand, vanished.

Ye Chan was momentarily stunned, but eventually, she still went with the Rogue Immortal Lord to watch the excitement.

At that moment, the city's cultivators had almost all gathered together.

They looked up at the dozen or so Purple Mansion cultivators in the sky, their expressions full of awe.

"Using the Purple Mansion as a band, what grandiosity the Blood-Robed Sword God has!"

"Shh, don’t speak ill of the Venerable, or else..."

"No, I’m not speaking ill, I’m praising, praising!"

"Never thought I’d live to hear the Purple Mansion play music and see the legendary Yin God!"

Ye Chan stood on the restaurant's upper floor, her eyes shining, "Gao Xiaoyu, what do you think the Blood-Robed Sword God looks like? Is he cold and distant, the kind that keeps people away?

I heard he also has a daughter, and she’s a Yin God too. It’s terrifying."

The Rogue Immortal Lord didn’t speak. He wanted to say, you just saw the Blood-Robed Sword God, and you even gave his Yin God daughter some candy.

But thinking about it, he decided not to say anything; they’d find out soon enough.