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

Chapter 185: A Legend! White Xi Venerable’s Offer

The man in the black robe endured the pain and said, "This is all a misunderstanding. We both serve the new gods, so there's no need for infighting."

Hearing this, Qi Yuan finally took a serious look at the black-robed man.

"A small experience package?"

The black-robed man suddenly felt a strange sense of fear. Despite the warmth in Qi Yuan's eyes and even a hint of longing, what he felt was eerie.

"Why did you come to find me?" Qi Yuan asked, showing some interest.

Was he now playing the role of a double agent?

He needed to look a bit more dashing, maintain a better demeanor, and say something profound to raise his prestige.

"A woman from the Jiang Kingdom has fled to Feihuang City, carrying a great treasure."

"Longkui?" Qi Yuan was surprised.

"… No, this woman's name is Wang Wenqi, and she is a descendant of Tianbao Venerable. Half a month ago, she suddenly left the capital of the Jiang Kingdom under suspicious circumstances, seemingly carrying a great treasure. I was ordered by the True God Suihan to capture her and retrieve the treasure." The black-robed man spoke, mixing truth with lies.

He hadn’t received any orders from the True God Suihan, but he mentioned it to scare Qi Yuan.

"Get to the point." Qi Yuan almost blurted out, "Hurry up and say it," but remembered he was playing the role of a double agent, which required maintaining some dignity. Saying something crude would make him look like a lowly thug.

The black-robed man quickly said, "The problem is that there are several powerful members of the Wushi Sect in Feihuang City. I cannot handle them alone. I need the Origin Celestial Venerable to assist me. The treasure will be split fifty-fifty."

Qi Yuan looked at the black-robed man and asked, "Is that all?"

The black-robed man sighed in relief. With the backing of the True God Suihan and the offer of a fifty-fifty split, he thought he had successfully convinced Qi Yuan.

But then Qi Yuan said something unexpected: "I didn’t have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."

Bang.

He moved as if pulling a trigger, and the black-robed man's head exploded, leaving him dead.

Until his death, the black-robed man couldn’t understand why this spineless traitor to the new gods had dared to kill him.

Qi Yuan turned to Qi Qi, speaking like a concerned father, "If you ever bring home another old man like that, just kill him on the spot!"

Not even a ghost fire.

Qi Qi was silent for a while before finally saying, "Godfather, he wasn’t someone I brought back."

"Huh? Did I kill the wrong person?" Qi Yuan felt a bit embarrassed. "Let’s eat!"

After the feast, Qi Yuan returned to his dilapidated temple in Qingshui Village.

It was already evening, and the sky was blood-red, casting a crimson glow over the entire village, making it look especially eerie.

Qi Yuan entered the chat group.

The group was fairly quiet at the moment.

Qi Yuan asked in the group, "Do you guys know the surname of Tianbao Venerable?"

It didn’t take long for White Xi Venerable, who rarely spoke, to respond, "It should be Wang."

"Thanks, big shot!" Qi Yuan replied.

"Origin Heavenly God, are you preparing to perform another imagining?" White Xi Venerable asked. "Last time, when the Mountain of Contemplation flashed with golden light, you left the mountain. Did you imagine an epic being?"

White Xi Venerable was referring to the time when Qi Yuan had imagined the Giant Spirit God.

"Yes, it was me," Qi Yuan admitted.

As soon as he said this, the group erupted.

"Two epics?"

"His talent rivals White Xi Venerable!"

"East Heavenly Emperor, stop bragging about being a young heavenly emperor. It’s clear that the Origin Heavenly God is the real heavenly emperor!" Divine Cat Venerable joked in the group.

Even Black Dragon Venerable couldn’t help but say, "I bow to the big shot!"

Imagining two epic beings was unparalleled in the group.

Even White Xi Venerable seemed slightly overshadowed by the Origin Celestial Venerable.

"Sigh, it’s nothing special. I’ve only been imagining small fries. I feel like I’m not doing well. It’s just that the evil divine power is too little. Otherwise, I could imagine something stronger," Qi Yuan said truthfully.

Who had he imagined so far?

Howling Celestial Dog, Earth God, Giant Spirit God.

These gods were well-known, but their power was somewhat lacking.

But Qi Yuan wasn’t in a hurry. He planned to imagine something more powerful next.

However, his sincere words sounded grating to the other gods in the group.

"You little brat, you’re even better at showing off than me!" East Jiang River said angrily.

Thinking about how the Origin Heavenly God had imagined two epic beings, he felt a headache coming on.

"Could it be that the fate of the East Dynasty is truly coming to an end, and I’m about to become the East Vanquished Duke?"

East Jiang River realized he couldn’t accept this. He had to imagine a powerful god to reclaim his honor.

The other ancient gods in the group quickly started flattering Qi Yuan.

"Origin Heavenly God, please don’t forget us in the future!"

"The big shot is truly a big shot, even dissatisfied with epics!"

They didn’t take Qi Yuan’s words seriously.

In their eyes, after all these years, there weren’t many true gods left to imagine.

There might still be some epics left undiscovered.

But legends and myths? Those were terrifying beings, almost entirely imagined already.

Even if there were any left, there would be only a few. Each time one was imagined, there was one less.

It was well-known that a legendary god-imagining technique, once discovered, could instantly elevate the imaginer to the peak of the Purple Mansion stage. With the right treasure, they could step into the realm of the true gods, becoming a powerful force.

"Unfortunately, I still don’t have enough evil divine power. This time, I can only imagine a background character of a god, though stronger than the last few," Qi Yuan said.

"A background character epic? You must be joking, Origin Heavenly God!" Black Dragon Venerable said.

Everyone in the group thought Qi Yuan was joking.

Epic-level true gods from ancient times were at least of the Great Venerable level, and not weak ones at that!

At this moment, Qi Yuan entered the Mountain of Contemplation.

"The system of gods is still too chaotic. Which one should I imagine?"

Qi Yuan pondered.

He wanted to imagine the Four Heavenly Kings.

But on Earth, there were many versions of the Four Heavenly Kings.

And the Four Heavenly Kings had a nickname—the "High-level Testers."

Anyone who could defeat the Four Heavenly Kings was considered a truly powerful immortal.

For instance, Zixia Fairy in A Chinese Odyssey who toyed with the Four Heavenly Kings.

Chen Xiang fighting the Four Heavenly Kings in The Lotus Lantern.

Even in Journey to the West, Sun Wukong faced off against the Four Heavenly Kings.

The Four Heavenly Kings, though often defeated and relegated to the background, were undoubtedly strong.

This time, Qi Yuan planned to imagine one of the Four Heavenly Kings.

He didn’t have enough evil divine power to imagine all four, but one was doable.

"With a white body, purple hair, and an angry expression."

"Wearing a heavenly robe, red armor and helmet, and holding a pipa."

Qi Yuan combined various depictions of this god and imagined a terrifying Heavenly King, the Heavenly King of the East, Dhritarashtra.

In Qi Yuan’s mind, a terrifying and majestic god appeared, holding a pipa. As the music played, it seemed to drive away evil, holding the power of order.

He suddenly thought: This Heavenly King could join a suona ensemble.

The stellar golden pill shone, and the Mountain of Contemplation continued to ask questions.

Qi Yuan answered them all.

Suddenly...

In the Mountain of Contemplation, golden light flashed.

This time, it wasn’t just golden light—there was also the sound of a hundred birds singing.

A god-imagining technique fell into Qi Yuan’s hands.

At this moment, the chat group was in an uproar.

"The sound of a hundred birds singing—someone imagined a legend!"

"How could there still be legends left?"

"A legend, someone who was definitely a powerful leader during the Great Flood War!"

There were only a dozen or so myths.

Even if there were more legends, there would only be dozens or at most a hundred.

The available legends had long been imagined.

Now, with a new one suddenly appearing, the group was in shock.

Even the usually calm White Xi Venerable couldn’t help but speak up: "Was it you, Origin heavenly God, who imagined a legend?"

His words left the group in stunned silence.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" East Jiang River couldn’t accept it.

At that moment, Qi Yuan rejoined the group.

Divine Cat Venerable immediately asked, "Origin Heavenly God, was it you who imagined a legend?"

The other gods eagerly awaited his response.

"Yes, I was fortunate to imagine one."

The ancient gods in the group swallowed hard.

East Jiang River was seething with envy: "Am I really the weakest one in the group?"

"Who did you imagine?" Black Dragon Venerable asked, trembling.

How could there still be a god-imagining technique of this level?

"I imagined the Heavenly King of the East, Dhritarashtra." Qi Yuan answered truthfully.

The group members were baffled.

"Why have I never heard of this true god?"

"Nor have I."

"Sigh, unfortunately, I don’t have enough evil divine power. Otherwise, I would have imagined his three brothers as well."

"He has three brothers?"

"What are their powers? What are their names?" White Xi Venerable quickly asked.

He wanted to know who this so-called Heavenly King of the East was.

Since he didn’t know, he thought he could figure it out through the names of his brothers.

"Viran, Guhyaka, and Virupaksha. They are the Four Heavenly Kings, known as the Four Heavenly Generals. They all have similar power levels, but their strength is somewhat average."

The group members looked at each other, bewildered.

They had no idea who these four were.

And the Origin Heavenly God’s assessment—calling them average—left them even more confused.

"So there are three other legendary god-imagining techniques… that you haven’t imagined yet?" White Xi Venerable asked in the group.

"Yes."

The group members were shocked.

At this point, White Xi Venerable quickly said, "Origin Heavenly God, why don’t you leave the Lin Kingdom and go somewhere else? Your talent is too incredible to waste in the Lin Kingdom. Why not come to the Ancient God Alliance? I have a friend there! I could recommend you join!"

White Xi Venerable was clearly trying to recruit him.

The potential to imagine four legends was incredibly rare in the entire Mortal World.

It could be said that the value of the Origin Heavenly God was not even inferior to that of a Great Venerable.

Four legendary god-imagining techniques could definitely create four Great Venerables.

Their power would be terrifying.

"No thanks, I’m busy right now and don’t want to go anywhere else." Qi Yuan declined directly.

After speaking, he exited the chat group.

Meanwhile, in the distant eastern Tiger Kingdom.

White Xi Venerable stared at the messages in the group, his expression shifting constantly. "This is a true prodigy!"

How could he let such a prodigy slip through his fingers?

He thought for a moment and lit a stick of incense in his room.

Suddenly, an elderly man with white hair appeared, his gaze kind as he looked at White Xi Venerable.

"White Xi, what do you need?"

This white-haired old man was a terrifying ancient god at the level of a Great Venerable.

Even his mere projection filled the palace with a suffocating pressure.

"Master, I’ve encountered a peerless genius!" White Xi Venerable quickly told the white-haired old man about the Origin Celestial Venerable.

The white-haired old man’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Such a talent… if he grows, we could gain at least five more Great Venerables!"

"Master, he’s currently in the Lin Kingdom, which is a fallen region. Please, master, help him escape, or at least ensure his safety!" White Xi Venerable urged.

The white-haired old man’s gaze flickered. "He is indeed very talented, but… he’s still far from the Child of Destiny. Right now, we’re all focused on nurturing that Child of Destiny, so we can’t spare the effort."

The white-haired old man quickly made a decision.

The Origin Heavenly God certainly piqued his interest, and his talent was exceptional.

But compared to the Child of Destiny, who could imagine a mythical-level god, he was still lacking.

"But…" White Xi Venerable hadn’t expected this outcome but understood the priority.

"But master, his talent and potential are truly extraordinary, far beyond mine!" White Xi Venerable tried once more.

"The Child of Destiny must not fail. Since he’s in a fallen region, I can’t go there," the white-haired old man explained. "Four legends… that’s quite impressive, but… even ten legends don’t compare to one myth."

"Master!" White Xi Venerable wanted to say more.

"I know you don’t want to see a talent wasted." The white-haired old man laughed. "Great Venerable Shenlei happens to be without a disciple, and he can’t cultivate the Child of Destiny as we do. I’ll inform him about this."

White Xi Venerable sighed in relief. "Thank you, master."

Great Venerable Shenlei’s power might not be as great as his master’s, and he had been severely injured, but he was still a Great Venerable!