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

Chapter 346: Who Is Qi Yuan’s Ancestor?

Qi Yuan ignored the gazes of the others and walked towards the Blood Jade Wall.

To use the Ancestral Return Pill, one needed the aid of the Blood Jade Wall.

Qi Yuan was also eager to see how much the Ancestral Return Pill would enhance him.

According to others, the stronger the talent and the deeper the fortune, the greater the enhancement.

Given his extraordinary talent, the ancestor at the source of the bloodline of his innate body must think highly of him, right?

Maybe they’d... invest a bit more?

Directly elevate him to the realm of the Martial God of Ten Thousand Paths?

As Qi Yuan walked towards the Blood Jade Wall, the rest of the people at the outpost followed.

They already knew that the reward for the last mission was the Ancestral Return Pill, and some big shots had even considered exchanging it for themselves once Qi Yuan and his team successfully completed the mission.

But now, it seemed that could only remain a thought.

At this moment, everyone following Qi Yuan was curious to see what kind of achievements the fearsome Qi Yuan would attain with the Blood Jade Wall.

The martial artists who had been cultivating by the Blood Jade Wall quickly woke up.

Seeing the overwhelming blood aura surrounding Qi Yuan, they looked terrified.

When they noticed the group from the outpost following behind him, they silently withdrew from the Blood Jade Wall.

After all, with the situation unclear, safety came first.

Cultivation? What was that?

So, when Qi Yuan approached the Blood Jade Wall, everyone who had been cultivating against the wall stepped back.

Qi Yuan was momentarily puzzled and looked back at the group.

"Did all of you speak ill of me? Otherwise, why are you so afraid of standing near me?"

As soon as he said this, the already anxious crowd's expressions changed.

"N-no... it's not that we don't deserve... to stand near you!" Lin Yeshan boldly said.

"Right, we’re not worthy!" the others echoed in agreement.

"Sigh, you old-fashioned lot, still living in the past. Nowadays, it’s all about... equality for everyone!" Qi Yuan said softly.

In this outpost, a few were modern people, but the majority were from ancient times.

For example, Lin Yeshan was an ancient escort.

So, it was likely correct that these people had old-fashioned and stubborn ideas.

Qi Yuan couldn’t be bothered to argue with them anymore and leaped into the area where the Blood Jade Wall stood.

At that moment, he swallowed the Ancestral Return Pill.

Instantly, he turned his focus inward and noticed that about one-tenth of the blood in his body was glowing red, like fireflies.

This blood was precisely the blood he had obtained from devouring the essence of the demon race after using the Devouring Primordial Body.

Suddenly, it was as if a teapot had sprung a leak, and red light began to spill from Qi Yuan’s body.

"He’s reacting with the Blood Jade Wall so quickly; his talent... is indeed exceptional. No wonder!"

"Who is his bloodline ancestor?"

"With talent like his, the ancestral source must be quite generous, right?"

Everyone's eyes burned with envy.

Qi Yuan was already strong, and if he received the favor of his ancestor, it was hard to imagine how terrifying he might become.

At that moment, the Blood Jade Wall began to glow intensely.

A thick blood-red beam of light shot into Qi Yuan's body.

"A Dead-grade Low-class bloodline? That... his future prospects are worrying!"

An elder who saw the blood-red light flicker in his eyes with disappointment.

Bloodline sources are also graded.

The lowest is Low-class, followed by Mid-class, then High-class, with the highest being titled.

However, beyond just grading, there are other classifications.

These are Dead or Active.

A Dead bloodline means the ancestor is deceased.

An Active bloodline means the ancestor is still alive.

Naturally, the more active and higher the grade, the brighter the future and the greater the rewards.

A Dead-grade Low-class bloodline is almost at the bottom of the hierarchy.

"With a bloodline like this, it might not be much help to him. What a pity!"

"Pity? You, a mere Qi-blood Realm cultivator, pity someone else? He’s achieved more without ancestral bloodlines than you’ll ever reach in your lifetime!"

With those words, the crowd fell silent.

Indeed, for Qi Yuan, the Ancestral Return Pill was just icing on the cake.

At this moment, Qi Yuan closed his eyes, and a drop of blood within him began to boil slightly.

Yes... just slightly.

His strength also increased, but just a little bit.

At this moment, his eyes fixed on that drop of blood.

Suddenly, countless pieces of information flooded his mind.

He gazed through the infinite void and saw a blood-red world.

Qi Yuan saw a thin bone fragment dripping with blood.

Following this bone, he seemed to glimpse the owner of this bone.

It was a sinister-looking, large-headed, small-limbed crawling demon beast.

This was the source of that drop of blood.

"A Yin God?"

Qi Yuan instantly recognized the strength of this bloodline ancestor, comparable to a Yin God.

"Hmm... why do I feel like there’s another me here?"

Qi Yuan was slightly puzzled.

Because of the Ancestral Return Pill, his consciousness temporarily lingered in the location of the bloodline source.

He suddenly realized that there seemed to be another him here.

"No, it’s a part of the spirit from the Innate Seed!"

In just an instant, Qi Yuan figured out what that other "him" was—it was part of the spirit from the Innate Seed.

After the world reset, he had completely devoured the Innate Seed, returning to his true self.

Yet, here... a fragment of that spirit remained.

This was quite... peculiar.

"Strange... this part of the spirit seems to be dead.

Is it... the spirit that died ten years later?"

Qi Yuan connected many thoughts.

Before the world reset, the part of the Innate Seed that had become Qi Yuan died, and its spirit... drifted to this place?

After the world reset, it still remained.

Qi Yuan's eyes flickered, and many thoughts crossed his mind.

Finally, his gaze landed on the fragment of the bone on the ground.

"You’re already ancient, worrying even after death, so I’ll give you back your blood.

I’m someone who respects the elderly and cares for the young. I’ll return your blood to you. Oh, and I’ll add a bit of my blood too!"

Qi Yuan was generous. After all, the blood was formed from the demon race's blood essence transformed by the Devouring Primordial Body.

Sharing a bit more didn’t matter.

Meanwhile, on the Blood Jade Wall, everyone could see a flash of blood light passing through Qi Yuan’s body and returning to the Blood Jade Wall.

The onlookers were baffled by this sight.

"What’s going on?"

"Why is the bestowed blood... being taken back?"

"Could it be a mistake?"

"A case of mistaken bloodline?"

"Did the ancestor realize this isn’t their own descendant? An affair?"

The crowd was bewildered; this was the first time they had seen something like this.

But then, suddenly, the Blood Jade Wall glowed again.

Another beam of blood-red light shot out and entered Qi Yuan.

The previously puzzled crowd suddenly understood.

"Ah, it was a mistake before, this one’s the real deal!"

"A Dead-grade Mid-class bloodline. Though it’s quite average, it’s still not bad."

"So, this is Qi Yuan’s true ancestor?"

However, before they could ponder further, the Blood Jade Wall shone even brighter.

Suddenly, one, two, three... ten... hundreds of beams of light, densely packed, rushed into Qi Yuan’s body.

"Ah... how does he have so many ancestors?"

"Low-class, Mid-class, High-class, and even titled bloodlines!"

"What’s happening? Is the Blood Jade Wall broken?"

"Could it be... his maternal ancestor... had many lovers, and all these bloodline ancestors mistook him for their child?"

The people at the outpost, some of whom were from ancient times and others from modern times, had vivid imaginations and came up with all sorts of wild ideas.

At this moment, they looked at Qi Yuan with strange expressions, as if watching a play, ready to gossip.

If it weren’t for Qi Yuan’s immense strength and overwhelming blood aura, they might have even brought chairs and snacks to sit down and concoct wild stories.

"This could totally be made into a... ‘Search for Ancestors’ movie!"

"Where are the ancestors?"

Afraid of Qi Yuan's formidable strength, they restrained themselves in their words.

"Sure enough, they mistook the descendant. Look, most of the blood is returning!"

"It seems those returning bloodline ancestors at most held hands with his maternal ancestor!"

"How pitiful!"

The men and women at the outpost were bursting with curiosity, wishing they could travel back to ancient times to see what kind of captivating person Qi Yuan’s maternal ancestor was to have played so many ancient ancestors for fools.

All of them mistook Qi Yuan for their descendant.

Now, after entering Qi Yuan's body and running a lap, they realized... Hmm, he isn’t my descendant, just carries a similar scent.

Of course, these people didn’t know that the red bloodlights returning were from the bloodline ancestors who were nothing but remnants.

Qi Yuan respected the elderly and cared for the young. He didn’t want these beings worrying even after death, so he left some of his blood on their remains.

Later, when he linked up with the fragment of the Innate Seed’s spirit, he could use the blood as a marker to find those ancestors.

As for the purpose, naturally, it was to care for them in their old age, to give them... a proper send-off.

Qi Yuan was really thoughtful.

"So... these are the bloodline ancestors of the body that the Innate Seed resides in. Their gifts... really should be more generous, given their strength... Mythic level?"

Although Qi Yuan’s current strength wasn’t at its peak, his vision remained sharp.

The Low-class and Mid-class bloodline ancestors were at most at the Venerable level.

And the High-class bloodline ancestors could reach the level of a Grand Venerable.

As for the titled bloodline ancestors, they were Mythic-level powerhouses.

"So, this is a Martial Lord?

Then... is a Martial God a Yang God?"

Qi Yuan closed his eyes slightly.

He dared to share blood with those dead ancestors.

As for the living ones, they didn’t need his concern.

After all, one cannot refuse a gift from an elder.

"Not bad. With this, I’m probably at the peak of the Martial Spirit Realm. One more step, and I’ll be a Martial King!"

After receiving so many gifts, Qi Yuan’s strength had significantly improved.

The Martial King Realm was equivalent to the Purple Mansion Realm.

Beyond that was the Martial Lord.

"So, killing demons really speeds up progress. I hope next time, I’ll get a more challenging world, with more demons, and give me... more lovely ancestors."

At this moment, Qi Yuan opened his eyes.

The crowd, who had been buzzing with chatter, fell silent.

Some had looks of amazement on their faces, but now they were completely quiet.

All the sad moments in their lives flashed through their minds, as if they were afraid of bursting out laughing and angering Qi Yuan.

Because of this, the previously amused crowd now wore solemn expressions. Some even had looks of sorrow on their faces, with tears streaming down.

"Did... your fathers die?" Qi Yuan asked with a puzzled expression.

...

At Jun’an Neighborhood.

New green buds sprouted on the branches, adding a touch of freshness to the early spring.

Wang Zhiqi was wearing a single-layer shirt, not feeling cold at all.

"Principal, this is our neighborhood. Looks pretty good, right?"

Wang Zhiqi had a simple nature and was at an age where she loved to play.

Moreover, with her high talent, she was very popular at Tianxuan Tower, and all the teachers were very kind to her. So she wasn’t afraid of cultivators like Xie Tang and was quite bold.

"Yes, there are a lot of people." Xie Tang nodded, casually glancing at the neighborhood.

Hmm, just an ordinary neighborhood for mortals.

"Don’t be fooled by how ordinary our neighborhood looks. There are some amazing people here.

For example, my dad, hehe, he’s a martial artist, considered a top soldier!" Wang Zhiqi boasted.

Her father, Yang Shan, was practically a living legend, comparable to a king among soldiers.

This was something she had to keep secret from her classmates, but it was different with a cultivator like Xie Tang.

"Not bad, he’s a dragon among men!" Xie Tang praised.

Genius disciples should be pampered.

"Our neighborhood also has a cat that’s a web celebrity, with millions of followers!" Wang Zhiqi said excitedly. "Principal, this cat has gained intelligence, it can cook, and even play with a Rubik’s Cube!"

As she spoke, Wang Zhiqi pulled out her phone.

She played a video for Xie Tang.

In the video, a pitiful-looking cat, wearing an apron and holding a spatula, was cooking. It occasionally added salt and spices, making it quite amusing.

"This cat is so smart! I’ve even held it before. It belongs to my neighbor!" Wang Zhiqi said enthusiastically.

Xie Tang watched the video, her expression slightly puzzled. For some reason, she felt a sense of familiarity with this cat.

"In a world like yours, this cat is indeed unique, but in the Fire Spirit Realm, it wouldn’t be much.

In the Fire Spirit Realm, some cats even develop intelligence, with wisdom equal to that of humans."

"Principal, do you think this cat has the potential to cultivate and become like us?" Wang Zhiqi asked.

"Difficult." Xie Tang shook her head. "Our Xuantian Sect doesn’t have a cultivation method for non-human beings."

"What a pity." Wang Zhiqi felt a bit disappointed, but then she looked up at Xie Tang and suddenly said, "Principal, if you registered an account, you’d definitely get a lot of followers and become a huge online star!"

"Oh? Really?" Xie Tang smiled gently, her star-like brows twinkling.

"This is the first time I’ve seen... someone with brows like stars! Everyone else has sword-shaped brows, but you have star-shaped brows, Principal. That’s so unique!" Wang Zhiqi said, her eyes shining.

Xie Tang chuckled. "My brows are nothing special. If you saw my senior sister, you’d find that some people’s brows... can even resemble turtles!"

"What, turtles? That’s so cool!" Wang Zhiqi exclaimed in surprise. "When I master cultivation, I want to make my eyebrows look like... the sun!"

Xie Tang looked at Wang Zhiqi indulgently.

If anyone else joked about her brows, she would have killed them with a sword.

But Wang Zhiqi was different. Xie Tang knew Wang Zhiqi was naturally innocent and meant no harm.

However, at that moment, her starry brows twitched slightly, and a hint of joy appeared in her eyes. "Your neighborhood really is full of exceptional people. I’ve found two more gifted youngsters!"

Those two had talents that far surpassed even Wang Zhiqi’s.

How could Xie Tang not be thrilled?

This time, she had made an unexpected gain!