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

Chapter 404: Senior, What’s Your Son-in-Law’s Name?

Heavenly fire scorched the sky, the heavens crumbled, the earth shattered, and the sun and moon lost their light...

No words could adequately describe this battle.

Qi Yuan, now within his Purple Mansion, had reached the absolute peak of the Grand Heaven-tier Yang God in terms of sheer combat strength, if not realm.

Back when he was in the Gongxing world, he had merged with his four thousand Nascent Souls and killed the Eastern Lord, who was on the verge of stepping into the Absolute Principle realm.

Of course, that was partly because the Eastern Lord's trump cards had been useless against him.

In terms of divine power and Law Body alone, Qi Yuan was already stronger than a young Yang God at the Great Principle level.

Now, leading the gods and Buddhas, he charged straight into the three thousand Great Calamities.

The slaughter continued!

Blood flowed!

Chaos was torn apart!

Everywhere he looked, enemies. All were enemies!

Since becoming a Golden Core cultivator, Qi Yuan had never experienced a battle of this intensity.

The monsters in the Mountain and Sea Scroll? Slain with a single strike.

The demonic fiends outside the City of No Return? Could they block even one sword?

But now, facing three thousand Great Calamities, this battle seemed to stretch into eternity.

No instant kills. No single-strike victories!

It was all a contest of divine power, a collision of forces!

For the first time in a long while, Qi Yuan found himself wounded in battle.

Pieces of the Great Calamities’ chaotic bodies fell continuously into the underworld, transforming into strange new landscapes.

Qi Yuan's four thousand Nascent Souls, once the innate divine beings, were also besieged by the Great Calamities and shed blood, falling into the underworld.

“Kill!”

Qi Yuan's eyes, already bloodshot, burned with fury. Dressed in his blood-red armor, he charged into the Great Calamities, killing gods as they came, destroying Buddhas in his path!

Sword Art of Heaven-Splitting!

Deathly Radiance!

Tyrannical Force!

These three powerful techniques were used in succession.

He held nothing back!

This battle was brutally fierce.

Perhaps because the Great Calamities were dazed, they had no concept of retreat.

Even though Qi Yuan's side held an overwhelming advantage in numbers and power, none of the Great Calamities showed any sign of retreating, panicking, or fleeing.

They fought like emotionless war machines, giving their all.

Because of this, even with the advantage, the Great Calamities did not collapse. They maintained their strongest form, fighting against the gods of the heavens.

The battle raged on for a full ten days.

For ten days, the fighting never ceased.

None of the cultivators or mortals could see even a fragment of the battle. They could only gauge its progress by the amount of blood-red light or chaotic darkness in the sky.

The blood-red grew stronger, and the chaos gradually faded.

Many cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, and mortals, though shocked, became numb and accustomed to it.

In the void, Qi Yuan’s blood-red armor had long since faded, and he stood in a tattered robe, his entire body soaked in blood.

Whether the blood was his own or from his Nascent Souls, it was impossible to tell.

Before him, only the strongest of the dazed Great Calamities remained.

Their eyes showed no fear, no sign of despair.

“Any last words to recite?” Qi Yuan’s voice was murderous.

This battle had been so intense that even the mourning and wailing musicians had been forced to pick up weapons and join the fight.

Qi Yuan’s Nascent Souls were nearly exhausted.

Behind him stood the Six Imperial Deities, towering and majestic, exuding endless power.

Finally, the dazed Great Calamities spoke, their voices unified and solemn.

“Strength is calamity.”

“The Nine Heavens hold no true future.”

“Can you really eliminate the Great Calamity?”

Their voices carried a chilling tone.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was speechless. “Damn it, I really shouldn’t have let you speak. Are you seriously trying to play cryptic riddle masters now?”

The dazed Great Calamities showed no change in their expressions, nor did they show any fear of death.

At that moment, Qi Yuan chuckled darkly. “Heh, if it were anyone else, they might be shaken by your cryptic words, worrying endlessly.”

“But sorry to disappoint you, I’ve never been much of a thinker.”

“My brain’s been in storage for ages! What’s the point of overthinking? As long as I’m strong enough, even calamities will have to give me a foot massage!”

“Kill!”

Divine power erupted once again, and the slaughter resumed, this time ending within moments.

The entire sky turned blood-red.

That red was the color of Qi Yuan’s robe and the blood of countless Nascent Souls.

The sky turned completely crimson, and the chaos vanished entirely.

Countless cultivators and mortals looked up at the sky.

The sounds of battle, the thunderous booms—all had fallen silent. The divine powers had vanished without a trace, leaving only a profound silence.

The sky seemed like an ancient battlefield, and the previous fighting felt like nothing more than a dream of the past, a fleeting illusion.

“Is it over?”

“Did we… win?”

Countless cultivators and mortals looked up at the heavens, some bursting into tears of joy.

When they saw the Great Calamity devouring other worlds, many had been terrified.

Just because there were many people didn’t mean disaster wouldn’t fall upon each individual.

Mountains had crumbled, cities had been shattered.

The false sense of security had been violently torn away, and now it was being upheld by that one blood-stained figure!

Many cultivators rejoiced, cheering or crying out.

“Blood-Clad Sword God!”

“Qi Yuan, destroyer of the Great Calamity!”

Yet among them, some of the Great Lords and Yin Gods wore expressions of both awe and concern.

Would the Canglan Realm now belong to Qi Yuan?

Great Wisdom True Lord’s eyes glimmered with wisdom. “Foolish men worry about the heavens, unaware that worries are endless. Even if you cultivate immortality, you will always find something to worry about.”

At this moment, Qi Yuan, dressed in blood-red, gazed at the sky, his eyes filled with weariness.

Three hundred and twenty-seven Nascent Souls had been shattered in this battle, and another three thousand seven hundred were injured.

Now, all of the Nascent Souls were returning to him.

As for the Canglan Realm, millions of lives had been lost due to the aftershocks of the battle.

Qi Yuan glanced toward the underworld and sighed softly. “Luckily, I left marks on everyone beforehand. Given enough time, the Nascent Souls can recover, and the dead… can be reborn.”

Before the battle against the Great Calamity, Qi Yuan had traveled slowly across the Canglan Realm, staining the sky red.

Along the way, he left marks on the mountains, rivers, and even insects, leaving his imprint on all living things.

This way, even if the beings of the Canglan Realm died in the battle’s aftermath, they could still be revived.

Of course, this revival wouldn’t nullify the markings from Taihuang Palace.

Even if they were revived, the marks would still remain.

Moreover, if they had died because of those marks, not even the underworld could bring them back.

So for now, the Canglan Realm had to remain within his Purple Mansion, isolated from the outside world.

“I’m so tired.”

At that moment, Qi Yuan felt an overwhelming exhaustion.

All four thousand of his Nascent Souls had fought with all their might.

Every bit of mental fatigue was focused on him.

All beings were connected to him, and as the Nascent Souls were essentially part of him, the combined exhaustion from their battle was immense.

This weariness, combined with the injuries from all the Nascent Souls, was now his own.

He had never felt this tired before, not even when he had fought the old man in the Land of Absolute Desolation.

“I need to go back… and rest for a bit.”

Qi Yuan glanced around.

The fragments of the dazed Great Calamities had formed a strange new land.

In the past, he would have rushed over to investigate, curious about its mysteries.

But now, he was just too tired, too exhausted, and he needed to sleep for a while.

The blood-red light slowly faded away, and the sky over the Canglan Realm returned to its normal color.

The blood-red tint that had stained the heavens was gone.

The sun and moon that illuminated the heavens, along with the stars that had shimmered like fireflies on his blood-red armor, also disappeared.

Now, only ten suns remained in the sky of the Canglan Realm.

In a pavilion, Jiang Lingsu seemed to sense something. She lifted her skirts and dashed toward the blood-red figure.

The overwhelming stench of blood filled the air, and in the blood-red figure’s eyes, there was a mixture of exhaustion and dazedness.

“Senior Brother!” Jiang Lingsu saw his bloodied form, her eyes filled with joy and concern.

“I’m so tired. I just want to take a little nap,” Qi Yuan murmured, his voice soft, as though he could collapse into sleep at any moment.

His exhaustion had reached its peak, and his strained nerves finally began to relax.

“Sleep,” Jiang Lingsu said, taking his hand in hers without thinking.

She shifted slightly, sitting on the threshold and leaning against the doorframe.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes and naturally fell into a resting position, his head settling onto Jiang Lingsu’s lap.

He fell asleep almost instantly.

Jiang Lingsu gently adjusted her position, making him more comfortable, allowing him to rest against her more softly.

She gazed down at his handsome face, still smeared with blood, watching intently without a word.

Qi Yuan slept soundly, his only movement the quiet rise and fall of his breathing.

Sunlight streamed in from the eaves, casting soft, warm shadows over both of them.

The world became peaceful and quiet.

No one knew how much time had passed before a sudden, thunderous shout shattered the tranquility.

“Where’s that brat Qi Yuan? Where’s he hiding? Old man’s here!”

Jiang Ruhua finally arrived in Feng Tianyu, landing on the roof of the pavilion.

Scanning the area, he saw the young man and woman sitting at the threshold.

The boy, dressed in a blood-stained robe, was lying in the girl's lap, fast asleep.

He panicked and was about to say something when he heard Jiang Lingsu's soft, ethereal voice, tinged with complaint.

“Keep it down. Senior Brother is sleeping, Dad.”

Seeing this scene, all of Jiang Ruhua’s previous anger vanished without a trace.

“Sigh…”

He let out a deep sigh and disappeared from sight.

His daughter was speaking to him with that tone, even putting “Dad” at the end. How could he be the bad guy now?

When that brat woke up, he’d still have to give him a good punch to the nose!

Don’t think just because you share a name with that Blood-Clad Sword God or because you’re injured, you can act recklessly!

Grumbling under his breath, Jiang Ruhua left and quietly sat in the tavern below.

“I have to admit, that brat and the Blood-Clad Sword God have a weird connection. They’re both named Qi Yuan, and they both wear blood-red robes,” Jiang Ruhua muttered, sipping his wine.

Of course, he never suspected that the Qi Yuan in front of him could actually be the Blood-Clad Sword God fighting the Great Calamity. He had never even entertained the thought.

First, the Blood-Clad Sword God seemed too far removed from his world. Second, how could a being of such stature have possibly sat on a flying boat, listening to him boast?

After all, in Jiang Ruhua’s mind, such an exalted existence would spend millennia cultivating in seclusion, drinking celestial dew.

Feelings like love and attachment? Such things must have long since been severed.

Could his daughter, with her limited skills, possibly catch the eye of the Blood-Clad Sword God?

“Sigh, daughters are impossible to keep close once they’re grown.” Jiang Ruhua muttered to himself, drinking alone.

As he continued drinking, he began to feel that something wasn’t right.

For some reason, more and more cultivators were quietly gathering in the tavern.

Why cultivators?

Because every one of them arrived soundlessly, making no noise at all.

After they sat down, none of the cultivators spoke. They merely pulled out their own bottles of wine and started drinking slowly.

Jiang Ruhua hadn’t even noticed their presence, despite being a Nascent Soul True Lord.

He couldn’t help but be amazed. “Feng Tianyu really lives up to its reputation as a great region. You just casually bump into so many experts.”

He kept drinking but refrained from making any noise, as he had in the past.

That was because every cultivator in the tavern was drinking in complete silence, not making a sound.

It made Jiang Ruhua feel a bit embarrassed and ashamed.

He decided that when he got home, he’d write a book titled “Jiang Ruhua’s Travels in Feng Tianyu,” documenting the high quality of the cultivators here.

Yes, the tavern had no waiters, and many high-level cultivators gathered to drink without making the slightest noise.

Their manners were truly exemplary.

Just then, two men and a woman walked over to Jiang Ruhua’s table.

The leader of the group transmitted a message directly to his mind, “Brother, may we sit here with you?”

As he spoke, he glanced around the tavern.

Jiang Ruhua followed his gaze and was instantly stunned.

When did this place get so crowded?

Was the business in Feng Tianyu this good? Maybe he should expand the Jiang family business here as well.

“Of course,” Jiang Ruhua quickly responded via voice transmission.

The cultivators here were so well-mannered that he dared not raise his voice. He could only communicate with them through sound transmission.

Wang Lingtong heard the reply and took a seat with Wang Lingshan and the other man.

At that moment, the three of them wore expressions of worry.

“Cultivators in big cities really do have such good manners,” Jiang Ruhua transmitted, his voice full of awe.

Wang Lingtong’s eyes showed a hint of concern as he replied, “Brother, you’re the one who’s carefree and living at ease.”

“Carefree, my ass!” Jiang Ruhua’s temper flared at the words. “Do you know my daughter’s been whisked away by some brat? Today, she even got mad at me because of him. It’s driving me crazy!”

Wang Lingtong was momentarily stunned.

Weren’t all the cultivators here gathered to pay their respects to the Blood-Clad Sword God?

Why was this man still going on about family troubles?

“A married daughter is like water spilled,” he muttered, trying to offer some comfort.

“Hmph, I traveled all the way from the Eastern Lands just to deal with this. When that kid wakes up, I’m going to give him a good punch to the nose, or else I won’t let it go!” Jiang Ruhua’s voice was full of grievances.

As a great battle raged in the heavens and all cultivators feared for their lives, Jiang Ruhua’s only concern was his daughter and his family affairs.

But halfway through his journey, he still ended up in Feng Tianyu.

Wang Lingtong was left speechless.

He wanted to tell him, “Brother, we’re here to see the Blood-Clad Sword God. Let’s not get distracted by personal matters.”

Still, he offered words of support, “Yes, give him a punch if he deserves it!”

“Exactly! But it’s a shame the brat’s a bit stronger than me, just one realm above. If he hits me back, it’ll be embarrassing,” Jiang Ruhua muttered, his anger turning to a boast.

It was as though he were saying, “See, my son-in-law is actually pretty impressive.”

“Strength doesn’t matter. What kind of son-in-law would dare strike his father-in-law? If he dares lay a hand on you, I’ll step in to help!” Wang Lingtong said casually.

“You’re right! People from big cities really know how to reason things out. If this were back in my hometown, a gathering of high-level cultivators like this would have already descended into chaos and fighting,” Jiang Ruhua said, casting a glance at the well-behaved cultivators around him.

Wang Lingtong could only shake his head internally.

“Brother, you’re really clueless, aren’t you?”

The Blood-Clad Sword God was up there right now, and not a single cultivator here would dare speak out of turn.

Didn’t you notice the two Great Lords sitting nearby, sworn enemies for tens of thousands of years, putting their feud aside just to be here?

Wang Lingtong fell silent, choosing to wait in peace.

After what seemed like an eternity, Jiang Ruhua’s eyes suddenly brightened.

“Brother, that’s my son-in-law up there. I’m going to go have a word with him. If he dares hit me, you’ve got to back me up!” Jiang Ruhua said, a little tipsy from the wine.

He wasn’t actually planning to hit Qi Yuan—after all, that would be a public embarrassment for his family.

But a good scolding? That was unavoidable.

Wang Lingtong was stunned, his mind reeling.

Wait, what?

Your son-in-law is upstairs?

“Brother... senior, what’s your son-in-law’s name?” Wang Lingtong asked, his heart pounding with apprehension.