Chapter 109: The Hundred-Day Plan to Destroy the Bright Palace

Chapter 109: The Plan to Destroy the Bright Palace in a Hundred Days

“Guardian, Guardian!”

Beneath the city wall, that cultivator sprinted forward, his face brimming with excitement.

Dong Long gazed across the vast desert; the news arriving from afar only stirred a faint ripple in his heart.

He was pondering how the forces of Galan City should deal with Wu Tong.

Wu Tong’s subordinates, the Nation Guardians, numbered nearly a hundred.

With such terrifying strength, Galan City would struggle to cope.

If only the Guardian of Wugui City had slain some Nation Guardians before departing.

After about a dozen breaths, as if sensing that the cultivator dispatched to Wugui City had ascended the wall, he asked slowly, “Did the Guardian of Wugui City kill any Nation Guardians?”

The cultivator who had intended to report could only swallow the words he had prepared. He said excitedly, “He did!”

Dong Long was not surprised upon hearing this.

Given the strength of Wugui City’s Guardian, killing a few Nation Guardians was no great feat.

“He killed…” Dong Long was about to ask how many, but then thought it would make him seem too calculating. So he asked, “Did the Guardian of Wugui City flee Wugui City?”

The cultivator blinked upon hearing this.

He felt that today’s Guardian was far too slow, always asking strange questions—couldn’t he just let him deliver the report properly?

But since the other held higher rank, he dared not be abrupt.

“He did not flee!” the cultivator answered truthfully.

The Guardian of Wugui City had not fled at all; he was still sitting properly within the city walls!

“What?” Dong Long’s heart jolted at the news, and tears nearly spilled from his eyes. “The Guardian of Wugui City… actually fought to the death and did not flee?”

The garrison soldiers present all felt a surge of solemn grief; some roared at the sky, others clenched their fists.

“Wugui City may fall, but its Guardian will live forever in our hearts!”

“No matter how strong Wu Tong is, he will have to step over my corpse!”

Damn it! The messenger cultivator, hearing this, wanted to slap Dong Long, but he dared not.

Still, he mustered his courage and spoke of the great matter: “Everyone, please listen to me—the Guardian of Wugui City is not dead!”

At these words, everyone present froze.

The gazes of a dozen Nation Guardians fell upon this cultivator, and he felt immense pressure.

“The Guardian of Wugui City isn’t dead? Did he surrender then?”

“How despicable!”

The cultivator looked at these lofty figures, utterly exasperated inside: “Could you all… just stop talking and let me speak?”

Silence.

Silence.

A heavy silence fell over the scene.

Seeing this, Dong Long’s eyes grew calm: “Everyone, calm down. Let him speak.”

The cultivator breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

He quickly began to speak.

“The Guardian of Wugui City not only did not die, but he also single-handedly fought against Wu Tong’s army of ten thousand demonic fiends!

With one man and one sword, he annihilated Wu Tong’s demonic horde. Wu Tong fell in battle—no, not a single one of the demonic fiends or the demon controllers who came survived!” The cultivator held his breath and then let it all out in a torrent.

After releasing it, he felt immensely relieved, and after that relief, a trace of unease crept in.

At this moment, everyone present fell into utter silence; they could hardly believe their ears.

Dong Long stared at the cultivator, his gaze piercing: “Is everything you said true?”

“In reply to the Guardian, my words contain no falsehood. If I dared to deceive, I would be your father!” The cultivator, having been stifled earlier, spoke boldly now.

He even accidentally misspoke.

But at this moment, in Galan City, no one paid heed to his last sentence.

All faces bore expressions of disbelief.

The Guardian of Wugui City had single-handedly destroyed Wu Tong’s army?

Wu Tong had fallen in battle?

This was like a myth!

Even a terrestrial deity, facing the siege of Wu Tong’s army, would have no path but death.

Yet the Guardian of Wugui City not only survived but slaughtered all his enemies!

Unimaginable, inconceivable, like a dream.

“Haha, Wu Tong is dead!” Dong Long could not help but laugh heartily. “The Guardian of Wugui City is terrifyingly powerful!”

Dong Long laughed, waving his arms and stamping his feet. With a forceful push, he sent half the bricks on the city wall tumbling down, and he himself fell straight off the wall.

A Nation Guardian, laughing with joy, crashed through the wall and fell directly.

The other Nation Guardians present also began to laugh.

Only the messenger cultivator felt a flicker of worry, but seeing everyone else laughing, he joined in.

…

In Wugui City, Qi Yuan sat atop the city wall.

“A strike of Supreme Origin…”

A contemplative look flickered in Qi Yuan’s eyes.

“Has a Supreme taken notice of me… or something else?”

He swept his gaze over Wugui City.

The city was empty, with only Yuan Qi sweeping fallen leaves, and no one else.

“As I am now… I am still too weak when facing a Supreme,” Qi Yuan mused.

Though the enemy had unleashed a strike of Supreme Origin, Qi Yuan had fought many fallen-rank Supremes in the Earth’s Abyss and had mastered some techniques to evade Origin strikes, enough to slay his foe.

But this was not foolproof.

Against a true, undamaged Supreme, his attacks could not harm them.

“Unless I, too, possess my own Origin divine ability.”

That would require leveling up to 120.

He was only level 94 now.

There was still a long way to go before reaching 120.

“Wu Tong is dead, and the land of Yuzhou will be vacant for a time. Seize this chance to sweep through the demonic scourge in Yuzhou.”

Qi Yuan made a quiet decision in his heart.

Now, his strength was enough to protect himself; even if besieged by a massive army of demonic scourge, he felt no fear.

It was also time for him to consider clearing the demonic scourge near Wugui City to boost his power.

Rapidly level up to 120, then proceed to the third enlightenment of the origin.

Qi Yuan did not know how many years had passed since the third enlightenment of the origin for the Golden Canary.

Nor did he know if he would ever see the Golden Canary again, or see Jiupan Mountain.

“If she’s still here, where is she?” Qi Yuan looked up at the vast desert.

……

Seven years passed in the blink of an eye.

The land of Yuzhou had undergone earth-shaking changes.

The guardian of Wugui City, like a phantom deity, often plunged into the ranks of the demonic scourge.

Every few days, tens of thousands of demonic scourge fell at the hands of that guardian of Wugui City.

Cultivators from the other cities in Yuzhou, from time to time, claimed to have seen a terrifying blood-red giant shadow in the desert, slaughtering the demonic scourge armies.

Even from afar, it inspired awe.

That guardian of Wugui City, like an undying demon god, tireless and invulnerable, had utterly annihilated the demonic scourge in Yuzhou.

Galan City had not seen a demonic scourge attack for a year.

During the last attack, the defenders of Galan City, who had been ready to stretch their limbs, had not even acted before a sword flew from beyond the heavens, slaying all the demonic scourge.

At this moment, outside Wugui City, the blood-red terrifying figure had already reached twelve zhang in height.

Qi Yuan stood in the yellow sand, his whole body exuding a dense aura of malice.

If the people of the Bright Palace saw Qi Yuan, they would surely kill him as a demonic cultivator.

Now, Qi Yuan drew his broken sword and thrust it into the yellow sand.

He lowered his head to glance at Yuan Qi and said slowly, “I will leave Wugui City—at the shortest, a few months; at the longest, a hundred years.”

Having made all preparations, Qi Yuan was about to log off and take a look.

Hearing this, Yuan Qi’s heart tightened. He almost gritted his teeth and trembled as he said, “I will guard Wugui City for you, my lord!”

The closer he was to Qi Yuan, the greater the fear in his heart.

Especially whenever Qi Yuan slew the demonic scourge, he felt he was facing not a cultivator but a demonic entity.

Over the years, Yuan Qi had watched Qi Yuan grow stronger step by step.

He guessed in his heart that Qi Yuan must be cultivating some secret art to enhance his strength, becoming this way to slay the demonic scourge.

The guardian lord had sacrificed too much for Wugui City; others feared him—how could he be afraid?

All these years, he had stayed in Wugui City, seeing what Qi Yuan faced.

One man guarding a city—how gallant? Yet also so, so weary.

“This sword can slay the demonic scourge. If too many attack, I will sense it.

If NPCs from other cities come, tell them not to approach, lest they be harmed by mistake,” Qi Yuan added another instruction.

Now that the surrounding demonic scourge had been cleared, Wugui City would have no demonic armies for a short time.

It was time for him to log off.

After all, the mental exhaustion from the game still lingered.

“As you command!” Yuan Qi was like a loyal servant.

This once spirited young general had now entered middle age, with the winds and frost carving mottled traces on his face.

Having spoken, Qi Yuan’s form vanished.

He carried Xiao Jia, found a remote, uninhabited place, dug a pit, and, as before, buried himself with Xiao Jia.

“Bad luck!”

“So many bones—those must be from Wu Tong’s men, right?”

“No good—from now on, I must grind bones to ashes when I kill; otherwise, digging another pit and bumping into their bones would be too awkward!”

“A cursed fate!”

…… In the Divine Radiance Sect, Qi Yuan awoke from the game.

One day in the world, ten years in the game.

He had slaughtered far and wide in the game, yet only two days had passed in reality.

“Foundation Establishment mid-stage?” Sensing his cultivation, Qi Yuan was delighted.

“Indeed, leveling up in the game is faster; if I cultivated step by step in the real world, it would take at least a few years.”

Qi Yuan was quite smug.

“Now, I should be able to instantly kill a Divine Infant mid-stage, right?”

Feeling his strength, Qi Yuan was rather satisfied.

But… when he thought of the Hundred Nations Blood War orchestrated by the Bright Palace, he still felt immense pressure.

“Damn Bright Palace—they have a broken Yin Spirit artifact that can unleash a Yin Spirit’s strike.

Me now… I’m still too far from the Yin Spirit stage, aren’t I?”

Qi Yuan’s combat power could now instantly kill a Divine Infant mid-stage, and he feared no Divine Infant late-stage.

But against the Purple Mansion, he was still far too weak.

Not to mention the Yin Spirit above that.

“Senior Brother, you’re awake?”

Just then, Jiang Lingsu’s ethereal voice came.

“Mm, what is it, Junior Sister?” Qi Yuan cast a cleansing spell on himself and walked out of his wooden hut.

Jiang Lingsu came from her own hut, her jade-white, flawless face tinged with a hint of melancholy.

Clad in a long skirt of emerald green embroidered with orchids, perhaps because she was walking in haste, her trembling, snow-white, rounded curves bounced several times; even the deliberately looser skirt could not hide her lithe figure.

The moment he saw his junior sister, a fleeting, inappropriate image flashed through Qi Yuan’s mind—a scene from the game, conjured under the influence of the tainted source.

He looked at Jiang Lingsu’s thighs, covered by the long skirt, not even her pale ankles visible.

He had never seen his junior sister’s thighs; the images that surfaced in his mind from the game must all be false.

“Senior Brother, what’s wrong?” Jiang Lingsu asked, seeming to notice Qi Yuan’s oddity.

“Nothing. Junior Sister, you came to me in haste—has something major happened?” Qi Yuan inquired, casting aside the strange images in his mind.

“It counts as a major matter, yet it doesn’t.”

Just two days ago, someone from the Radiant Palace came and caused a great uproar at the coronation ceremony of Dongxian.

That Divine Infant declared that within seven days, Great Shang must hand over you, Senior Brother, and Kang Fulu.

Otherwise, in the Hundred Nations Blood War, Great Shang would be branded by the Radiant Palace as a demonic faction!

Once branded as a demonic faction, they would be besieged by other nations led by the Radiant Palace, and even if their cities were sacked and their people slaughtered, no one would condemn it!” Jiang Lingsu spoke, her voice tinged with anger.

“Great Shang didn’t hand me over, did they?” Qi Yuan seized on the key point.

Jiang Lingsu shot Qi Yuan a glance, full of charm: “Senior Brother, what are you thinking? Great Shang belongs to our Divine Radiance Sect—how could they possibly hand you over?”

These tidings, the Radiant Palace might know, or might not, but they cared not at all.

After all, this was the arrogance of the Radiant Palace.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, yet he was still deeply worried: “So, does that mean the Radiant Palace has already written my name down in their little book?”

They had even named him specifically, demanding Great Shang hand him over.

“Mm.” Jiang Lingsu licked her lips. “Senior Brother, are you afraid? If you are, why not go up the mountain and beg Master? I think, with our master’s strength, perhaps they could settle the Radiant Palace.”

Jiang Lingsu still wanted to know if Ruan Yixi was the person she was looking for.

Or perhaps, someone else.

Qi Yuan looked up at the Seven-Colored Peak, where palaces and towers were hidden in the mist, impossible to see clearly.

“I too long deeply for Master, but I cannot ascend the mountain!” Qi Yuan said helplessly. Yet, thinking of the Radiant Palace, he ground his teeth. “This Radiant Palace is truly detestable. I, in my magnanimity, have not yet written them in my little book, but they have gone and written me down first.

No, I must write them in my little book too, to ponder day and night and remember this disgrace!”

As he spoke, Qi Yuan actually pulled a notebook from his storage pouch and wrote down the Radiant Palace.

Jiang Lingsu was already used to this: “Writing it down is useless; you can’t curse them to death with it.

Alas, Senior Brother, let me tell you a little rumor. Great Shang has our Divine Radiance Sect behind it, so naturally they won’t hand over you and Senior Brother Kang Fulu. But besides the Divine Radiance Sect, Great Shang has other sects.

Their thoughts are different from ours.

I’ve heard… in the last couple of days, some cultivators from the Demon Desire Sect went to collude with that Divine Infant cultivator from the Radiant Palace. You need to be careful.”

“The Demon Desire Sect, with their honest faces, want to betray us too?” Qi Yuan was startled.

He remembered well that the sect master was a spy for the Demon Desire Sect.

Thinking of this, he felt it was not safe to stay on the mountain.

What if someone sold him out?

He would not entrust his own safety to the mercy of others.

Qi Yuan was very anxious, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, and he felt he had grown a brain: “Junior Sister, what if I killed that envoy from the Radiant Palace? Would Great Shang then not hand me over?”

“Don’t do anything rash! That envoy from the Radiant Palace is a cultivator at the early Divine Infant stage, one who wields divine abilities!

He is not someone you, a mere Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, can deal with.” Jiang Lingsu deliberately stressed the words “Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment.”

“Don’t worry about that—just tell me, does what I said make sense?”

Jiang Lingsu thought for a moment and felt it did make sense.

If the Radiant Palace’s envoy were killed, who would care whether you handed over Qi Yuan and Kang Fulu?

But who would do such a thing for no reason?

This train of thought was far too abnormal.

It was like… like… Jiang Lingsu felt her own train of thought could not keep up; she could not describe it.

“It makes sense, but it would thoroughly offend the Radiant Palace,” Jiang Lingsu said.

“Mm, as long as it makes sense.” Qi Yuan murmured, took his leave of his junior sister, and returned to his wooden hut.

His expression was grave, looking as if he bore a deep grudge.

The Radiant Palace had placed too much pressure on him.

He was plotting a countermeasure, devising a perfect plan.

After about a quarter of an hour, a grand plan finally took shape.

Qi Yuan was very pleased.

He entered the Divine Flower Society’s chat group and uploaded his plan.

“Everyone, to counter the threat of the Radiant Palace, I have devised a grand plan. You are all great masters—help me see if there’s anything to improve, or just sponsor me a little.”

Soon, someone in the group spoke.

The first to speak was, as always, the most active Rogue Immortal Venerable.

“Origin Heavenly Venerable lives up to his name—now he’s thinking of destroying the Radiant Palace!

Let me take a look at this plan.”

Rogue Immortal Venerable opened what Qi Yuan had uploaded.

A few large characters met his eyes.

“The Hundred-Day Plan to Destroy the Radiant Palace”

Simple and straightforward.

Rogue Immortal Venerable was a bit stunned seeing this.

But he still opened it.

When he saw the text inside, he completely lost his composure.

Day One: Ambush and kill the early Divine Infant envoy of the Radiant Palace! Completion difficulty: One star.

Day Two to Day Four: Perfect the cultivation technique from mid Foundation Establishment to late Foundation Establishment. Completion difficulty: Two stars.

Day Five to Day Seven: Cultivate from mid Foundation Establishment to late Foundation Establishment. Completion difficulty: One star.

Day Eight to Day Twenty: Form at least an immortal-grade golden core. Completion difficulty: Three stars.

…

“Ahem… Origin Heavenly Venerable, your plan is quite… unique.” Rogue Immortal Venerable could find no suitable adjective.

Damn!

Does he think breaking through is as easy as drinking water?

Crossing a realm in a few days?

Even if the Heavenly Dao were your father, it wouldn’t work!

And forming at least an immortal-grade golden core—too exaggerated.

“I have been brewing this plan for a long time. I even refined the details and added completion difficulties—it’s flawless,” Qi Yuan said proudly.

Upon hearing this, Rogue Immortal Venerable did not want to speak.

This is what you call flawless?

Just adding a completion difficulty?

He really wanted to say, this was pure fantasy!

Just then, the Iceberg Dominatrix also popped up in the group chat.

“Wow, let me see what the Origin Heavenly Venerable’s plan looks like!”

The Rogue Immortal Venerable felt a secret thrill at the Iceberg Dominatrix’s appearance; he couldn’t criticize the Origin Heavenly Venerable himself, but once she saw the plan, she would surely scoff at it.

After a dozen breaths, the Iceberg Dominatrix reappeared in the exchange: “This Hundred-Day Plan is written simply and directly, with clear goals and grand ambition—I think it works!

What I admire most is that the Origin Heavenly Venerable thoughtfully added what to do each period and the difficulty level—such attention to detail!”

“That’s also what I’m most proud of.” Praised for his most painstaking effort, Qi Yuan felt smug.

His shining point had finally been noticed.

Rogue Immortal Venerable: “…”

“Does anyone have any plans to support me? After I destroy the Bright Palace, I will repay you greatly!

Especially cultivation techniques—I want to perfect my technique up to the late Foundation Establishment stage, or even Core Formation!” Qi Yuan began crowdfunding in the group.

“Origin Heavenly Venerable, I am willing to support one… spirit stone,” the Rogue Immortal Venerable said weakly.

“I have plenty of techniques. I just killed a few brats and got five Profound-grade techniques, even one of high Profound-grade—I’ll pass them to you,” the Iceberg Dominatrix declared domineeringly.

Upon hearing her words, Qi Yuan nearly wept with gratitude.

This world still had many good people!

Thanks to ←God Without Tears for the thousand rewards, and thanks to the big shot for the several donations!

(End of chapter)