Chapter 141: Smurf Accounts Mobilized

Chapter 141: The Alternate Identity Emerges

The Bright Palace.

A flicker of killing intent flashed deep in the red-bearded elder’s eyes: “Good, good, good. A Purple Mansion has emerged from the Hundred Kingdoms—truly a grand blessing.”

Within the jade-white palace, the eyes of three Purple Mansion cultivators and dozens of Divine Infant cultivators also blazed with murderous intent.

“A mere patch of a hundred kingdoms, lucky to produce a single Purple Mansion, and now it dares to defy heaven and earth, declaring war on our Bright Palace—what a colossal joke!” Black Rope, a Purple Mansion grand cultivator known for his fiery temper, growled.

This time, the three of them were overseeing the great game of the Hundred Kingdoms Blood War.

Now, provoked by a minor kingdom’s cultivator who had barely broken through to Purple Mansion, how could they not be enraged?

The Bright Palace boasted dozens of Purple Mansion grand cultivators, as well as a broken Yin Spirit artifact like the Imperial Ultimate Dragon-Cap Crown.

One could say that unless a Yin Spirit appeared, who could stand against them?

A mere Purple Mansion, challenging the Bright Palace alone—

He had already courted death!

“This Blood-Robed Sword God is far too arrogant. His clan should be in the Chen Kingdom. Should we send men to seize them and force him to show himself?” At that moment, a Divine Infant cultivator spoke, offering a plan.

“That won’t do. After all, the Bright Palace is the righteous leader of Cuiyun Continent. How could we stoop to such a deed? It would be a loss of face.

More importantly, the Earth Sword Marquis’s clan has long since perished,” another Divine Infant cultivator interjected.

The Divine Infant cultivators present fell silent upon hearing this.

They had already torn all pretense and begun the Hundred Kingdoms Blood War—yet they still spoke of face.

“A single Purple Mansion is not worth making a mountain out of a molehill.

If he dares to come in a few days, we’ll ensure he never returns,” said Qian Yuan, the leading Purple Mansion grand cultivator.

He was a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator, holding no low rank within the Bright Palace.

Moreover, his disciple possessed extraordinary talent, ranking high on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List, and was highly likely to step into the Purple Mansion realm.

He was overseeing the Hundred Kingdoms Blood War this time merely to gild his resume.

In the future, if the Bright Palace were to add another Palace Lord, his name would surely be on the list.

Once he spoke, the others in the hall ceased their discussion.

The Blood-Robed Sword God posed a grave threat to Divine Infant cultivators like them.

Even ordinary Purple Mansion grand cultivators would need to treat him seriously.

But to a Purple Mansion cultivator like Qian Yuan, he was nothing.

“I still have a guest to receive. Each of you, attend to your duties.” Qian Yuan waved his hand, and the Purple Mansion and Divine Infant cultivators in the hall all departed.

At that moment, outside the great hall, an old man in a purple robe stood fraught with worry, his eyes clouded with sorrow.

The old man was named Xu Yeli, the Supreme Elder of the Seven Words Sect, and its sole Purple Mansion grand cultivator.

To outsiders, a Purple Mansion grand cultivator might seem lofty, overlooking the world from on high.

But Xu Yeli lived in constant frustration.

Because of… the Bright Palace.

“Senior Xu, Elder Qian Yuan awaits you in the great hall,” a Divine Infant cultivator said, emerging from the hall.

Xu Yeli, as a Purple Mansion grand cultivator, let his expression shift and morph into a smile.

“I shall go see Brother Qian Yuan at once.”

With these words, Xu Yeli walked toward the palace ahead.

A few breaths later, Xu Yeli entered the hall. Gazing at the imposing man on the high seat, he spoke with a hint of deference: “May I ask why Brother Qian Yuan has summoned me?”

Qian Yuan sat on a white jade chair, his features dignified, his eyes deep as stars: “It has been some time since I last saw you, fellow Daoist. With nothing pressing, I thought we might gather.”

What Qian Yuan called a gathering was a single decree that had forced Xu Yeli out of seclusion and brought him all the way to the distant Bright Palace.

Was this any way to gather?

Xu Yeli harbored resentment but dared not show it: “It has indeed been some time.”

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Qian Yuan got to the point.

“Fellow Daoist, are you aware that the Eastern Lands Prodigy Battle has been moved up?”

“I have heard a little,” Xu Yeli replied, a foreboding feeling rising in his heart.

The Seven Words Sect was small and poor, with only one Purple Mansion cultivator.

Yet the sect’s Holy Son, Xu Yeli’s disciple Xu Tongchen, ranked among the top thirty on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List.

Xu Tongchen’s talent was extraordinary. When he formed his golden core, he had awakened the Solar True Fire!

When he unleashed his golden core, the Solar True Fire consumed all, leaving none able to oppose him.

Even the divine abilities of Divine Infant cultivators could not block the Solar True Fire.

Throughout Cuiyun Continent, a saying had long circulated:

The Seven Words Sect had held Xu Tongchen back.

Had Xu Tongchen been born in the Bright Palace, he would not merely be in the top thirty of the Eastern Lands Prodigy List—he could have ranked among the top ten!

Once, a Bright Palace Palace Lord had personally come to the Seven Words Sect, wishing to take Xu Tongchen as a disciple.

Xu Tongchen, mindful of his master’s kindness, had refused the Bright Palace Lord.

Thus, the Seven Words Sect had incurred the Bright Palace’s enmity.

“Xu Tongchen’s talent is truly enviable,” Qian Yuan could not help but sigh.

Xu Yeli’s heart tightened, and he quickly said, “Huang Tu ranks twenty-seventh on the Prodigy List, while Tongchen is twenty-ninth—still a step behind your disciple, Brother.”

He feared Qian Yuan would once again set his sights on his disciple.

Huang Tu was Qian Yuan’s disciple and the highest-ranked prodigy from Cuiyun Continent on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List.

“Only twenty-seventh—nothing compared to your disciple’s fearsome talent,” Qian Yuan said, his voice dropping lower. “You should know, fellow Daoist, that with the Eastern Lands Prodigy Battle moved up, entering the top twenty will bring great fortune.”

The foreboding in Xu Yeli’s heart grew stronger.

Then he heard Qian Yuan continue: “The Seven Words Sect and the Bright Palace both hail from Cuiyun Continent; we ought to support each other.

This time, the Bright Palace must secure one of the top twenty spots.

I must trouble you, fellow Daoist, to speak with your disciple Xu Tongchen. When the Eastern Lands Prodigy Battle begins, let him remember the bond of shared origin from Cuiyun Continent and give Huang Tu ample assistance.”

At that moment, Qian Yuan revealed his true intent.

Xu Yeli’s expression turned grim.

Assistance?

Merely a polite euphemism.

Qian Yuan’s meaning was clear.

When the Eastern Lands Prodigy Battle commences, your disciple should not strive for his own ranking—instead, he must help Huang Tu enter the top twenty of the Prodigy List.

No assistance?

Then that would be a breach of goodwill.

“Fellow Daoist Xu, I know this request is somewhat unreasonable.

But I, Qian Yuan, am not an unjust man. Once our Bright Palace completes the Blood War of a Hundred Nations, I shall gift the lands of those hundred nations to your Seven Words Sect. What do you think?

Do not be fooled by the barren appearance of those lands—they are vast, and who knows, perhaps some senior’s hidden cave-dwelling lies within.

Recently, a Blood-Robed Sword God of the Purple Mansion realm has emerged from those very lands.

The Hundred Nations are not without merit.” With these words, Qian Yuan bestowed the Hundred Nations upon Xu Yeli.

Xu Yeli’s face grew somber, and at last he said helplessly, “This matter… I shall follow your lead, Brother Dao.”

A satisfied smile appeared in Qian Yuan’s eyes: “The young are often hot-tempered and prone to acting on impulse. I hope you will counsel your disciples well.”

“Very well.” Suppressing the fury in his heart, Xu Yeli took his leave and departed.

…

At that moment, on Seven-Colored Peak.

Jiang Lingsu finally crept stealthily out of her wooden hut and knocked on the door of Qi Yuan’s brick-and-tile house.

Her demeanor was that of a guilty thief, as if sneaking to a tryst.

“Junior Sister, what brings you here?” Qi Yuan was perfecting his plan to annihilate the Bright Palace.

The alias of the Blood-Robed Sword God had already been revealed.

It was time for the Mad Taoist, the Seven-Desire Demon Lord, and his other personas to make their moves.

Qi Yuan, playing all these roles himself, was orchestrating his scheme.

“Senior Brother, is the Blood-Robed Sword God… one of your alternate accounts?” Jiang Lingsu asked in a hushed voice.

From Sister Ya, she had learned that the Blood-Robed Sword God had used a primal divine ability to massacre the Bright Palace’s Divine Infant cultivators.

She had long seen the posts made by the Blood-Robed Sword God.

The writing style, the aura—they were identical to her senior brother’s.

Last time, he had even borrowed an alternate account from her.

“No,” Qi Yuan shook his head.

This disguise must not be exposed.

“I am merely a minor Yuan Dan cultivator—how could I be a Purple Mansion grandmaster?” Qi Yuan replied.

Jiang Lingsu stared at him, a strange expression on her face.

In truth, even she was startled by such a suspicion.

How could her senior brother possibly be at the Purple Mansion stage?

Even if he were a reincarnated Yin God, he could not have returned to Purple Mansion so quickly.

Seeing her doubtful look, Qi Yuan said smugly, “Your wooden hut is small and shabby, with only one room.

My brick-and-tile house is finished, with several extra side chambers.

Your sister has nowhere to go at night—why not come to my place?

The house is small and unfurnished, but there are a few benches.

If she needs to sleep, she can just tie a few ropes.”

Since becoming a Yuan Dan cultivator, Qi Yuan felt his thoughts growing sharper.

On the surface, he was offering help.

In truth, he was showing off his new house to his junior sister.

“No need,” Jiang Lingsu said, her suspicions evaporating.

According to Sister Ya, that senior was a true demonic cultivator who had slaughtered no fewer than a hundred thousand.

How did her senior brother resemble the Blood-Robed Sword God in the slightest?

Could it be that the Mad Taoist was his real alternate account?

“What a pity about my newly built house,” Qi Yuan sighed. Then, struck by a thought, he asked, “Is Jiang Ya really your sister?”

“Of course,” Jiang Lingsu replied, puzzled by his question.

“Then why is one of you skin and bones, while the other is so plump and round?

She looks malnourished, while you seem overnourished.” Qi Yuan voiced his confusion, his gaze unconsciously drifting to the curves barely concealed beneath Jiang Lingsu’s loose robes.

“…” Jiang Lingsu shot him a glare. A young girl’s mind sometimes works in mysterious ways. “Are you calling me fat?”

Qi Yuan looked at her seriously. “No.”

His junior sister’s figure was just right.

Flesh where it should be, none where it shouldn’t.

If not for her loose robes, and if she were to spin a hula hoop, she would surely draw a crowd.

“Is your sister very poor?”

Jiang Lingsu glared at him. “Poor? She’s far richer than I am.

Her master is the Old Man Wutian, the Lord of the Ascension Pavilion!”

“Does she have many spirit stones?”

“Spirit stones? That’s nothing,” Jiang Lingsu said proudly. “The Ascension Pavilion collects all the world’s techniques. In the thirteen provinces of the Eastern Lands, nearly every famous technique is recorded there.

Even our Divine Light Sect’s *Seven-Colored Refining Flame Art* is in their collection.

You must know of the Lingtian Pavilion—it is closely tied to the Ascension Pavilion, constantly gathering techniques from across the world for them.”

Qi Yuan’s breath quickened, his eyes gleaming. “That wealthy?”

“Mm.” Seeing her senior brother like this, Jiang Lingsu felt a familiar sense of comfort.

“If I were to marry into the family, becoming a live-in son-in-law, would they let me read those techniques?”

“…Senior Brother, what are you thinking?” Jiang Lingsu turned away. “If you lack cultivation methods, come to me—I do have… some.”

Qi Yuan calmed down at her words.

He already had a brick-and-tile house; though he lacked a carriage, he was hardly reduced to becoming a live-in son-in-law, was he?

“Thank you, Junior Sister. But to accept such a favor for nothing, I feel…”

“Here are many techniques—take them and read them quickly.” Jiang Lingsu waved her jade-like hand, and several jade slips fell into Qi Yuan’s grasp. “I just extorted these from Sister Ya. Don’t let it slip.”

With that, she turned and walked back to her wooden hut without looking back.

Qi Yuan clutched the jade slips, moved by her kindness.

He returned to his room and logged into his alternate account.

Thinking back on his junior sister’s questions today, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“The Blood-Robed Sword God persona still fits my cool temperament too well—my junior sister suspected me right away.”

"It's better that the Mad Daoist, who has nothing to do with me, would never think of me."

He looked up at the two suns in the sky.

"Now, it's time for the Mad Daoist and the Seven Lust Demon Lord to make their entrance!"

In the land of a hundred kingdoms, there were still many strongholds of the Bright Palace.

He would have to eliminate them one by one.

"At least they were once my white moonlight, so I'll send them to reunite with their ancestors."

...

Outside Cloud Zhi Mountain, the Wind Rage True Lord and the Strong Flood True Lord arrived together.

The two looked at the great formation within the mountain. Wind Rage True Lord's eyes blazed with fury: "This Six Strings True Lord is quite leisurely, coming here to go into seclusion and cultivate?

I don't think it's seclusion—he's probably fooling around with some female cultivators from Great Shang!"

He was deeply dissatisfied.

His disciple, Broken Wolf, was suspected to have died at the hands of the Divine Radiance Sect.

Instead of pressuring the Divine Radiance Sect, this Six Strings True Lord was here in seclusion.

Wind Rage True Lord naturally harbored resentment.

"Perhaps Six Strings True Lord has reached a critical point in his cultivation," Strong Flood True Lord said, playing the peacemaker.

Wind Rage True Lord suppressed his anger and roared at the formation ahead: "Six Strings True Lord, come see me at once!"

He was a late-stage Divine Infant cultivator, and his father was a Zifu grandmaster—he had the capital to be arrogant.

But after his roar, silence reigned, with no response at all.

Confusion flickered in their eyes.

Could it be... something unexpected had happened?

However, at that moment, a loud laugh rang out from the air.

"The world laughs at me for being too mad; I laugh at the world for not seeing through."

A middle-aged man with a mad expression, clad in a tattered Daoist robe, appeared before Wind Rage True Lord and Strong Flood True Lord.

"Who are you?" Wind Rage True Lord asked, warily eyeing the man.

The man held a kitchen knife in his hand, and looking at Wind Rage True Lord, he said: "I am... the Mad Daoist."

"The Mad Daoist?" Wind Rage True Lord was taken aback, then a sense of foreboding washed over him.

The Divine Flower Society's Mad Daoist?

"How did you suddenly appear here?" Strong Flood True Lord asked, puzzled.

At that moment, the Mad Daoist, wielding the kitchen knife, a mocking smile in his eyes, said: "Why am I here? Shouldn't you be asking yourselves that?

Instead of staying put in your stronghold, you go wandering around, wasting my time."

As he spoke, he charged at Wind Rage True Lord and Strong Flood True Lord with the kitchen knife, like a madman.

Both late-stage Divine Infant cultivators, they now had no desire to fight.

Something was off.

They wanted to leave and reconsider.

But the mad voice followed them like a shadow: "You can leave, but your bodies stay here."

With those words, the kitchen knife traced an arc in the air and landed on Wind Rage True Lord and Strong Flood True Lord.

The two True Lords activated their divine abilities to protect themselves.

Yet the kitchen knife seemed indestructible, impossible to resist.

"Fighting the Bright Palace will be your death!" Wind Rage True Lord roared.

His body could no longer hold up; the kitchen knife cleaved him in two, his spirit and soul scattering.

The same happened to Strong Flood True Lord. Faced with Qi Yuan, late-stage Divine Infant cultivators were like chicks. In fact, even without using his innate divine ability, they had no chance to fight back.

Having slaughtered two Divine Infant cultivators, Qi Yuan waved his hand lightly, and their storage pouches fell into his grasp.

"This Wind Rage barely counts as a white moonlight, but this Strong Flood True Lord is too poor!

And he dares to come to Great Shang like this?

If only there were internet here, I'd post him online and mock him mercilessly." After saying this, Qi Yuan's figure vanished.

His other personas were about to start their actions.

In the Wei Kingdom's imperial court, the harem had already become the Bright Palace's back garden.

Several Divine Infant cultivators spent the night in the imperial bed, enjoying themselves immensely.

Suddenly, a wretched voice rang out in the air.

"Where's my chicken?"

"Where did my chicken go?"

Above the harem's sky, a man in a black robe with disheveled hair appeared, radiating an extremely dangerous aura.

"Who are you?" A Divine Infant cultivator soared out from the harem. "This is a Bright Palace stronghold—there's no chicken of yours here!"

"Chicken... you stole my chicken!" The disheveled man's eyes blazed with anger, his voice trembling. "You damned souls, that was my kin, and you stole it to eat!"

"Are you the Seven Lust Demon Lord?" The Divine Infant cultivator immediately realized that this man must be the Seven Lust Demon Lord of the Divine Flower Society.

"You're devoid of conscience, even stealing and eating a cute little chicken—you'll be struck by lightning!" The disheveled man pointed a finger, as if condemning the Divine Infant cultivator.

The Divine Infant cultivator sneered: "Mad and crazy, you're asking for death!"

He sensed no powerful aura from the man before him.

At this moment, the Wei imperial palace held over ten Divine Infant cultivators.

This Seven Lust Demon Lord coming here was suicide.

Outside the palace, some Divine Infant cultivators of Wei looked at the figure in the sky, helpless expressions on their faces.

"I hope this fellow cultivator... can come out unscathed."

Qi Yuan's eyes burned with fury: "Do too many evil deeds, and heaven's retribution will strike!

Since birth, I've helped others daily, never killing a chicken, never stepping on an ant.

You will be struck by heavenly thunder!"

"Heavenly thunder? There's no such thing in this world anymore. Where did this madman come from?" The Divine Infant cultivator, enraged, charged at Qi Yuan.

At that moment, a golden bun suddenly condensed in Qi Yuan's hand.

As the bun formed, a terrifying aura spread.

He tossed the bun, and it landed before the Divine Infant cultivator.

The Divine Infant cultivator had just sensed a dense metallic aura.

A heavenly thunderbolt, born across the sky, struck directly upon his body.

He tried to resist, but could not withstand it at all.

"No!" He was bewildered, unable to comprehend.

Why had a heavenly thunderbolt suddenly appeared?

Why would the heavenly thunderbolt annihilate him?

Naturally, he did not know that this was a secret technique Qi Yuan had created in the past.

Using the power of golden essence, he condensed it into a single sword.

Wherever the sword was thrown, the thunderbolt would strike.

"It's raining buns."

"Buns stuffed with chicken."

Qi Yuan was like a dragon king in the clouds.

Countless buns fell from the sky like hailstones.

Over the entire Wei Imperial Palace, dark clouds gathered thickly, as if the gods were enraged.

All the cultivators in the imperial capital, at this moment, could not help but look up at the sky.

When they saw the dense mass of heavenly thunderbolts, fear and reverence appeared in their eyes.

Countless thunderbolts, at that very moment, swept across the Wei Imperial Palace.

Every Divine Infant cultivator of the Bright Palace was inevitably stuffed with a bun in their mouth, then welcomed the baptism of thunder.

It could be said that the nine heavens' dark calamities transformed into divine thunder, with awe-inspiring celestial might, guided by buns.

PS: One more chapter, check it tomorrow morning, sorry sorry!

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