Chapter 151: He is Truly Mad, Killing the Yin God Envoy!

Chapter 151: He Has Truly Lost His Mind, Slaying the Envoy of the Yin God!

Hearing the words of the Great Sun Flame Emperor, Qi Yuan felt a warmth in his heart.

“If a Yin God makes a move against me, I will surely invoke the name of Wind Lord.”

His group friends were truly kind.

Unfortunately, he was still too weak, only able to cling to the thighs of the mighty, unable to relieve their burdens.

Ending his chat with the Great Sun Flame Emperor, Qi Yuan switched to the account of the Blood-Robed Sword God.

On this account, there were indeed many new friend requests.

“Is this the Eastern Earth Lord of the Divine Flower Society?

Truly, a big shot is a big shot—they don’t even bother changing their ID.”

He accepted the request from the ID “Divine Flower Society Eastern Earth Lord.”

Before long, a message arrived.

“Fellow Daoist Blood-Robed Sword God, do you have a moment?”

“I do.”

“I never imagined that our Divine Flower Society’s Eastern Earth branch would gain a powerhouse like the Blood-Robed Sword God.” The Eastern Earth Lord began with flattery.

This made Qi Yuan a bit embarrassed, so he asked directly, “What business does the Lord have with me?”

“Can the conflict between you and the Radiant Palace be settled?”

Seeing this, Qi Yuan was displeased.

“The Radiant Palace and I share a blood-deep enmity—it cannot be settled!”

Was this Eastern Earth Lord of the Divine Flower Society here to act as a mediator?

“It’s but a minor grudge; why not let it go, Fellow Daoist?

You are strong, but two fists cannot fight four hands. The Radiant Palace has dozens of Purple Mansion cultivators gathered together, led by three late-stage Purple Mansion cultivators. If you go, you’ll only be throwing your life away.”

The Eastern Earth Lord spoke the truth, and it was also what nearly all Purple Mansion cultivators believed.

At present, regarding the Blood-Robed Sword God’s feud with the Radiant Palace, almost all experts thought it would fizzle out until one side produced a Yin God.

First, the Blood-Robed Sword God was too strong and had no attachments—such a lone wanderer was not something the Radiant Palace could deal with in a short time.

Second, the Radiant Palace was too powerful, and now that it had pulled back, the Blood-Robed Sword God provoking them at their doorstep was simply courting death.

“I’ve already posted that I’ll annihilate the Radiant Palace’s entire sect. If I don’t follow through now, wouldn’t that be a huge blow to my face?” Qi Yuan replied matter-of-factly.

This answer left the Eastern Earth Lord at a loss for words.

“If you’re willing to reconcile, the three Palace Lords of the Radiant Palace will personally apologize to you.

The Radiant Palace will also offer… several cultivation techniques and treasures.” The Eastern Earth Lord continued, “The specific compensation details will need to be discussed between you and the Radiant Palace’s people.

Ten days from now, at the Flying Immortal Tower, the Radiant Palace will hold a Hundred Immortals Banquet to apologize to you. At that time, you can send a clone to discuss the specifics of compensation with the Radiant Palace Lords.”

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was amused.

Was this still the arrogant and unyielding Radiant Palace he had once known?

“I still prefer their original arrogant and unyielding demeanor.”

An arrogant, aloof, lofty white moonlight—wasn’t that more thrilling to conquer?

“If they want to talk to me, let them first stop the Hundred Kingdoms Blood War, and then have every Purple Mansion cultivator commit suicide.” Qi Yuan made an outrageous demand.

The Eastern Earth Lord fell silent.

Was this called negotiation?

“Blood-Robed Sword God, are you truly unwilling to meet and talk?” The Eastern Earth Lord’s tone carried some helplessness.

“Was my demand too excessive?

If they won’t even commit suicide, they have no sincerity at all—why the hell should I reconcile?”

“A meeting? Forget the Flying Immortal Tower.

Seven days from now, I’ll personally go to the Radiant Palace headquarters. Tell them to wash their necks and wait.” Qi Yuan said boldly.

With that, he entered the Divine Flower Society forum and posted a thread.

*“Seven days from now, I, the Blood-Robed Sword God, representing justice, will raze the Radiant Palace to the ground!”*

This time, the destruction of the Radiant Palace had gained much support.

Qi Yuan had finally issued a death notice.

After posting, Qi Yuan felt refreshed.

“Now the Radiant Palace should all be holed up in their headquarters—perfect for a single decisive strike.”

Soon after the post was made, many comments appeared.

“Is the senior serious?”

“Witnessing history!”

“The senior is mighty; I’ve long disliked the Radiant Palace.”

“Senior, maybe you should reconsider?”

Looking at the comments below, Qi Yuan’s battle spirit soared.

“Indeed, the people are with me, and righteousness is on my side.”

But when he saw some pessimistic replies listing the Radiant Palace’s strength and arguing that the Blood-Robed Sword God could never destroy them, Qi Yuan’s expression darkened.

“Why can’t I mute them?”

“Though what they say has some reason, it still pisses me off.”

At that moment, Qi Yuan realized that if he were an emperor, he would surely be a tyrant, unable to tolerate any lengthy, well-meaning advice.

After a moment’s thought, Qi Yuan replied to his loyal fan, Fox Den Xiaoli.

“For this destruction of the Radiant Palace, count it as your contribution.”

In a distant land, Fox Den Xiaoli was dumbfounded.

“Senior, I was just cheering you on—don’t drag me into this!”

Though her location was far, far from the Radiant Palace, gaining an extra enemy for no reason was never a good thing.

…

With the post released, the entire Cuiyun Prefecture was shaken.

Now, in all the taverns, inns, brothels, and painted boats of Cuiyun Prefecture, the most discussed topic was the final battle between the Radiant Palace and the Blood-Robed Sword God.

Because the Blood-Robed Sword God had declared that in seven days, he would raze the Radiant Palace—this caught many by surprise.

None could understand why the Blood-Robed Sword God dared to do such a thing.

Even the number one cultivator below the Yin God level in the Eastern Lands, the Ascension Pavilion Master, Old Man Wutian, would not claim he could destroy the Radiant Palace.

How dare the Blood-Robed Sword God?

The low-level cultivators mostly voiced support for the Blood-Robed Sword God, yet none believed he would triumph.

After all, even if the Blood-Robed Sword God had slain nine Zifu of the Brightness Palace, the palace still boasted over fifty Zifu, including three at the late Zifu stage.

Add to that ten thousand years of accumulated heritage—what could the Blood-Robed Sword God possibly fight with?

At that moment, Qi Yuan emerged from his cave dwelling, intending to bask in the sun.

A voice then reached his ears.

“This Blood-Robed Sword God and Junior Brother Qi Yuan must both be cultivators of the Obsession lineage; otherwise, there’s no explaining how a Zifu grandmaster could vow to personally visit the Brightness Palace and raze the Lofty Sky to the ground!” The speaker was none other than Kang Fulu.

Jiang Ya stood nearby, her brows tightly knit, as if lost in thought.

Hearing Kang Fulu’s words, Qi Yuan grew displeased: “Senior Brother, is it possible that the Blood-Robed Sword God unleashes his divine might and annihilates the Brightness Palace?”

“Impossible!” Kang Fulu shook his head.

Jiang Ya then spoke: “Master once said that the Brightness Palace possesses a foundation at the Yin God level… Even he could do nothing against the Brightness Palace.

The Blood-Robed Sword God… it’s difficult.

The waters run deep here; I don’t know how it will end.

But the outcome of this matter has nothing to do with us; we should focus on the Eastern Land Prodigy Ranking.”

Hearing this, Kang Fulu’s expression turned serious.

The Eastern Land Prodigy Ranking, opening in half a month, was the true priority.

The task entrusted by the Sect Master of the Divine Radiance Sect, his father-in-law, was something he still had to strive to accomplish.

Qi Yuan continued basking in the sun, murmuring: “No wonder the Brightness Palace has lorded it over all for millennia, evergreen through the ages—because everyone in the world fears the Yin God.

But I am not afraid. I have the Heavenly Dao Foundation, the Stellar Golden Core, and even the Wind Lord. A mere Yin God—what is it to me?”

After sunning himself for a while, Qi Yuan felt bored; it was time to return and continue revising his techniques.

The progress of the *Qi Yuan Sutra* still needed advancing.

Looking at Xiao Jia, who was obediently eating blood crystals beside him, Qi Yuan couldn’t help asking: “Do you think I can destroy the Brightness Palace?”

Xiao Jia stopped her movements, her sleeve tugging at Qi Yuan’s hand, and nodded vigorously.

A smile immediately spread across Qi Yuan’s face as he wrapped an arm around Xiao Jia’s slender waist.

“Indeed, Xiao Jia, you alone have discerning eyes!”

The slight irritation Qi Yuan had felt earlier vanished.

Seven days later.

Amidst the endless mountain ranges, Qi Yuan wore a blood-red robe, a sword strapped to his back.

The blade was wreathed in endless blood energy.

Xu Yeli, clad in a black robe, held a suona in his hands, his face marked by a nervous expression.

When the Blood-Robed Sword God vowed to destroy the Brightness Palace, Xu Yeli had been shocked upon hearing it.

Though he had heard the Blood-Robed Sword God swear to annihilate the Brightness Palace before, he had never taken it seriously.

But this time… was it for real?

“What a pity—only you will play music for me when I destroy the Brightness Palace,” Qi Yuan said, looking at Xu Yeli with a regretful expression.

Without three hundred sovereigns playing music, he always felt something was missing.

Hearing this, Xu Yeli’s heart grew uneasy.

Still thinking about music at a time like this—this Blood-Robed Sword God was truly a divine being!

“Senior, when do we set out?” Xu Yeli’s heart was conflicted.

To be honest, he felt a trace of fear.

This time was different from before; they were heading to the Brightness Palace’s headquarters.

If the Blood-Robed Sword God fell, he would surely die.

“The two of us are ready; we set out now.”

With that, Qi Yuan soared into the sky.

Xu Yeli gritted his teeth and hurriedly followed, flying toward the Brightness Palace.

At that moment, across the myriad immortal mountains and countless cities, countless eyes were fixed on the Brightness Palace’s headquarters.

When they saw the streak of blood-red light in the sky, everyone was taken aback.

“The Blood-Robed Sword God has come.”

“He actually dared to go!”

“Alas, no matter the outcome, this battle will be remembered for ages.” “I hope the Blood-Robed Sword God kills more of the Brightness Palace’s Zifu before he dies.”

“Don’t get too close, lest you be caught in the crossfire.”

But at that moment, Qi Yuan, high in the sky, halted.

For directly ahead, a celestial carriage blocked his path.

The carriage was drawn by six Purple Lightning Mad Lions at the Divine Infant realm, imposing in its majesty.

From within the carriage, a haughty voice rang out.

“Are you the Blood-Robed Sword God?”

“I am.” Qi Yuan’s expression was cold; being blocked soured his mood.

“The Yin God has decreed: the enmity between the Brightness Palace and the Blood-Robed Sword God ends here.” The carriage’s curtain was drawn aside, a snow-white arm extended, and a golden divine decree appeared before Qi Yuan.

On the decree was carved a large character “God,” exuding a terrifying aura.

Whoever saw that “God” character, whether Divine Infant or Zifu, felt an invincible sensation arise in their minds.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan laughed: “Which Yin God?”

Within the carriage, the woman in the palace dress frowned, displeased with Qi Yuan’s tone: “The Venerable Yeqiong of the Heaven Earth Cave!”

Before the Great Palace Master of the Brightness Palace returned, he had visited this Yin God at the Heaven Earth Cave.

“Don’t know him,” Qi Yuan said lazily. “He’s not a policeman, not a judge—he has no right to interfere with me.”

Behind Qi Yuan, Xu Yeli broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this.

Was this Blood-Robed Sword God too bold?

That was a Yin God.

Hearing this, the woman in the palace dress could no longer restrain herself and stepped out of the carriage. With her phoenix eyes, she looked arrogantly: “You dare defy the Venerable’s decree?

You are courting death!”

For thousands of years, the woman had served the Venerable Yeqiong, and every Zifu she met had treated her with utmost respect.

In the face of a Yin God, those Zifu were even more abject, groveling in the dust.

Qi Yuan's attitude stirred resentment within her.

"Me seeking death?" Qi Yuan's eyes glinted with murderous intent. "I'd say you're the one seeking death!"

He had been flying smoothly, his momentum like a rainbow, ready to shatter all obstacles and crush the Palace of Radiance in one fell swoop—only to be halted.

A domineering old woman had arrived, ordering him about; how could he not be furious?

And now, she dared to threaten him?

The woman in the palace robe was stunned, staring at Qi Yuan in disbelief: "The Venerable, thinking you had some talent, wished to resolve the grudge and spare your life. It seems you are truly foolish and unaware of it!

Very well, Blood-Robed Sword God, I shall return and report your words today faithfully to the Venerable Ye Qiong!"

With that, the woman in the palace robe flicked her sleeve and stepped into the celestial carriage.

Her heart seethed with murderous intent, but she was no match for the Blood-Robed Sword God; otherwise, given her nature, she would have struck directly.

Of course, once she returned, she would surely embellish the matter and report it to Venerable Ye Qiong.

Then, the Blood-Robed Sword God would be a dead man.

At that moment, all the Purple Mansion and Divine Infant cultivators who witnessed this were deeply shocked, murmuring among themselves.

"The Blood-Robed Sword God is truly ferocious—that was an envoy of a Yin God, and he offended him without a second thought!"

"If he weren't so fierce, would he dare to go to the Palace of Radiance's headquarters?"

"A pity. Having offended Venerable Ye Qiong, even if he survives the attack on the Palace of Radiance, there will be no place for him in the Eastern Lands."

But the next instant, their shock deepened.

From the heavens above came a voice brimming with killing intent.

"Did I say you could leave?"

"You may go, but your corpse must stay here!"

The moment Qi Yuan spoke, he struck.

The blood-red long sword was drawn, and a surge of bloody aura filled the air.

The primal power of the Heart Demon's Call, the domain lord's innate ability, merged with the blood-red sword, turning into a streak of bloody light that pierced directly into the chest of the woman in the palace robe.

The woman in the palace robe wore an expression of utter disbelief, like a female player seeing her simp no longer simping: "You... have you gone mad..."

She could not comprehend it.

How dared the Blood-Robed Sword God do this?

She was an envoy of a Yin God!

"Die!" Qi Yuan struck again with his sword.

One ultimate move, one basic attack—and the mere mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator fell dead at Qi Yuan's hands.

With a wave of his hand, Qi Yuan claimed the woman's storage pouch.

A glance at its contents, and his face lit up with joy, all anger vanishing completely.

"A fine kill, a splendid kill, a kill that makes me cheer!"

This woman in the palace robe was far too wealthy!

The pouch held no fewer than two celestial-grade techniques.

Qi Yuan looked at her shattered corpse, a hint of self-reproach on his face: "Sorry. Had I known you were this rich, I wouldn't have raised my voice at you earlier."

He tried hard to squeeze out a tear, but failed.

He could only attribute it to the fact that this moonlight was not worth his deep affection.

At that moment, all the cultivators who witnessed this fell into utter silence.

The Blood-Robed Sword God had killed an envoy of a Yin God?

The Blood-Robed Sword God had left himself no way out!

No matter the outcome of today's battle with the Palace of Radiance, the Blood-Robed Sword God had completely lost his place in the Eastern Lands.

Qi Yuan, of course, was unaware of their thoughts.

Even if he knew, he would not care.

He gazed at the celestial carriage and recalled what the Great Sun Flame Emperor had once said.

In a crisis involving a Yin God, he could invoke the name of Wind Lord.

So, facing the carriage, he calmly spoke two words: "Wind Lord."

With that, Qi Yuan transformed into a streak of blood-red light and vanished.

...

Within the Palace of Radiance, fifty-six Purple Mansion cultivators had gathered.

All wore grave expressions.

The Grand Palace Lord, bathed in radiance, revealed a look of astonishment in his eyes: "The Blood-Robed Sword God... has slain the envoy of Venerable Ye Qiong."

"What?" The Third Palace Lord, Zi Chu, changed color dramatically, then exclaimed in delight, "He is courting death!"

The Second Palace Lord spoke with gentle elegance: "No wonder he dared to come to our Palace of Radiance headquarters. He was not feigning madness—he is truly mad."

If not truly mad, how could he do such a thing?

Even the Old Man Wutian, I suspect, would not dare to storm the Palace of Radiance headquarters and, on the way, kill a Yin God's envoy.

"Alas, what ill fortune, to have offended such a madman," the Second Palace Lord sighed, as if lamenting the nine Purple Mansion cultivators who had perished.

"After we slay the Blood-Robed Sword God, I shall personally take his corpse to pay respects to Venerable Ye Qiong," the Grand Palace Lord declared.

Since the Blood-Robed Sword God had offended Venerable Ye Qiong, after eliminating him, he naturally intended to leverage this connection.

Among the Purple Mansion cultivators present, some were invigorated, others anxious.

The Grand Palace Lord's eyes were deep.

Within his sleeve, the Imperial Extreme Dragon-Cap Crown lay dormant.

This was his greatest reliance.

This was also the foundation upon which the Palace of Radiance had stood for ten thousand years.

Even a Yin God would not lightly make an enemy of the Palace of Radiance.

However, this Yin God artifact was still incomplete; it needed to be perfected through the bloodbath of a hundred kingdoms before it could be used like a true Yin God artifact.

Until then, it was best not to use it unless necessary.

Today, the Grand Palace Lord had no intention of using it.

"We gave him a chance for reconciliation. Since he refused and came to die, we can only oblige him," the Third Palace Lord, Zi Chu, said, her voice filled with indignation.

The Palace of Radiance had shown great sincerity, even offering apologies and reparations, yet the Blood-Robed Sword God not only refused but came to die!

This was the sentiment shared by all the cultivators present.

"He's here."

Just then, an urgent voice rang out.

The more than fifty Purple Mansion cultivators on the field all looked up toward the horizon.

Red entered their eyes.

Where the blood-colored rainbow passed, murderous aura soared to the heavens.

This murderous aura seemed too intense, dyeing the sky red.

The blood-red firmament was eerie and ghostly; all who saw it felt an inexplicable fear rise in their hearts.

Qi Yuan, clad in a blood-red robe, stood aloft in the void, exceptionally handsome.

The blood-colored longsword on his back seemed to tremble, as if eager to leap from its sheath and drink deeply of the world's blood.

He swept his gaze over the towering Bright Light Palace before him and said lazily, "Anyone who leaves the Bright Light Palace now, I will not kill today."

At present, there were no weaklings in the Bright Light Palace headquarters; the weakest among those who came were all Divine Infant cultivators.

At these words, the Third Palace Master, Zi Can, sneered disdainfully, "What big talk!"

Qi Yuan glanced sideways at Zi Can and said, "I brush my teeth every day, so I have no bad breath.

But you, I reckon you haven't brushed your teeth in centuries—your stench is overwhelming me.

Is halitosis your innate divine ability?

Your innate divine ability is truly powerful—it has wounded me."

Zi Can's face alternated between green and red, and she could only say, "Sharp tongue!"

The many Purple Mansion and Divine Infant cultivators below looked at Qi Yuan with grave expressions; they did not share his carefree ease.

This battle seemed unavoidable.

Blood clouds pressed down on the palace; over fifty Purple Mansion cultivators and a thousand Divine Infant cultivators were arrayed within the formation, their expressions unavoidably tense.

Qi Yuan's gaze swept over the thousand-plus cultivators present, seeing a vast white expanse, and he revealed a satisfied expression: "The Bright Light Palace truly lives up to being the top power of the Emerald Cloud Continent—all old men I like."

Qualified old men, qualified white moonlight.

He snapped his fingers.

Behind him, Xu Yeli tremblingly picked up the suona horn; it was his first time facing so many Purple Mansion cultivators.

The desolate sound of the suona rang out at that moment.

The atmosphere of slaughter also condensed to its extreme at that moment.

"Begin the slaughter!" A cruel smile appeared in Qi Yuan's eyes.

PS: The new chapter won't be out until six o'clock. Don't scold me—I warned you in the title.

(End of this chapter)