Chapter 153: Perfected Lord Dazhi, A True Chosen One

Chapter 153: The True Lord of Great Wisdom, A True Prodigy

In the Divine Flower Society forum, the atmosphere was solemn.

“Mourn for the Blood-Robed Sword God for Thirty Breaths”

“The Blood-Robed Sword God’s Body Is Gone, But His Soul Remains!”

“Remembering the Past, When I Was a Child, the Blood-Robed Sword God Once Held Me…”

“There Is True Love in the World, I Swear Off Lust for Three Days for the Sword God!”

When Qi Yuan logged into the Divine Flower Society forum and saw these posts, his face turned green.

“Hey, I’m not dead yet, and you’re already mourning me!”

Qi Yuan was speechless.

He figured that these people probably all thought his battle with the Radiant Palace was doomed to fail.

That’s why they posted like this.

If that were the case, it was still acceptable.

He thought for a moment, then used the Blood-Robed Sword God’s account to post a thread.

“I, the Blood-Robed Sword God, tell everyone good news: the Radiant Palace has been destroyed, and justice has finally triumphed over evil!”

Nowadays, the four words ‘Blood-Robed Sword God’ were a trending term; even when Qi Yuan posted, he had to include his own name in the title to ride the wave.

No sooner had he posted than replies quickly appeared below.

“Senior Blood-Robed Sword God is still alive?”

“The Radiant Palace is destroyed?”

“Did the sun fall today and drive me insane?”

“Could it be a fake Blood-Robed Sword God!”

The Blood-Robed Sword God’s post, like a corpse rising from the dead, caused the Divine Flower Society forum to explode.

The members of the Divine Flower Society were spread across the Canglan Realm, so the news of the Blood-Robed Sword God destroying the Radiant Palace had not yet reached them; many were unaware.

In their view, the Blood-Robed Sword God’s battle against the Radiant Palace, which had the foundation of a Yin God, was a sure loss.

Yet the Blood-Robed Sword God had won—how could they not be astonished?

“Senior, I knew you would win this battle!” replied Little Li from Fox Den, then secretly deleted her own mourning post for the Blood-Robed Sword God.

A wave of shock swept the forum, contributing to the warming of the Canglan Realm, followed by jubilation and celebration.

Outside, the news of the Blood-Robed Sword God destroying the Radiant Palace also began to slowly spread across Cuiyun Prefecture.

“Senior… how did you win?”

At this moment, someone asked.

Many were also puzzled and curious.

How had the Blood-Robed Sword God defeated the Radiant Palace?

At this time, many Purple Mansion cultivators were also paying attention to this question.

“At that time, the Radiant Palace used the Imperial Extreme Dragon-Startling Crown, and the Great Palace Lord executed the Finger of the Divine.

I thought I was going to die.

But then I remembered the countless millions behind me who supported me.

So I sought out the big shots in the Divine Flower Society and borrowed Immortal Pills, Golden Pills, Nine-Cycle Golden Pills, a million Golden Pills, and even a Stellar Golden Pill…

Countless Golden Pills fell, summoning even the sun, and annihilated the Radiant Palace.”

Qi Yuan embellished the story, half-truth and half-fiction.

After all, he was currently only a Stellar Golden Pill cultivator, not even comparable to a perfect Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment; he needed to hide his true strength and conceal his trump cards.

Everyone who noticed this post was stunned.

They hadn’t expected to get such an answer.

“The sun in the sky was summoned by a big shot?”

“…Really or fake?”

Some were silent, some were doubtful, and some spoke the truth in a joking tone.

“Of course it’s true. The Divine Flower Society is full of big shots; I’m just a small fry. If the big shot hadn’t lent me the Stellar Golden Pill, I might have died,” Qi Yuan replied seriously.

Using one’s own thing—can’t that be called borrowing?

Meanwhile, in the Eastern Lands, within a cave dwelling.

A man in golden robes looked at the contents of the jade slip and remained silent.

He had watched the battle between the Blood-Robed Sword God and the Radiant Palace, and halfway through, he had declared that the Blood-Robed Sword God would surely lose, so he left directly.

He did not watch the latter half, never expecting the situation to change drastically in the end.

The white-haired elder beside him asked the man in golden robes, “Is what he said true or false?”

The man in golden robes recalled the blood-colored figure he had seen that day and said slowly, “His body exudes overwhelming blood energy; he should be a great demonic overlord who has slaughtered millions.

I observed him from afar and found no divinity on him, so he cannot be a Yin God either.

Summoning the sun… that is too horrifying.

In our Canglan Realm, aside from the legendary one, who can raise a divine throne in the heavens and illuminate all realms?”

Speaking of that person, the man in golden robes’ eyes were filled with deep dread.

He did not even dare to mention that person’s name.

Upon hearing this, the elder’s heart also sank.

Because that one… is unspeakable.

“Rather than saying he summoned the sun, I am more inclined to believe he had help.

When he killed the envoy of the Venerable Ye Qiong, he mentioned the name of Lord Wind.

If it was Lord Wind, then… it would be normal.

But… the great calamity is approaching; all Yin Gods refrain from acting if possible to preserve their strength.

Why would Lord Wind act?”

“Rather than that stingy old man Lord Wind acting, I would rather believe that the Blood-Robed Sword God summoned the sun.” The elder was an old member of the Dao-Seeking Palace, of the same generation as Lord Wind; they had known each other in their youth.

Pity that one became a Yin God, while the other still sought at the late Purple Mansion stage.

He was most familiar with Lord Wind’s character.

“Alas, you returned too quickly. A strong cultivator like the Blood-Robed Sword God should be recruited into our Dao-Seeking Palace.

His strength is even greater than that of Old Man Wutian,” the white-haired elder sighed.

Old Man Wutian, within the Dao-Seeking Palace, was among the very top of the late Purple Mansion stage.

"This time he survived, but he has thoroughly offended Venerable Ye Qiong, and I reckon death is not far off!" the golden-robed man couldn't help but say.

"Can he destroy the Radiant Palace and not kill Venerable Ye Qiong?" the white-haired elder said with a chuckle.

The golden-robed man shot the white-haired elder a glance: "The Radiant Palace only had a single incomplete Yin Spirit artifact—how can that compare to the true Venerable Ye Qiong?"

"And you know this? Could the one who effortlessly destroyed the Radiant Palace not slay Venerable Ye Qiong?" the white-haired elder replied, still smiling. "Pity I'm tied up lately, or else I'd have to go meet this Blood-Robed Sword God in person."

...

At that moment, Qi Yuan basked in the crowd's flattery, his heart floating on air.

Then, a comment caught his eye.

"Blood-Robed Sword God, I heard you killed Venerable Ye Qiong's envoy on your way to the Radiant Palace?"

"Mm, I killed him," Qi Yuan replied.

Seeing Qi Yuan's response, some were puzzled, not knowing who Venerable Ye Qiong was.

But in the Divine Flower Society, great figures gathered.

"To dare kill a Yin Spirit envoy—big shot... you're truly formidable!

Senior, you'd better leave the Eastern Lands quickly!" that person replied.

The cultivators following this thread were all stunned.

Fox Den Xiaoli stared at the content, her expression frozen.

She had just commented in the thread, saying she stood with the Blood-Robed Sword God to defeat all invaders.

But no one had told her the enemy was a Yin Spirit!

She was frantic, tugging at her hair: "Wuwu, I'll never reply to you again!"

Yet, thinking of how she had ingratiated herself with the Blood-Robed Sword God and others called her Sister Li, she couldn't help herself.

Qi Yuan glanced at the comments below and replied.

"His envoy threatened me, vowed to kill me, so I had to strike first.

If Venerable Ye Qiong is also so blind, I'll make him understand why the sun is so red!"

The Divine Flower Society cultivators below were utterly astonished by the Blood-Robed Sword God's reply.

If killing Venerable Ye Qiong's envoy had offended him,

this speech was outright provocation!

"Senior is too fierce!"

"Senior, stay safe!"

Qi Yuan casually scanned the comments, then switched accounts and logged into the Divine Flower Four Emperors chat group.

"Good news, everyone: the 'Plan to Destroy the Radiant Palace in a Hundred Days' is completed ahead of schedule!"

"Big shot, 666!"

"I told you, Origin Heavenly Venerable is no ordinary mortal."

Rogue Immortal Venerable and Iceberg Dominatrix showered him with praise.

"What about Great Sun Flame Emperor?" Qi Yuan asked. Missing one flatterer felt off.

"He was here a few hours ago, but then he said his old man called him, so he didn't show up—probably something urgent.

Based on my years of experience, he must have offended his old man and got grounded."

"I see." Qi Yuan felt a bit disappointed.

"Origin Heavenly Venerable, my sisters made nearly ten million spirit stones because of you. They all want to meet you and thank you in person," Iceberg Dominatrix said.

"Small matter, no need for a meeting."

"Not meeting is right. Those vixens would probably strip you naked if they saw you," Iceberg Dominatrix said, as domineering as ever.

Rogue Immortal Venerable watched this and swallowed hard.

He too wanted to be stripped naked by fairy sisters.

"One of my sisters runs the Seven Sounds Pavilion. She said you can enjoy yourself there for free from now on."

"Seven Sounds Pavilion?" Rogue Immortal Venerable drooled with envy.

That was even more high-end than Cloud Court.

Did that mean Origin Heavenly Venerable could freeload?

"I lack none of those things. What I need most now are cultivation techniques—the more, the better, and the higher the grade, the better," Qi Yuan said.

Freeloading didn't interest him.

Only cultivation techniques were what he truly lacked.

Originally, he had eagerly anticipated a rendezvous with the old man and woman of the Radiant Palace, but... they were too feeble; sunbathing had sunned them out of existence.

They left behind no techniques or inheritance.

The Radiant Palace headquarters had also been dragged into the void realm, leaving nothing.

His long-awaited techniques were gone, so Qi Yuan had to seek them elsewhere.

Iceberg Dominatrix heard this: "Leave it to me. I'll squeeze some oil out of those girls today!"

"Thanks, Sister Iceberg Dominatrix.

Logging off now. The Eastern Lands Genius Battle is about to start. I need to work hard, or it'll be awkward if I don't make the top twenty.

Oh, and when Great Sun Flame Emperor comes online, remember to tell him I lived up to expectations and destroyed the Radiant Palace."

Rogue Immortal Venerable was utterly baffled.

"Origin Heavenly Venerable... you're also participating in the Eastern Lands Genius Battle?"

The man who destroyed the Radiant Palace said he was joining the Eastern Lands Genius Battle?

Playing house, was he?

After all, the Eastern Lands Genius Battle had an age limit of no more than two hundred years.

Origin Heavenly Venerable must be at least a thousand years old, right?

Qi Yuan naturally had no idea what Rogue Immortal Venerable was thinking.

At that moment, he returned to his cave dwelling and continued refining the *Qi Yuan Sutra*.

"The path of the Yuan Dan is to grow and strengthen.

My golden core is a star, so by constantly devouring other stars in the universe, I can become stronger."

Having obtained the Solar True Fire, Qi Yuan now had a clear path for his Yuan Dan.

But the technique was still incomplete.

"If the golden core is a star, what is the Spirit Infant?"

Qi Yuan was stumped.

Though he had read many techniques, his understanding of the Spirit Infant remained superficial.

......

The next day, Qi Yuan gazed at the little sun in the sky and once again thought of Ning Tao.

A pity—within his dantian, the spiritual energy was still meager.

Killing a Purple Mansion cultivator was no issue, but summoning a Golden Core and Ning Tao was still far beyond his reach.

“It’s just that the *Qi Yuan Sutra* is too lacking, so my spiritual energy recovers too slowly,” Qi Yuan lamented.

As he pondered, he looked toward Jiang Ya not far away, and his eyes lit up.

Now here was a wealthy woman, and her wealth lay in a direction that matched Qi Yuan’s own deficiencies.

“Senior Sister Jiang Ya, you’ve read widely. I have a question—might I seek your guidance?” Qi Yuan asked.

Jiang Ya looked at Qi Yuan and spoke succinctly: “You may.”

“Now that I’ve reached the Primordial Core, I remain utterly lost on the path to the Divine Infant,” Qi Yuan said, his face downcast.

“The path of the Divine Infant…” Jiang Ya began to speak.

Just then, Qi Yuan interjected.

“I forged the foundation of Qi Refinement with the Five Elements Qi; I built my foundation with the Heavenly Dao and condensed a stellar Golden Core.

What kind of Divine Infant could possibly match my caliber?”

Jiang Ya fell silent.

The words she had organized in her mind refused to come out.

*Smile. Be elegant.*

Jiang Ya told herself this inwardly.

She looked at Qi Yuan and said, “Perhaps there is someone who can give you the answer.”

“Who?” Qi Yuan asked anxiously.

“The fourth on the Eastern Earth Prodigy Ranking, the Great Wisdom True Lord,” Jiang Ya said calmly.

“A fine name—he must be a clever man!” Qi Yuan’s eyes brightened.

Knowing the name, he could already foresee a truly great talent.

“He is like you, a cultivator of the obsession path, and… he has already stepped into the Divine Infant realm. He might offer you much advice,” Jiang Ya continued. “If Junior Brother Qi Yuan wishes to meet him, I can contact him for you now.”

“Yes!” Qi Yuan exclaimed excitedly.

Of course he wanted to meet him!

“Very well.” Jiang Ya turned and took out a communication jade slip.

……

As nightfall descended, the flower boat moored at the shore.

A man with slicked-back hair, floral shorts, and a robe that fit him poorly stood there.

On the flower boat, he seemed utterly out of place.

Yet the people on the boat all showed expressions of reverence when they saw him.

For this man was the fourth on the Eastern Earth Prodigy Ranking, the Great Wisdom True Lord.

At that moment, the Great Wisdom True Lord’s gaze was clear and pure, fixed on the hand of a female cultivator beside him, making her blush with embarrassment.

The woman’s hand was delicate, with long, slender fingers, skin white and smooth, and her long nails were painted a faint rouge—elegant and beautiful.

“Fengyue Immortal’s jade hands are exquisite, worth a thousand gold pieces.

Is the Great Wisdom True Lord also a connoisseur of such things?” a nearby prodigy in hemp robes remarked, trying to ingratiate himself with the Great Wisdom True Lord.

The Great Wisdom True Lord stared at those jade hands, his gaze clear and thoughtful.

“Does she keep her nails so long to pick her nose?”

Silence.

A heavy silence fell over the flower boat; the prodigy who had spoken could find no words.

Fengyue Immortal’s face flushed crimson, her expression shifting wildly as she wished she could crawl into a crack in the ground.

Just then, a hearty voice rang out: “My advice is, if you’re picking your nose, don’t wear nail polish—it’ll hurt your nose.”

A man in black robes stepped onto the flower boat.

He looked at the Great Wisdom True Lord with reverence: “My name is Qi Yuan. Senior Sister Jiang Ya sent me to seek the Great Wisdom True Lord’s counsel on the Divine Infant!”

The others glanced at Qi Yuan, then at the Great Wisdom True Lord, their expressions complicated.

As for Fengyue Immortal, she shot Qi Yuan a venomous glare.

She dared not offend the Great Wisdom True Lord, but this unknown Qi Yuan—she could.

The Great Wisdom True Lord looked at Qi Yuan, his eyes brightening: “How do you think Fengyue Immortal should pick her nose for the best result?”

“Hmm.” Qi Yuan sat down beside the Great Wisdom True Lord, pondering. “Using the nails is rather inelegant.

Immortals don’t defecate or pick their noses.

So why not create a Dao technique specifically for picking noses?”

“You are a genius, fellow Daoist!” The Great Wisdom True Lord looked at Qi Yuan with great excitement.

Qi Yuan gazed back at the Great Wisdom True Lord, feeling an instant kinship.

At that moment, a sudden voice rang out.

“Oh no, Fengyue Immortal has fallen into the river!”

Everyone looked at Fengyue Immortal in the river with pity.

Seeing this, the Great Wisdom True Lord said slowly, “Fengyue Immortal must have been inspired by Fellow Daoist Qi Yuan, entering the river to comprehend the flow of water, and thereby creating a Dao technique specifically for picking noses.”

Those present silently mourned for Fengyue Immortal.

By tomorrow, she would likely gain a new nickname: Nose-Picking Immortal.

Qi Yuan nodded and cut to the chase: “Fellow Daoist, on the path of the Divine Infant, I’ve always felt the road ahead is dim.

I’ve heard that to condense a Divine Infant, one must shatter the Golden Core to birth the infant.

But my Golden Core was forged with such painstaking effort—I can’t bear to shatter it.

What should I do?”

How could Qi Yuan bear to shatter his stellar Golden Core, forged with such toil?

It was his child.

Nearby, the others were stunned by Qi Yuan’s words.

Someone who didn’t want to shatter their Golden Core to birth an infant?

Had this man gone mad from cultivation?

No wonder… he could communicate with the Great Wisdom True Lord so seamlessly.

Great Sage True Lord looked at Qi Yuan, pondering, and said, "Alas, I never expected that great minds think alike.

Back when I first established my foundation, I already contemplated this very question."

Qi Yuan couldn't help but regard Great Sage True Lord with newfound respect.

Truly, this was a prodigy with far-reaching vision!

When he himself had established his foundation, when had he ever thought about the Divine Infant?

Yet this one had already considered it at that stage.

"In the end, after much agonizing thought, I created a technique of my own—the Dual Pill Method," Great Sage True Lord declared proudly.

"First, I condensed a false pill, and then I condensed a golden pill.

Finally, when breaking through to the Divine Infant, I shattered the false pill and kept the golden one.

Thus, now within my body, I possess both a golden pill and a Divine Infant!"

A false pill is what foundation-establishing cultivators, despairing of ever reaching the golden pill stage, forge by borrowing external objects.

Qi Yuan was stunned by the workings of Great Sage True Lord's mind.

This was what it meant to be a prodigy, to possess great wisdom—this and nothing less.

"However, this method has a flaw: the golden pill and the Divine Infant inside me are constantly at odds," Great Sage True Lord said with vexation.

The other prodigies nearby looked at him, utterly speechless.

Not only do your golden pill and Divine Infant fight, but you yourself are often at war with yourself.

They knew well that Great Sage True Lord suffered from a split personality—two distinct personas had already emerged within him.

"Such a minor issue is no issue at all," Qi Yuan said dismissively. "Excellent techniques always come with some problems. My own self-created cultivation method has its defects: after practicing it, one becomes mentally confused and forgetful.

But look at me now—aren't I perfectly sound of mind? I can devour eight steamed buns in one sitting!"

Those present turned to gaze at Qi Yuan and instantly understood.

This is what he calls sound of mind?

At the same time, they felt even more pity for Wind Moon Fairy.

How tragic that she had caught the attention of two madmen—too pitiful.

"A pity, though—I've already entered the Primordial Pill realm and can no longer cultivate the Dual Pill Method," Qi Yuan lamented.

The path of Great Sage True Lord was not suited for him.

Those who understand, understand; see you at six in the morning.

(End of this chapter)