Chapter 168: Handing Out Snacks to the Yin God

Chapter 168: Giving Snacks to the Yin God

The Yin God descended, and the Zifu played music.

It came quickly, and left just as fast.

Having slain a Yuandan cultivator, it vanished into the horizon.

In the small city of Liqi, the name Wang Shenghai was thoroughly established, making him the number one celebrity.

If anyone asked why he was so famous, the people of Liqi City would say: He was the first cultivator in Liqi City to be killed by a Yin God Venerable.

At this moment, Qi Yuan had already switched to the alias of Blood-Robed Sword God and entered the Divine Flower Society forum.

"Purifying the Cultivation World's Atmosphere, Starting with Me, the Blood-Robed Sword God!"

"Recalling the past, when I first came to the Divine Flower Society, everyone here spoke pleasantly, modest and polite.

At some point, the atmosphere here turned bad, filled with all kinds of hostility.

Especially a while ago, many people on the forum slandered me, spread rumors about me, causing me great pain, loss of appetite and sleep, falling into deep suffering, and nearly developing depression.

I had to take medicine every day just to fall asleep.

Sometimes, what kills is not just blades or Dao arts, but words as well.

Just now, I went to Liqi City and executed by gunshot the Divine Flower Society cultivators who slandered and defamed me.

As for others who defamed me, I will also personally go to educate them one by one."

"...Really? Fake?"

"The big shot still sleeps?"

"I never thought a Yin God Venerable could be so sentimental. Mommy, hug Blood Baby, don't be sad, there there."

"Strong support! Blood-Robed Sword God is invincible! Kill those disgusting people!" Fox Den Xiaoli quickly replied.

She never expected that the Blood-Robed Sword God would feel the same way she did.

Back then, when she was trading insults with those people, she truly lost appetite and sleep, and nearly became depressed.

Meanwhile, some people, especially those who had verbally attacked the Blood-Robed Sword God, began to panic.

"Senior is a Yin God Venerable; you should be magnanimous. Why bother with small fry? It's beneath your dignity."

"Right, this is the act of a demonic cultivator!"

Qi Yuan saw these comments, sneered, and had Qi Jianjun take note. He replied: "I am a barbarian; I have no dignity!"

Great Wisdom True Lord's eyes were full of envy, and he said: "A true man should be like this!"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan thought of Liu Bang.

He glanced at Great Wisdom True Lord: "When your mother gave birth to you, did she dream of a dragon?"

"No, but she dreamed of golden light falling from the sky," said Great Wisdom True Lord.

"That should be the light of wisdom," Qi Yuan said, and then he replied in the Divine Flower Society forum: "Next stop, Fengxian City. Those who know, know."

At this moment, in Fengxian City, a young woman in embroidered robes turned pale.

"Ancestor! Ancestor!"

She stumbled toward a cave dwelling, shouting loudly.

Before long, an old man radiating a terrifying aura appeared, his face wearing a kind and benevolent expression.

"What's wrong? Who bullied my Xiaodie?" The old man was named Yan Yiqi, who had stepped into the Zifu realm ten years ago and become the Supreme Elder of Chaoyang Sect, full of high spirits.

The young girl before him was his most beloved descendant.

"Ancestor, save me... wuwu." The young woman's eyes brimmed with tears, looking especially pitiful.

Yan Yiqi was immediately heartbroken: "Speak quickly, who bullied my Xiaodie?"

"Ancestor, in the Divine Flower Society, I saw a senior acting arrogantly and killing innocents, so I secretly said a few words about him to others.

Who knew that senior would be so petty as to come to Fengxian City to kill me!" The woman was completely panicked now, but still mastered the skill of embellishment.

Anyway, it wasn't her fault.

"Outrageous! Just because a junior made a few comments, he comes to retaliate? This is demonic!

If everyone acted like this, wouldn't the cultivation world be in chaos?

Tell me quickly, what is his name and cultivation level? If he dares to come, I'll have a word with him!" Yan Yiqi spoke with fervor.

The young woman felt reassured: "Ancestor, he is the Blood-Robed Sword God of the Divine Flower Society, a Yin God Venerable."

"..." Yan Yiqi's heart skipped a beat. "You... what did you say?"

"He has already issued a harsh threat. He just killed a cultivator in Liqi City and is now rushing to Fengxian City without stopping. Ancestor... it's not Xiaodie's fault; it's all because the Blood-Robed Sword God is narrow-minded." The woman wept, putting on a pitiful act, as this always worked without fail.

No matter what mistake, she would be forgiven.

Yan Yiqi's expression changed slightly. He took Xiaodie's Divine Flower Society jade slip, looked at it for a while, and his beard nearly bristled: "You dared to slander a Yin God Venerable? Have you eaten a bear's heart and leopard's gall?

The Venerable purifies the cultivation world's atmosphere with great effort, and you? You are a pest of the cultivation world!

Someone, tie her up! We welcome the Venerable's arrival!"

"Ancestor, it's clearly..." Xiaodie tried to struggle, but unfortunately could not speak.

In the following days, such incidents occurred one after another.

Every time Qi Yuan went to a city, he would announce it in advance.

Cultivators from those cities, and even from nearby cities, would come early to watch the excitement.

After all, that was a Yin God Venerable, a big shot rarely seen in ten thousand years.

When the big shot appeared, there would also be Zifu music playing.

Small fries like them could hardly even see a Zifu cultivator, let alone hear Zifu music.

Meanwhile, the geniuses who had cursed in the Divine Flower Society forum had long been tied up by their own sects and handed over to the Blood-Robed Sword God for punishment.

The Blood-Robed Sword God swept across all directions, going through the network to beat people up.

This earnest yet comical attitude indeed shook the Eastern Lands.

Many sect elders issued orders that the young disciples in the sect must not casually slander powerful figures on communication jade slips.

And some cultivators who were previously skilled in verbal battles also fell silent.

To some extent, the atmosphere in the cultivation world had indeed improved considerably.

Thunderwalk Continent.

The Rogue Immortal Venerable sat before the furnace, lost in thought.

"Watch the fire!" At that moment, a majestic voice came.

The Rogue Immortal Venerable perked up and quickly looked at the fire in the alchemy furnace.

"This batch of pills must not go wrong; I am refining them for the Great Power Ye Chen!" the old man reminded beside him. "The sect is in a troubled time now; we need to build good karma widely."

Yaochang Sect was a large sect in Thunderwalk Continent, with one Zifu Supreme Elder within.

The supreme elder had entered a death-seclusion for over a century, never appearing.

Rumors spread abroad that the founding ancestor of Yaochang Sect had long since perished, and the sect’s mortal enemies lurked in the shadows, ceaselessly encroaching upon its territory.

The Rogue Immortal Venerable gazed at the flames within the alchemy furnace, a look of bewilderment in his eyes: “Master, I wish to advance. I no longer want to remain on the Eastern Lands Lesser Prodigy List.”

This trip to Cuiyun Prefecture had still failed to earn him a place on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List.

Upon hearing this, Lord Danheng revealed a kindly smile: “It is rare for you to have such ambition. I hope that, like Ji’en, you too may enter the Eastern Lands Prodigy List and reach the Purple Mansion Realm.

I have here some insights on shattering the core to form the nascent soul—take them and have a look.”

Seeing that his ever-lazy disciple had finally stirred with ambition, Lord Danheng felt a quiet pride.

“Master, I do not wish to shatter my core to form the nascent soul,” the Rogue Immortal Venerable said, conflicted.

“Oh? You wish to polish it further?”

“No, I want… to shatter my core and rebuild.

The first-rank golden core I formed is far too weak—utterly unimpressive.”

“Impossible!” Lord Danheng said hastily. “A first-rank golden core already surpasses ninety-nine percent of cultivators; it is more than sufficient.

If you shatter your core and rebuild, you waste time. Even if you formed an earth-rank golden core, what then? Could it defeat a first-rank golden core that has already become a divine infant?”

“Master, I don’t want an earth-rank golden core. I want to form a stronger one.”

“Stronger? How strong? Even an immortal-rank golden core is merely astonishing in potential.”

“I… know a friend. The golden core he formed seems rather fierce.”

“Rather fierce? How fierce?” Lord Danheng glared at the Rogue Immortal Venerable. “What golden core did he form?”

The Rogue Immortal Venerable looked up, pointing through the glazed roof at the sun: “That.”

“What?” Lord Danheng was stunned.

“He formed a solar golden core.”

“…I think you’ve been staring at the sun too long—it’s addled your brain!” Lord Danheng said irritably. “Don’t gawk at that new sun anymore!”

The Rogue Immortal Venerable fell silent.

Because in the past, if someone had told him they’d formed a solar golden core, he too would have said their mind was broken.

“Master, I truly want to shatter my core and rebuild. Even if I can’t form a sun, forming an entire ocean would do,” the Rogue Immortal Venerable murmured obsessively.

His golden core was too weak, too small.

Some days ago, he had consulted Origin Heavenly Venerable in the group.

Origin Heavenly Venerable said: the bigger the better, the stronger the better.

“Stop daydreaming. Could you even fit an entire ocean into your dantian?”

“Then… how can someone fit a sun?” the Rogue Immortal Venerable asked weakly.

Lord Danheng was so angry his eyebrows nearly fell off. He could only speak with grave earnestness: “There are gaps between people. Do not aim too high. Your golden core may not match the sun, but it is my carefully refined Six-Flavor Heavenly Yellow Pill—small, yet with boundless potential.”

The Rogue Immortal Venerable fell silent.

Indeed, how could he compare to Origin Heavenly Venerable?

Not to mention Origin Heavenly Venerable—among the other two Sovereigns in the group, who could he match?

But the thought of latching onto a powerful backer lifted his spirits. “Three days from now, when this furnace of pills is finished, you shall personally deliver them to the Great Power Ye Chen.

Oh, and be sure to chat more with Ye Chen’s granddaughter—strengthen the bond,” Lord Danheng said.

He was playing matchmaker between the Rogue Immortal Venerable and Ye Chen’s granddaughter.

If it succeeded, his disciple’s future would be carefree—he could just live off her.

Hearing this, the Rogue Immortal Venerable grew anxious: “Master, three days from now, a friend of mine is coming to kill someone nearby. I have to go see.”

Lord Danheng frowned: “He tells you about killing? Quite the friend you have. Is he trustworthy?”

“He is!” the Rogue Immortal Venerable nodded emphatically.

“Go see, then deliver the medicine afterward.” Lord Danheng naturally assumed that his disciple’s friend was up against a too-powerful foe and had sought backing from his disciple.

Such matters were not easy to forbid.

…

Three days later.

The Rogue Immortal Venerable sat in an inn, his storage pouch holding the pills his master had just refined.

He was waiting for Origin Heavenly Venerable to arrive. Truth be told, his heart was now somewhat anxious.

Or rather, he had not yet figured out how to face Origin Heavenly Venerable.

“Xiaoyu! I told you to deliver the medicine to my grandfather, but instead you’ve come here to watch the excitement!”

At that moment, a lively, youthful girl walked in, glaring at the Rogue Immortal Venerable with almond-shaped eyes wide.

“Ye Chan, ahem, a friend of mine is coming. Once I’ve seen him, I’ll deliver the medicine.” Facing the girl before him, the Rogue Immortal Venerable felt a bit intimidated.

Then the tall woman beside the girl frowned: “You dare to delay the medicine for Great Power Ye Chen? You’ve got some nerve, boy.”

Ye Chan quickly said, “A little late is fine. My grandfather isn’t in a hurry.”

A complex look flickered in the tall woman’s eyes: “Xiao Chan, Feng Tian, grandson of Great Power Feng Xiao, is waiting for us upstairs. Let’s go see.”

Ye Chan hesitated.

Just then, a clear voice rang out: “Rogue Immortal Venerable, long time no see. So this is your city—looks quite nice, much better than my backwater.”

The Rogue Immortal Venerable looked over and saw Qi Yuan in a blood-red robe.

Qi Yuan held the hand of a delicate, adorable little girl who seemed only seven or eight.

“This is my daughter, Qi Jianjun.

Jianjun, this is Rogue Immortal Venerable. Call him Uncle Rogue.”

Qi Jianjun’s eyes seemed to hold stars. She looked at the Rogue Immortal Venerable without any airs: “Hello, Uncle.”

Hearing this, the Rogue Immortal Venerable was flattered, but still said, “No need to call me uncle—I’m still young. Just call me by my name.”

He had heard that Origin Heavenly Venerable’s daughter was a Yin Spirit.

A Yin Spirit calling him uncle… unthinkable, unthinkable.

“Gao Xiaoyu, why are you pretending to be young?” Ye Chan couldn’t help saying. She looked at Qi Jianjun. “What an adorable child.”

Then she glanced at the tall woman beside her: “Sister Hua, I won’t go upstairs.”

She turned to the Rogue Immortal Venerable: “Xiaoyu, you don’t mind if I sit here, do you?”

The Rogue Immortal Venerable looked at Qi Yuan.

In truth, when he heard Ye Chan call Qi Jianjun a child, he was genuinely afraid that the Yin Spirit powerhouse would strike Ye Chan dead.

“Rogue Immortal Venerable, haha, now I know your real name. From now on, you’ll be online with your real identity,” Qi Yuan said. He hadn’t expected the Rogue Immortal Venerable’s name to be so rogue-like—Gao Xiaoyu, rather feminine.

The Rogue Immortal Venerable gave an awkward smile, but inside he was panicking.

Facing the Origin Heavenly Venerable, his pressure was actually manageable, but facing Qi Jianjun, he was truly panicked.

"Is this your Dao companion? She's quite good-looking." Qi Yuan glanced at Ye Chan and offered a polite compliment.

Ye Chan's face flushed slightly. "Don't talk nonsense."

Qi Yuan wore an expression that said they all understood, patting the Rogue Immortal Venerable on the shoulder. "Step it up, become a father soon."

The Rogue Immortal Venerable was speechless.

Ye Chan, meanwhile, looked at Qi Jianjun, her face a little red, and waved her hand. "Come here, such an adorable little girl. Big sister will give you a meeting gift."

As she spoke, a porcelain-white jade bottle appeared in her palm. "Inside are some candies, they taste great. Have one when you're craving something sweet; they won't upset your stomach."

Seeing this, the Rogue Immortal Venerable kept shooting Ye Chan meaningful glances.

Are you handing out snacks to a Yin God?

Qi Jianjun reached out her hand, ready to take the porcelain bottle.

Just then, an urgent voice rang out: "Xiao Chan, that's the Three Yang Essence Purifying Pill your grandfather gave you—how can you casually give it to a child to eat!"

Hua Jie, who had just gone upstairs, hurried back down, accompanied by a young and handsome Feng Tian.

"It's my thing, and I'll give it to whoever I want." Ye Chan was somewhat displeased with Hua Jie.

Hearing this, Hua Jie was at a loss for words.

At that moment, Feng Tian looked at Qi Yuan. "The child doesn't understand, but you're an adult—don't you either?

The Three Yang Essence Purifying Pill is considered a treasure even for Divine Infant cultivators.

Ye Chan means well, but do you really think you can accept such a thing with peace of mind?"

Qi Yuan smiled. "I've never claimed to understand."

As he spoke, he directly took the porcelain bottle from Ye Chan's hand.

He opened the bottle wide, and a fragrant aroma immediately wafted out.

"Come, Jianjun, time for candy."

Qi Jianjun grabbed a handful of pills with her small hand and stuffed them into her little mouth. "Tastes good."

Hua Jie and Feng Tian were utterly stunned at the sight.

Especially Hua Jie, who kept shaking her head. "Such a waste, such a waste."

Such precious pills, given to a child to eat.

Feng Tian glanced at Qi Yuan. "I will report this to the great cultivator Ye Chen."

He then glared fiercely at the Rogue Immortal Venerable. "Colluding with outsiders, deceiving—"

"Enough!" Ye Chan coldly stared at Feng Tian and Hua Jie. "I'll do as I please. Are you my son, to care so much about me?"

Feng Tian was momentarily speechless.

Hua Jie's face shifted between pale and red, and finally her tone softened. "Xiao Chan, we're just afraid you'll be deceived."

The atmosphere on the scene grew tense.

Just then, Qi Yuan spoke up. "Rogue Immortal Venerable, we'll talk later. I need to go kill someone."

Qi Jianjun held Qi Yuan's hand with her small one, like a little follower. "Goodbye, uncle and sister."

His funeral band was late, so he had to go kill someone.

Hearing this, Ye Chan was a bit bewildered.

How did the conversation suddenly turn to killing?

Feng Tian and Hua Jie were also taken aback.

At that moment, a familiar sound suddenly rang out in the sky.

The desolate wail of the suona, like the sigh of a deity, echoed throughout the entire city.

Everyone present immediately had their attention drawn to it.

"The Blood-Robed Sword God has come to kill!"

Earlier this morning, they had received news that the Blood-Robed Sword God was here to kill someone.

With such a major event, they had certainly come early to watch.

At this moment, who knew how many experts were secretly hidden in this city.

Even the elusive Zi Mansion, who had always been in seclusion, might have shown up just to catch a glimpse of the legendary Yin God.

That was the mighty Yin God who had destroyed the Bright Palace and slain the Poor Venerable and the Affectionate Venerable!

At the very least, a being who had taken two steps into the heavens.

"Let's go, up to the rooftop to watch!" Ye Chan, no longer bothered by the earlier matter, prepared to take the Rogue Immortal Venerable and Qi Yuan to see the excitement.

"I have to go kill someone." Qi Yuan, holding Qi Jianjun's hand, vanished from sight.

Ye Chan was stunned for a moment, but ultimately went with the Rogue Immortal Venerable to watch the spectacle.

By now, the cultivators of this great city had almost all gathered together.

They looked up at the dozen or so Zi Mansion cultivators in the sky, their faces filled with awe.

"Using Zi Mansion cultivators as a band—this Blood-Robed Sword God sure knows how to make an entrance!"

"Shh, don't speak ill of the Venerable, or else—"

"No, I'm not speaking ill, I'm praising, praising!"

"I never thought I'd live to hear Zi Mansion cultivators play music and see the legendary Yin God!"

Ye Chan stood on the tavern rooftop, her eyes sparkling. "Gao Xiaoyu, what do you think the Blood-Robed Sword God looks like? Is he cold and distant, the kind who keeps everyone at arm's length?

I heard he has a daughter who's also a Yin God—that's terrifying."

The Rogue Immortal Venerable said nothing. He wanted to say that you've already met the Blood-Robed Sword God, and you even gave his Yin God daughter candy.

But then he thought better of it and decided not to bother, since they'd see him soon enough anyway.

(End of chapter)