Chapter 295: Mixed and Pure Bloodlines

Chapter 295: Mixed and Pure Bloodlines

"The power of this punch... not bad."

The Explosive Killing Bird Fist was powerful enough to kill a bird with a single blow.

"Without any other means, this punch... could almost kill someone of the same weight class," Qi Yuan murmured.

This kind of power was actually terrifying among martial artists.

For instance, Wang Shiqiao's best friend Xing Yu had also obtained a martial artist certification, but even using her innate martial skill, she couldn't kill someone of the same level with a single punch.

Killing a person with a fist, and not even hitting a vital spot, was quite rare.

"However, relying solely on martial arts, I'm still far from Yang Shan."

Qi Yuan silently analyzed his own strength.

In terms of technique, Qi Yuan far surpassed Yang Shan.

But in strength, defense, and physical fitness, Yang Shan exceeded Qi Yuan by a large margin.

For example, even if Qi Yuan knew how to block, he couldn't react in time.

Of course, this was only considering Qi Yuan's current physical condition.

His body had been cursed from the start, making him even weaker than an ordinary person.

Although he practiced immortal cultivation, his physique was still only comparable to that of an average person.

"Now that I've reached the seventh layer, it's time to take the secret substance."

The next day, the sun's rays filtered through the curtains, scattering a pile of fragmented shadows on the floor.

Qi Yuan sat in the living room, eating breakfast prepared by Ling Yi.

As an intelligent robot, Ling Yi could make simple breakfasts and standard meals.

Qi Yuan's meal was very light: a bowl of plain congee, a few radish-filled buns, and a salted egg.

"Next time, add more meat. I'm still growing," Qi Yuan said casually.

Although the room was filled with various herbs and sea monsters,

those were cultivation resources, and eating too much of them became tiresome.

Besides, Qi Yuan trained in martial arts daily and consumed a lot of energy.

"Understood," the robot Ling Yi replied, storing the new command.

About ten minutes later, the dishes on the table were all cleared away by the robot.

A smile appeared on Qi Yuan's face. "Actually, this kind of robot is quite interesting—comparable to a puppet."

In the Canglan Realm, there was the art of puppetry, used to create puppets.

The puppets produced were far more intelligent than Ling Yi.

Some high-level spiritual artifacts and magical treasures could even awaken spirituality and develop consciousness.

For example... Qi Yuan's daughter, Qi Jianjun, could to some extent be considered a magical treasure.

"Should I modify Ling Yi? Right now... it's a bit stupid, and its combat power is almost zero," Qi Yuan mused.

"If I create ten thousand puppets, have them pretend to be humans, and send them to work in electronics factories, wouldn't that mean I net tens of millions a month?"

Qi Yuan was a bit tempted.

But then he thought it was unrealistic.

Ten thousand puppets—how many materials would that require?

He was also too lazy to make puppets.

"Just Ling Yi alone—I could indeed modify it a little.

With some combat power, it could watch my house when I'm away."

The house given by Kuanghuan was filled with a bunch of useful plants and sea monsters.

At his current low cultivation level, Qi Yuan couldn't create storage pouches.

Just as he was thinking this, the doorbell rang.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Kuanghuan, dressed in a black jacket, entered the room.

His face bore a respectful expression, a far cry from the arrogant arms dealer he was outside.

In his hand, he carried a large box.

"Mr. Qi, I've brought the secret substance you requested. Is it enough for your use?"

In front of Qi Yuan, Kuanghuan had no airs at all.

First, the way Qi Yuan had killed Zhao Renji was too eerie and powerful. After investigating, Kuanghuan found that ordinary methods couldn't achieve such a feat.

Second, during this period, under Qi Yuan's guidance, his immortal cultivation had finally shown progress.

Last night, he had even managed to produce a small flame from his fingertip.

Although that flame was smaller than the one from a lighter and could be blown out with a single breath,

it was still the first flame he had personally refined.

He had kept this joy hidden in his heart, not daring to share it with anyone.

Even when others asked, he said he hadn't succeeded.

"Are these the secret substances?"

Qi Yuan opened the box, revealing rows of glass containers.

Inside the containers were dried meat products that resembled beef jerky.

"Is this... sea monster meat?"

Qi Yuan recognized the main ingredient of the secret substance at a glance—it was indeed sea monster meat.

No wonder martial artists' training was so expensive.

Xing Yu spent hundreds of thousands a month on secret substances.

If it was sea monster meat, it was indeed worth that price.

"Mr. Qi has good eyes. I've also looked into information about secret substances recently.

The main ingredient is indeed sea monster meat," Kuanghuan said.

He had briefly understood martial arts before, but not in great depth.

As for secret substances, he had only investigated them after Qi Yuan's instructions.

He hadn't known before; now that he did, he was shocked.

It turned out that the secret objects used in the martial arts world were the forbidden sea monsters.

This also cleared up many doubts in Huan Kuang's heart.

In Qinyuan Kingdom, ordinary martial artists either became internet celebrities or entered the system, and within the system, the most common destination was the navy.

As for using forbidden sea monsters as secret objects, even if the higher-ups knew, they would say nothing.

Generally, those who chose to practice martial arts came from families with some money.

Using martial arts to stimulate their consumption and let wealth circulate could be considered a good thing.

Perhaps the largest producer of the forbidden secret objects was some big shot among the higher-ups.

After all, how much money could the entire secret object business of Qinyuan Kingdom make?

It was an astronomical figure.

“So the martial arts... are deeply connected with sea monsters.”

Qi Yuan picked up a piece of dried sea monster, put it into his mouth, and chewed slowly.

The taste was somewhat like dried fruit, salty with a hint of sweetness.

Clearly, the secret object was not simple sea monster meat; it had many added ingredients.

“Indeed... is it blood?”

After replenishing with the secret object, Qi Yuan felt that the greatest improvement was a slight warmth in his blood.

Of course, this degree of warmth was undetectable by the martial artists of this world.

Qi Yuan also gained a deeper understanding of the martial arts of this world.

“However... everyone's bloodline origin is different. Ordinary secret objects... replenish with miscellaneous blood... This can indeed improve martial arts cultivation, but it also... clogs the self.”

Yang Shan had said that in ancient times, besides innate martial skills, powerful martial artists also had innate killing moves.

But ordinary people who consumed all kinds of chaotic secret objects had various bloodlines fused within their bodies, leading to impure and mixed bloodlines, unable to form their own innate killing moves.

Simply put, Qi Yuan had deduced most of the path below innate killing moves in this world's martial arts.

Huan Kuang listened attentively beside him, but understood nothing.

“Tastes good, quite nutritious.”

Although the bloodline was mixed, Qi Yuan still ate the secret object. The cultivation of martial arts was inseparable from secret objects.

If one did not strengthen the bloodline, cultivation would be difficult, and the techniques would hardly advance.

To avoid a mixed bloodline, one had to do as before—devour a mutated sea monster, and one of the same bloodline origin.

Unfortunately, such sea monsters were hard to come by.

So Qi Yuan felt that when he reached the end of his martial arts cultivation, he would then consider the matter of pure bloodline.

And although consuming secret objects would make one's bloodline “chaotic,” Qi Yuan had the Devouring Origin Body, so his blood would not truly become “chaotic.”

“How's your immortal cultivation going?” After finishing the secret object, Qi Yuan looked at Huan Kuang and asked.

“I can already... emit a wisp of flame!” Mentioning this, Huan Kuang was very excited, finally having someone to talk to.

With his voice, a faint little flame appeared in his hand.

However, this little flame was too weak.

“Not bad, you finally have a skill. If your family falls on hard times, you could become a magician and earn quite a bit of money.” Qi Yuan praised earnestly.

Indeed, those who followed him all had bright futures.

Even if Huan Kuang lost his job later, he could still be a magician.

“I've improved your technique a bit more; it's fine for cultivating up to Foundation Establishment.

I need some materials recently; help me prepare them.”

Qi Yuan gave Huan Kuang the subsequent part of the “Super Invincible Somewhat Explosive Art.”

He also listed the materials he needed one by one.

This time, besides cultivation resources, he added some materials for making puppets and Foundation Establishment spiritual items.

This world had no Foundation Establishment spiritual items, so Qi Yuan would nurture them himself.

Calculating the time, he would start Foundation Establishment in a little over a month.

Within half a year, he would step into Yuan Dan.

At that time, he would be able to bring Ning Tao down.

“Alright, I'll have someone arrange it immediately.” Huan Kuang thought of something and said solemnly, “Mr. Qi, I may not be able to deliver the goods in person for a while.

Recently, Wugui Kingdom and Yuelang Kingdom have gone to war again, and I need to transport a batch of arms to support Yuelang.”

Huan Kuang's business was arms trade.

In fact, he was also a member of the Qinyuan Kingdom military, helping to dump some weapons.

Now Yuelang was a kingdom propped up by Qinyuan, and it had gone to war with Wugui again.

Orders came from above; Huan Kuang might have to stay in Yuelang for the next few months, or even years.

“Fine, as long as I don't lack what I need.” Qi Yuan was completely indifferent to this.

The war between Yuelang and Wugui was not unexpected.

The trending topics in recent days had already exposed many inhumane facts about Wugui.

Wugui and Yuelang were at daggers drawn, with no choice but to fight.

Even if the two kingdoms didn't want to fight, Qinyuan and Guwu would not allow it.

“Rest assured, Mr. Qi, I will make sure the materials you need are arranged!” Huan Kuang replied earnestly.

“Alas, it's a pity I'm not a demonic cultivator and don't have a Ten Thousand Soul Banner; otherwise, on the battlefield, I could collect many remnant souls,” Qi Yuan thought to himself.

Mortals have no primordial spirit; when they die, they die.

But immortal cultivators could extract and refine remnant souls from the dead, summoning them into the Ten Thousand Soul Banner as a magical artifact.

“Ten Thousand Soul Banner... what is that?” Huan Kuang asked in confusion.

“Well... most cultivators who use the Ten Thousand Soul Banner are evil cultivators. If you see one, run as far as you can.”

Qi Yuan considered himself lawful good, respectful of the law, and even gave up his seat to elderly people on the bus; he despised evil cultivators in his heart.

“I'll remember that.” How could Huan Kuang not remember Qi Yuan's instructions?

Qi Yuan was a legendary immortal cultivator.

One month later.

In the Mingwu Martial Arts Hall, Qi Yuan was cultivating.

Now, he had already cultivated the Mingwu Resonance Fist to the ninth layer.

Compared to when he first entered the martial arts hall, his spirit and energy were much better.

When he threw a punch, it was full of vigor and ferocity.

Beside them, the students of Mingwu Martial Arts School sat together chatting idly.

Wang Shiqiao in particular, legs crossed, smoked a slim cigarette, utterly careless of her image.

“Rich lady Xing, lend me some cash to spend, won’t you? I heard you got a cut of 170 million this time!” Wang Shiqiao looked at Xing Yu, her eyes brimming with envy.

Just half a month ago, Xing Yu’s husband, over seventy, had finally passed away.

The inheritance was divided, and Xing Yu received 170 million.

To the students present, 170 million was no small sum.

After all, among so many students, aside from Xu Tiehua, no one could produce 170 million in cash.

Xing Yu was considered a wealthy woman even among the students.

“Don’t you eye my money; I’ve already planned to donate a school in the town.” As Xing Yu mentioned this, a gratified smile appeared in her eyes.

She came from a small town, and her family circumstances were quite ordinary.

Though called a town, its population was actually smaller than that of a village on Blue Star.

The school was also extremely dilapidated.

Back then, when Xing Yu was admitted to a key university, the whole town gave her many gifts.

It could be said that most of Xing Yu’s university tuition was paid by the townspeople.

Tuition at Qinyuan’s universities, especially key ones, was very high—at least several hundred thousand a year.

Many children from poor families, even if admitted to key universities, had no money to study and could only resort to high-interest student loans.

The townspeople of Xing Yu’s town were very kind, pooling together her tuition, so she could afford university.

Xing Yu was deeply grateful to the townspeople.

Thus, after becoming successful, she never forgot to support the town.

This time, upon inheriting the estate, besides donating a school to her hometown, she also planned to establish a company, using Tianyue’s resources to help her fellow townspeople.

“You’ve only got 170 million, and you’re squandering it like this; be careful you don’t blow through it in a few years,” Wang Shiqiao couldn’t help but remark.

“Don’t worry, I’ve kept twenty million untouched. Even if I fail, I can just be an ordinary person,” Xing Yu said with a smile.

To her husband’s son, she was a gold digger, shameless and brazen, but to the folks in her town, she was undoubtedly successful and grateful.

“Twenty million isn’t enough; the international situation is so complicated now.

Yuelang and Wugui are at war again. Damn Guiran people, never doing anything decent!”

“Especially the leader of Wugui—yesterday he even threatened to retaliate against our Qinyuan.

Just a dog of Guwu, yet so bold!” Wang Shiqiao stubbed out her cigarette; mentioning the Guiran people made her angry, her breasts aching.

Last night, she had traded insults with a Guiran person online for dozens of comments.

It infuriated her so much she wished she could enlist directly to support Yuelang.

Of course, that was just a thought; enlisting was out of the question.

“You’d better stop arguing with others online; you can’t win anyway,” Xing Yu laughed.

She and Wang Shiqiao were roommates, and she knew Wang Shiqiao’s temperament—she could tell she had been quarreling online last night.

“I just want to vent that anger. That bastard is so disgusting—as a soldier, he tortures and kills civilians, not only unashamed but proud of it, even posting videos to show off!

We’re all human—how can they be so vile?”

“They’re not ordinary humans. Doesn’t their leader claim the Guiran people are the remnants left on Gongxing from Canxing?

They think their bloodline is noble; they don’t see us as their own.”

In the martial arts school, everyone was talking, discussing the war between Yuelang and Wugui.

At that moment, Qi Yuan raised an eyebrow and stopped his movements: “Wang Shiqiao, looks like you’re not up to it. If anyone cursed me online, I’d follow the internet cable and go beat them to death!”

Qi Yuan had done such things many times.

“Haha, you’re so tough, then go beat to death the person who cursed me last night!” Hearing Qi Yuan speak, Wang Shiqiao laughed.

“It’s not me they cursed; I can’t be bothered,” Qi Yuan shrugged.

“If you bring me his head, I’ll give you a million!” Wang Shiqiao joked.

Anyway, it was all in jest—anything goes.

(Chapter End)