Chapter 310: Isn't This Your Wife?

Chapter 310: Isn't That Your Wife?

Within the Martial Alliance branch, a stir arose.

Qi Yuan's martial prowess, even among the pinnacle of martial arts, was no ordinary kind.

More importantly, he was still so young.

Immediately, many martial artists from the alliance came forward, hoping to befriend Qi Yuan.

However, Qi Yuan had no interest in such things.

He casually said, "The water in the hotel is boiling; I need to hurry back to soak my instant noodles."

With that, he turned and left the Martial Alliance branch.

The other martial artists watched this scene, exchanging bewildered glances.

Many who had seen Qi Yuan outside today also wore strange expressions.

"This martial artist... is a bit odd."

"If I recall correctly, he seems to have a mental illness certificate."

"Ah? Judging by his behavior, he really does seem ill?"

"Could he have damaged his brain from training?"

"God opened a window for him but shut his door."

The martial artists' gazes toward Qi Yuan shifted from envy to pity.

High martial talent was indeed enviable.

But... if he had a mental illness, what good was such talent?

Strong as he was, without his own will, he would at most become a puppet in others' hands, a tool for profit.

Thus, having a sound mind was still what mattered.

Qi Yuan left the Martial Alliance branch, and Beihe Han Xianyun followed him out.

Yang Shan, having acquaintances in the branch, stayed behind to chat with old friends.

Beihe Han Xianyun, meanwhile, walked alongside Qi Yuan as they departed together.

At that moment, countless doubts churned in Beihe Han Xianyun's heart.

"Your martial talent surpasses even mine—could you be a second Luo Bufan?"

Han Xianyun stood shoulder to shoulder with Qi Yuan.

After all, for centuries, no one in the martial world had broken the limits of martial arts.

If Qi Yuan did so, it would be a monumental event shaking the entire martial realm.

"My talent is actually quite ordinary; I've become this strong purely through my own effort!" Qi Yuan said truthfully.

His martial talent had always been merely average.

His strength came from how hard he grinded in games.

"You're being modest. In ordinary circles, effort does work, but the martial world is a place that feeds on talent.

The gap between people is greater than that between humans and dogs," Han Xianyun said.

Han Xianyun came from an old aristocratic family.

However, he had an older brother.

The "throne" belonged to his elder brother, so he... could not actively enter his brother's circle and instead mingled in niche circles like the martial world.

This was also a form of self-preservation.

After all, his brother was thirteen years older and in his prime; if he harbored thoughts of contention, how could he win?

The Qi Yuan before him felt special, somehow mysterious.

And that fortune-teller from before had also been cryptic.

At first, he thought it was a trap set for him.

But now, it didn't seem so.

"The martial arts tournament is still some time away. Will you be in Longtai during this period?

Want me to be your guide and show you around Longtai?

Longtai has many sacred sites for martial arts—a fine place for us martial artists.

Don't think that just because you're strong now, you're sure to win the tournament.

This time, come with me to see the relics of the ancients; it might even advance your martial arts."

Beihe Han Xianyun was quite enthusiastic.

He also planned to use this time to uncover Qi Yuan's background.

"That could work. Once I'm married, I'll definitely go on a honeymoon trip," Qi Yuan replied.

But his answer had nothing to do with Han Xianyun's words—it was utter nonsense.

Han Xianyun paused, recalling the mental illness certificate Qi Yuan had pulled out earlier and the gossip at the branch.

Could Qi Yuan... actually have a mental illness?

Otherwise, why was communication so difficult?

Thinking of something, Han Xianyun quickly asked, "Who goes to the hospital every day?"

Qi Yuan paused, looking at Han Xianyun as if he were an idiot: "You've been watching too many videos. My mental illness is fake, not real."

Hearing this, Han Xianyun breathed a sigh of relief—a real mental patient wouldn't say that.

"I see, I misunderstood."

"As for who goes to the hospital every day... no one, not even Pangu," Qi Yuan answered.

How long and vast are the ages.

Hospitals aren't always around.

How could anyone go to the hospital every day?

For instance, before heaven and earth were separated, who ever went to a hospital?

Hearing this, Han Xianyun was baffled again.

Wasn't it a fake mental illness?

Why was his speech so disjointed?

Sick, definitely sick!

Just then, Han Xianyun suddenly paused: "Did you hear a strange sound?"

As he spoke, he looked toward the alley ahead.

The alley was empty, silent and still.

But for some reason, he always felt that just a moment ago, a peculiar sound had come from over there.

“A sound?”

Qi Yuan’s gaze also turned toward that alley, his eyes tinged with curiosity.

“I didn’t hear it, but… we can go take a look.”

Qi Yuan truly hadn’t heard any strange noise.

Yet as he followed Han Xianyun’s gaze, he sensed something amiss.

“Alright.”

Han Xianyun thought for a moment, then without hesitation, he and Qi Yuan headed straight for the narrow alley.

The alley was not wide, and rather dirty; beside a flowerpot not far off, there was a dried dog turd on the ground, its moisture and color suggesting it had been there for some time.

Beihe Han Xianyun swept his eyes around and broke into a smile: “Seems it was just my imagination. I’ve always… had a tendency to hear things.

Sometimes I often catch some odd sounds, and when I run over… there’s nothing there.”

Han Xianyun had suffered from auditory hallucinations since childhood.

At first, he even thought he might be some chosen one, able to hear what ordinary people could not.

But after a hospital check-up, well… there was a minor issue with his ears.

“Maybe it’s not a hallucination—maybe your bloodline concentration is… rather high?” Qi Yuan said casually.

“What do you mean?” Han Xianyun didn’t understand.

“You’ve opened your third eye!” Qi Yuan said with a chuckle.

“You sure can talk. If I’d opened my third eye, where are the ghosts?

Where? I’m not married yet, I’m short a wife—come on, a ghost, let me marry one!” Han Xianyun dismissed it lightly.

“Even one with two big horns and three meters tall… would that do?” Qi Yuan stared ahead, a strange look in his eyes.

“Never mind two big horns, even if it’s covered in chest hair, I’d take it!

That’s a ghost, a rare thing—marrying a ghost as a wife, what a blessing!” Han Xianyun grew more excited as he spoke, sounding like he meant it.

But as he talked on, he suddenly sensed something odd.

It was as if his body had touched some viscous liquid, turning sluggish and hard to move.

Perplexed, he then felt a chill on his forehead.

“What’s going on?”

He wiped his forehead with his hand and looked at his palm.

Suddenly, terror spread across his face: “Blood!”

In his hand, there was blood—dense, copious blood.

At that moment, Qi Yuan stood right beside Han Xianyun, a curious expression on his face: “So this game really does have hidden maps. No… this probably isn’t a hidden map yet…”

“What are you talking about?” Han Xianyun was frantic now.

Because he felt his body growing stiff and numb.

His forehead was wet, as if blood kept dripping down.

“Look up quickly—there’s the ghost wife you wanted to marry.

But then… it doesn’t seem to be a ghost.”

Qi Yuan’s voice came, and Han Xianyun instinctively looked up.

But the next second, his eyes went wide, and he swallowed hard: “What… is that? If that’s my wife, wouldn’t my ass…”

Above, a terrifying giant beast, black and red, stood upright.

On its head were two bull horns; its black flesh was covered in lumps, revealing blood-red flesh buds beneath.

In its hand it held a huge axe, from which blood dripped.

Qi Yuan glanced at Han Xianyun: “You’re a bit crude. In a situation like this, you still say such disgusting words—is there something wrong with your head?”

“Your head’s the problem! This is a normal reaction, okay?” Han Xianyun stared at the monstrous giant, his legs trembling, “What kind of monster is this, and… where are we?”

Just then, a weak voice came: “How did you two end up here?

I see—your bloodline concentration is high enough, and this place is too close to reality.

You accidentally brought him in with you.”

Han Xianyun looked over and saw the fortune-teller from before.

The fortune-teller now looked utterly wretched.

Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth; there was a bloody gash on his abdomen, through which his intestines were faintly visible.

The fortune-teller, Yu Xiu, spoke feebly: “This is the Executioner Axe Mose. My curse hasn’t lifted yet, and it’s here to execute me.

It possesses terrifying divine power—one axe can split a small hill in two. It’s a monstrous beast from mythology!” Han Xianyun blinked, staring at the wound on Yu Xiu’s belly.

If it’s so powerful, one axe splitting a hill, why did it only leave such a wound on your lower abdomen?

You’re pretty tough too?

As if reading Han Xianyun’s expression, Yu Xiu felt a surge of complicated emotions—this Han Xianyun seemed to have a screw loose.

“I am the condemned, to suffer thirty-seven axe strikes, each wound constant, only the last blow fatal.

But you two… blundering into the execution ground—this is disastrous. It will enrage Axe Mose.

It will slaughter us all!”

During an execution, generally speaking, the condemned had a thirty percent chance of death.

But those who blundered in were doomed without exception.

Thus, many people would exploit this rule, luring their enemies into the execution space, using the executioner…

Hearing this, Han Xianyun’s face turned pale. He stared at the terrifying giant with twin horns, terror-stricken: “Damn it, I haven’t even married yet, I don’t want to die!”

Beside him, Qi Yuan smiled, pointed at the Axe Mose, and said softly, “Isn’t this the wife you’ve been longing for?

Just a moment ago, outside, you said you wanted to marry it and take it home!”

“I…” Han Xianyun swallowed hard, unable to speak.

Not far away, Yu Xiu heard this and, if not for his injuries, would have given Han Xianyun a thumbs-up and said, “You really are starving!”

That’s the Executioner Axe Mose!

And at that moment, Axe Mose seemed to understand their conversation.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted.

Boom!

A powerful shockwave burst forth and swept through.

The entire space was instantly filled with that roar, echoing endlessly.

Qi Yuan's eyes blazed with excitement: "This... is martial arts!"

Yes, he saw at a glance that the other's methods stemmed from the same lineage as martial arts.

This attack was unmistakably a sonic assault.

An attack of this level naturally had no effect on Qi Yuan.

But beside him, Han Xianyun and Yu Xiu, not far away, were shaken unconscious by the sound waves, now fallen into a stupor.

Fuomos, gripping his great axe, his body like a small mountain, advanced toward Qi Yuan.

The entire space echoed with a ceaseless thumping sound.

Fuomos was like a cold, merciless warrior, devoid of any emotion, intent only on destroying the enemy before him.

Now, Qi Yuan looked at the terrifying beast, three meters tall, and a smile crept onto his face: "You want to fight me one-on-one?"

Fuomos paid no heed and continued walking toward Qi Yuan.

At that moment, Qi Yuan raised his hand: "Stop! Let's fight later!"

Fuomos, as if deaf, kept approaching Qi Yuan.

Now, Qi Yuan glanced at Han Xianyun on the ground and the unconscious Yu Xiu, and said with reluctance: "This is so unfair. Why am I fighting for my life here while they sleep like logs?

What, am I supposed to kill your wife here before they slowly wake up? Where in the world is there such a good deal?

And when they wake up, they'll probably suspect I killed the monster!"

Qi Yuan was disgruntled.

Everyone had faced danger.

But the weaklings got knocked out by the sonic attack, leaving him to handle it alone.

This was too unfair.

"Wake up!"

With that, Qi Yuan let out a mighty roar.

Suddenly, it was as if a thunderclap resounded through the space.

Han Xianyun's eyes were still closed, his mind still unconscious, but his body was jolted upright by the sound, his hair standing on end.

Yu Xiu, not far away, was in the same state.

Qi Yuan's voice relentlessly pounded the ears of the two.

This assault was even harsher than Fuomos's attack on them.

Finally, after about two breaths, Yu Xiu and Han Xianyun opened their eyes.

"What happened? Did I faint?" Han Xianyun was dazed, a long-lost memory flooding back. He stared wide-eyed at Qi Yuan not far away. "I just had a dream—I dreamed I had an awesome wife!"

Yu Xiu also felt as if he had slept for a long time.

He was utterly bewildered.

Fuomos's sonic attack could put someone to sleep for a whole day and night, impossible to wake.

Even high-level artifacts couldn't rouse them—how had he awakened?

"Your awesome wife is still here, you know?" Qi Yuan pointed ahead.

Han Xianyun looked over, and his groggy head snapped to alertness.

His eyes widened: "The dream is real!"

At that moment, Qi Yuan turned to Fuomos and continued: "Alright, we can keep fighting now. I've woken up my backup."

Qi Yuan clapped his hands.

Three against one—that was more interesting.

Him fighting solo while his teammates slept—no way.

"Han Xianyun, hurry up and fight your awesome wife," Qi Yuan said from the side.

Han Xianyun's legs trembled, as if recalling how this terrifying monster had knocked him out with a single sonic blast.

How could he possibly fight?

Yu Xiu had also lost all combat effectiveness, feeling that today's events were far too strange.

"You two are such dead weight," Qi Yuan sighed. "Seeing you both knocked out by him, I had to take him on alone.

It felt unbalanced—why should I fight tooth and nail while you two sleep?

So I woke you up, and... this is all you've got?"

Han Xianyun: "???"

Yu Xiu was also stunned.

Something was terribly off.

"Ah, it seems you don't want to be a wife-beater, don't like hitting your spouse.

Fine, I'll beat your wife for you, and you can cheer me on from the sidelines, how about that?

Today, I'll stoop a little and let you be my cheerleader."

As Qi Yuan spoke, he looked at Fuomos and stepped forward.

Yu Xiu's eyes flashed with a sharp glint.

He thought of the shattered blood compass.

Could it be...?

Meanwhile, Han Xianyun, trembling and dazed, could only force himself to say: "I'm no good at fighting, but cheering—I'm all for it!"

He dared not face that terrifying beast.

Too many bizarre things had happened today; his mind had short-circuited.

He could only speak on instinct, following his gut.

In his heart, he also wondered—Qi Yuan was merely at the peak of martial arts—how could he fight this fearsome monster?

"I have a sword—kill!"

But then, Qi Yuan let out a mighty shout.

The entire space was suddenly flooded with crimson light.

A blood-red long sword, as if from the depths of the stars, descended into Qi Yuan's hand.

Qi Yuan gripped the blood-colored blade, like a peerless sword immortal.

"This... this... this..."

Han Xianyun's eyes widened, his heart filled with shock and joy.

"The video was real—you annihilated the three-thousand-man camp?"

This familiar sword, this familiar sword-light—wasn't it exactly what was in the video?

It was actually true!

And... this master was none other than the Qi Yuan he knew so well.

Bro... how did you secretly start cultivating immortality?

An immortal cultivator... attending a martial arts tournament?

This is...

He had no time to think further, for suddenly, within the entire space, a red light flashed once more.

A colossal longsword slashed diagonally toward Axmos.

The terrifying Axmos leaped abruptly, soaring a hundred meters into the air, his massive axe swinging downward.

A single strike of that axe could shatter a small mountain.

Yu Xiu’s eyes were filled with sheer terror.

Such a blow—who could withstand it?

Yet in the next instant, he was stunned.

A blood-red radiance burst forth as Qi Yuan’s sword and Axmos’s axe collided in that moment.

Yu Xiu had expected Axmos to gain the upper hand, but events unfolded far from his predictions.

He saw Axmos in the sky—his body suddenly split in two, then into four, then eight... more and more, smaller and smaller, finer and finer...

A rain of blood mist began to fall from the heavens.

This was... Qi Yuan’s single sword strike.

Faced with that one blow, Axmos had no power to resist whatsoever.

Yu Xiu was shaken to his core: "This is... a god!"

A sword strike capable of killing the punished—who else but a god could do this?

Only a god possessed such majestic power.

He understood now. No wonder the Blood Compass had shattered.

Because he had been divining the fate of a god.

Yet he was puzzled—why would a god... be stranded in the mortal world?

His mind was in turmoil, filled with deep reverence.

At that moment, Qi Yuan sheathed his sword, his robes fluttering like a banished immortal. He looked at the man nearby and spoke, his voice ethereal as an orchid’s breath.

"Han Xianyun, your wife is bleeding."

Han Xianyun: "..."

(The End)