Chapter 333: Tentacles of the Ten Thousand Monster Realm

Chapter 333: The Tentacles of the Myriad Demon Realm

On the arena, Qi Yuan stood against the wind, his figure tall and straight, his heart quite elated.

At the First National Martial Arts Tournament, he had emerged victorious.

After winning the championship, he would become a celebrity.

Endorsements, commercial performances—if he wished, they could come endlessly.

The trajectory of his life was thus altered.

But at this moment, the entire scene of the martial arts tournament was filled with bewilderment.

"Fire?"

"Where is he?"

"Blown into a mist of blood?"

"Is this still the martial arts I knew?"

In the blink of an eye, the battle between Qi Yuan and Zhang Yang had defied everyone's expectations.

At first, Zhang Yang's exploding clothes displayed a brutal strength, though baffling, still within the realm of what the crowd could accept.

Then, fists bursting into flames—what was that?

Had he brought technology onto the arena?

And later, Zhang Yang, with his flaming fists, was directly punched to pieces by Qi Yuan, turning into a mist of blood.

What was this again?

Bewilderment, doubt, shock...

"Are we sure this isn't a movie?"

"A magic trick?"

"How could a living person be beaten into a mist of blood?"

"This is highly unscientific!"

Not only were the spectators confused, but even the organizers of the martial arts tournament were stunned.

A high-ranking official with a Mediterranean hairline stood up, still wearing an expression of bewilderment, yet he still said loudly, "Stop the live broadcast immediately!"

The live broadcast of the martial arts tournament was delayed by three minutes.

In the event of such an accident, based on past experience, all that was needed was to cut the feed.

But just then, a complex voice came through: "Continue the broadcast. Follow the rules as usual."

Hearing this voice, the Mediterranean high-ranking official was puzzled: "Such an accident might cause panic and bring unnecessary trouble to society."

This official was also aware of the existence of the Immortal Path.

The upper echelons, it seemed, were not yet prepared to announce this to ordinary people.

Of course, what puzzled him most was that Qi Yuan's technique was clearly martial arts.

How, then, could he defeat Zhang Yang, who had used immortal arts?

"Panic is unimportant; the rules are paramount. Everything must follow the rules!" The young voice grew more emphatic.

This made the Mediterranean official feel somewhat indignant.

These damn second-generation brats, suddenly parachuting in as the general director of the martial arts tournament, not only lacked foresight.

Could something like this be leaked?

And rules are paramount?

Rules are nothing but bullshit!

Grumbling inwardly, the Mediterranean official dared not contradict.

At that moment, an old man wore an expression uglier than if his mother had died: "It's over, Zhang Yang is dead... Will the Zhang family implicate us?"

Once, Qi Yuan had displayed extraordinary martial arts talent, nearly breaking the limits of martial arts.

He had thought highly of Qi Yuan and wanted to talk with him, but was rebuffed and never met him.

He already harbored dissatisfaction with this arrogant genius.

Later, upon learning of the Immortal Path, his attention was completely drawn to Zhang Yang.

As for breaking the limits of martial arts—what was that?

It wasn't even fit to polish the shoes of the Immortal Path!

So he had ingratiated himself with Zhang Yang, hoping through him to gain access to the Immortal Path.

Thinking of this, the old man suddenly stood up: "Sir, this boy killed Zhang Yang on the arena. He should be locked up and handed over to the Zhang family for an explanation!"

Zhang Yang held a high position in the Zhang family.

The Zhang family was a prominent clan with great influence.

With Zhang Yang dead, he had no idea how to account to the Zhang family.

The young man's gaze suddenly turned sharp: "On the arena, life and death are determined by fate. Everything must follow the rules.

Zhang Yang is dead... so be it. That is the rule of the arena."

Seeing this, the old man grew anxious: "But we must give the Zhang family an explanation!"

The Mediterranean official then chimed in sarcastically: "If the Zhang family takes offense, I'm afraid even you, sir, may not be able to bear the consequences."

This young man had parachuted in with some status.

But as the general director of a martial arts tournament, how much status could that be?

Compared to the Zhang family, it was probably far inferior.

The young man's gaze turned icy: "It seems you two need to go to prison to have your brains washed.

As for the Zhang family, I will notify them personally. Let's see if they... dare to demand an explanation!"

As the young man finished speaking, several fully armed soldiers appeared, their guns aimed at the Mediterranean official and the old man.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

"Zhang Mingyuan, I hear your Zhang family... needs an explanation?"

The young man spoke in a tone of reproach, quite displeased.

"I need your Zhang family to give me an explanation!"

Not far away, the Mediterranean official and the old man heard this and their faces changed drastically.

Especially the obsequious voice of Zhang Mingyuan, the head of the Zhang family, on the phone—it shocked and bewildered them.

Clearly, it was a member of the Zhang family who had died, yet why was the family head so humble, as if walking on eggshells?

Suddenly, the Mediterranean official and the old man looked at the man on the arena, a glimmer of shock in their eyes.

Could it be...

……

"Finally won the championship."

In the hotel, Qi Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

At last, there was progress on this game's task.

Goldfinch sat nearby, seemingly watching the broadcast, with little stars sparkling in her eyes.

"Not bad, Blood Bead, that punch of yours was pretty cool."

She said, then glanced at Qi Yuan not far away, as if comparing him to the one in the video.

"Don't you think it might be bad that we skipped the interview and just fled? What if the organizers cause trouble and revoke my championship?" Qi Yuan asked cautiously.

After winning, one is supposed to give an interview and a speech.

When he was the Blood-Robed Sword God, Qi Yuan was quite eloquent.

He could spout grand principles in a smooth, practiced manner.

But that was behind a screen, not face-to-face.

Naturally, Qi Yuan could talk the talk.

In reality, though, he wasn't very good with words.

When faced with an enemy, he even had a touch of social anxiety—especially when the enemy launched into a long-winded monologue; he usually couldn't win the argument and just resorted to action.

For a socially anxious person, action speaks louder than words.

"Probably not," Goldfinch said firmly. "If anyone tries to take away your championship, I'll personally step in and get it back for you!"

"That's good to hear." Qi Yuan stretched lazily.

Eating soft rice really is sweet.

Having a capable fiancée makes everything so much easier.

"Blood Bead, if you find it troublesome, I can cast a spell... to make the people of this world... subconsciously overlook you.

Though they know you exist, in certain situations they won't think to mention you. What do you think?

That way, even if you become a public figure, no one will sneak photos of you on the street." Goldfinch smiled.

Qi Yuan thought for a moment, then nodded seriously: "Agreed."

Goldfinch chuckled: "I'll need to borrow the power of your Stellar Golden Core for this; otherwise, it would take me a while."

"Do as you please." Qi Yuan was unconcerned.

"Alright." A flash of fiery red passed through Goldfinch's eyes.

In an instant, the world seemed to be bathed in a layer of golden light. Many people looked up at the sky, glanced at the extra sun that had appeared, then looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Done." Goldfinch clapped her small hands. "This won't affect our game experience; it'll just reduce the number of paparazzi and those with ulterior motives."

"Good, that saves a lot of trouble.

Otherwise, if we go back to get a marriage certificate and someone snaps a photo and posts it online, that would be really annoying."

Qi Yuan valued his privacy greatly.

Hearing Qi Yuan's words, Goldfinch's ears turned red. She sat down on the chair, swinging her feet, seemingly in a good mood.

"Alright, this time I can take you home without worry!"

……

Above the starry sky.

It was pitch black, tinged with a hint of unreality, as if different from the true cosmos.

Icy warships cruised through the stars, countless small shuttles detaching from the ships and then returning to them.

These small shuttles were the latest generation of reconnaissance drones from Canopus.

Their purpose was to detect and gather information about the orbiting planet.

At that moment, before the large screen, the captain in his star combat suit raised an eyebrow, his eyes brimming with fighting spirit: "What are the results of the investigation?"

The captain was a fervent hawk, always dreaming of colonizing the orbiting planet.

However, the Sky Eyes on that planet were difficult to deal with.

If Canopus wanted to fully occupy the orbiting planet, it would cost a great deal.

Thus, it was better to support certain nations, incite civil war on the planet, and bleed it dry through trade.

But recently, Canopus had received news that thirteen of the orbiting planet's Sky Eyes had been destroyed.

That was nearly one-sixth of the planet's defensive power gone.

The planet's defense system now had a massive gap.

This was Canopus's opportunity.

In terms of technological strength, Canopus far surpassed the orbiting planet.

But the orbiting planet had obtained an unknown inheritance—the aircraft carriers of a lost civilization—which allowed them to launch the Sky Eyes and gain the strength to resist Canopus.

However, with the orbiting planet's capabilities, they could not replicate the Sky Eyes.

Once a Sky Eye was lost, it was gone forever.

The captain's heart surged with excitement, as if he were about to achieve unparalleled military glory.

"Reporting to the captain, our detection results indicate... an internal conflict among the Seven Martial Stars families; the other families attacked the Mu family and annihilated them," replied a man in a special military uniform.

"Internal conflict?" The captain was quite surprised by this result.

Just because of an internal conflict, they destroyed the Sky Eyes?

That was far too wasteful.

"Is there... some key factor we don't know about?" The captain instinctively felt things couldn't be that simple.

"Captain, you worry too much. Aren't humans always fond of internal strife?"

A voice suddenly rang out in the warship.

In the empty vessel, it seemed as if a strange wind had blown through, like a small tornado.

The tornado finally stopped, and a bizarre man with four horns on his head appeared, his double pupils flickering with a peculiar light.

The strange man stared at the screen ahead, gazing at that blue planet from afar, his eyes filled with fervent and obsessed fascination.

"What a delicious world. I feel as if I can hear the call of my ancestors' blood."

The captain looked at the strange man with awe: "Sir, do you think there is no other hidden truth?"

The captain knew that this strange man was a visitor from beyond the stars, from a powerful world called the Myriad Demon Realm.

That world was home to mighty demonic beings.

According to genetic analysis, the humans of Canopus shared a common ancestor with the Myriad Demon Realm.

Humans and demons sharing a common ancestor—it sounded rather bizarre.

Facing the Myriad Demon Realm, Canxing was initially wary and resistant.

But when the mighty ones of the Myriad Demon Realm descended and met with nearly two hundred Lords of Canxing, they bestowed youth and vitality upon the Lord of Canxing.

Canxing's attitude toward the Myriad Demon Realm underwent a tremendous change.

The elders of the captain's family also received gifts and blessings from the Myriad Demon Realm.

Thus, they held the mighty ones of the Myriad Demon Realm in utmost reverence.

After all, the mighty ones of the Myriad Demon Realm possessed vast supernatural powers and were incomparably strong.

"Does it matter if there are hidden circumstances?" the double-pupiled man said with fervor. "No matter what trump cards Gongxing has, it will still fall as our Myriad Demon Realm's territory.

Only by obtaining the ancestral blood can our Myriad Demon Realm become great again.

The last great calamity cost us too much!"

The previous Myriad Demon King, in collaboration with a demoness, dispatched all the venerable ones to descend upon a foreign realm.

But who would have known that tens of thousands of venerable masters would sink into that foreign realm, with only a few returning.

That battle severely wounded the Myriad Demon Realm.

The previous Myriad Demon King was forced to abdicate.

With the new king's ascension, the Myriad Demon Realm slowly recovered its vitality, but it was still far from its peak.

And now, on the discovered Gongxing, they had caught the scent of ancestral blood—how could they not be excited?

If they obtained the ancestral blood, what opportunities would the Myriad Demon Realm gain?

Unimaginable!

Even the entire Myriad Demon Realm might have a chance to ascend to the upper realm.

"The Qilin warship shall be your lordship's right arm!" the captain quickly pledged his service.

The double-pupiled man nodded. "Once the elders of our clan arrive, we will sweep through Gongxing.

The Sky Eye... is merely an oversized toy."

Although the double-pupiled man was extremely wary of the Sky Eye, he believed that the clan elders could certainly handle it.

The clan elders were terrifyingly powerful beings, just one step away from ascending to the upper realm.

No matter how strong the Sky Eye was, it was but a lifeless object.

The double-pupiled man was full of confidence, then said, "If I remember correctly, you have connections with some nations on Gongxing?

I wish to first go and take a look at Canxing."

"As you wish," the captain quickly agreed, but then, thinking of something, he said, "Please be careful, my lord, and do not reveal your identity. Otherwise, if the Sky Eye targets you, it may be difficult for you to..."

He did not finish the rest.

The Sky Eye was too terrifying; it was said that even gods could be slain by it.

Their warship was strong, but compared to the Sky Eye, it was still a level below.

"Hmm, I understand." The double-pupiled man was not foolish.

His combat power was formidable, but even dealing with the super warships on Canxing would be difficult, let alone the Sky Eye, which was a cut above the super warships.

"I will arrange it at once," the captain said hastily.

Although Canxing and Gongxing were hostile, exchanges and trade were not prohibited.

The double-pupiled man gazed at the distant azure planet, his eyes filled with infatuation. "Truly... a unique world."

...

Meanwhile, in Tianyue City.

Qi Yuan led Goldfinch back to his home.

Goldfinch held tightly to Qi Yuan's hand, somewhat nervous.

The door opened, and the robot Zero-One stood at the entrance, a smile appearing in his eyes. "Welcome home, master and mistress!"

"So this is Zero-One. He looks quite handsome," Goldfinch said, blushing slightly.

Though she had experienced much, the trait of shyness still remained.

She looked into the house as she spoke.

Inside, the character for double happiness was pasted on the walls, and the table was laid with wedding candies, giving a joyous atmosphere.

On the back of Xie Xinsu the cat, a "double happiness" character was also pasted, looking quite adorable.

Goldfinch held Qi Yuan's hand, looking left and right, seemingly very excited.

"Master, Zero-One has checked the calendar; tomorrow is auspicious for marriage."

Goldfinch's face flushed bright red.

(End of chapter)