Chapter 349: I Want to Bring More Love to This World

Chapter 349: I Want to Bring More Love to This World

Tianyue City, Zihua Residential Area.

Unlike Jun'an Residential Area, the people living here were either wealthy or noble.

In a spacious flat, Wu Qi, wrapped in a white bathrobe, furrowed her brow.

"Xiao Qi, why be so proud? That is... a legendary immortal cultivation sect.

Though it's a small and humble one, to us people on Gongxing, which of them isn't a true divine court?

My cousin—she used to be such an ordinary girl, working as a waitress at a milk tea shop, earning three thousand a month.

Now? She was found to have immortal cultivation talent, joined the Hunsha Sect, and directly... the village genealogy opened a new page just for her. Do you understand what that means?

To put it bluntly, you were a star before, with some status and position, but compared to these cultivators, you're just a entertainer?

Now you have talent—why not join the Hunsa Sect? Even if it's just as an outer disciple, not just anyone can get in.

Once you join, my cousin can pull some strings, and you'll work under her—boundless future..."

The agent's voice droned on, endless and relentless.

Wu Qi's head ached from listening.

The Hunsa Sect was a small sect, with only one Yuandan Ancestor in its inner sect.

It recruited disciples from all over Qinyuan and had a modest reputation.

Many whose talent wasn't enough to join sects like the Tianxuan Sect would choose smaller or medium sects like Hunsa.

But even such sects weren't open to just anyone.

Wu Qi's talent wasn't high, but she had some—just barely passing the threshold.

Plus, the agent's cousin had become a formal disciple of Hunsa Sect, so the agent thought Wu Qi should join and become her cousin's follower.

"Sister Liu, my situation is complicated. Let's not force this," Wu Qi said firmly.

"Xiao Qi, I know you're still thinking about that Mr. Qi.

You want to climb into his bed and become a noble lady.

But times have changed! You need to be an independent, self-reliant woman. Join the Hunsa Sect, and you'll be nobility!

That Qi Yuan—at best a count—what difference is he from a slightly bigger ant in the eyes of cultivators?" the agent pleaded earnestly.

"Back then, you were a minor star, and I could understand you coveting his power.

But now... times have changed!

He's become just one among the masses—don't waste your youth on him anymore!"

Wu Qi was speechless inside; she couldn't reveal or expose Qi Yuan's identity.

Just then, she recalled a famous saying and spoke: "In the past, I sat in a well and looked at the sky; seeing Mr. Qi was like a frog at the bottom of a well beholding the sun and moon. Now that the immortal path has revived, I see Qi Yuan as a mayfly gazing at the vast blue sky."

"You... what kind of love potion has he fed you?" the agent's voice was disappointed.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"I have a guest—gotta go!" Wu Qi quickly hung up, puzzled as to who would come to her place so late.

Could it be one of her close friends?

Thinking this, she walked to the door and peered through the peephole-like device.

When she saw that face, a surge of intense joy flashed across Wu Qi's expression.

"Mr. Qi!"

Standing outside the door was none other than Mr. Qi.

He had actually returned.

And... what did he want with her?

Without any hesitation, Wu Qi opened the door, her face beaming: "Mr. Qi, why are you here?"

When a cool breeze blew in from outside, chilling her bare shoulders, she realized she was only wrapped in a towel, and her face instantly flushed.

"My ears are quite sharp—well, the wind just carried some sounds, saying you want to get into my bed..."

"Ah? She was talking nonsense—no, I didn't!" Wu Qi quickly explained.

At that moment, her heart was pounding with nervousness, the world feeling hazy.

"Mm, good that it's a misunderstanding. I'm a married man." Qi Yuan sat down in the room and finally stated his purpose: "I came here for a drop of your blood."

"First blood?" Wu Qi exclaimed, not catching his words clearly.

If this had been when they first met on the cruise, Wu Qi might have hesitated a little, then willingly given herself to latch onto Qi Yuan.

But now, she dared not.

"Your ears need some work—it's a drop of blood.

Remember when I first rode in your car? I said then that your blood was reserved for me."

Qi Yuan needed a drop of Wu Qi's blood as a medium to store the divine infants.

Wu Qi finally understood, the misunderstanding cleared, and she felt even more embarrassed, wanting to dig her toes into the floor.

"Mr. Qi, please take it." Wu Qi extended her finger.

In truth, she was curious what Qi Yuan would do with her drop of blood.

But since she had already bet on Qi Yuan, she would comply no matter what.

Her fair finger stretched out, and a red glint flashed in Qi Yuan's eyes.

A fine line traced across Wu Qi's finger, and a drop of blood rolled off, landing in Qi Yuan's palm.

His palm seemed to have a leak.

That drop of blood seeped directly in.

Then, Qi Yuan closed his eyes.

He was sensing which divine infant was fated with Wu Qi.

After about a dozen breaths, Qi Yuan opened his eyes.

Wu Qi, puzzled, stood quietly by.

"Last time, I said I'd give you a grandma, didn't I?

Perfect—this time, I'll give you... five grandmas."

"Ah?" Wu Qi blinked, bewildered.

"They are the Four Heavenly Kings: Dhritarashtra, Virudhaka, Virupaksha, and Vaisravana.

And one more—Yueyao. I didn't expect this pair of underdeveloped twins to have to be separated."

Qi Yuan muttered.

The Four Heavenly Kings were his earliest combatants from Qingshui Village; Dhritarashtra was Wang Wenqi, granddaughter of the Tianbao Venerable.

Monday, in the ancestral land of the ancient clan Qiyuan, he encountered the twin goddesses.

The elder sister was cold in temperament, the younger more carefree.

This time, the younger sister was not with her elder, which rather surprised Qiyuan.

Yet, she too felt a stir of wonder in her heart.

This Wuqi, barely over five foot seven, had blood strong enough to bear five grandmothers at once.

“They are…” Wuqi wondered, puzzled.

“They are old acquaintances of mine, and also my subjects…” Qiyuan explained.

Wuqi’s heart tightened.

Old acquaintances of Mr. Qi?

She was bewildered.

Could they be like the lingering souls of the cultivation world?

“They are also my Divine Infants, who fell in battle long ago and now lie dormant, dwelling within your body.

They… can guide your cultivation and help you grow stronger,” Qiyuan said softly.

There was nothing to hide.

“Ah…” Wuqi’s heart leaped.

For she heard the words “Divine Infant.”

Could it be that all those old acquaintances of Mr. Qi were Divine Infants?

Those were Divine Infant cultivators!

Wuqi was no novice now.

With the three realms descending upon Gongxing and the revival of the immortal path, she had some understanding of cultivation realms.

Divine Infant cultivators were called gods.

Like that demonic cultivator who once wielded the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, effortlessly slaughtering an entire city.

Had the Sky Eye not activated, who could have stopped him?

Such terrifying power, majestic as a deity, was the founder of a sect.

Even the patriarch of the Seven Martial Star family would treat a Divine Infant ancestor with respect.

If Mr. Qi’s old acquaintances were Divine Infants, then he… must be a Divine Infant as well, or even higher.

“Rest assured, they will only guide you, not harm you. The price you pay is that single drop of blood.”

Qiyuan waved his hand.

From his palm, a drop of blood emerged.

This blood was Wuqi’s own, now stained with five Divine Infants.

Yet ordinary people could not detect its anomaly.

“This is the blood you just gave me. Drink it, and it will dwell within your soul.

Your soul is strong, and she will gradually awaken.

Well, your part is done here, and I must take my leave.”

Qiyuan was busy.

He still had over four thousand Divine Infants within him. He needed to find grandchildren for these Divine Infants.

“Mr. Qi, rest assured, I will treat them as my own grandmothers!” Wuqi replied excitedly.

With five Divine Infants guiding her, what was the Soul Fiend Sect? Nothing.

Just a mere Yuan Dan old ancestor.

“Mm, good. When they awaken, I’ll ask if they’re willing to take you as a granddaughter. Farewell.”

Qiyuan watched Wuqi swallow that drop of blood, and his form vanished in an instant.

In the room, Wuqi stood dumbfounded. After about a dozen breaths, she sat on the sofa, a look of ecstasy spreading across her face.

About an hour later, having received the cultivation method, she felt refreshed.

In that hour, she closed her eyes and rested, as fragmented information poured into her mind.

It was a divine cultivation technique, profoundly mysterious.

Now, she finally confirmed that none of it was a dream—it was reality.

Five grandmothers, five… Divine Infants.

She sat on the sofa in a daze for a while, then made a phone call.

“Sister Liu, I’ve adopted five grandmothers.”

“Huh?”

…

“No, I have too many Divine Infants.”

In the room, Qiyuan wore a worried expression.

He had sent over a hundred Divine Infants to the Origin Land, a few to the Yagi siblings, and a few to Wuqi.

But there were still many left.

“How about… a global recruitment?” Ning Tao was eating cake, her fair fingers coated with cream. She licked them with her pink tongue while offering suggestions to Qiyuan.

“What you say… makes sense,” Qiyuan nodded.

Over four thousand Divine Infants was a bit too many.

The potential of the Origin Land had not yet been fully tapped, but to continue, he needed to complete new tasks.

When new tasks would come, Qiyuan did not know.

So for now, he should focus on Gongxing.

There were many people on Gongxing, and perhaps there were many with special talents like Yagi and Wuqi.

“Alas, with the development of modern civilization, the bonds of kinship grow ever thinner.

It seems I must send some grandfathers and grandmothers to the people of Gongxing, so they can feel the touch of family.”

Qiyuan made his decision, a plan forming in his mind: “Ning Tao, after you finish your cake, take me to the capital. I want to meet the Seventh Prince.”

“Okay,” Ning Tao nodded quickly.

“Eat slowly, don’t choke. There’s no rush,” Qiyuan said, looking at Ning Tao with a doting expression.

…

Within the royal palace.

The Seventh Prince, clad in royal attire, stood tall and looked courteous.

At this moment, standing before him was an old man with a long beard.

This long-bearded elder came from the Tianyuan Sect and was one of its elders.

The Tianyuan Sect hailed from the Fire Spirit Realm, a cut above the Dou Shen Sect and the Xuan Tian Sect.

It was the true overlord of the Fire Spirit Realm.

Legend had it that the sect's founding patriarch, in his youth, had chanced upon a strange stone.

This stone could discern good fortune from ill, foretell calamity and blessing.

Relying on this stone, the Tianyuan Sect patriarch sailed smoothly through the world of immortal cultivation.

Ultimately, he attained the Yin Spirit realm and ascended to the upper realm.

The strange stone could not be taken to the upper realm, so it remained in the Tianyuan Sect.

This time, with the passage between the Fire Spirit Realm and the Arch Star opening, this stone played a significant role.

The Tianyuan Sect's greatest strength lay in divining the celestial mechanisms.

"Seventh Prince, the Tianyuan Sect wishes to establish the Dipper-Transforming Tianyuan Array, with absolutely no ill intent," the Tianyuan Sect elder said, his voice tinged with a plea.

"Elder Wang, I believe in the Tianyuan Sect's goodwill.

But to build the Dipper-Transforming Tianyuan Array across the globe... this matter is beyond the royal family's authority.

The Seven Martial Star families are not a monolithic bloc; such a request cannot be granted.

Not to mention the constant strife between Qinyuan and the Ancient Witch Kingdom—even if we agreed, they would surely refuse.

Conversely, if they agreed, we would oppose."

The Seventh Prince's words had already expressed a firm refusal.

After all, building the Dipper-Transforming Tianyuan Array worldwide was no different from establishing military bases in every nation.

Though the Tianyuan Sect claimed the array only observed celestial omens and deduced the stars' functions,

how could they believe that?

What if it formed some great formation, usurping their territory?

Wang Kaixiang's expression darkened upon hearing this: "Seventh Prince, the Tianyuan Sect has no selfish motives in this.

It is truly because our sect's supreme treasure, the Tianyuan Stone, has divined that within a thousand years, a great upheaval may occur in this realm, even affecting the Fire Spirit Realm.

Therefore, we are making early preparations, building the array to face the great calamity!"

Wang Kaixiang spoke with sincerity and earnestness.

His words were indeed based on what the Tianyuan Stone had measured.

Thus, he was eager to establish the Dipper-Transforming Tianyuan Array to counter the crisis.

However, on this Arch Star, the strongest were the Qinyuan Kingdom and the Ancient Witch Kingdom; without convincing them, the array could not be built.

"A matter of a thousand years is too distant," the Seventh Prince shook his head, then said apologetically, "Elder Wang, I am sorry."

Just then, suddenly, a man in uniform rushed in hurriedly.

Seeing the man, the Seventh Prince's expression changed slightly; upon hearing what he said, his demeanor became excited.

"Master Qi has arrived? Why didn't you bring him directly?

No, I'll go fetch him myself—to the main hall!"

Having said that, the Seventh Prince, as if in his haste he had forgotten Wang Kaixiang, hurriedly strode out of the hall.

Wang Kaixiang, watching from within the hall, wore a puzzled expression.

"Master Qi? An immortal cultivator?"

He had met the Seventh Prince many times, and the prince treated immortal cultivators with respect.

But such loss of composure was unprecedented.

Moreover, when the Seventh Prince received him, it was only in the side hall.

The negotiations between the Ten Divine Infants and the heads of the Seven Martial Star families took place in the main hall.

Even a Divine Infant ancestor visiting the royal palace was not qualified to enter the main hall.

This Master Qi... was actually allowed into the main hall.

"Is there a Divine Infant ancestor surnamed Qi in our three realms?" Wang Kaixiang wondered, utterly confused.

He decided not to leave.

He would secretly take a look later and see just who this so-called Master Qi was.

Meanwhile, outside the palace hall, the Seventh Prince was trotting along, his eyes shining with surprise and delight.

"Master Qi, I have kept you waiting."

Upon seeing Qi Yuan, he felt as if he had beheld a deity.

Especially the peerless jade beauty in Qi Yuan's arms—she was even more terrifying.

Most importantly, he had learned that Qi Yuan had married two wives.

His admiration for Qi Yuan only deepened.

Ning Tao, a fearsome powerhouse who had effortlessly destroyed the Sky Eye, was also willing to attend to Qi Yuan's side.

"It's nothing. I came here because I need your help with something," Qi Yuan stated his purpose directly.

"Oh? Please speak, Master Qi. The royal family is your most loyal servant, always at your service!" the Seventh Prince said earnestly.

"I want to bring more love to this world."

"Hmm?"

"I want to give some people in this world some grandpas and grandmas."

(End of this chapter)