Chapter 350: Scheme of the Man with Double Pupils

Chapter 350: The Double-Pupiled Man's Scheme

Qi Yuan stood in the great hall, his expression calm, his voice seductive, appearing like a celestial deity.

This utterance was precisely like that of a compassionate holy father.

The others present, upon hearing this, had all sorts of question marks arise in their hearts.

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The Seventh Prince maintained a respectful demeanor and said humbly, "Mr. Qi is right; this world is too chaotic, with killing and oppression everywhere.

From now on, our royal house will advocate for the cessation of war.

As for Mr. Qi sending grandparents to the people of the world, the royal house wholeheartedly supports it and is willing to render humble service!"

In response to Qi Yuan's words, the Seventh Prince's first sentence was often "Mr. Qi is right."

"Hmm, your royal house has good eyesight." Qi Yuan praised, then laid out his entire plan, "My robot Zero-One will be fully dedicated to creating a website in this period.

This website will be called 'Send Grandpa Net.' Why is it called 'Send Grandpa Net' and not 'Send Grandma Net'? It's not because of fighting over gender, but because 'Send Grandma' could easily lead to misunderstandings about our website's positioning.

This website needs to be displayed to the people across the country.

I need your royal house to help me advertise it, preferably during prime time. Oh, and it must be shown during the weather forecast."

"No problem at all; the royal house can accomplish all this!" Without any hesitation, the Seventh Prince replied directly.

As for Qi Yuan's purpose, he did not inquire.

Could he even ask?

For such a powerful figure, whatever he said to do, he did.

"There's another issue. After the website is pushed to people all over the world, they need to send a drop of their blood to me here.

I will conduct a screening. For those suitable, I will send them some grandpas and grandmas. For those unsuitable, I will also exercise the spirit of great love, take a loss, and call them grandson or granddaughter.

This is called... fairness—not neglecting anyone, responding to everything!"

Qi Yuan said earnestly.

When the blood test showed suitability for hosting, directly send a grandparent.

If the blood was unsuitable, sorry, one could only break the rules and call them grandson or granddaughter, filling the void of love with simple words.

Upon hearing this, the Seventh Prince instantly understood that this would be an enormous undertaking.

Its harmfulness could even be tens or hundreds of times greater than the Tianyuan Sect's establishment of the Douzhuan Tianyuan Array.

After all, giving one's own blood to a mysterious cultivator was inherently dangerous.

"Mr. Qi is right, but... in that case, might some people be unwilling to offer their blood to you?" The Seventh Prince was entirely on Qi Yuan's side.

"I have no money. If they're unwilling, then there's no fate." Qi Yuan spread his hands.

As for giving money, he had none.

After all, he didn't even have the money to buy Gongxing.

Most importantly, giving both grandparents and money—where in the world was there such a good deal?

"The royal house is willing to contribute some funds to assist Mr. Qi." The Seventh Prince gritted his teeth and said seriously, "A portion of the treasury will also be reserved to help Mr. Qi."

Since they were doing it, they might as well do it well.

If Mr. Qi sent grandparents to people and no one signed up, wouldn't that be very awkward?

The Seventh Prince had already thought of using money to move people's hearts.

Anyone who sent their own blood through official channels would receive a subsidy of five hundred.

Five hundred subsidy was not much; it meant nothing to the wealthy.

But for ordinary people and the poor, it still held great appeal.

Therefore, this move would surely attract many poor people to participate.

As for the rich, they might look down on the five hundred subsidy and simply not bother.

"So you're saying... most of them will be those in need of money?

By the way, does the Qinyuan Kingdom have more rich people or poor people?" Qi Yuan asked casually.

He didn't care too much about the specific process, as long as the result was right.

"According to statistics, there are more with fewer assets."

"As long as there are many people, we'll follow your plan.

Ah, I'm truly a great person—not only giving people grandparents but also giving money." Qi Yuan said smugly, thinking himself a great benefactor.

Ning Tao stood beside Qi Yuan, looking at him with adoration.

As if whatever he did brought joy.

After speaking, Qi Yuan looked at the Seventh Prince: "If the blood matches, the grandpa or grandma I send will be a celestial opportunity."

"Celestial opportunity?" The Seventh Prince's heart stirred, his heartbeat quickened.

……

In the side hall, Wang Kaixiang's expression was quite strange.

"The previous champion of the Martial Arts Tournament... Qi Yuan."

Just now, he had secretly walked out of the side hall and taken a look at the visitor.

Using a powerful search tool, he was surprised to discover that this person was actually a native of Gongxing and the previous champion of the Martial Arts Tournament.

This caught him quite off guard.

A mere local, and also the champion of the Martial Arts Tournament—why would the royal house value him so much?

"His strength... is also quite ordinary." He watched the finals video of the Martial Arts Tournament.

In the video, Qi Yuan, during the Martial Arts Tournament, punched his opponent into a mist of blood.

Such a punch could be said to exceed the scope of mortals.

"Martial arts do have their merits, but at this level, it doesn't even reach Foundation Establishment..."

Wang Kaixiang found it truly odd.

If the immortal path had not descended, a martial artist as powerful as Qi Yuan might have attracted the royal house's attention.

But now, with immortal path experts as numerous as carp crossing a river, what made Qi Yuan special?

"However, judging by the Seventh Prince's attitude toward him, it might be worth contacting him. Perhaps I can persuade the royal house about the Douzhuan Tianyuan Array through him!"

He couldn't persuade the royal house for now, so he tried other avenues.

Meanwhile, in the main hall, Qi Yuan and the Seventh Prince discussed the details of the plan.

"The plan is perfect; now we just need to implement it." Qi Yuan looked at the Seventh Prince, his eyes full of admiration.

The Seventh Prince was a talent; he had supplemented the plan, filling in the gaps.

"The royal house will certainly give its full support."

"Alright, I'll await your good news. I must be going now—bye."

After Qi Yuan spoke, he glanced at Ning Tao, who immediately understood. She wrapped her arms around Qi Yuan, and in that instant, their forms vanished.

Seven days later.

In a private room of a tavern in Tianyue City.

The deep red wooden table exuded a faint, exotic fragrance; within the transparent wine glass, the amber liquid seemed like celestial nectar.

Xiaoyao Sanren sipped his wine, his expression one of utter contentment.

Jiang Qingjiao held his glass, staring at the black-robed figure before him, his eyes betraying a hint of wariness. He gathered his words and spoke softly, "Your plan is indeed tempting, but the Dou Shen Sect has only just managed to gain a foothold in Qinyuan. We have no desire to stir up further conflict."

Across from Jiang Qingjiao sat a man with double pupils.

This double-pupiled man was none other than the demonic being from Canxing.

"Your caution stems solely from fear of the Sky Eye.

If not for the Sky Eye, what would Qinyuan have to fear?

Surely, fellow cultivators, you do not wish to see a bunch of mortals lording over us, oppressing us as they please."

At the mention of the Sky Eye, Xiaoyao Sanren froze, and Jiang Qingjiao's expression also stiffened.

They held the Sky Eye in profound dread.

"Could it be that you, friend, have a method to deal with the Sky Eye?" Jiang Qingjiao asked, unable to help himself as he looked at the double-pupiled man.

From the double-pupiled man's tone, it seemed he might be able to overcome the Sky Eye.

Jiang Qingjiao found himself somewhat agreeing with the double-pupiled man's words. They were cultivators, yet they were being suppressed by mortals.

This was utterly inconceivable in the Huoling Realm.

Mortals were nothing but servants, to be slain at will.

Yet here, they had to humble themselves and interact with mortals on equal terms.

"The Sky Eye may be powerful, but on this Archstar, Qinyuan is not the only nation with a Sky Eye," the double-pupiled man said, a smile in his eyes.

"Guwu!" Jiang Qingjiao stared at the double-pupiled man, instantly realizing where he came from.

On Archstar, there were two great nations: one was Qinyuan, the other Guwu.

The people of Qinyuan resembled those of the cultivation world, while Guwu was more akin to an alien race.

The spatial nodes of the three major cultivation worlds were also located in Qinyuan, so they had only dealt with Qinyuan so far; as for Guwu, they were still in the early stages of contact.

"I can barely be considered a member of Guwu.

If you, friend, are willing to aid me, Guwu will go to war with Qinyuan.

At that time, the Sky Eye of Qinyuan will be handled by Guwu.

We will also need your assistance to coordinate and contain the situation," the double-pupiled man outlined his plan.

The existence of Qinyuan had always thwarted Canxing's ambitions.

Not long ago, Qinyuan experienced internal turmoil, and thirteen Sky Eyes fell, rekindling the ambitions of the war faction on Canxing.

"Is your backer Canxing?" Jiang Qingjiao asked.

It was no secret that Guwu's backer was Canxing.

"Yes," the double-pupiled man nodded.

His backer could be considered Canxing, but not exactly—it was actually the Wanyao Realm.

Of course, he would not tell Jiang Qingjiao this.

How could Jiang Qingjiao, a cultivator newly arrived on Archstar, know such things?

A gleam of light flickered in Jiang Qingjiao's eyes: "I must report this to my master before giving you an answer."

Hearing this, a smile flashed in the double-pupiled man's eyes.

At those words, he knew today's scheme was secure.

"I await your favorable reply," the double-pupiled man said with a smile. "To celebrate the success of our plan, I have a small gift for you all."

The double-pupiled man waved his hand, and two drops of golden liquid rolled forth.

Xiaoyao Sanren and Jiang Qingjiao's breathing suddenly grew rapid.

"This is Tianfang Demon Blood!"

"Even for a Divine Infant cultivator, it is a treasure—only powerful demons can produce it!" Xiaoyao Sanren's eyes blazed, his breath quick, as if he wished to swallow the Tianfang Demon Blood whole.

Tianfang Demon Blood was refined from the essence blood of mighty demons.

This blood could not only enhance a cultivator's physical strength but also strengthen their soul.

More importantly, with luck, a Primordial Elixir cultivator might even awaken a divine ability.

Such blood was exceedingly precious.

"A small token, not worth mentioning," the double-pupiled man said generously.

After all, compared to Ancestral Blood, this price was utterly insignificant.

Xiaoyao Sanren and Jiang Qingjiao accepted the Tianfang Demon Blood, suppressing their inner joy.

They exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly.

Jiang Qingjiao then leaned closer to the double-pupiled man and whispered, "Since you have bestowed such a grand gift, we wish to reciprocate!"

"Oh?" the double-pupiled man responded.

Then Jiang Qingjiao continued, "Some days ago, Senior Xiaoyao Sanren discovered a young boy and girl in this region. He took a liking to them and wished to take them as disciples.

But those two were short-sighted and failed to recognize an immortal.

Originally, Senior Xiaoyao Sanren was just playing around, acting on a whim.

Yet, in recent days, when he saw that pair again, he found they had encountered another stroke of fortune.

Not only did they have spiritual energy and magical fluctuations, but they also seemed to have..."

Jiang Qingjiao told the double-pupiled man about what had recently happened to Yaji.

"We suspect that this boy harbors... the remnant soul of a mysterious cultivator.

That mysterious cultivator must be extraordinary—at least a Divine Infant, possibly even a Purple Mansion.

If we were to... perform a soul search on him, we would surely reap a rich harvest!

Though not as valuable as Tianfang Demon Blood, it would still be a rare gain."

He and Xiaoyao Sanren had been observing the anomalies in Yaji and his sister for several days.

They were almost certain that a great cultivator's remnant soul resided within Yaji and his sister.

Xiaoyao Sanren and Jiang Qingjiao had been tempted by greed but dared not act rashly, wanting to first investigate the identity of the remnant soul's former self before making a move.

Now that the double-pupiled man had arrived, they would use his gift as a pretext to act together.

With the double-pupiled man added, their chances would be much greater.

Furthermore, it is merely a remnant soul; even if it was once at the Purple Mansion realm, so what?

If the three of them strike together, could it possibly resist?

“This gift rather piques my interest,” said the Double-Pupiled Man, his eyes flickering.

On Archstar, the appearance of a mysterious cultivator’s remnant soul is most peculiar.

After all, it has been less than a year since Archstar connected with the Three Realms.

If this mysterious remnant soul is native to Archstar, it might be related to the Ancestral Blood.

If he were to search its soul and learn information about the Ancestral Blood, he would profit greatly.

“In that case, why don’t the three of us join forces and divide the remnant soul?” proposed Jiang Qingjiao.

“Agreed,” nodded the Double-Pupiled Man.

Carefree Wanderer, without any hesitation, also quickly nodded.

In the past, he valued carefreeness and was willing to waste time on the Yaji siblings—truly in line with the way of freedom.

But when the stakes are too high, sometimes it’s better not to be carefree.

Yet at this moment, he frowned: “I’ve heard that the master of these Yaji siblings has some connection with the military nobility. If we act rashly, could it…”

Carefree Wanderer was, after all, a rogue cultivator.

The fate of that Divine Infant Demon Cultivator from before was still vivid in his mind.

This world, after all, has the Sky Eye.

“No matter. He’s just an ordinary noble, not even a Seven Martial Star—they won’t care about us.

Besides, if we act quickly, kill the Yaji siblings, then kill that man named Qi Yuan, and fabricate some accident, won’t that be fine?” Jiang Qingjiao had long schemed in his heart.

With a little trick, making Qi Yuan’s death look like a sudden heart attack—those nobles would never find out.

Apart from the Seven Martial Star families, the other nobles, in the eyes of these cultivators, are no different from ordinary mortals.

Just then, however, in the Jun’an Residential Area, Ning Tao, who had been eating watermelon, raised an eyebrow slightly. She looked at Qi Yuan not far away, a hint of a knowing smile flickering in her eyes: “Husband, I just heard someone plotting to kill you.”

“What?” Qi Yuan’s eyes widened. “Who has such audacity as to break the law and defy order!”

Qi Yuan felt utterly wronged.

He had always been kind.

Lately, he had been busy spreading warmth to the world.

And now, someone wanted to kill him!

He was too aggrieved.

“Come, let’s go see who harbors such wolfish ambition.” Qi Yuan was agitated.

“Alright.” Ning Tao, who had been wearing a spaghetti-strap dress, now had an exquisite black gown draped over her, covering her body tightly.

She wrapped her arms around Qi Yuan, and with a flicker, they vanished.

(The chapter ends)