Chapter 352: Your Sect's Name Was Poorly Chosen

Chapter 352: The Name of Your Sect Is Ill-Chosen

Shen Yang’s heart raced with excitement.

“That man is actually the champion of last year’s martial arts tournament!”

On the homepage of the “Send Grandpa Network,” a small line of text introduced that the founder of the network, named Qi Yuan, was the champion of the previous martial arts tournament.

Shen Yang had a vivid impression of that martial arts champion—he had once punched an opponent to pieces.

However, the videos that circulated back then were few and blurry.

He had never clearly seen Qi Yuan’s face, nor his voice.

“Go to a designated hospital for blood draw, then mail it in?”

Shen Yang opened the website and immediately saw that many hospitals in Fenghai City offered blood draw and mailing services.

Without any hesitation, Shen Yang prepared to leave at once.

Originally, he had thought of scanning an electric scooter to ride down the mountain, but now he decided to grit his teeth and spend a bit more money on a taxi.

He found a street corner and began hailing a cab.

Just then, a familiar voice reached his ears.

“Shen Yang, where are you off to?”

Shen Yang turned his head and saw a familiar figure.

It was the young disciple he had encountered earlier at the Divine Fist Sect.

“I… I’m going to the hospital to send my blood to the ‘Send Grandpa Network.’” Shen Yang blurted out instinctively, looking at the young man with a mix of confusion and caution.

“Why is the immortal master here?” Shen Yang couldn’t help but ask.

A flicker of killing intent passed through the young man’s eyes. “Just out for a stroll.”

At that moment, a voice tinged with delight rang out.

“It seems the ‘Send Grandpa Network’ is off to a good start—someone’s already sending blood. This world really lacks warmth and love.”

As the voice fell, a young man in a blood-red robe appeared, his face bright with a radiant smile. His features were handsome, and his smile seemed capable of dispelling all the evil in the world, like a spring breeze.

The blood-robed man was, of course, Qi Yuan.

After leaving the deathly space, he had sought Ning Tao’s help to dissolve and conceal the killing intent on him.

Thus, ordinary people would not sense the thick murderous aura when they saw him.

Qi Yuan’s appearance made Shen Yang freeze for a moment, then his face lit up with surprise. “You… you’re Qi Yuan, the founder of the ‘Send Grandpa Network’!”

Qi Yuan showed no surprise and nodded. “Looks like the network’s running well. I run into someone who barely qualifies just by chance.

Hey, buddy, are you short a grandpa? Want me to give you one right here on the spot?”

Qi Yuan was very enthusiastic, peddling grandpas.

Hearing this, Shen Yang grew excited. “I am! Mr. Qi, actually, last time you got married, I even sent you congratulations for a happy marriage!”

Shen Yang seized every opportunity to ingratiate himself with Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan’s expression shifted slightly. “So you’re the gay guy who had a crush on me?

I’m not into that—my sexual orientation is normal!”

Shen Yang was taken aback, not understanding what Qi Yuan meant, and quickly explained.

“Mr. Qi, you’ve misunderstood. My sexual orientation is perfectly normal too.”

Just then, the young man from the Divine Fist Sect frowned, glanced at Qi Yuan, and said flatly, “Brother, Shen Yang and I still have some important matters to discuss.”

He was in a hurry to get back and needed to kill the man quickly.

Seeing that Qi Yuan seemed ready to chat with Shen Yang at length, he couldn’t help but speak up.

Shen Yang was momentarily confused, looking at the young man from the Divine Fist Sect. “Immortal master, I’ve already decided not to join your sect. I don’t think there’s anything left to discuss, is there?”

He was politely refusing.

He had already sensed something odd about this sudden appearance of the Divine Fist Sect disciple.

“I said we have matters to discuss, so we will discuss them!” The young man, ever since stepping onto the path of immortality, had been arrogant and looked down on mortals with a lofty attitude.

His voice carried an air of finality.

At this, Qi Yuan turned to the young man, his gaze calm. “You’re too heartless. He’s lacking love, lacking a grandpa. I’m giving him a grandpa, and you want to stop that too?”

The killing intent in the young man’s eyes grew stronger. He swept his gaze around, his voice turning cold. “Want a grandpa? That’s easy. I’ll send you both to hell to meet your grandpa!”

Spiritual energy surged within his body. The disciple of the Divine Fist Sect had murder in his heart—he would kill both men before him.

Hearing the young man’s words, Qi Yuan’s expression shifted slightly. “If you interpret the ‘Send Grandpa Network’ that way, it’s actually quite interesting.

To the good, we send grandpas; to the bad, we send them to hell to meet their grandpas.”

“You’re insane!” The young man’s words fell, and he struck directly at Qi Yuan.

“Well, a little appetizer before wiping out the sect isn’t bad either.”

Qi Yuan extended his fist and threw a casual punch.

The young man’s eyes showed disdain.

A weak mortal dared to throw a punch at him, who had entered the immortal path.

But the next moment, a cloud of blood mist appeared out of nowhere.

The young man… was turned into a bloody mist by Qi Yuan’s single punch.

…

Ten minutes later.

The Divine Fist Tower was buzzing with noise, the crowd growing larger by the minute.

No fewer than ten thousand people had come seeking to join the Divine Fist Sect.

They stood in line under the scorching sun.

Some, however, paid for a fast track and went straight to the tests.

Just then, suddenly, a flash of blood-red light streaked across the sky.

The heavens themselves turned crimson, as if a curtain of blood had covered the sky.

All those hoping to become disciples looked up involuntarily.

“What’s going on?”

“Why has the sky turned red?”

“Is it bleeding?”

“When things are abnormal, there must be a demon!”

“Don’t say that—it’s actually cooler now!”

The sky was replaced by a blood-red canopy, and sunlight was swapped for a bloody glow.

All faces were flushed red, and the once-scorching sun had vanished without a trace.

“Look at this—could it be like in the TV shows, someone here to pick a fight?”

Everyone murmured among themselves, some with a spectator’s glee, others with faces full of fear.

The crowd fell into a fluster.

And then, atop the Fight God Tower, a dense white light shot into the sky.

A lotus, built from that white radiance, emerged, as vast as a small mountain.

The white lotus was crystalline and translucent, pure as jade, like a celestial object.

It soared into the heavens, its bud blooming as if kissed by spring wind, and in an instant, countless petals burst upward, flying toward the blood-red curtain.

Strands of immortal arts, streams of spiritual power, collided against that bloody veil.

The sky gained an extra layer of white at that moment, bright as day.

“Holy crap, is this for real?”

“Too magnificent!”

“Special effects pale in comparison to this!”

Yet, despite the countless petals striking together, they could not pierce the blood curtain.

A deep, weighty voice rang out at that moment.

“I am Saint Fight True Lord, patriarch of the Fight God Sect. Which fellow Daoist comes to my sect? Why not show yourself?”

On the Fight God Tower, an old man with white hair appeared, his form ethereal, draped in a golden robe.

At the sight of him, everyone present grew excited.

“It’s the patriarch!”

“The patriarch is here—the Fight God Sect is surely safe!”

“That’s the patriarch, that’s the Divine Infant—so powerful, like a god!”

Countless eyes fixed on Saint Fight True Lord, the Fight God Sect’s patriarch, with admiration and awe.

Some time ago, a video of the patriarch moving the Fight God Tower to Fight God Mountain had spread online.

Many regarded Saint Fight True Lord as a god.

Now, seeing that god, they were naturally elated.

And then, a rift opened in the blood-red sky, and a figure in a blood-red robe appeared.

This figure stood in midair, a red mask hiding his face, revealing nothing of his features.

But his attire, his bearing—he looked every bit a great demon.

The hearts of those present leaped into their throats.

The disciples and elders of the Fight God Sect, however, were filled with fervor.

Now that the patriarch was here, what petty scoundrel would dare to cause trouble?

Seeing the newcomer, Saint Fight True Lord narrowed his eyes: “Your aura is unfamiliar, Daoist. Why seek trouble with my Fight God Sect?” His mind raced, trying to see through Qi Yuan’s origins, but all was blurred.

He wondered inwardly—the Fight God Sect seemed to have provoked no such formidable foe.

The wind stirred, and the blood-robed figure’s long robe flapped loudly. The man in the sky spoke, his voice like celestial music.

Clearly, he had disguised it.

“The name of your Fight God Sect is ill-chosen.”

At these words, shock rippled through the crowd.

The disciples of the Fight God Sect laughed in fury.

“This fiend is too arrogant!”

“He can’t even be bothered to think of a reason—just comes straight to cause trouble. He must be a great demon!”

Saint Fight True Lord seemed to have a good temper, unruffled by Qi Yuan’s words.

“The name ‘Fight God Sect’ was chosen by our founder, in harmony with the Dao. What is ill about it?”

“If it were well chosen, your sect’s name wouldn’t have offended me.

Your sect is called Fight God Sect—Fight God, Fight God. And now… I, a god, have come. Do you intend to fight me?

Your sect’s name has offended me. Why choose ‘Fight God’?

Isn’t that a slight against this god?

Change it at once, and perhaps I’ll be in a good mood and spare your lives.” Qi Yuan’s voice was cold, brooking no argument, thick with murderous intent.

“A skulking wretch dares to call himself a god?” Saint Fight True Lord sneered inwardly.

“How am I not a god?” Under the blood-red robe, Qi Yuan blinked. “Shall I show you proof that I am a god?

If you see it and acknowledge me as a god, then change the Fight God Sect’s name without delay.”

“Ha, let this True Lord see what kind of god you are.” Saint Fight True Lord stood in the air, alert.

And then, a gust of wind blew, and a little red booklet appeared before him.

Saint Fight True Lord was momentarily stunned.

This little red booklet… proof of godhood?

Another gentle breeze brushed his face, flipping the booklet open.

Saint Fight True Lord’s eyes froze. He gritted his teeth, his expression blazing with fury: “Ment…al…patient!”

Within the booklet, the words “Mental Patient” were clearly written.

“See? Am I not a god?

Your Fight God Sect’s name has provoked me.

Change it now, and you may yet live.

Otherwise, you’ll end up like that Jiang Qingjiao who spoke ill of me behind my back… dead.”

At that moment, within the Fight God Tower, many elders and stewards also saw the words inside the little red booklet.

Their faces showed shock, disbelief, and absurdity.

“A mental patient certificate?”

“Damn it, this brat is mocking us!”

“A mental patient certificate, and he dares to pass it off as proof of godhood!”

They understood now: this man had come deliberately to cause trouble.

As for the “god” business, it was all an excuse.

Saint Fight True Lord was now enraged, his eyes filled with killing intent: “I have not killed a peer in a hundred years. It seems… today I will go on a slaughter!”

Qi Yuan stood in the air, a look of confusion in his eyes: “What, you don’t acknowledge me as a god?”

Are you wearing tinted glasses? Professional discrimination? Discrimination against the mentally ill?

How are the mentally ill not gods?”

Qi Yuan was furious.

What era is this—everyone is equal, yet some still discriminate against the mentally ill.

Are the mentally ill not gods?

When this word spread, the Qin Yuan people who had come to seek a teacher were all stunned.

“The proof of godhood… is a mental illness certificate?”

“I brought a telescope, originally planned… didn’t expect to use it here—it really is a mental illness certificate, I recognize it!”

“Mental illness… is god?”

“This man is too divine!”

“Looks like he couldn’t be bothered to think of a reason and came to pick a fight with the Fight God Sect!”

“This behavior is like a demon!”

The crowd buzzed with discussion.

At that moment, a voice brimming with killing intent rang out across the scene.

“If you seek trouble, fellow cultivator, just say so outright. Is it amusing to toy with me like this?”

The Holy Fight True Lord’s eyes blazed with murderous intent.

The cultivation of the Fight God Sect lies in the character “fight.”

In the Fire Spirit Realm, the Qi Refining disciples of the Fight God Sect would go to the mortal world for training.

This training was to fight with mortals, honing the essence of combat.

Such fighting was less a battle and more a casual slaughter of mortals to temper spiritual power.

Thus, every disciple of the Fight God Sect brimmed with killing intent.

In the Fire Spirit Realm, the Fight God Sect was considered a demonic sect.

As a child, the Holy Fight True Lord became famous for slaughtering thirty thousand people in a small city with only the third layer of Qi Refining, and was accepted as a true disciple.

Later, as his cultivation advanced, he always adhered to the character “fight.”

Unlike some cultivators who only knew bitter cultivation, the Holy Fight True Lord had extremely rich combat experience and often crossed realms to fight enemies.

Though he was only at the mid-stage of the Divine Infant, he could even battle late-stage Divine Infant cultivators.

It could be said that in the Fire Spirit Realm, the Holy Fight True Lord was among the top-tier experts.

He was confident he could slay the enemy before him.

Not to mention that he had also brought the sect’s ancestral treasure—a divine artifact capable of killing Purple Mansion realm cultivators—from the Fight God Sect to this realm.

Because this realm had many people, over ten times the population of the Fire Spirit Realm, perfectly suited for the Fight God Sect’s path of “fight” and “kill.”

“Today, I will show the world that the Fight God Sect cannot be insulted!”

A powerful aura swept forth, and in the Holy Fight True Lord’s hands, lotus after lotus bloomed.

These lotuses formed with incredible speed, spreading rapidly, instantly covering the Holy Fight True Lord’s body.

Meanwhile, outside the blood curtain, a Divine Infant cultivator saw this and exclaimed in shock: “The Holy Fight True Lord unleashes his strongest divine ability right away—the Million Sacred Lotuses!

This ability targets the soul, with boundless power; even most late-stage Divine Infant cultivators dare not take it lightly.

He truly intends to kill!”

This Divine Infant cultivator was a rogue cultivator who had noticed the anomaly of the Fight God Sect and rushed over to spy.

At his side were other rogue cultivators, all stunned by the sight.

“I never thought we’d witness a battle between Divine Infant cultivators!”

If Qi Yuan had seen them, he would have said, “These game’s commentary NPCs are really dedicated, coming all this way to narrate.”

But at that moment, Qi Yuan wasn’t looking at them; he was staring at the Holy Fight True Lord.

“I have to say, your sect is quite sensible.

You know to start with a big move.

Otherwise, I’d have to kill the menial disciples first, then the outer disciples, then the inner disciples, then the true disciples, then the stewards, then the elders, then the grand elder—endless trouble.

You sent out the sect master directly, saving me the effort—one slap and you’re dead.

This god… sends you to meet your grandfather!”

Qi Yuan felt his words were quite clever.

The last line was a double entendre.

“My grandfather is still alive—it’s you who should go meet yours!” the Holy Fight True Lord roared.

Endless lotuses flew toward Qi Yuan.

Between heaven and earth, countless lotuses exploded one after another, dazzling like a sea of flowers.

Qi Yuan stood in the air, his blood-red robe rustling in the wind.

“My wife recently taught me a new move—perfect time to try it.”

Ten Slaughter Tyrant Fist!

Qi Yuan threw a punch straight out, smashing fiercely toward the ground.

The blood curtain in the sky also plummeted at that moment, as if the heavens had shattered and crashed down to earth.

This punch was created by Ning Tao based on the bloody killing intent on Qi Yuan’s body, and adapted by Qi Yuan himself.

Ten Slaughter Tyrant Fist, as its name implies.

It was an indiscriminate attack, but with a filter.

Any being that had slaughtered more than ten humans would die under this fist.

Then, in the sky, the blood-colored curtain transformed into a single fist.

Endless bloody aura spread and churned.

The fist descended directly!

(The chapter ends)