Chapter 358: If He Dares to Stop the Martial Arts Tournament, I'll Just Explode a Star

Chapter 358 If He Dares to Stop the Martial Arts Tournament, I’ll Blow Up a Star for Him to See!

In the stronghold.

Qi Yuan’s figure gradually solidified into substance.

Having completed the mission, he returned once more to the stronghold.

“The mission reward is rather ordinary.”

Staring at the blood-red pill, Qi Yuan was listless.

Even a mosquito’s leg is meat, so he still swallowed the pill.

He stepped out of his dwelling and looked around—the stronghold was ten times larger than before.

Over the years, Qi Yuan had completed many missions, and the stronghold in the Deathly World had grown considerably.

Many strongholds had merged.

What was once a small stronghold had become a large one.

The large stronghold was powerful, with many experts emerging; even the rare Martial Kings were plentiful here.

There was even a branch of the Genius Alliance here.

“Not bad this time—I can send some more grandfathers and grandmothers out.”

This mission world was arguably the largest Qi Yuan had ever experienced.

He had slaughtered an entire realm of demon beasts and stepped into the Martial Lord realm.

Within his body, he had devoured many new bloodlines.

He could send his grandfather and grandmother.

“It’s a pity that Wu Shi’s Divine Infant still can’t be sent out.”

Thinking of the moments with the Famine Saintess, Qi Yuan sighed deeply.

Between them, their feelings were as light as water, yet there was a deep bond nonetheless.

Especially the Devouring Origin Body she gave him, which had helped him immensely.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have reached the Martial Lord realm so quickly.

“When you wake up, I’ll treat you to fish.”

Qi Yuan murmured, his memory seeming to traverse time and space, back to when he first met Wu Shi.

A fragile young girl, exceptionally true to her word.

Shaking off these reflections, Qi Yuan headed toward the Blood Jade Wall.

About a quarter of an hour later, Qi Yuan opened his eyes, a hint of disappointment deep within them.

This time, he had again sent many grandfathers and grandmothers to the Origin Land.

The Divine Infant of the Famine Saintess still lay quietly within Qi Yuan’s body, utterly still.

“Wu Shi? Let me see what’s underneath?”

Qi Yuan teased it.

But the Divine Infant showed no reaction, remaining silent.

At that moment, a young man in white robes walked straight up to Qi Yuan. Judging by his attire, he was from the Genius Alliance.

Qi Yuan knew this person well.

After the stronghold merger, this Genius Alliance member had once invited Qi Yuan to join.

But Qi Yuan had refused.

He had no interest in joining the Genius Alliance and declined decisively.

“Mr. Qi, some distinguished guests arrived at the stronghold a few days ago. They wish to meet you.”

“Oh? What do they want with me?” Qi Yuan asked.

If it wasn’t important, he planned to leave.

He hadn’t seen the Canary in a while and missed her dearly.

“I hear it’s related to the Origin Land,” the Genius Alliance member said hesitantly.

“Is that so? Then I suppose I can go take a look. Lead the way.”

Meanwhile, in a private room of a tavern, smoke curled.

Three peak Martial Kings sat in their seats, chatting and laughing, exuding the aura of those in power.

Behind each of them stood two peak Martial Kings.

But these standing peak Martial Kings appeared to be servants.

If one looked closely, they would notice they were Ancient Martial Artists.

Blood Martial Artists were divided into New Martial and Ancient Martial.

Because those who practiced Ancient Martial Arts entered the Mountain and Sea Scroll with a lower cultivation realm.

And the stronger one’s strength, the harder the missions required, with danger multipliers increasing.

For those whose realms dropped by one level, even a slightly difficult mission could be a dead end.

Thus, many Ancient Martial Artists chose to attach themselves to New Martial Artists, signing Blood Martial Contracts to become servants.

In this way, their missions synchronized, and the New Martial Artists would protect them.

So even if these Ancient Martial Artists became peak Martial Kings, old as they were, they still clung to New Martial Artists to survive.

Such was the cruelty of the world—without attachment, death awaited!

After all, entering the Mountain and Sea Scroll for them was like a Divine Infant cultivator facing a Purple Mansion cultivator.

Seated at the head was a middle-aged man in a short tunic, looking like a lowly martial artist.

Yet no one dared underestimate him.

Because he was Mu Yan, a Swordbearer from the Genius Alliance headquarters.

The Genius Alliance had thirty-six Swordbearers in total, each with a record of slaying peak Martial Kings.

“The top man in this stronghold is named Qi Yuan—quite interesting,” Mu Yan said, his voice rough, a stark contrast to his name, voice, and appearance.

“I’ve heard of him too. Every mission, he kidnaps the target and slaughters all the demon beasts in the Mountain and Sea Scroll before completing it.

Many hope to meet him and team up,” a woman chuckled lightly. “He seems to hate demon beasts like enemies.”

This woman had a peculiar appearance—two heads, one human and one monkey.

Clearly, she had grafted demon beast bloodlines, becoming a hybrid.

Such people were not uncommon in the stronghold.

“To slaughter an entire realm of demon beasts, he must be a peak Martial King. He barely qualifies to enter the Origin Land with us,” another short man said.

“Pity he doesn’t have the Martial Lord Mark. Even if he gets lucky and enters the Origin Land this time, he’ll only be cannon fodder,” the woman remarked.

For people like them, strength no longer mattered—only the Martial Lord Mark did.

The Martial Lord Mark was extremely precious and hard to obtain, with harsh conditions.

First, the bloodline ancestor must still be alive.

Second, the bloodline concentration must be extremely high.

Third, martial talent must be formidable.

Only when all three were met would the Martial Lord of the Origin Land take notice and bestow the Martial Lord Mark.

The Martial Lord Mark could not be transferred nor seized.

With the Martial Lord Mark, one could enter the Origin Land, consume Ancestral Blood, and break through to the Martial Lord realm.

The three peak Martial Kings present all bore the Martial Lord Mark, so once they entered the Origin Land, they could step into the legendary Martial Lord realm and become second-generation bloodline ancestors.

Thus, their haughtiness was only natural.

“Though he lacks the Martial Lord Mark, his combat prowess is astonishing—he is a fine blade,” Mu Yan remarked.

“A pity; such a fine blade is usually too rigid, unwilling to sign a Blood Martial Contract,” the woman said, a note of regret in her voice.

New martial artists generally were unwilling to acknowledge a master.

“You bastard, you collect slaves in the real world, and now you bring that habit here?” Mu Yan couldn’t help but curse.

“A pity; it’s been ages since I last visited the real world. I hear you can collect slaves online now,” the woman said with a smile, her face wistful.

The stronger one’s power, the greater the stronghold’s restrictions on them, making it nearly impossible to return to reality.

Just then, a knock sounded, and the three in the room ceased their conversation.

“Enter,” Mu Yan said. The door opened, and a member of the Genius Alliance led Qi Yuan inside.

Several gazes, sharp as eagles and predatory as wolves, fell upon Qi Yuan.

Under the scrutiny of these peak Martial Kings, Qi Yuan appeared calm and at ease.

“So this is Mr. Qi Yuan—truly a man of striking appearance and extraordinary bearing,” Mu Yan said, his voice quite courteous.

“I’m very busy right now, eager to see my wife.

Skip the greetings, the pleasantries—just tell me what you want from me,” Qi Yuan said, always a man of swift and decisive action.

He valued efficiency.

Otherwise, endless formalities would waste time.

Hearing this, the woman’s eyes flashed with a seductive smile, and her monkey-like lips curled into a lecherous grin: “I like this kind of slave. Sometimes, when a slave resists, it makes things interesting.”

Mu Yan paused briefly, then smiled, wasting no more words: “We’ve come to invite you, Sir Qi Yuan, to enter the Origin Land together. Are you interested in entering the Origin Land?”

Having reached the Martial King realm, one gradually understood the truth of the world and had some knowledge of the Origin Land.

“Interested. How do we get in, and when?” Qi Yuan asked.

He felt that to complete the Spirit Path Martial Lord’s task, he would need to enter the Origin Land.

“The exact time is unknown—could be as short as three days, or as long as a century.

But to enter the Origin Land, one must cross… the Black Sea.

The Black Sea is fraught with danger, teeming with monsters born of various heavenly laws. Even a Martial King might fall there. Do you have the courage to go?” Mu Yan asked.

Generally, the Origin Land attracted martial artists, especially those with the Martial Lord Mark.

But for ordinary martial artists, its appeal was limited.

Especially since one had to cross the Black Sea.

Beyond every stronghold lay the Black Sea.

The giant beasts within the Black Sea often devoured strongholds.

All martial artists kept their distance from the Black Sea.

Because the rules within the Black Sea constantly shifted, and even Martial Kings risked death.

“Oh, fine. Call me when you go. Here, add my contact info—reach me anytime.” Qi Yuan pulled out the stronghold’s unique communicator.

“Excellent! Brother Qi Yuan, you truly have extraordinary courage!” Seeing Qi Yuan agree, Mu Yan changed his address from “Sir” to “Brother.”

One more peak Martial King increased their chances of crossing the Black Sea.

As he spoke, he added Qi Yuan’s contact information.

“Since there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave. Farewell, everyone. Bye.” Qi Yuan was still polite, saying “bye” as he left.

Mu Yan smiled: “Looking forward to our next meeting.”

Then the monkey-faced woman spoke, her voice alluring: “I heard Brother Qi Yuan has been seeking a wife for a good friend. Do you think I’m suitable?”

The monkey-faced woman threw a flirtatious glance at Qi Yuan.

“Not suitable,” Qi Yuan shook his head.

This woman had too much hair.

You could see the hair without even taking off her clothes.

“Am I not awesome enough?” the monkey-faced woman blinked.

She had heard that Qi Yuan from this stronghold had been looking for an awesome wife for his good friend.

Qi Yuan looked at the monkey-faced woman’s monkey face and her hairy body: “You’re a bit too awesome.”

…

Grasping her jade-like feet, tender as white lotus roots, his hand slid up along the patterned silk stockings. Qi Yuan’s expression was quite calm, with a hint of indulgence deep in his eyes. He brushed aside the strands of black hair hanging over her chest and leaned in.

The Golden Canary closed her eyes, holding Qi Yuan tightly, releasing years of longing.

When the first rays of dawn rose, the Golden Canary’s watery eyes held a trace of grievance: “Why do you feel so much stronger?”

Qi Yuan held the Golden Canary, his expression indifferent: “Could it be because my Explosive Bird-Slaying Fist broke through your defenses?”

“Get lost! I’ll bite you to death!” The Golden Canary bit hard into Qi Yuan’s shoulder, leaving a neat row of teeth marks.

“Has anything interesting happened in the mortal world these years?” Qi Yuan asked casually.

“Nothing but boring things,” the Golden Canary said.

Without Qi Yuan, this glamorous world felt dull—less fun than the Stellar Golden Core.

“If we’re talking about major events, there are a few, but to us, they’re just minor matters.

In recent years, the Three Realms Alliance, to expand its recruitment, launched an invasion of the Ancient Witch Kingdom, which led to war between Qin Yuan and the Ancient Witch.

With the cultivators of the Three Realms Alliance, the Ancient Witch Kingdom has been retreating step by step.”

The Ancient Witch and Qin Yuan had deep-seated grievances.

Now, with the cultivators of the Three Realms Alliance present, war was only natural.

“Oh, war?” Qi Yuan wasn’t interested.

“But the Seventh Prince once told Zero One that the real reason the war started was the discovery of a relic on the border of the Ancient Witch Kingdom.”

"This relic... is deeply connected to the Eye of Heaven," said Goldfinch.

The technological level of Qinyuan and the Ancient Wu was lower than that of Canxing.

If Canxing could not even manufacture a weapon like the Eye of Heaven, how could Qinyuan have created one?

This weapon, capable of annihilating the Zifu realm, was in fact

an advanced weapon accidentally unearthed by Qinyuan and the Ancient Wu Kingdom.

The origin of this weapon was suspected to be extraterrestrial.

Now, with the discovery of an alien relic, Qinyuan and the cultivators of the Three Realms could no longer sit still.

What if they unearthed a weapon even more powerful than the Eye of Heaven?

"Let them fight as they please, as long as they don't disrupt my Martial Arts Tournament,"

Qiyuan was not interested in these things.

"I heard that the Ancient Wu Kingdom has already sought help from Canxing; who knows when a galactic war might break out," said Goldfinch. "But with Qinyuan and the cultivators of the Three Realms, they should be able to hold off Canxing, unless Canxing gets outside help."

Goldfinch's gaze grew deep, recalling the aura of the Myriad Demon Realm she had once sensed.

If the Myriad Demon Realm colluded with Canxing, Qinyuan as it stood would indeed be hard-pressed to resist.

"It's fine, it's none of our concern. For ordinary people, isn't it just swapping one master for another?" Qiyuan said casually.

It was just a game; he didn't care much.

"What if Canxing occupies Gongxing and cancels the Martial Arts Tournament?" Goldfinch giggled, her slender arms wrapping around Qiyuan's waist.

But her body was small, like a doll clinging to Qiyuan.

"Impossible!" Qiyuan said seriously. "If they dare to cancel the Martial Arts Tournament, I'll casually crush the nearest planet to them to show them!"

There were still many planets near Canxing, but none bore signs of life.

This universe, according to Goldfinch, was about the size of a single solar system.

Beyond its edge, even Goldfinch could not explore.

"Can you crush a planet now?" Goldfinch blinked.

Goldfinch could annihilate all life on a planet.

Crushing a planet was something she could only dream of.

"Ahem, I'm just boasting. If it comes to it, I'll toss my Stellar Core Golden Pill onto a nearby planet," Qiyuan said casually.

"That's different," Goldfinch retorted, then looked at Qiyuan with starry eyes. "I want to see you crush a star—it must be beautiful!"

"You're putting your man on the spot, but... there might be a chance," Qiyuan said calmly.

As long as the old Thunder God and the others broke through to the Yang God realm, Qiyuan's power would also increase, and he might even step into the Yang God realm himself.

By then, crushing a star would truly be no problem.

"Tell me in advance when you're going to crush a star, so I can record a video and post it online. It'll go viral and I'll gain many followers, hehe!" Goldfinch said with a laugh.

"You're starting to sound like the heroine of a romance drama. Want me to set off a few mushroom clouds for you to see?" Qiyuan also laughed.

Being with Goldfinch made life light and joyful.

(End of chapter)