Chapter 360: What Is Purple Mansion? This Is Qi Yuan's Purple Mansion!

Chapter 360: What Is Zi Fu? This Is Qi Yuan's Zi Fu!

"Long hair, short insight."

Qi Yuan, hearing the voices of these old men and women, couldn't help blurting out.

Yes, their hair was very long, reaching down to their waists.

According to an ancient saying from Blue Star, they were already marriageable.

But after saying that, Qi Yuan realized something and added, "Except for me and my wife."

As a cultivator, Qi Yuan also had flowing long hair, and the Golden Canary needed no mention.

"Hmph, nonsense! How could the origin divine power be comprehended with someone else's help?" the old man in the pure red mask couldn't help saying.

The others also felt that Qi Yuan was just causing trouble.

"The vast world is full of wonders; why are you so absolute in your words?

You haven't seen it, so how do you know it doesn't exist?" Qi Yuan said casually.

You are not the fish; how do you know the fish's joy?

This phrase was practically universal for arguments.

"Even the immortals in heaven cannot do it; who else could?" the old man in the pure red mask retorted.

"Dare the immortals claim invincibility?" Qi Yuan said calmly. "Above immortals, there are even stronger beings.

Moreover, everyone knows that at the end of cultivation, one can even reach the state of omniscience and omnipotence; how could it be impossible to help others comprehend the origin?"

Qi Yuan never spoke with sophistry; he always had reason and evidence.

To put it bluntly, if he failed in cultivation and returned to Blue Star, he could even open a shop specializing in writing papers for others.

"You... you..." the old man in the pure red mask was left speechless.

He felt that Qi Yuan was being unreasonable.

At that moment, the man entirely shrouded in a purple robe spoke: "This fellow Daoist speaks the truth. Generally, from Divine Infant to the Zi Fu realm, no one can help in comprehending the origin.

But there are exceptions in this world. I once heard that in a certain realm, a Zi Fu Daoist opened a platform to preach, and a hundred thousand Divine Infants went to listen. Those who heard the Dao all stepped into Zi Fu."

"What?"

"A hundred thousand Divine Infants listening to the Dao?"

"It wasn't an immortal, nor a god!"

"Heh, who knows if this fellow Daoist made it all up?" the old man in the pure red mask said, looking at the purple-robed man with a hostile expression.

"What I say is all true." The purple-robed man's voice turned cold, and a breath as deep as the abyss leaked out slightly at that moment.

The Divine Infants present felt this aura, their expressions changed, showing fear.

"A Zi Fu great cultivator!"

"The Zi Fu realm!"

The original doubts and discussions vanished in an instant.

The old man in the pure red mask also became deferential: "What the great cultivator says must be true. This old man's insight is indeed shallow."

Clearly, the suppression of Zi Fu over Divine Infant cultivators was too great.

In cultivation, strength represents everything.

Qi Yuan heard this and became displeased: "Why do you refute when I say it, but accept when he says it?"

The old man in the pure red mask looked at Qi Yuan and couldn't help saying, "The senior is a Zi Fu; are you a Zi Fu?"

Qi Yuan's expression turned dejected upon hearing this: "Alas, I am not a Zi Fu; I am just a small Divine Infant."

Indeed, in the Canglan Realm, he was still a Divine Infant.

The old man in the pure red mask ignored Qi Yuan and instead stood up, yielding the main seat to the purple-robed Zi Fu great cultivator.

Qi Yuan still couldn't swallow his pride: "I may be a Divine Infant, but my alt account is a Yang God. Does that count?"

The old man in the pure red mask clearly didn't believe him, snickering, "No, it must be Zi Fu."

None of the cultivators present took Qi Yuan's words seriously.

After all, the appearance of a Zi Fu was already shocking and unexpected.

A Yang God who illuminates the myriad realms would be here? Was that even possible?

It was like a village gathering in the Eastern Kingdom of Blue Star, inviting the villagers to a party.

Suddenly, a villager said he was the number one of the neighboring country.

No need to think; no one in the village would believe it.

Although everyone joked that he was from the Eastern Kingdom, no one took it seriously.

"Even a Yang God doesn't count, alas." Qi Yuan was very disappointed.

No one present paid attention to Qi Yuan; all eyes were on the purple-robed Zi Fu, after all, the Zi Fu realm was extremely rare in the three realms.

The Zi Fu great cultivator continued: "The preaching great power I mentioned is actually the reincarnation of a great power.

The Dao of the realm he was in was created by that great power, so that Zi Fu Daoist could easily lead others into Zi Fu."

The others, upon hearing this, suddenly understood.

Some were delighted or melancholy at hearing such a secret.

"The path of immortality is vast; anything can happen."

"The higher the cultivation, the more one realizes one's own insignificance."

These Divine Infant cultivators sighed.

At that moment, the Golden Canary's pretty face showed a delighted expression. She leaned close to Qi Yuan's ear and transmitted her voice: "Is he talking about you, Blood Bead?"

"Probably," Qi Yuan answered hesitantly.

"I heard that in the past, the Blood Lord preached, clad in a blood-red robe, handsome and extraordinary, with a hundred thousand terrestrial myths bowing their heads.

Unfortunately, I didn't get to see your former glory.

How about next time you wear a red robe for me to see?"

The girl's breath was like orchid, her eyes blinking, her expression soft and charming, her words carrying some flirtation and playful intimacy.

Qi Yuan, through his mask, fixed his gaze on the girl's fair face and couldn't help saying, "Xiao Jia has seen it; ask her."

"Xiao Jia sister has seen it, but I haven't!" the girl widened her eyes.

Qi Yuan took the girl's soft hand and said sternly, "Arrested, you are Ning Tao!"

The Golden Canary called Xiao Jia "sister."

Ning Tao called Xiao Jia "little sister."

Ning Tao's face instantly turned red: "Blood Bead, your servant is not Ning Tao!"

The two were transmitting messages, extremely fast.

At this moment, the old man in the pure red mask stepped forward, his voice sincere: “I implore the senior to expound the Dao, to show us the way forward!”

How could a group of Divine Infant cultivators debating the Dao compare to a single Zifu?

The other cultivators also looked at the Zifu master with eager anticipation.

At this moment, the gaze of the purple-robed Daoist fell unusually upon Qi Yuan: “May I ask this fellow Daoist, what is your view on the Zifu?”

This purple-robed Daoist was intensely curious about Qi Yuan’s origins and also wanted to probe his depths.

“I do have some insights on the Zifu.

A good friend of mine once had a whimsical thought: Zifu, Zifu—the character contains ‘fu,’ a mansion, so it is a purple mansion!” Qi Yuan directly plagiarized the words of Great Wisdom True Lord, but he added a citation and source, so it didn’t count as plagiarism.

As soon as he said this, the Divine Infant cultivators present were stunned, then burst into laughter.

“Is there such a saying?”

“Is this fellow Daoist joking?”

“If that’s the case, then I say the Zifu is a mansion condensed from primordial purple qi!”

“This mansion is the five viscera and six bowels!”

“Clearly it’s the celestial mansion!”

These Divine Infant cultivators began to spout nonsense as well.

Qi Yuan listened, stunned, and fell into thought: “A mansion constructed from primordial purple qi?”

“Purple is the ultimate of all colors; primordial purple qi is also chaotic qi, also called the mother qi of all things, the beginning of everything, representing endless vitality, the foremost qi of the immortal path.

For the supreme Yang Spirit, primordial purple qi is an extremely rare treasure!

What, you want to use primordial purple qi to construct a mansion? How dare you think of it—even a Yang Spirit cannot do it!” sneered a Divine Infant cultivator.

At this moment, Qi Yuan looked at the fat cultivator who had proposed primordial purple qi, his face showing excitement: “Sir, your great talent deserves the title of great wisdom.

Indeed, among the wilds there are qilins; masters are among the people.

Sir, would you remove your mask and let me see what kind of wise eyes you have!”

Qi Yuan’s attitude was sincere, much like Liu Bei’s three visits to the thatched cottage.

This left the fat Divine Infant stunned; hearing Qi Yuan’s genuine words, he couldn’t tell if Qi Yuan was being sarcastic or sincere.

“Ahem, no need.” The fat Divine Infant said awkwardly.

Because the other Divine Infant cultivators present were also looking at him with amusement.

Qi Yuan then said: “Sir, you have helped me greatly; on Arching Star, I’ll have your back from now on!”

Qi Yuan patted his chest.

He very much wanted to recruit such a great mind for his own use. Beneath that clever head might be hidden some peerless scheme.

“Ahem, fine.” The fat Divine Infant, unwilling to offend anyone casually, replied offhandedly.

In truth, he felt a bit insecure, because he thought he was actually quite ordinary.

Being praised so highly by Qi Yuan, he felt unworthy of it.

He seemed not to deserve it.

“Sir, do you have any more wise words to offer?” Qi Yuan continued to ask.

This concerned his own great path; he had to be cautious, and treating the wise with courtesy was only natural.

“Ahem.” The fat Divine Infant coughed, feeling even more that his virtue did not match his position.

But thinking that a fellow Daoist admired him so, he felt a bit elated.

His limited brainpower turned, just to give Qi Yuan a decent answer.

Soon, the fat cultivator mused: “Regarding the Zifu, every cultivator has their own views, each different.

For each cultivator, the best is the innate divine ability that suits them; that is, the best Zifu is the one that suits them.

I observe from your words, fellow Daoist, that you seem to want to walk a different path, a different Zifu.

Then, what suits you is naturally the most fitting.”

The fat cultivator’s words, in the eyes of other cultivators, were nothing but nonsense, a set of illogical ramblings.

It’s true that innate divine abilities belong to one’s own path, to be walked out by the cultivator himself.

But…

The Zifu is different.

All Zifus in the world are much the same; there’s no such thing as fitting or not.

Qi Yuan listened thoughtfully, as earnestly as a student standing in the snow at Cheng’s gate.

“Thus, I observe from your words, fellow Daoist, that you advocate the Zifu as a mansion, so I propose that purple is purple qi.

You might explore the character ‘fu’ and perhaps gain something.”

The fat cultivator moistened his throat, quite satisfied with his speech.

However, it still lacked a finishing touch, lacked evidence.

He added further.

“The path of immortal cultivation emphasizes the harmony of yin and yang, the fusion of heaven and earth, the Dao following nature; if you think along these lines, you will not go astray.”

The other Divine Infant cultivators found this both ridiculous and amusing.

What the fat cultivator said was, to them, utter rubbish; only the last sentence, quoting the ancients, had some merit.

Qi Yuan, upon hearing this, frowned, many thoughts flashing through his mind.

“A Zifu that suits oneself?”

In this world, the most powerful beings are immeasurable, indefinable, unobservable.

The Zifu is a realm, a common realm.

But a powerful Zifu is certainly indefinable.

Or rather, the Zifu one lacks is the good Zifu, the definable Zifu.

This is like certain powerful beings that can automatically switch their worldview, randomly switching to one that benefits them.

The fat cultivator’s words enlightened Qi Yuan like a sudden awakening.

“Master, I have understood!”

Yes, Qi Yuan understood.

What does he lack now?

Why does he cultivate so diligently?

For freedom, for great ease, for leaving no regrets.

But on the path he once walked, there were too many regrets.

On Wangyue Continent, within the Five Elements Forbidden Land, the Five Ancestors—Gold Ancestor, Water Ancestor, Wood Ancestor, and the others—sacrificed their own lives to let Qi Yuan control the Five Elements Forbidden Land. That is a regret.

Under the ancient camphor tree, the absence of Jinli was a regret never to be seen.

In the City of No Return, three guarded a single city; Zhang Sheng and Chen Jiao, who gave Qi Yuan wine, died, and only Qi Yuan remembered their names—this, too, was a regret.

These regrets were far too many.

Once, Qi Yuan had said that one day he would re-establish earth, water, wind, and fire, refine falsehood into truth, turn illusion into reality, and bring the Five Ancestors back into the world.

That was his unfulfilled vision.

Now... could the Purple Mansion not follow this very line of thought?

As the saying goes, yin and yang work in harmony.

The purple qi is the ultimate yang of heaven and earth, representing infinite vitality, the root of all revival.

With yang present, is yin lacking?

What is the ultimate yin in the world?

The Netherworld!

Yes, it must be the Netherworld!

To Qi Yuan, the Netherworld was the world's most yin, filled with shadowy souls.

Within it, the cycle of reincarnation held the Six Paths, connecting yin and yang.

Thus, the Netherworld was the most fitting yin.

Most importantly, the Netherworld bore the character "mansion."

This was the hidden hand of fate.

What is the Purple Mansion?

It is the Netherworld filled with the mother qi of all things—that is, purple qi!

Qi Yuan felt himself immensely creative.

Using purple qi to reshape all those he had seen in the past, letting them revive in the Netherworld and be guided into it.

In that case, the Five Ancestors in the Five Elements Forbidden Land would also revive.

Every regret Qi Yuan had ever known could be conceived and revived within the Purple Mansion.

Qi Yuan's innate divine abilities—the Void Realm Sovereign's Heart Demon Temptation and the Great Forgetfulness Sutra—were also well suited to the Purple Mansion's Netherworld.

Heart Demon Temptation could become the Eighteen Hells; those who entered would be ravaged by heart demons.

The Great Forgetfulness Sutra could become Meng Po's Soup and the River of Oblivion; once administered, all cultivators would forget themselves.

And such a Purple Mansion would not only revive old acquaintances—its combat power would be extraordinary.

First, find some unknown world, open the Purple Mansion, and lure the enemy.

Mm, let the purple qi spread.

What is purple qi?

It is a supreme treasure of heaven and earth; seeing purple qi, would any enemy's heart not stir?

Purple qi represents infinite vitality, the mother qi of all things, the limit of life.

No danger exists here, no forbidden lands—only great difficulty in capturing it.

Thus, upon seeing purple qi, all yang spirits would be unable to resist capturing it.

Good... and the moment they capture it, they suffer greatly.

Beneath the purple qi lies the grim, dark Netherworld.

Sorry, but the moment you come to capture it, you fall into hell.

Those yang spirits who come to snatch the purple qi likely won't understand: they came for purple qi, so how did they end up in hell?

Once inside Qi Yuan's Purple Mansion, aren't they at his mercy?

Heart Demon Temptation, the Great Forgetfulness Sutra—

Enemies he dislikes, he directly annihilates.

Enemies he likes—well, he wipes out their soul, cleanses their true spirit, leaves their cultivation intact, waits for a new true spirit to grow, and keeps them to work for Qi Yuan.

Absolutely genius!

Qi Yuan admired himself greatly, but also felt that the path of the Purple Mansion was long and arduous.

He looked at the fat cultivator and said earnestly, "Friend, I dare not forget the grace of your teachings.

If one day you pass away, and I, as an unfilial disciple, fail to collect your corpse, fear not—I will revive you!"

At these words, the scene erupted in laughter once more.

"Revival? Do you take yourself for a Dao Ancestor, friend?"

"I doubt even a world's Dao Ancestor could manage that."

"On behalf of this friend, I thank you profusely—hahaha!"

The fat cultivator looked at Qi Yuan, his expression shifting repeatedly.

Who curses someone to die like that?

Yet, seeing Qi Yuan's sincerity, he thought it might simply be Qi Yuan's low emotional intelligence, and he couldn't help but sigh.

This young brother was still the kind of man he liked—a man of true feeling.

"Thank you for your kind intent, friend. If my soul is extinguished, I will surely become a ghost and come to find you." Mm, the fat cultivator's high-EQ reply.

After speaking, he felt satisfied with himself.

(The chapter ends)