Chapter 363: This Is Fairness!

Chapter 363: This Is Fairness!

The Purple Mansion cultivator glanced at Qi Yuan and said with a chuckle, “Everyone, strike together to open this door.”

At that moment, Qi Yuan looked at Ning Tao and transmitted softly, “Go back first and call Ling Yi over. I think this place suits him.”

“Alright.” Ning Tao nodded, and her form vanished in an instant.

The several Divine Infant cultivators before him were momentarily stunned; the old man in the pure red mask narrowed his eyes, his thoughts churning.

This brat actually dared to let his Dao companion leave.

The Divine Infant cultivators of the Overturn Heaven Plan alliance were all rushing here.

If they encountered her, that female cultivator would surely die.

Of course, he did not say these words.

As for Ning Tao’s departure, the cultivators present said nothing.

Before entering the ruins, they needed to conceal their identities, fearing that other Divine Infants would learn of the ruins here.

Now, they wished for them to know.

With the Sky Eye in hand, though they could not yet fully unleash its power, killing a few Divine Infants was easy.

“Come, together!”

Qi Yuan also began to clench his fist.

A powerful force swept through at that moment.

The door that none could open before instantly shattered into powder.

The few present were astonished, all casting suspicious glances at Qi Yuan; after looking, everyone’s forms dissipated, turning into streaks of light and vanishing.

Only that Purple Mansion cultivator did not move his feet; instead, he asked nervously and tentatively, “May I ask, the one who transmitted the Dao and enlightened the origin that you spoke of before—who is that divine being?”

Qi Yuan looked at the purple-robed man, a smile in his eyes: “Naturally, it’s my alt account.”

The Purple Mansion cultivator’s heart leaped, and his breathing quickened: “Is what you say true, fellow Daoist?”

“Of course it’s true.” Qi Yuan’s eyes held a smile, seeming tinged with nostalgia. “In Liufeng Realm, Wugui City, I am…”

“Blood… Blood Lord!” The Purple Mansion cultivator blurted out, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Xie Tang beside him was bewildered, unable to understand the Purple Mansion cultivator’s reaction.

The fat cultivator opened his mouth, looking astonished.

What’s going on?

“You are the Blood Lord, the Blood Lord of Liufeng Realm, the Blood Lord who alone transmitted the Dao to a hundred thousand cultivators!” The Purple Mansion cultivator was utterly shocked, his heart filled with terror.

Xie Tang looked at Qi Yuan, a sense of absurdity rising in his heart.

Isn’t this a Divine Infant?

How did he become the legendary Blood Lord, a great power who helped Divine Infants comprehend the origin?

The fat cultivator blinked.

Is this… a great power?

Could it be that after he dies and becomes a ghost, he can really go to him?

Both were in turmoil, feeling a sense of absurdity and incredibility.

Xie Tang even wondered if these two were putting on an act.

But if it was an act, what were they after?

“Oh?” At this, Qi Yuan looked at the Purple Mansion cultivator with a half-smile. “Are you a demon from the Ten Thousand Demon Realm that invaded Liufeng Realm?”

“No, not at all, senior, Blood Lord, I am different from those demons!” The Purple Mansion cultivator hurriedly said, his expression extremely fearful.

After all, that was the legendary Blood Lord.

Back then, a hundred thousand sovereigns emerged in full force, blotting out the sky and covering the earth. Though the Purple Mansion cultivator had not witnessed it himself, he had heard it from his seniors.

Though thousands of years had passed, it still surfaced in everyone’s minds like a nightmare.

“How are you different?” Qi Yuan asked casually.

When he first went to the Dao Discussion Assembly, Qi Yuan had already discerned the Purple Mansion cultivator’s identity, but he had not paid it any mind.

“I am an original… indigenous demon of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm!” The Purple Mansion cultivator quickly finished. “Around the ancient era, the Ten Thousand Demon Realm still belonged to us demons, but one day, our ancestral demons all vanished without a trace.”

Ancestral demons, that is, the progenitors of each demon race, all with the combat power of Yin Spirits.

The demon progenitors ruled the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, willingly severing the connection between heaven and earth, unwilling to ascend to the upper realm.

But in the ancient era, a sudden change occurred, and all the demon progenitors disappeared.

With no demon progenitors to suppress the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, demons from the upper realm descended and occupied it.

The original demons were all executed, becoming slaves, or were penned up, becoming resources for the upper realm.

Now, most of the ancient demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm are penned up; those like him who hide in secret realms and cultivate to the Purple Mansion stage are extremely rare.

Qi Yuan glanced at the Purple Mansion cultivator, his expression calm: “Indeed, you are somewhat different from them. Your Dao has a certain martial arts feel to it.”

His nose didn’t grow longer; the other party was telling the truth.

In tone, it was also correct.

The other party also had a sense of martial arts about him.

The Purple Mansion cultivator looked at Qi Yuan, swallowing in fear: “I don’t know why, but on senior’s person, I always feel a sense of kinship.”

The Blood Lord was fearsome.

Yet he felt a sense of kinship.

Qi Yuan smiled but did not answer.

The humans of this world, and the demons in the Scroll of Mountains and Seas, all share the same ancestor.

“I heard that the demons of your Ten Thousand Demon Realm have been agitating Can Star, wanting to attack Gong Star?” Qi Yuan mentioned casually.

“Senior, this has nothing to do with me. The ones now entrenched on Can Star are those demons from the upper realm!” The Purple Mansion cultivator quickly explained, afraid of being misunderstood by Qi Yuan.

“Oh.” Qi Yuan was completely unconcerned. “Let’s go, go in and take a look.”

This main control room was not large, only a few square kilometers.

Inside, there were many small rooms.

At this moment, all those rooms had been ransacked, but they were completely empty, not a single hair left.

Clearly, the things in this main control room had long been moved away.

Those Divine Infants who entered first had gained almost nothing.

Everyone followed Qi Yuan as he walked forward.

After about a dozen breaths, they met up with the other cultivators inside.

These cultivators were now all looking ahead, their expressions greedy.

Ahead in the sky, a square box of glass floated, crystalline and translucent, like flawless white jade.

Its shape was unmistakably a coffin.

"This coffin must be a supreme treasure!"

"I wonder if there's... someone lying inside."

These Divine Infant cultivators noticed Qi Yuan and his companions' arrival but still gazed at the coffin.

That coffin gave them a feeling even stronger than the supreme treasure left by their patriarch.

It was surely the most precious artifact in this ruin.

However, their magical power was too weak to see through the coffin, nor did they know if someone lay within.

At that moment, a smile appeared in Qi Yuan's eyes: "This coffin is fated for me; it's mine.

Just right—I've taken nothing since entering the ruin; taking a coffin isn't too much, is it?

Isn't that fair?

Who agrees, who opposes?"

Qi Yuan was still quite moral, never taking petty advantages.

Hearing this, the old man in the pure red mask sneered, "You're counting your chickens before they hatch."

The pale-faced female cultivator added, "You couldn't grab resources yourself, so now you talk about fairness?"

Members of the Heaven-Overturning Plan Alliance spoke up one after another: "Before we came, we said everything depends on one's own ability."

"Daoist, we are all Divine Infant cultivators—don't you understand that there is no fairness in this world? Everything depends on... ability!"

Most of those speaking were from the Heaven-Overturning Plan Alliance.

As for the remaining Divine Infant, since he came alone and didn't want to offend Qi Yuan, he chose silence.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan said softly, "I offered you fairness, and you refused. Then... let it be as you wish.

By the way, now who agrees, who opposes?

Those who agree still have fairness.

Those who oppose, hmm... cultivation level takes precedence."

Hearing this, the old man in the pure red mask couldn't help but sneer, "I oppose!"

"I also oppose!"

"Oppose!"

Instantly, the six Divine Infants of the Heaven-Overturning Plan Alliance all voiced their opposition.

"I agree!" the Purple Mansion cultivator spoke up at this moment.

Seeing this, Xie Tang quickly followed: "Agree!"

The fat cultivator also hurriedly said, "Agree!"

The last Divine Infant looked at the two sides on the verge of conflict, a struggle evident in his eyes.

"Everyone has already sworn a heart demon oath—wouldn't it be unwise to fight here?" he couldn't help but say.

"Heh, you swore the heart demon oath, but we didn't!"

Just then, over a dozen Divine Infants filed in, their bodies exuding powerful auras.

Seeing these unfamiliar Divine Infants, the solitary Divine Infant's face changed drastically.

But then, the six Divine Infants who had just opposed stepped back and joined the dozen or so newcomers.

"Kid, now do you know what fairness means?" the old man in the pure red mask said with impunity.

They had sworn not to act against each other within the ruin.

But the newly arrived Divine Infants didn't count.

The old man in the pure red mask laughed arrogantly.

Among all who entered the ruin, the six of them had gained the most.

That fool Qi Yuan, leading three fools, didn't search the ruin but instead stared at murals.

And now, he wanted to claim the deepest treasure of the ruin for himself—how ridiculous.

At this moment, Xie Tang looked at Qi Yuan, many thoughts flashing through her mind.

Was he really the Blood Lord?

At the same time, she remained extremely cautious and alert.

"I studied nine years of compulsory education, so naturally I understand what fairness is, and I also understand what peace is," Qi Yuan said, scanning the Divine Infants. "By the way, after you die, remember to thank me for giving you so many chances to show your faces before me.

Oh, I forgot—you all wear masks; you have no faces."

After speaking, Qi Yuan looked at the crowd and gently blew a breath.

"This is fairness!"

The wind was so faint, even weaker than the airflow from a cat's yawn.

Yet the nearly twenty Divine Infants opposite had no power to resist.

Or rather, their time froze at that moment.

What patriarch-left artifacts, what Sky Eye—under that breath, they were as feeble as paramecia.

Crack.

The mighty Divine Infants before him, like wax statues... shattered directly, rapidly turning to dust.

This scene was utterly terrifying.

After all, these were Divine Infants—gods among men, terrestrial myths.

But they couldn't even withstand a single breath from Qi Yuan; they were on an entirely different level.

Xie Tang forgot to breathe. In that moment, she understood: this was the Blood Lord, the legendary great power.

That Purple Mansion cultivator was also horrified.

Because this Blood Lord was even stronger than the records suggested!

I'm afraid, with one breath, even a Great Sovereign would die!

At this moment, Qi Yuan's gaze fell on the only Divine Infant without an affiliation: "You agree, or you oppose?"

That solitary Divine Infant trembled, utterly terrified.

What had he just witnessed?

Even a Yin God would be no more than this!

"This little one... agrees!" he said with a bitter face, scared to the extreme.

"Since you agree, why do you look so pained? Could it be that you only agree on the surface?"

"No, no, no!" The divine infant was so terrified that it fell to its knees. "My ancestors for eighteen generations all agree."

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was very satisfied.

"Fairness exists in this world. I shall not decline the resting place of this coffin."

As Qi Yuan spoke, he looked at the coffin.

His eyes shifted in that moment.

The coffin, whose inner traces had been invisible, gradually revealed patterns before his gaze.

Suddenly, a familiar face came into Qi Yuan's view.

"It's her?"

He discovered, to his astonishment, that a woman lay inside the coffin.

Her features bore a six or seven out of ten resemblance to someone he knew.

At that moment, Ning Tao's figure appeared: "Is there someone in this coffin?"

Beside Ning Tao followed the Zero-One robot.

"Yes, a woman." Qi Yuan told Ning Tao what he had seen inside the coffin.

Ning Tao squinted, his expression shifting: "Could it be the female protagonist from the mural?"

"Probably," Qi Yuan nodded.

"What a moving and tragic story. What a pitiful soul," the fat cultivator couldn't help but speak up.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan agreed: "She has lain here for who knows how many years. She must be very lonely."

Xie Tang was a bit bewildered. Can the dead feel loneliness?

Just then, Qi Yuan spoke, his voice filled with compassion, his expression like that of a middle-aged woman gazing at her wronged younger sister: "Here she is, alone and helpless, with no kin or friends, sleeping in silence, without a single relative or companion. Truly, it makes listeners weep and hearers grieve.

I am a man of great kindness. Today, I shall be generous and give her a grandmother!"

"Ah?" Xie Tang blinked, not understanding Qi Yuan.

Could it be that the person lying there had very small breasts?

But in the mural... they weren't small, were they?

At that moment, Qi Yuan closed his eyes.

Inside his body, the final divine infant pulsed.

This divine infant belonged to Wu Shi.

All along, Wu Shi's divine infant had shown no movement.

Now, at last, it stirred.

This meant that Wu Shi, like the other divine infants, could gradually awaken.

Through the coffin, the divine infant of the Famine-Free Goddess fell into the corpse within.

Qi Yuan let out a sigh of relief.

The Famine-Free Goddess finally showed signs of awakening.

But then, something occurred to him: "Oh dear, I gave her a grandmother without asking her permission. Isn't that a bit rude?"

The Zifu Grand Cultivator beside him was inwardly shaken.

If the woman in this coffin was the female protagonist of the mural, her power was likely beyond words.

Yet the Blood Lord seemed to have opened the coffin and inserted something into her body.

What realm of power did the Blood Lord truly possess?

Ning Tao smiled: "She is already dead. She cannot give consent."

"Then doesn't that mean I need to find her guardian? But she has no guardian." Qi Yuan frowned in thought.

This was a bit tricky.

But suddenly, an idea struck him, and he realized: "Isn't Wu Shi her grandmother? As long as Wu Shi agrees, it's fine.

Wu Shi, do you agree!"

Qi Yuan asked the divine infant that had become the Famine-Free Goddess within the woman's body.

That divine infant pulsed once or twice.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan sighed in relief: "Wu Shi agrees. Good. Today is another polite day."

Xie Tang, hearing this, dared not speak.

How could anyone agree like that?

Wasn't it like saying, if anyone disagrees with you, you just find them a grandmother and grandfather, and have them agree on their behalf?

She felt this Blood Lord was somewhat inexplicable, even divine.

Of course, she didn't dare say it aloud.

At that moment, Qi Yuan looked at Zero-One and said softly: "You are an intelligent robot. See if you can hack into the database here, find anything useful, or use it to upgrade yourself."

This was also why he had Ning Tao bring Zero-One.

With Qi Yuan's enhancement, Zero-One had undergone a mutation, becoming completely different from ordinary robots and distinct from Daoist puppets.

"As you command, Master."

Several tendrils extended from Zero-One's palm, piercing the wall of the control room.

In her eyes, countless streams of data flickered.

Qi Yuan and the others stood quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, the robot Zero-One suddenly opened her eyes.

"How is it? How much data did you obtain?"

Unlike before, Zero-One did not answer him directly. Instead, she looked into Qi Yuan's eyes.

"Master, do you know what love is?"

Qi Yuan was taken aback: "Oh no, my robot is turning lovesick."

"I think, for a robot, making money is more important than love!" Qi Yuan said to Zero-One.

Having finally acquired a robot, he couldn't let it become lovesick.

"Master, can money buy love?" Zero-One asked again, inexplicably.

"Maybe for some people, it can," Qi Yuan replied casually. "Now answer me: is there anything valuable here?"

"Yes," Zero-One replied. "According to the Archstar's records, there is a bank account number and an encrypted key."

"Money?" Qi Yuan's eyes lit up. "How much?"

"Unknown."

"Give it to me!" Qi Yuan still loved money.

In this world, who doesn't love money?

After all, he still wanted to buy Gongxing, and he didn't have enough money.

"Master, please check and receive."

Instantly, a series of symbols flashed into Qi Yuan's mind.

Unlike the account passwords in reality, the account here was not numbers, not letters, nor words, but a kind of... feeling, hard to describe.

(End of this chapter)