Chapter 364: War Begins?

Chapter 364: War Begins?

"How much money is in this account?"

Qi Yuan looked at Zero-One.

He gazed at this iron lump, finding it still possessed a certain lingering charm.

Qi Yuan understood that this was because Zero-One had obtained the data here and evolved.

Otherwise, it would not have asked such a strange question as what love meant to Qi Yuan.

For a robot, evolution and awakening of intelligence were similar, yet vastly different.

The Zero-One of now was nothing like before.

"I do not know." Zero-One shook its head.

Qi Yuan thought for a moment and realized that this was merely an account and password; one would have to go to the banking system to know the amount.

Ning Tao stood nearby, a curious expression on her face as she said, "Could this be breakup money?"

In the mural, the male protagonist's mother had offered a large sum of money for the female lead to leave.

"I do not know." Qi Yuan shook his head.

At this moment, he found the bank account and password quite intriguing.

This was a new kind of system.

It was technology, yet not entirely technology.

"This spaceship has only this woman in the coffin, so she is the nominal owner of the ship.

Everything on this ship belongs to her property.

Wu Shi is her grandmother, her guardian, and thus can decide the disposition of the property.

Therefore, taking this account and password is neither theft nor robbery—it is my reward for helping her kill the bandits!"

The bandits were naturally the Divine Infants whom Qi Yuan had intercepted and slain.

"Who agrees, who opposes?" Qi Yuan looked at the others present.

The Zifu cultivator quickly said, "This humble one agrees!"

"I agree!" Xie Tang also hurriedly said.

As for the solitary cultivator, he could not help but shiver as he replied, "I agree."

As he spoke, he handed over the Eye of the Sky he had obtained.

"All of this belongs to the senior!"

By "senior," did he not mean that everything in this ruin belonged to him?

The Zifu cultivator, seeing this, also took out his own Eye of the Sky.

"Fairness," Qi Yuan said calmly.

He advocated peace and fairness.

He and Ning Tao had already taken the coffin.

The rest of the items were naturally to be divided among the other four.

These four cultivators were quick-witted and swiftly grasped the meaning of fairness in Qi Yuan's words, dividing the Eyes of the Sky among themselves.

They divided them quickly and evenly.

One Eye of the Sky could not be split, so they broke it into four parts.

They had no desire to be unfair and end up like the dead cultivators.

...

"In this world, can there be an eighty-year-old cat?"

In the room, Xie Xinsu's cat face broke into a smile, smug and arrogant.

She quickly began parkouring around the room, darting here and there.

"Hahaha, they're all gone, even that stupid robot Zero-One is missing!"

Wasn't this her chance?

Escape!

With such an opportunity, how could she not break out?

"This cat owner's luck is simply explosive—not only does he have a cute cat like me descending into the mortal world to be his pet,

but he also has that beautiful female cultivator, the golden canary, as his wife, helping him step onto the path of immortality.

He hasn't aged all these years—could he be a Foundation Establishment or a Golden Core cultivator?

Hmph, so what if he's Foundation Establishment or Golden Core? It's time for this cat to turn the tables and become the master!"

Xie Xinsu sneered coldly, already fantasizing about escaping, finding the Xuantian Sect, and getting her junior sister and master to avenge her against the cat owner.

When that time came, she would definitely make that robot Zero-One film videos of itself every day.

As for the owner, heh heh.

How dare he pet a cat!

From now on, it would be the cat petting the human!

Thinking this, Xie Xinsu leaped lightly and opened the door handle.

For some reason, before leaving, she felt a trace of reluctance in her heart.

But the thought of petting her owner in the future made her smug again, and she left without looking back.

The room became empty.

...

A few days later, on the Star of Radiance.

A disheveled man sat high above the clouds, his hair streaming, countless black eyeballs hidden within his locks.

Suddenly, countless beams of light flashed, bursting out from the clouds.

The disheveled man let out an inexplicable roar.

The sound was like the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves.

The nobles and officials gathered in the hall looked upon this scene with grave expressions.

The terrifying powerhouse above the clouds was none other than a great figure from the Ten Thousand Demon Realm.

Now, ninety percent of the power on the Star of Radiance was held by the Ten Thousand Demon Realm.

The king was merely a puppet.

The princess stood in a corner, gazing at the demonic figure in the sky with deep wariness in her eyes.

Beside the princess stood a pale, weak man, his eyes filled with a bone-deep hatred as he stared at the terrifying being in the sky.

The demons of the Demon Court can no longer sit still—war... is about to begin. The frail man, named Fang Hun, was a demon himself.

Yet unlike the demons of the Demon Court who occupied Canxing, he belonged to the original inhabitants of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm, enslaved demons.

For the demons of the Demon Court, he harbored nothing but deep hatred.

"Damn it, if war begins, we subjects of Canxing will only be cannon fodder!" The slender princess gritted her teeth, her eyes burning with fierce discontent.

Though Canxing had once warred with Gongxing,

over the years, the new king had advocated for rest and recovery.

But if the demons of the Ten Thousand Demon Realm ignited war, it would be the innocent people of Canxing who would die.

"They have always been savage, cold-blooded, and brutal!" Fang Hun said through clenched teeth.

Long ago, when the Ancestral Demon vanished, these upper-realm demons descended, established the Demon Court, and enslaved the Ten Thousand Demons.

Now, on Canxing, they were merely repeating the same old trick.

"Fang Hun, can your grandfather help us?" The princess looked at Fang Hun, her eyes pleading.

Fang Hun's grandfather was a powerful cultivator, with strength beyond ordinary men.

"My... grandfather may not be able to." Fang Hun's face darkened.

If his grandfather could stop the demons of the Demon Court, they ancient demons wouldn't have to live in hiding within the secret realm, surviving by sheer luck.

"Even your grandfather can't?" The princess's face fell in disappointment.

Just then, a strange sound rang out.

A terrifying strongman in the clouds suddenly shouted.

"Blood spills from Gongxing, heaven and earth dance together; a hundred days hence, war shall rise!"

At his voice, the other demons roared in excitement.

"War rises!"

"War rises!"

The warmongers on Canxing also shouted fanatically.

"War!"

"War!"

"War!"

The sound surged like a tide, rising and spreading through a city.

The princess saw this scene as if witnessing broken ships, a land baptized by gunfire and blood.

War... was finally about to begin.

And some intelligence agents hidden on Canxing, upon learning this news, felt as if the sky were collapsing.

Gongxing... was doomed. The news was later relayed back to Gongxing.

The Seven Martial Star families and the royal family all grew anxious at that moment.

Though Canxing had once supported the Ancient Witch, the support was limited.

Now, with war looming, could Gongxing alone withstand it?

Moreover, rumors said that behind Canxing stood an immensely powerful Ten Thousand Demon Realm.

The Ten Thousand Demon Realm was far, far stronger than the cultivators of the Three Realms.

At that moment, in the great hall, the king sat at the head, with the heads of the Seven Martial Star families gathered together.

The last time all Seven Martial Star family heads had assembled was to deal with Qi Yuan.

But now, the king had changed; the new king was the former Seventh Prince.

Nearly a hundred years had passed, yet the Seventh Prince still looked in his prime, quite young.

"Gentlemen, news from Canxing: within a hundred days, war will begin." The king spoke, his voice unhurried but tinged with urgency.

"Canxing's strength surpasses ours, and the Ten Thousand Demon Realm behind them is mysterious and unknown—this war... will likely be brutal!"

"Hmph, our Sky Eyes are no pushovers either. If they dare come, we'll make sure they never return!" A middle-aged clan leader said, his face fierce.

Clearly, the Sky Eyes gave him great confidence.

"War—what else is there to say!"

"Yes, war is inevitable. We must prepare for it; the entire nation must enter a state of war!"

"The Qin Yuan of today is no longer the Qin Yuan of old!

Facing the threat of Canxing, the Seven Martial Star families of Qin Yuan chose to stand firm.

No matter how strong the Ten Thousand Demon Realm is, it's probably only a bit stronger than the Three Realms.

With over a hundred Sky Eyes, we can defend ourselves."

"This matter must also be reported to that lord." The king spoke.

Silence fell over the hall.

That lord—they knew him all too well.

He was the firmest rock on Gongxing, and also the sword hanging over their heads.

When Qin Yuan declared a state of war, Qi Yuan had already entered the stronghold.

Or rather, he was now on the Black Sea.

To enter the Origin Land from the stronghold, one had to cross the Black Sea.

All strongholds sent ships to the Origin Land, divided into twelve routes.

On the route Qi Yuan was on, there weren't many people on the ship—just over a hundred Martial Kings.

At that moment, Qi Yuan lay on a recliner, looking utterly relaxed and at ease.

Mu Yan walked over, a smile on her face: "Brother Qi, you live quite comfortably."

"Not really, to be honest, I'm a bit melancholy." Qi Yuan said casually.

He had a vague premonition that this game was nearing its end.

Once the game ended, he would face the great calamity.

After resolving the calamity, he would go to the upper realm, to meet Jin Li, and also to find his master.

He was melancholy.

Leaving this game meant no more Civil Affairs Bureau.

Meeting Jin Li and his master meant he could no longer get a marriage certificate.

"Leaving the World of Death and heading to the Origin Land—truth be told, I too feel some reluctance." Mu Yan's words carried a hint of desolation.

When they first entered the World of Death, they carried out tasks day and night, struggling on the edge of life and death.

Now, entering the Origin Land, such things would come to an end.

Once he became a martial lord, he would also transform from a pawn into a player.

“Where are your followers? Why aren’t they here?” Qi Yuan glanced at Mu Yan and asked casually.

Mu Yan had several peak Martial Kings among the ancient martial artists following him, who would accompany him to the Origin Land this time.

Hearing this, a trace of disappointment flickered across Mu Yan’s face: “They… are gone. It’s my fault…”

The journey to the Origin Land was now officially underway.

In fact, there had been many tentative voyages before, exploring the routes.

During one such exploration, several peak Martial Kings of the new martial arts were trapped in a certain place.

That place was extremely peculiar; the new martial artists’ combat power was reduced to less than one percent, inferior even to Martial Spirits.

At that time, dozens of Martial Kings were trapped there.

Eventually, it was discovered that ancient martial artists were only weakened by half in that place.

Later, an army of ancient martial artists was assembled to rescue them.

Even so, the ancient martial artists suffered heavy casualties.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan’s expression turned unreadable: “It’s like a high-speed train being trapped, and the steam engine ancestor is called out of retirement.”

Just then, the very impressive monkey-faced woman stepped forward and said softly, “Brother Qi, Brother Mu Yan is short-handed now. Would you like to follow him?

If you follow him, when he enters the Martial Lord realm, he might help you step into it as well.”

The Martial Kings on the ship generally fell into two categories.

One kind bore the Martial Lord mark; upon entering the Origin Land and passing the trials, they could receive the ancestral blood baptism and step into the Martial Lord realm.

The other kind, like Qi Yuan, had no Martial Lord mark. Even if such peak Martial Kings were strong, their prospects could not compare to those with the mark.

“No need,” Qi Yuan said with a smile. “I’m used to being free.”

Hearing this, Mu Yan was somewhat disappointed: “Brother Qi, if you help me, I will do my utmost to help you reach the Martial Lord realm!”

These Martial Kings entering the Origin Land would undergo a hundred-day ancestral blood battle.

At that time, Martial Lords would personally serve as examiners, observing their performance.

Those who performed exceptionally would be granted more ancestral blood.

Different levels and amounts of ancestral blood also signified different potentials for them.

Listening to Mu Yan’s words, Qi Yan said lazily, “I want to become a Spiritual Realm Martial Lord. Can you help me achieve that?”

Mu Yan was taken aback.

Spiritual Realm Martial Lord… he had never heard of that term.

“I have never heard of such a thing,” Mu Yan said. “So I cannot guarantee success in helping you.”

He was a man of his word.

Qi Yuan said nothing.

He still had no clue about the Spiritual Realm Martial Lord.

Neither the Divine Thunder Venerable nor the other inhabitants of the Origin Land had uncovered any information about it.

It was like a mystery.

Hearing this, the monkey-faced woman was somewhat disappointed, and her gaze toward Qi Yuan carried a hint of pity.

She was about to say something, but Mu Yan pulled her away.

When they reached the cabin below, the monkey-faced woman could not help but say, “This Qi Yuan is rather ungrateful. Brother Mu Yan, with your talent, you are sure to become a Great Martial Lord in the future!

Miss this chance, and he will never have the opportunity to see you again.”

Mu Yan’s talent was indeed formidable.

In fact, among the Martial Kings on this great ship, he ranked in the top three in terms of talent.

Among all the Martial Kings heading to the Origin Land, his talent could enter the top thirty.

“Alas, each has their own aspirations. Why force them?

We have experienced so many Mountain and Sea Scrolls, so much life and death; we should have long since seen through everything,” Mu Yan said.

The monkey-faced woman, seeing this, did not bring it up again but instead said, “Brother Mu, I heard that one of the examiners for this ancestral blood battle is your ancestor. Could you perhaps look out for little old me?”

Her tone carried humility.

This ancestral blood battle would have thirty-six examiners.

Among them, three were chief examiners.

Mu Yan’s bloodline ancestor was a Great Martial Lord and also one of the examiners.

If they obtained the examiner’s help, even if their performance was mediocre, it could be deemed “excellent.”

“I cannot guarantee that either. Everything depends on your own performance.”

Mu Yan refused.

He did not want to get entangled with the monkey-faced woman.

On the other side, Qi Yuan lay on a recliner, his eyes gazing at the sky, occasionally glancing at the black sea, countless streams of information flowing through his mind.

“This place is not bad; everywhere there are traces of time.

Our ship seems to be sailing against the current of time, from the present to the past, along the other shore of the river of time. It’s very suitable for the Goldfinch.”

The Goldfinch’s divine domain was connected to time.

If he brought the Goldfinch here to comprehend time, it might rapidly enhance its strength.

(End of this chapter)