Chapter 366: What, Inviting Me to Be the Chief Examiner?

Chapter 366: What, Appoint Me as Chief Examiner?

Qi Yuan wore a contemplative expression.

Whether Dongjun, that big boss, was friend or foe remained unclear.

Though in the murals, Dongjun’s persona was that of a lovestruck fool.

But that was only toward the female lead.

In romance dramas, the domineering CEO treats the heroine well, but for the maids and butlers around him, it’s a disaster.

What, the heroine throws the meal in a fit of pique?

Granny Wang, hurry up and make ten identical portions.

What, the heroine is heartbroken and unconscious?

Dr. Wang, if you can’t cure her, your whole family will be buried with her!

Mm, it feels great to be the heroine, but not so great to be a supporting character.

Among the masses, most are supporting characters.

Qi Yuan also felt he was nothing special—a mere True Lord of the Divine Infant, just a supporting role.

“It seems I still have to find Dongjun.

My fate is mine to command, not heaven’s. It’s time for us supporting characters to step up!”

Qi Yuan spoke with fervor.

The subjects beside him exchanged bewildered glances.

They were just looking for Dongjun, and now it’s “my fate is mine to command”?

But they were used to Qi Yuan by now.

The divine lord was like this—occasionally inexplicable, with a quirky way of thinking.

“Godfather, with our strength, we wouldn’t be supporting characters in any world, would we?” Qi Qi said softly.

The other subjects felt a strange stir in their hearts upon hearing this.

Sure, there were Yang Gods everywhere here, as common as cabbages in a field.

But… even in a primordial world, if Qi Yuan hadn’t come,

it might take millions or even tens of millions of years to produce a single Yang God.

Aside from the Starving Mother, even other mythical powerhouses had almost no chance of reaching Yang God.

And these subjects… well, forget Yang God, most couldn’t even reach the level of Great Venerable.

Meeting Qi Yuan was the greatest fortune of their lives.

If not for Qi Yuan holding them back,

and if they were released into the Upper Realm, it would likely shake the Immortal Realm.

After all, even in the Upper Realm, a Yang God was the foundation of a sacred land.

With a Yang God, a sacred land could endure for eons.

“But still, Godfather has a point—Dongjun’s strength is unknown, so we should keep a low profile,” Qi Qi added.

Qi Yuan nodded. “Right, one must be cautious.

Even if he’s not strong, what if there’s a booger in this Origin Land left behind by the Supreme Dao Ancestor?”

“This… the Dao Ancestor probably doesn’t pick his nose, right?” Old Man Divine Thunder couldn’t help saying.

“Emperors use golden hoes, so why can’t the Dao Ancestor pick his nose?” Qi Yuan said seriously. “According to Tang Niu’s inequality principle, the Dao Ancestor’s high cultivation doesn’t mean He doesn’t pick His nose.”

“…”

The crowd fell silent.

Qi Qi couldn’t help whispering, “Godfather, even I haven’t done that in a long time—how could the Dao Ancestor?”

“How about we drop this topic? Isn’t it a bit bad to gossip about the Dao Ancestor?” Old Man Divine Thunder said.

Back when his strength was low, he wouldn’t have feared cursing the Dao Ancestor every day.

But now, it was different—he was at the Yang God realm.

He had even visualized the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Sound Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord and the Southern Pole Longevity Emperor, one of the Six Imperial Lords.

These two had extremely high and unimaginable statuses.

So, toward an ultimate existence like the Dao Ancestor, he was still very wary.

Qi Yuan nodded.

“Let’s go. Take me to the place where the purple qi was born. I want to steal some techniques and see if I can mass-produce them.”

…

In the Origin Land.

Inside a shattered palace, Fatty Egg Martial Lord suddenly opened his eyes.

“My… father’s aura?”

Not long ago, while resting with his eyes closed, he had suddenly sensed a familiar feeling, along with a surge in his bloodline.

This feeling was unmistakable—his “father” had come out of seclusion.

Over the years, he had been immensely happy.

Truly worthy of being his Fatty Egg Martial Lord’s never-met “father”—his strength kept rising.

This had also caused his bloodline to undergo a leap.

His cultivation had shockingly reached the level of a Fourth-Stage Great Martial Lord.

Such an improvement was terrifying.

Of course, this was also related to his excellent foundation, which not only the beauties knew but all other martial lords knew as well.

Before the Great Cataclysm, he had been a titled Martial Lord.

Now, with the bloodline leap, his strength frequently increased.

Because of this, his status in the Eastern Alliance had risen again, and his position had been upgraded.

After all, behind him was a hidden, powerful father.

Judging by the situation, it was very likely at the titled Martial Lord level.

“Fatty Egg Martial Lord, has your father appeared?”

At that moment, a voice came from within the shattered palace—a thin, elderly man.

This elder had also been a titled Martial Lord before the Great Cataclysm.

But now, he was a Sixth-Stage Great Martial Lord, a high-ranking member of the Eastern Alliance.

“Mm, I seem to have caught his scent. He should have come out of seclusion,” Fatty Egg Martial Lord said thoughtfully.

"Where is he? Take me to meet this senior.

These days, the ASEAN is having a hard time—we need to absorb some fresh blood." The gaunt old man spoke with a mix of anticipation and urgency.

The tasks assigned by the Eastern Lord had always proceeded smoothly.

But over the past millennium, suddenly, many missions had failed.

If the completion rate fell below sixty percent, and the Dawn Chime sounded, everyone would die.

The Land of Origins, the Land of Endings, and the Scroll of Mountains and Seas would all perish.

Now, any extra strength was welcome.

"Come, I'll take you to meet my... father!" The Fat Egg Martial Lord gritted his teeth and finally said.

"Good," the gaunt old man nodded.

"What if he doesn't recognize me?" Suddenly, the Fat Egg Martial Lord hesitated.

"The Fat Egg Martial Lord worries too much. Your bloodline is very strong—you must have inherited it perfectly from him. You look just like him; how could he not recognize you?" the gaunt old man said.

Fat Egg looked at his own round belly and finally nodded slowly: "You have a point. Let's go!"

...

In the Land of Origins, the Sea of Ten Thousand Souls.

This was where the ends of the earth and the corners of the sea converged in the Land of Origins.

Vibrant life radiated forth.

Qi Yuan sat alone, his clothes ruffled by the wind, his expression calm.

"All things in this world emerged from the Sea of Ten Thousand Souls.

Where did all things in the world come from?

From coincidence, or from the one that escaped the Great Dao?"

He gazed at the Sea of Ten Thousand Souls, lost in thought.

"No, I can't think anymore—I'll grow a brain."

Qi Yuan's divine domain was a mess, filled with all sorts of strange things.

A planet turned into a soccer ball lying on a field; a dung beetle rolled a giant sphere.

Qi Yuan's thoughts were also chaotic.

If he kept thinking, kept pondering too much, he feared his true spirit could not bear it.

This was the first time Qi Yuan felt that his body was unworthy of his noble, clever brain.

"What a pity—even as resourceful as I am, I cannot replicate the Purple Qi."

Qi Yuan looked ahead, countless pieces of information flooding in.

But replicating the Purple Qi was utterly impossible.

Or perhaps, if he sat here for ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years, or five million years, seeing different information each day, he might manage it.

But that would take too much time.

Just then, suddenly, the space behind him rippled.

Two beings appeared—one fat, one thin.

The Fat Egg Martial Lord craned his neck, looking around, searching for something.

When his gaze fell on Qi Yuan, he froze for a moment.

A feeling of shame and inferiority spread through him.

He wished he could tear his own flesh apart.

This was too... perfect, wasn't it?

"Is this my father?" The Fat Egg Martial Lord took a deep breath, sucking in his stomach to appear slimmer.

The gaunt old man also looked doubtful, glancing at Qi Yuan, then sizing up the Fat Egg Martial Lord: "They really don't look alike."

Still, they wasted no more words and flew forward.

"The ASEAN Divine Elder pays respects to the senior!"

"The ASEAN Fat Egg pays respects to the senior!"

They bowed respectfully and stood to one side.

One fat, one thin—strikingly conspicuous.

Though the Fat Egg Martial Lord had tried his best to suck in his breath, he was still several times wider than the Divine Elder Martial Lord.

Qi Yuan did not answer; his eyes remained fixed on the Sea of Ten Thousand Souls. "What business do you have with me?"

Hearing this, the Fat Egg Martial Lord felt a pang of disappointment.

The surging bloodline told him that the man before him was truly his "biological father."

But the coldness in his tone stirred an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Bloodline martial arts, compared to immortal cultivation, were much faster to master.

There were even benefits like bloodline leaps.

But there was a major problem: those with weaker bloodlines always felt an inexplicable closeness to the strongest bloodline bearer, easily influenced by them.

This was utterly unimaginable in immortal cultivation.

"Now, the Dawn Chime is about to begin, and the progress of the Scroll of Mountains and Seas is slow.

The ASEAN specially invites you, senior, to join us for the great plan!" the Divine Elder Martial Lord said earnestly. Then he shifted his tone: "Your descendant, the Fat Egg Martial Lord, has also been serving in the ASEAN all along."

The Divine Elder Martial Lord played the emotional card.

As for the benefit card?

There was none.

The Land of Origins was too poor—there were no great benefits to offer.

Most importantly, this matter concerned life and death; no martial lord could stand aside.

Otherwise, when the Dawn Chime sounded, the world would fall into silence.

"Joining you to save the world—that sounds interesting," Qi Yuan murmured. "But saving the world is the business of heroes and the chosen ones, and it takes too much time. I'm busy—I don't have the time."

Hearing Qi Yuan's words, the Divine Elder Martial Lord was momentarily stunned.

He had anticipated a refusal, but not one framed as "too busy to save the world."

"Senior... time can always be squeezed out," the Divine Elder Martial Lord said.

The Fat Egg Martial Lord couldn't help but add: "...Senior, what are you busy with? The ASEAN can relieve your worries!"

Qi Yuan looked at Fat Egg, a hint of approval in his eyes: "I want to become a Spiritual Realm Martial Lord. Is there a way?"

This was his mission, with higher priority than saving the world.

"I've never heard of it," the Fat Egg Martial Lord frowned.

Within the Eastern Alliance, there was no record whatsoever of the Spirit Realm Martial Lord.

The Ancient Sage Martial Lord also frowned, but then, as if struck by a thought, he murmured softly, “Though we know not of the Spirit Realm Martial Lord… the Wall of the Eastern Sovereign may hold the answer!”

“The Wall of the Eastern Sovereign—what is that?” Qi Yuan asked, curiosity piqued.

“Within the Eastern Alliance stands a wondrous wall, left behind by the Eastern Sovereign.

This wall knows all under heaven and can discern truth from falsehood.

Senior, in a little while, the Ancestral Blood Battle will commence. Once it ends, the Wall of the Eastern Sovereign shall appear.

You may then ask the wall about the Spirit Realm Martial Lord,” the Ancient Sage Martial Lord said earnestly. “If you are willing, Senior, I can recommend you as one of the three chief examiners for the Ancestral Blood Contest!

A chief examiner has the right to question the Wall of the Eastern Sovereign!”

Qi Yuan pondered this for a moment. “Sounds… acceptable.

In that case, I’ll reluctantly take on the role of chief examiner.”

He looked forward to learning about the Spirit Realm Martial Lord.

His mission regarding the Human Path Martial Lord was nearly complete.

Once he finished the Spirit Realm Martial Lord’s mission, he would break through to become the Myriad Path Martial God, and this game would end.

Hearing this, the Ancient Sage Martial Lord’s face lit up with joy. “Congratulations, Senior, on joining the Eastern Alliance!”

“By the way, let me make this clear—joining the Eastern Alliance does not mean I will swear loyalty to the Eastern Sovereign!”

Qi Yuan was here to play a game, not to pledge fealty.

“No problem. Though the Eastern Alliance was founded by the Eastern Sovereign, our purpose is to save the world, not to serve any individual.

If the Eastern Sovereign ever sought to destroy the world, we would slay him as well!” the Ancient Sage Martial Lord quickly assured.

Qi Yuan nodded. “In that case, I’ll go take a look at your Eastern Alliance.”

“Please follow me, Senior,” said the Ancient Sage Martial Lord.

The three of them swiftly made their way toward the Eastern Alliance.

At that moment, the Fat Egg Martial Lord followed behind the other two, his expression troubled. Finally, summoning his courage, he spoke softly, “Senior, please wait!”

“Oh?” Qi Yuan halted, a flicker of wariness in his eyes. “What is it?”

Whenever someone uttered words like “Daoist friend, please stay,” nothing good ever followed.

“May I ask… are you my long-lost… father?” the Fat Egg Martial Lord stammered, finally voicing the question that had haunted him for years.

In the eyes of his tens of thousands of pounds of flesh, there still lingered a trace of childlike innocence and purity.

Such was the power of bloodline.

Even a great martial lord, when faced with a stronger, more perfect bloodline, could not help but show the demeanor of a junior.

Qi Yuan looked at the Fat Egg Martial Lord, barely holding back his composure. “Don’t spread rumors. I only got married recently—I don’t have a child as old as you!”

His household registry currently listed only three people:

Himself, Xiao Jia, and the Canary.

There was no Fat Egg Martial Lord among them.

Hearing this, the Fat Egg Martial Lord’s expression fell into disappointment, his heart heavy with sorrow.

“I understand.”

He said no more, nursing his wounds alone.

He understood now—it must be that his mother was too ugly, so his father was repulsed and refused to acknowledge him.

He too felt helpless—why had he inherited his mother’s traits instead of his father’s?

…

“Greetings, Ancestor!”

“Greetings, Senior!”

On an abandoned ship, Mu Yan gazed at the ancestor before him, his eyes filled with deep reverence.

Behind Mu Yan stood several peak Martial Kings who had emerged from the stronghold with him.

Some of these peak Martial Kings bore the mark of a Martial Lord, while others had sworn loyalty to Mu Yan, aiding him in achieving good results in the Ancestral Blood Contest.

At this moment, Mu Yan looked at one of the ancestor’s avatars with awe.

It was merely an avatar, yet Mu Yan could sense that if the ancestor so wished, a single glance could slay everyone present.

This was a Martial Lord—the dream of every martial artist.

“Not bad, accomplished at a young age. In this Ancestral Blood Battle, strive to enter the top thirty.

Once you enter the top thirty and receive the Ancestral Blood Baptism, you will surely step into the realm of Martial Lord within ten years!” the ancestor’s avatar praised.

Every peak Martial King bearing the mark of a Martial Lord would receive the Ancestral Blood Baptism.

But the Ancestral Blood Battle determined the degree of the baptism.

Those ranked lower might, even after the baptism, take many years to reach the Martial Lord realm. And even if they did, their potential would be exhausted, leaving them stuck at the first tier of Martial Lord.

“I will do my utmost to secure a place in the top thirty!” Mu Yan declared solemnly.

“If you enter the top thirty, I will grant you one small request,” the Martial Lord said, clearly valuing this descendant. “Now, tell me—what do you need?”

Mu Yan’s heart stirred with excitement. After a moment’s thought, he spoke, “During the journey across the Black Sea, we encountered a crisis. A peak Martial King named Qi Yuan saved my life.

However, he had a conflict with Zhi Xian and killed him. Behind Zhi Xian stands the Stacked Cat Martial Lord. I hope the ancestor can step in to resolve this grudge.”

Mu Yan said through gritted teeth.

During the Black Sea voyage, Qi Yuan had intervened many times, resolving numerous difficulties.

In a way, he had also saved Mu Yan.

“Not bad—loyal and righteous. You are a worthy descendant of mine.

I will handle this matter.

When the time comes, let him apologize to the Stacked Cat Martial Lord, and the matter will be settled.” The Martial Lord seemed in good spirits.

“Thank you, Ancestor!” Mu Yan was overjoyed.

Qi Yuan’s life was safe.

But then, thinking of something else, he continued, “The Eastern Alliance is currently in need of people.

This Brother Qi is the strongest and most talented Martial King I have ever seen. Might he have a chance to participate in the Ancestral Blood Contest?”

He still hoped to help Qi Yuan, to let him join the contest.

The peak Martial Kings behind Mu Yan flashed envy in their eyes.

Clearly, they did not want Qi Yuan to take part.

The Martial Lord mused, “Without the mark of a Martial Lord, one is not qualified to participate in the Ancestral Blood Contest.

Such matters must be approved by the chief examiner.”

Every chief examiner possesses the strength of a titled martial sovereign. I, old and low in rank, cannot decide.

Mu Yan heard this and was somewhat disappointed, yet still said gratefully, "This junior was too presumptuous!"

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(The end of this chapter)