Chapter 382: Returning to Canglan, First Purple Mansion of the Divine Light Sect!

Chapter 382: Return to Canglan, the Shenguang Sect's First Purple Mansion!

Countless images flashed through his mind in an instant.

When Qiyuan opened his eyes again, he suddenly found himself back on Seven Colors Peak within the Shenguang Sect.

"Am Is this... the game is over?"

The game had ended abruptly.

With the departure of that bird, the Sea of Root Demons had dissipated, leaving Qiyuan no time to meet with Canary and Ning Tao, or to return to his home and settle some matters with Lingyi.

Thus, his game had concluded, and he was back in Canglan.

"Hey, are you kidding me? Go if you want to go, but why did you take one of my Divine Infants with you!"

Qiyuan desperately wanted to unleash an Exploding Bird-Slaying Punch on that woman!

Granted, Qiyuan was at fault first for lodging Wu Shi within her flesh.

But according to a certain way of thinking.

Just by lying there as a corpse, didn't she bear at least a tiny bit of the blame?

Yet, remembering Wu Shi's unique nature, Qiyuan chose not to say anything more.

His near-four thousand Divine Infants could all find a "grandson" or "granddaughter" on the Arch-Star and in the Land of Primordial Origin, allowing them to rush out as grandfathers and grandmothers.

Wu Shi was a special case.

Only within the ruins, inside the body of that powerhouse who stood above the Great Principle Realm, did she choose to reside and slowly recuperate.

It could be said that without the physical form of that supreme powerhouse, it would likely have been hard for Wu Shi to awaken, or rather... her awakening would have been painfully slow.

"Alas, I played a game only to get my kidney harvested; where can I even go to demand justice?"

Qiyuan felt entirely helpless.

Though strictly speaking, it was only one Divine Infant that had been abducted.

And though he admittedly had a bit too many Divine Infants, losing one was still an undeniable fact.

"Now, not only do I possess a Shocking Mental Illness, but I also need a disability certificate; my buffs are completely maxed out."

Qiyuan decided he would go collect a disability certificate shortly.

But immediately afterward, he peered into his internal self, a look of astonishment flashing through his eyes.

"Right now... I am in the Purple Mansion Realm?"

Upon returning from the game, Qiyuan had already stepped into the Purple Mansion Realm.

Indeed, he was the first Purple Mansion cultivator since the founding of the Shenguang Sect.

"But... where is my Purple Mansion?"

Qiyuan felt deeply disappointed.

He had stepped into the Purple Mansion Realm, yet he also hadn't.

Because he did not possess a Purple Mansion.

The space where the Purple Mansion should be was completely empty.

"My disability this time is rather severe!"

Playing this game had turned him into a thorough invalid.

One of his Divine Infants had been abducted, and his Purple Mansion was entirely hollow.

The only comforting fact was that the Innate Seed was truly too powerful.

Almost ninety-nine percent of the cultivation base he accumulated in the game this time had been brought back with him.

The Myriad Dao Martial God Realm still existed.

The power of the Yang God was present as well.

It could be said that this enhancement was truly immense, far surpassing the previous instances.

"The Purple Mansion wasn't formed, so my superpowers haven't been activated either?"

With every advancement in realm, Qiyuan would unlock a superpower.

Such as the eyes that could see hidden information, the ears that could hear inner thoughts and inexplicable murmurs, and the nose that could grow larger and longer.

This time, there was absolutely no change.

This meant that his Purple Mansion was still incomplete.

"Hmm... so I am just missing a Netherworld?"

Qiyuan pondered.

The purple qi was there, but the Netherworld was still lacking.

At that moment, Qiyuan shifted his gaze to the quest rewards.

It was a perfectly straight brush, bearing a resemblance to a calligraphy brush.

The barrel of the brush was as dark as ink, seemingly etched with patterns of mountains and rivers.

"This is a proper brush."

Back in the Xuanyuan Forbidden Land, Qiyuan had encountered an improper brush shaped like a fox's tail, named the Frenzy Brush, which was highly improper.

"The Mountains and Rivers Painting Brush... I understand now.

I only need to find an artist to draw my Netherworld for me.

Then my Purple Mansion... will exist."

The Mountains and Rivers Painting Brush was a supreme treasure.

The Eastern Sovereign had used this very brush to paint the Mountains and Seas Scroll, forming countless worlds.

Now, this brush had fallen into his hands.

"So, the problem is still... I need land, a blueprint, and an artist?"

Qiyuan pondered.

With a wave of his hand, seven PPT documents appeared.

These seven PPTs were the architectural blueprints for the Netherworld given to him by that person on the Arch-Star.

Qiyuan glanced over them casually: "Cultivating to the Purple Mansion is just too difficult.

Why is it that those people can just enter seclusion, explore some secret realm, gather enough resources, kick their legs, and step right into the Purple Mansion?

Yet I have to go through all this trouble, having to buy land, find someone to design it, and get someone to paint it!"

Qiyuan felt very angry.

This world was simply too unfair.

"Alas, the hardships of life are just like this rushing river water, flowing away never to return."

Qiyuan lamented.

At this moment, a crisp voice suddenly came from outside Qi Yuan’s high-end, tasteful cement house.

“Senior Brother, have you emerged from seclusion?”

The owner of the voice seemed to be lowering her tone, afraid of disturbing the one in seclusion, yet it carried a hint of worry.

Such a voice was the most familiar to Qi Yuan.

Clad in a red robe, he strode out of the high-end cement house that somehow didn’t quite match his status.

“Junior Sister, how did you know I happened to come out of seclusion?

And how did you know I accidentally broke through into the Purple Mansion?”

Qi Yuan smiled lightly, his blood-red robe lending him the air of a great cultivator of the Purple Mansion.

Outside the door, the eyes of that purple-dressed figure suddenly contracted, like a gentle breeze stirring lotus leaves, sending crystal droplets scattering.

“Senior Brother, you’ve finally come out of seclusion—you’ve been in for two and a half years!” Jiang Lingsu’s eyes brimmed with joy and delight.

In her view, although Senior Brother Qi Yuan went into seclusion, it was never for long.

This time, it had been a bit too long.

As his junior sister, worrying and caring for him… was only natural, right?

She came to Qi Yuan’s door every day, softly calling out to see if he had woken.

Or perhaps, afraid he might have met with some accident.

Now, seeing Qi Yuan appear, her face was full of smiles.

“Two and a half years—that’s a bit long, and a bit unlucky,” Qi Yuan said calmly.

His gaze involuntarily fell on Jiang Lingsu.

His expression froze slightly.

Beneath the violet-like purple skirt, her fair wrists were revealed, and light purple ribbons tied into two butterflies adorned her white, lustrous shoulders.

Unlike the skirt Jiang Lingsu had worn before, this one had far too many cutouts; her bare back, partly hidden by her long hair, showed a graceful spinal groove, flanked by skin as smooth and glowing as white porcelain, without an ounce of extra flesh.

At the waist, there were also two cutouts, revealing a waist so slender it could be grasped, with a clear waistline, and a little lower, one could faintly glimpse the curve of her thighs and upper body.

Above, exaggerated, firm, and round, forming a stark contrast with the slender waist—truly a thin branch bearing heavy fruit.

It was utterly different from the gentle, jade-bowl curve of a canary—not even in the same league.

Most importantly, there were two points that could not be spoken of. Someone was right: purple had a certain charm.

“So two and a half years have passed, and your dressing style has changed drastically, Junior Sister—a bit unrestrained.

Note, ‘unrestrained’ here carries no derogatory meaning.” Qi Yuan was always considerate in his speech, layering his words with buffers.

Jiang Lingsu’s face flushed red instantly; she put her hands on her hips: “I’m the only one on Seven Colors Peak, so what’s there to fear?

Besides, Senior Brother, you don’t know—while you were in seclusion, so many strange things happened.

Several more suns have appeared in the sky—now there are eleven!

It’s so hot, and I live here alone. With the formation you set up on Seven Colors Peak, no one can enter without my permission, and no one can see me. So what if I dress a bit cooler?

Hmph, you’ve seen me in even less before, and now you’re being all shy!”

Qi Yuan looked up at the sky.

Good heavens, eleven suns.

He felt carefully—it was indeed a bit hot.

But not much; mostly it was psychological.

“Looks like I need to find a divine archer to shoot one down!” Qi Yuan said, gazing at the first sun with a thoughtful expression.

There were too many rude people in this world.

Couldn’t they see the suns were already clustering here, yet they still came this way?

That one from Taihuang Palace had no manners at all.

“Senior Brother, according to what you said, these suns in the sky are the Yang Gods illuminating the heavens.

Where in our Canglan Realm would we find such a divine archer?

Besides, if we’re shooting, we’d have to shoot down all the later ones!” Jiang Lingsu said with a light smile, her high chest trembling, dazzling the mind.

Qi Yuan swallowed his saliva: “The later suns are good and kind—don’t shoot them. Shoot the first one!”

That was his golden core; if someone shot it, it would be awkward.

Jiang Lingsu’s limpid eyes brimmed with laughter. Perhaps it was because she hadn’t spoken with her senior brother for so long, or perhaps distance was the best cosmetic—now hearing the senior brother talk nonsense, she felt very happy.

“Can a sun be bad?” Jiang Lingsu joined in the nonsense.

“Mm, look at the other ten suns—they’re all proper and neat, clearly not of the same group as that one.

Obviously, that sun is the bad one, which is why it’s being ostracized!” Qi Yuan said confidently.

“Senior Brother is right.” Jiang Lingsu drew close, boldly linking her arm with Qi Yuan’s, tugging him. “You’ve been in seclusion so long, you must be hungry. Just in time, your junior sister has made some food, so I’ll graciously let you have a taste!”

But suddenly, Jiang Lingsu glanced at Qi Yuan’s blood-red robe, her eyes filled with doubt: “Senior Brother, I remember you were wearing a green robe before seclusion. Why did it suddenly become red? And the style of this red robe is different from what you wore before.

You didn’t wake up from seclusion early, sneak out to fool around, and only come back now, did you!?”

As she spoke, she was a bit huffy, her chest heaving.

“No, I just changed outfits in the game.”

Qi Yuan had descended into the game with his true body, but it was somewhat different.

“Changed outfits?” Jiang Lingsu blinked. Hearing Qi Yuan’s denial, she believed him in her heart.

Though the senior master was unreliable, he was often very dependable.

“Right.” Qi Yuan nodded. “Come on, let’s go taste your cooking, and I’ll ask you about something.”

“What is it?” Jiang Lingsu grew interested.

The junior sister, a rich beauty, was especially warm and generous to Qi Yuan.

She not only showered him with coins but also with techniques.

As the saying goes, behind every successful man is a woman who silently supports him.

Behind Qi Yuan, it was the little junior sister who showered him with coins.

“I’ll tell you over the meal.” Qi Yuan looked down and saw something he shouldn’t again. “Junior Sister, maybe put on a bit more?”

A blush crept to Jiang Lingsu’s ears, hidden in her black hair, but she grew bolder: “You’ve seen it before, so what’s there to fear?”

Often, after the first time, there comes a second.

“But…” Qi Yuan leaned close to Jiang Lingsu’s ear and whispered something.

Jiang Lingsu’s face instantly turned crimson; she immediately raised her arm to block in front, creating an exaggerated curve, trembling unsteadily.

“You… didn’t see anything!”

“No, I forgot.” Qi Yuan was very considerate.

Seeing this, Jiang Lingsu bit her silver teeth tightly, stamping her feet in sheer vexation, yet she could find no excuse to take a bite out of Qi Yuan.

She turned around, transforming into a streak of light and vanishing from sight.

Watching this scene, Qi Yuan recalled the past, when his junior sister had given him a cultivation technique.

He had said he would cover for her in the future!

His junior sister had said she didn't need covering.

"As expected, junior sister doesn't need a cover."

A cringey remark instantly slipped from Qi Yuan's mouth.

……

"A painter?"

Jiang Lingsu sat properly on a bamboo chair. This time, her attire was not light but very tightly wrapped; had she not used Daoist arts, she would surely have broken out in sweat long ago.

"Yes, I lack a painter to draw the Underworld for me," Qi Yuan said nonchalantly.

Although Qi Yuan could draw as well, his artistic skill was thoroughly mediocre.

For this kind of matter, it was best to find a professional to do it.

Even powerpoint presentations were made by others; surely he couldn't be expected to do the drawing himself as well.

He only needed to design the Underworld according to his conception, combining it with someone else's structural work.

Getting someone skilled at drawing would suffice.

Matters of this sort were trivialities.

Qi Yuan was too lazy to look for a painter; if his junior sister could find one, he would leave it to her.

As long as the craftsmanship was fine, it would do.

The most important thing at present was, naturally, the Great Tribulation.

Resolving the Great Tribulation, finding a painter, and drawing the Underworld—a dual-track approach.

"If we are speaking of painters, I do indeed know of one. Though she is not the most famous, she is absolutely the most eccentric.

She resides in the Bamboo Forest Sea of Helan Prefecture in the Eastern Lands. Our Jiang Clan also has some businesses in Helan Prefecture; when I was young, I once met this painter," Jiang Lingsu recalled.

She was pondering the eccentricities of that painter.

Because generally speaking, anyone else would ask where the strangeness lay.

"Oh, is her craftsmanship strong? Is she better than me?"

As Qi Yuan spoke, he immediately drew a picture of a phoenix eating large grains of rice.

"Look, how is this level compared to mine?"

Jiang Lingsu could not help but cover her mouth and laugh: "Senior brother, this picture of a chick pecking at rice is quite hilarious."

"You still laugh? Don't tell me you haven't realized this is a phoenix, and moreover, what this phoenix is eating is your family's rice!" Qi Yuan pointed at the rice, "See that? It looks exactly like the rice at your house."

"Where does it look alike!" Jiang Lingsu felt this rice did not resemble her family's spiritual rice in the slightest.

"It doesn't just resemble it, it is it!" Following Qi Yuan's voice, a large hen broke free from the painting, flapping its small wings as it dashed toward Jiang Lingsu's kitchen, dragging out Jiang Lingsu's rice and pecking at it frantically.

The appearance of this large hen was somewhat hasty, growing in a strange and bizarre fashion.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Lingsu's eyes widened: "Senior brother, you are far too childish!"

She paid no heed to the rice-eating chicken and said softly: "Her craftsmanship is eighty percent likely better than yours. Not to mention anything else, lifelike precision is completely out of the question for you."

Her eldest senior brother had not only failed to enter the basics, but his drawing was also highly abstract; the phoenix did not even resemble a... chicken.

"Since that is the case, let us find a time to pay her a visit.

However, along this journey, I must formulate a detailed, thorough, and unprecedentedly great plan.

If there are miscellaneous chores, I will leave them to you!"

Qi Yuan's gaze was solemn, a grave expression carried within his eyes.

After so many years, he could finally formulate an unassailable, perfect plan against the Great Tribulation.

As long as he slew the Great Tribulation, the atmosphere of the Canglan Realm would change, and he would no longer be filled with constant anxiety day and night, having nightmares every day out of fear of becoming sustenance.

Furthermore, he could also break the shackles of the world, head to the Upper Realm, see Jinli, and find his Master!

Such a great plan had to be detailed and thorough, and it also had to be unassailable.

"What great plan?" Jiang Lingsu looked at Qi Yuan, a hint of admiration dwelling within her eyes.

As expected, a serious man was the most attractive.

When her eldest senior brother was contemplating, his charm increased by quite a bit.

ps: In the future, it will be one chapter at twelve o'clock midnight and one chapter at six o'clock in the afternoon, so as to avoid making everyone wait by posting late at night.

My apologies. To express my regrets, I will distribute some monthly ticket red envelopes in this chapter later! (Qidian) Don't spread the word so the bots don't snatch them up!

(End of this chapter)