Chapter 386: You Are the Disciple of the Blood-Robed Sword God, Then Who Am I?

Chapter 386: You Are the Blood-Robe Sword God’s Disciple, Then Who Am I?

“H-how much?” Qiong Yunting’s eyes widened, hardly believing her ears.

Qi Yuan glanced at her and said flatly, “Did you not clean your earwax last night and clog your ears? I said it loud enough and you still didn’t hear me—1.05 billion spirit stones!”

Afraid her ears were stuffed with wax, he raised his voice.

The sound echoed through the hall.

Instantly, many people stared fixedly at Qiong Yunting’s ears.

Some with wandering minds even covered their mouths and snickered.

Jiang Lingsu, hearing this, hugged Qi Yuan’s arm, her face nearly pressed against his bicep as she laughed uncontrollably.

She felt a great sense of relief.

Qiong Yunting’s face flushed crimson. Humiliated and furious, she snapped, “What nonsense are you talking? I—I do clean my earwax!”

“Seems you didn’t do it thoroughly, nor often enough,” Qi Yuan concluded directly.

Qiong Yunting was livid. Even though she had reached the Foundation Establishment stage, his words still left her breathless with rage.

She already foresaw that today, Cloud Sky City would be buzzing with the rumor that Fairy Qiong Yunting never bothered to clean her earwax.

“Ah, don’t be shy. Just go ahead and dig that wax out now, or else I’ll have to shout so loud it’ll tire me out,” Qi Yuan continued to urge.

“You!” Qiong Yunting’s eyes reddened; she was nearly in tears from his teasing.

“Don’t be shy, sister. Let’s reject the shame of earwax cleaning and be ourselves boldly!

I once knew a fairy who, to better pick her nose, even invented her own Dao technique. You should learn from her—don’t mind what others think!”

Qi Yuan grew more animated as he spoke, his words stirring and provocative.

Qiong Yunting, eyes red, had long forgotten her original plan to humiliate Qi Yuan.

Just then, Wang Yunteng, clad in a green robe, spoke with an air of distinction: “Fellow Daoist is the… son-in-law of the Jiang family. Have you come to the Spirit Infant Banquet to borrow spirit stones?”

This time, it was Jiang Lingsu’s turn to blush.

“No, I’m not a live-in son-in-law, nor do I pour foot-washing water,” Qi Yuan shook his head. “Today, the Earwax Fairy said her husband’s family is very wealthy. If I needed money, I could come to the Spirit Infant Banquet, and her husband would solve my problem.”

Wang Yunteng looked at Qi Yuan with an arrogant expression: “The Jiang family is a great clan in the Eastern Lands. Their businesses in Cloud Sky City have encountered some issues—I know a little about that. How many spirit stones do you need?”

Before the banquet began, he had heard from Qiong Yunting about Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu.

At that time, he had also promised to thoroughly humble Qi Yuan and, if possible, take over the Jiang family’s assets in Cloud Sky City.

“1.05 billion!” Qi Yuan repeated.

He felt this couple never cleaned their earwax.

They should probably dig each other’s ears out before sleeping every night.

A flicker of displeasure passed through Wang Yunteng’s eyes: “1.05 billion spirit stones—are you joking, Fellow Daoist?

With that many stones, you could probably buy Cloud Sky City itself!”

Whether 1.05 billion spirit stones could buy Cloud Sky City, Wang Yunteng didn’t know.

But it was certainly enough to buy the life of a Purple Mansion cultivator.

“I’m not joking; I calculated it.

Your Wang family owns forty-five spirit stone mines, runs five auction houses, and holds shares in over three hundred trading firms. If you sold everything, it would be worth about one billion spirit stones.

As for the Earwax Fairy, her family is even poorer—a gambling father, a sick mother, and a useless younger brother. Their total wealth is only around fifty million spirit stones.”

Qi Yuan wore a smile.

“I’ve come to keep the appointment today. Will you lend me the money?” He stretched out his hand.

Wang Yunteng’s expression remained unchanged, but his gaze toward Qi Yuan shifted.

The other cultivators also looked at Qi Yuan with strange expressions; some seemed ready to enjoy the show.

This red-robed cultivator had actually investigated the Wang family’s background so thoroughly.

It was no simple matter of borrowing money.

Wang Yunteng naturally understood this. He sneered, “I wonder who stands behind Brother Qi, giving you such confidence to borrow one billion spirit stones!”

The formidable aura of a Spirit Infant cultivator swept through the hall.

The surrounding cultivators either watched the drama or moved away.

Jiang Lingsu drew closer to Qi Yuan, feeling no pressure from the Spirit Infant aura. Her limpid eyes fixed on him, her mindset had already undergone many changes.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan stretched lazily.

To be honest, he had never bullied others by relying on influence.

Today, he had come here with his junior sister for fun, with nothing else to do.

He thought for a moment and replied, “Behind me stands… the Blood-Robe Alliance!”

He simply borrowed his own influence.

After saying this, Qi Yuan felt a bit pleased.

No wonder those second-generation heirs always liked to say, “My father is so-and-so, my grandfather is so-and-so, my master is so-and-so.”

This feeling of throwing one’s weight around was actually quite satisfying!

“The Blood-Robe Alliance?”

The guests’ expressions changed; some even showed fear.

“He’s from the Blood-Robe Alliance!”

“He’s wearing a blood-red robe…”

“The Wang family has been targeted by the Blood-Robe Alliance—they’re doomed!”

Nowadays, who didn’t know the Blood-Robe Alliance?

The Blood-Robe Sword God’s story could be called inspirational.

He left home in middle age to embark on the path of cultivation, a late bloomer.

When he returned home, he found his daughter humiliated and living in a dog kennel by the Bright Light Palace!

Thus, the Blood-Robe Sword God, filled with hatred, began his legendary journey.

He destroyed the Bright Light Palace, slew the Yin Spirit, and founded the Blood-Robe Alliance!

Later, he offended the Divine Flower Society and was cruelly silenced.

The Blood-Robe Sword God went alone to the Divine Flower Society’s headquarters and slew its leader with a single sword strike!

The Divine Flower Society became his prize.

The Blood-Robe Sword God was now the most renowned legendary figure in the Eastern Lands and over twenty surrounding domains.

If this blood-robed man truly had the Blood-Robe Alliance behind him, the Wang family was in real danger!

In Helan Prefecture, the Wang family was the overlord.

But if the Blood-Robe Alliance were to move against the Wang family, even Wang Yunteng, who possessed the potential for a Yin God, would be powerless.

While everyone worried for Wang Yunteng, he let out a rare, light laugh, tinged with mockery: “In this day and age, swindlers and cheats dare to come before my Wang family.

Do you not know? That senior, the Blood-Robe Sword God of the Blood-Robe Alliance, has already agreed to accept me, this True Lord, as his personal disciple!”

Wang Yunteng declared haughtily.

The important matter the Wang family was to announce at this Spirit Infant Banquet was the news that Wang Yunteng had been taken as a disciple by the Blood-Robe Sword God.

“What? Lord Wang has caught the eye of Senior Blood-Robe Sword God and been accepted as a disciple?”

“Congratulations! How enviable… it makes one’s… Kun turn purple!”

“The Wang family has produced a true dragon!”

“Wang Yunteng’s talent is extraordinary; if he were to compete on the Eastern Land’s Prodigy Ranking, he would surely have a place. It’s only natural that the Blood-Robe Sword God took notice and accepted him as a disciple!”

“I never thought Senior Blood-Robe Sword God would take on a disciple!”

The crowd was stunned and filled with boundless envy.

“Then this Qi Yuan dares to cause trouble for the Wang family? Isn’t that like the great flood washing over the Dragon King’s temple?”

“This red-robed cultivator is in trouble!”

These people looked at Qi Yuan with pity.

Even if he truly was a member of the Blood-Robe Alliance, having now offended the Blood-Robe Sword God’s disciple, he was finished.

At that moment, Qi Yuan was bewildered.

The turn of events had caught him off guard.

“Hey, that’s going too far. Clearly, I am the Dragon King War God!”

“Why are you all amazed at him?”

“And you—why are you stealing my crooked-smile scene?”

Qi Yuan was speechless. He had been in a rare good mood, playing the role of the Dragon King War God with his junior sister, but it had failed.

He looked at Wang Yunteng and said flatly, “You claim to be the Blood-Robe Sword God’s disciple—do you have any proof?

If you are his disciple, then I… I am the Blood-Robe Sword God’s father!”

Qi Yuan had meant to say he was the Blood-Robe Sword God.

But since the other was not the Blood-Robe Sword God’s disciple—he himself was the Blood-Robe Sword God—that sentence wouldn’t align and might be a grammatical error.

“How dare you show disrespect to the Blood-Robe Sword God! You’re finished. In this Eastern Land, no one can protect you!” Wang Yunteng’s eyes blazed with killing intent.

It seemed he truly regarded the Blood-Robe Sword God as his master.

“Call your master, the Blood-Robe Sword God, out here so I can see him!” Qi Yuan said, hands on his hips.

He wanted to see if there was someone else with the same name as him. Wasn’t that… an infringement on his copyright?

He’d have to demand compensation.

“The Blood-Robe Sword God is not here, but this old man is.”

Just then, an aged voice rang out.

An old man tottered into view, a wine gourd hanging at his waist, reeking of strong alcohol.

His nose tip was red, a clear sign of a drinker’s nose.

He appeared abruptly, as if evading the perception of everyone present.

The cultivators on the scene showed wary expressions at the old man’s appearance.

For he seemed to have materialized out of thin air.

“Greetings, Master Wine!” Wang Yunteng immediately bowed respectfully, then continued, “Master Wine is a legendary immortal figure. Even my master, the Blood-Robe Sword God, must address him as ‘Senior’ when they meet!”

Wang Yunteng introduced Master Wine to everyone present.

Master Wine raised his gourd and drank deeply.

The cultivators present, catching the aroma of the wine, all showed looks of shock.

For within that wine seemed to brew an endless divine power.

As if a Yin God had refined his own divine spiritual power into wine.

That Master Wine could drink such wine meant he must be a Yin God!

They looked at Master Wine with even greater belief.

Master Wine finished his drink, belched, and said, “Wang Yunteng is a fine lad, quite talented. I like him.

But this old man finds trouble tiresome and doesn’t wish to take disciples, so I handed him over to that fellow Blood-Robe.”

Qi Yuan looked at Master Wine, his expression calm.

In his eyes, everything about Master Wine was laid bare.

This Master Wine before him was indeed a Yin God, and a Great Venerable at that—no ordinary Great Venerable.

“Have you met the Blood-Robe Sword God? You handed Wang Yunteng to him—would he agree to take him as a disciple?” Qi Yuan asked.

“Back then, I was half-awake from a hangover, lying in a carriage. That Blood-Robe lad was quite considerate and kept watch for this old man,” Master Wine said boisterously. “It’s his honor that I shoved Wang Yunteng onto him. He’d be eager to curry favor with me!”

As he spoke, a smug smile danced in Master Wine’s eyes.

Qi Yuan’s gaze remained calm.

At the first half of the sentence, his nose twitched slightly—this meant Master Wine was lying; Blood-Robe had not kept watch for him.

At the second half, his nose did not change—meaning Master Wine was telling the truth, or at least believed it to be true.

“You’re quite confident. I’m ninety-nine percent sure the Blood-Robe Sword God won’t take him as a disciple,” Qi Yuan said coolly.

“In this matter, even if you really were the Blood-Robe Sword God’s father, he’d still have to listen to me,” Master Wine declared with utter confidence. “The stronger the Great Venerables in this world, the more they need me, for only this old man can offer them a way to survive!”

Master Wine spoke arrogantly, brimming with pride.

Qi Yuan’s expression remained calm: “I’ve heard the Blood-Robe Sword God is the strongest in the world. Does he still need you to give him a way to survive?”

“Little brat, you wouldn’t understand,” Master Wine said. “If I take off my shoes, the Blood-Robe Sword God would have to put them back on for me.

Aren’t you from the Blood-Robe Alliance? Call him over, and I’ll have him perform putting on my shoes right here!”

Master Wine was brimming with confidence, like a peerless master.

The cultivators present all changed color, some struck silent with fear.

For what Master Wine said was too outrageous.

If the Blood-Robe Sword God actually heard it, perhaps…

“Heh heh, this old man dares to say it because he’s confident.

The Blood-Robe Sword God is powerful, but he hasn’t even left his name on the Mythical Stele. Heh heh… nothing special,” Master Wine continued.

Wang Yunteng then spoke: “In this world, there are great sects and hidden organizations. Master Wine is the vice-leader of one such hidden organization!”

The others, hearing this, were all deeply shocked.

Could it be that this Wine Master is truly a divine dragon?

But regardless, whether it’s the Blood-Robed Sword God or this Wine Master, they are both people they dare not offend.

Wine Master looked at Qi Yuan, his expression wistful: “Boy, help me put on my boots, and I’ll let today’s offense slide.

Otherwise… heh, if you make me unhappy, your sect, that little girl behind you, and that Jiang family—they’ll all turn to ashes!”

Qi Yuan heard this, his expression calm: “The customs of the cultivation world are truly too corrupt.

I just wiped out the Feng family on a whim, and now here… I run into another potential murderous maniac.

Sigh, why is it that no matter how hard I try, there are still so many villains in the world?”

A gust of wind blew, and Qi Yuan’s blood-red robe stirred instantly.

The cultivators present, hearing Qi Yuan’s words, were momentarily stunned.

What? The Feng family has been wiped out?

Their hearts trembled, as if they had heard something earth-shattering.

Suddenly, a thought struck them, and they stared at Qi Yuan in astonishment.

Today was Wang Yunteng’s Divine Infant Banquet; by all rights, the Feng family should have sent someone, but no one had arrived yet.

This…

They quickly sent out telepathic messages, spreading the information.

“Wiped out?” Wine Master frowned, his mighty divine soul sweeping out in that instant, and the tragic scene of the Feng family came into view.

He glanced at Qi Yuan, a look of surprise in his eyes: “Kid, you’re pretty damn impressive—you really did wipe out the Feng family!”

As Wine Master spoke, his powerful divine soul surged toward Qi Yuan, trying to see through his secrets.

But his mighty divine soul struck Qi Yuan like a spring breeze meeting water, stirring not a single ripple.

“You, kid…” Wine Master looked suspicious, “Could it be you’re actually the Blood-Robed Sword God’s father?”

The cultivators present were all bewildered.

And before long, countless messages reached their ears, and their gazes toward Qi Yuan shifted completely.

Because just now, they had received news that the Feng family had been annihilated.

People from the Feng Palace seemed to be rushing to Cloud Sky City to offer apologies.

For the one who destroyed the Feng family was none other than… the legendary Blood-Robed Sword God.

Their hearts shook with confusion.

How could they only be learning of such a major event now?

They had no idea that wherever Qi Yuan appeared, ten suns shone in rotation, amplifying the effect of forgetfulness.

“Blood-Robed Sword God—he is the Blood-Robed Sword God!” a Divine Infant cultivator trembled, his mind reeling.

They never imagined the Blood-Robed Sword God would appear here.

And what’s more, seemingly as the Jiang family’s live-in son-in-law!

The cultivators who had secretly mocked Qi Yuan earlier now turned deathly pale.

The rest grew reverent.

“We pay homage to the Blood-Robed Sword God!” Instantly, a Divine Infant cultivator bowed in salute.

The other cultivators followed suit in unison.

Though Wine Master boasted grandly and seemed a formidable figure, they had no idea just how strong he truly was.

The Blood-Robed Sword God was different—he was a true ruthless one.

Wang Yunteng, seeing this, also turned pale.

Qiong Yunting’s eyes showed disbelief; she glanced at Jiang Lingsu, then at Qi Yuan, her expression on the verge of collapse.

Only Wine Master remained merely a little surprised, sitting there as steady as a fisherman on a rock.

“So you’re the Blood-Robed Sword God? Come, put on my boots for me!”

Wine Master’s voice carried confidence—the confidence of immense strength.

The other cultivators present, hearing this, showed shock in their eyes.

Wang Yunteng, pale-faced, secretly hoped in his heart that this Wine Master… wasn’t just bluffing.

Otherwise, the Wang family would truly be finished.

But recalling Wine Master’s peculiarities, Wang Yunteng breathed a little easier.

And then, Qi Yuan looked at Wine Master, a smile in his eyes: “To borrow an ancient saying—in this Canglan Realm, no one is allowed to be more awesome than me!”

He couldn’t stand it anymore; this Wine Master was too full of himself.

If he didn’t outdo him, he’d feel ants crawling all over.

Of course, after outdoing him came what Qi Yuan did best… kill, kill, kill.

(Chapter End)