Chapter 387: My Eldest Senior Brother Is Super Super Powerful!

Chapter 387: My Senior Brother Is Super, Super Awesome!

Wine Master lay half-sprawled on the ground, unkempt, his eyes holding the transcendent detachment of a cultivator.

In the hall, all the cultivators held their breath, watching the scene with expressions of shock.

That Wine Master, his nerve was truly immense!

After all, that was the Blood-Robed Sword God, a terrifying legend known for… annihilating entire families.

Could it be that he truly had a backing?

Qi Yuan looked at Wine Master, a hint of confusion in his expression: "Could it be that you, too, know how to sing 'Courage'?"

As the words fell, Qi Yuan directly extended a finger toward Wine Master.

The cultivators present tensed—was a fight about to break out?

Was the Blood-Robed Sword God testing him?

Many cultivators in the hall retreated, some even slipping away in a flash, fearing they might be caught in the crossfire.

Qi Yuan held his junior sister Jiang Lingsu with one arm, while his other finger pressed slowly and calmly toward Wine Master.

Wine Master still lay half-sprawled, gazing at Qi Yuan's finger with a leisurely expression: "Youngsters never shed their bad habits—body and soul are but external things; the Yin Spirit's strength lies in its divine domain. Who still throws punches these days?"

Wine Master sneered contemptuously, and his powerful divine domain surged forth in that moment.

He intended to teach this arrogant young upstart a lesson.

He had encountered too many like this.

A sudden breakthrough, a rapid rise, and they thought themselves the protagonists of this world, knowing no bounds.

Little did they know, beyond the sky, there is another sky; beyond men, there are other men!

The divine domain burst open, and a wine gourd materialized out of thin air.

Immortal aura swirled, purple and green vapors seethed, and a river of wine descended from the heavens, vanishing into the dust and smoke.

It was like the sound of the Great Dao, or a celestial artifact from the immortal realm.

"This single jug of mine can annihilate the Heilan Continent!" Wine Master laughed. "Youngster, let me teach you the first lesson on entering the ranks of the mighty!"

The divine domain spread and expanded violently.

Wine Master still lay half-sprawled, yet his figure seemed lofty and majestic, his countenance stern.

"The divine domain is the foundation of one's standing. That finger of yours, I'll take it!"

The divine domain surged toward Qi Yuan, enveloping him within.

Qi Yuan's expression did not change. He lowered his head to glance at Jiang Lingsu beside him, his demeanor calm: "Junior Sister, this is how you crush an ant."

His hand reached forward.

Straight through the wine river.

The mighty divine domain seemed defenseless, allowing his finger to pierce through.

Wine Master froze, his eyes narrowing: "Some skill—you've refined the divine domain into your body, have you? But… that's all it is!"

"Watch me unleash sixty percent of my divine domain!"

"Not bad, youngster, you've got some tricks, but I haven't even gone all out yet!"

"Seventy percent… a hundred percent!"

"Ah… something's wrong, you're not right!"

Wine Master kept talking, his expression shifting from earlier contempt to present terror.

Because that finger seemed untouched by any law.

His powerful divine domain, which could easily trap a Great Venerable, could not harm that finger in the slightest.

That finger seemed the sole existence in the world.

The finger of a heavenly god wiping out all beings!

At that moment, Wine Master suddenly felt like an ant facing a human's descending finger!

He could not resist, nor did he have the power to resist.

He was truly panicked.

"Mistake! You cannot kill me!"

"Without me, you are doomed—you won't survive the next great calamity!"

At this moment, he dropped the act.

He came clean.

He had a backing, he had confidence—the Blood-Robed Sword God would not dare kill him.

But alas, his voice, his cries—Qi Yuan did not hear them at all.

A finger descended, as if the sole thing in heaven and earth, the only thing in all realms.

The divine domain shattered instantly, and Wine Master's body and soul snapped and broke in that same moment.

A contemptuous voice rang in Wine Master's ear.

"The biggest difference between you and an ant is that when I crush an ant, it doesn't scream—you do."

These were the last words Wine Master heard in his heart.

His body crumbled, his soul extinguished.

To his dying breath, he could not understand why Qi Yuan was so strong, and why… he had killed him outright?

Shouldn't he have asked who was behind him, what his backing was?

Alas, he could only die in regret.

All the cultivators present, in that moment, breathed rapidly, their eyes filled with shock.

Just now, they had witnessed a divine battle!

No grand spectacle as they had imagined, not even the street-shattering of a Core Formation cultivator or the house-destroying of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

A single finger, annihilating a formidable foe.

The cultivators present trembled.

They clearly felt that finger was utterly ordinary.

Yet Wine Master's divine domain had given them an overwhelming sense of invincibility, even capable of truly drowning the Heilan Continent.

And yet… he died at the Blood-Robed Sword God's hands.

Clearly, the Blood-Robed Sword God was the true heaven!

Jiang Lingsu blinked, a hint of delight in her heart.

As for her senior brother's identity, she had long harbored some guesses.

But she had never taken the initiative to point it out.

The senior brother said nothing, so… she would pretend not to know.

After all, she was somewhat afraid.

If the senior brother truly was a supreme powerhouse like the Blood-Robe Sword God, would he still acknowledge her as his junior sister?

Now, the senior brother had voluntarily revealed himself before her, embracing her as he slew the formidable foe—this was a sign of his trust.

Her heart raced so fast that even through… well, her ample chest, she could still hear it clearly.

Yet, she still whispered, “Senior Brother, why didn’t you let him finish speaking? What if there really is some powerful figure behind him?”

Jiang Lingsu had heard Jiu Fuzi’s final cry.

She felt a bit worried for Qi Yuan.

That Jiu Fuzi clearly had some kind of background and status.

Qi Yuan chuckled: “Before an ant dies, it says more ants will avenge it. Do you think I care?”

As for Jiu Fuzi, Qi Yuan simply couldn’t be bothered.

Just a jumping clown—killed, and that was that.

Listening, Jiang Lingsu’s eyes lit up with a radiant smile: “Senior Brother… you’re too strong!”

“I am quite strong, but alas… also very poor.” Qi Yuan’s gaze fell on the pale-faced Wang Yunteng. “10.5 billion spirit stones—hand them over!”

Qiong Yunting trembled violently, not daring to move.

She could never have believed that the one she had looked down upon was the legendary Blood-Robe Sword God.

The one who had effortlessly annihilated the Bright Palace and slain Yin Gods like dogs.

Even the Feng family, the foremost clan in Cloud Sky City, had been wiped out by him.

“This junior was deceived by this villain, truly believing he was a friend of the Sword God senior, and so…” The once-arrogant Divine Infant True Lord knelt at this moment.

Qiong Yunting also hurriedly knelt, as if begging Qi Yuan for mercy.

She was truly terrified.

“Whether you know him or were swindled by him is none of my concern. I came here today to borrow money!” Qi Yuan said softly.

His words struck the hearts of all the cultivators in the hall, shaking their spirits.

Wang Yunteng quickly said, “Please, senior, grant me some time. I will surely present the 10.5 billion spirit stones!”

At this moment, only by surrendering his wealth could he save his life.

Given the Blood-Robe Sword God’s nature, the fact that he hadn’t massacred the clan but instead demanded spirit stones made them feel fortunate.

Qi Yuan nodded, looking at the two with a calm expression: “You two are a perfect match. Make sure you lock yourselves together, and never break up.” Everyone present was somewhat bewildered, feeling that Qi Yuan’s words were oddly strange.

Hearing this, Wang Yunteng was momentarily stunned, then he took out a magical artifact from his storage pouch—a lock.

He immediately used the lock to chain himself and Qiong Yunting together.

“Rest assured, senior, the key has been thrown away. We are locked tight.”

Seeing this, Qi Yuan was a bit taken aback.

These people in the cultivation world really knew how to put on a show.

Truly locked tight.

“Also, remember to dig out your earwax, or your ears won’t work well!” Qi Yuan added with kind advice.

At this, Qiong Yunting, no longer ashamed or indignant, exclaimed joyfully, “I’ll dig it out immediately, right now!”

Didn’t the Blood-Robe Sword God’s words mean he wouldn’t kill her?

Just then, a regretful voice suddenly rang out.

“You shouldn’t have killed Jiu Fuzi.”

Everyone immediately looked over, and at the entrance, a woman in a yellow robe walked gracefully in.

Her figure was elegant, her curves exquisite.

But what drew the most attention was her face.

It was less a face and more a sheet of paper—a paper with a face drawn on it, but without any features.

Seeing this woman, the cultivators present felt a chill, their expressions turning fearful and wary.

“Painter, it’s you!” Jiang Lingsu was also astonished.

Because this woman before her was the strange painter she had recommended to her senior brother.

Now, it seemed the strange painter actually knew Jiu Fuzi.

Could it be… an enemy?

Jiang Lingsu’s eyes immediately grew wary as she looked at the strange painter.

Though she knew the painter, she understood the gravity of the situation.

Clearly, she was close to her senior brother, and she had to stand with him against any foe.

She was not like some people who couldn’t see where their loyalties lay.

The strange painter glanced at Jiang Lingsu: “I never thought, after all these years, you would encounter such a stroke of fortune. Truly…”

She did not finish her sentence.

Qi Yuan looked at the strange painter, his expression calm: “You’re the formidable painter my junior sister recommended. Do you have time to paint a picture for me?”

Qi Yuan got straight to the point.

He had come here precisely to have the strange painter paint for him.

The strange painter looked at Qi Yuan with a peculiar expression: “You must have understood my words just now. I am acquainted with Jiu Fuzi.”

“Oh…” Qi Yuan’s expression shifted slightly. “What, do you want to avenge him?”

The strange painter shook her head: “I have long since severed ties with them.

I only think that what you should be considering now is not asking me to paint, but fleeing, because by killing Jiu Fuzi, you have brought trouble upon yourself.”

“Oh?” Qi Yuan’s interest was piqued. “What kind of trouble?”

At that, the strange painter waved her fair hand and drew a door in the air.

“This involves heavenly secrets and cannot be spoken of. Why not come to my dwelling to discuss it?”

Having said that, the strange painter’s body slipped through the door she had drawn and vanished from sight.

Jiang Lingsu looked at Qi Yuan, a trace of worry in her eyes.

She regretted bringing her senior brother to meet this strange painter.

This painter seemed far from ordinary.

“Come, junior sister, let’s go see together.”

The brow above his right eye did not twitch. Qi Yuan’s hand naturally slipped around Jiang Lingsu’s slender waist, drawing her close.

Jiang Lingsu’s heart suddenly raced, but she did not resist, and felt a secret joy within.

The senior brother even brought her along to discuss such matters.

Then Qi Yuan, with Jiang Lingsu in his arms, also stepped through that door.

The door vanished with Qi Yuan's entry, leaving only a group of stunned and awed guests.

What happened today was too shocking.

It was almost more than all the major events in a lifetime combined.

At the same time, Qi Yuan descended from the air, still holding Jiang Lingsu.

Jiang Lingsu broke free from Qi Yuan's embrace, her face flushed and heart racing.

She looked around, curiosity shining in her eyes.

What she saw was a vast expanse of white.

As far as the eye could see, there were painting papers everywhere.

These papers were either drying on racks or suspended in the air.

In the center was the area for drying papers, surrounded by rivers of various colors—black, red, green, and even white, as well as hues invisible to the human eye. The rivers flowed like paint.

At that moment, the Strange Painter was sitting on a small stool before a white river, seemingly painting.

"You've come?"

The Strange Painter's voice was flat.

Qi Yuan led Jiang Lingsu over: "Now can you speak? I want to see just how many ants there are."

The ants naturally referred to Wine Master, his associates, and those behind them.

At Qi Yuan's description, the Strange Painter painted a frown on her faceless paper: "You have always taken it upon yourself to resist the Great Calamity. You should understand that once one's name appears on the Mythic Stele, they become nourishment."

Qi Yuan nodded: "Yes."

As long as one stepped into the Mythic realm, they would appear on the Mythic Stele, then be harvested by the Great Calamity as nourishment.

"The Great Calamity only harvests Mythics. So for us, as long as we don't break through into Mythic, we won't be harvested.

But the Great Calamity is not so rigid. It even pays special attention to certain talented pigs.

Once those pigs enter the Yin Spirit realm, they encounter many fortuitous encounters, their strength grows rapidly. Even if they try to suppress it, they can't. Eventually, they inexplicably step into the Mythic realm and become nourishment."

As the Strange Painter spoke, she gave Qi Yuan an extra glance.

In her eyes, the Blood-Robed Sword God was precisely that pig raised by the Great Calamity.

"Such pigs have existed throughout the ages, countless in number.

They all believe themselves to be exceptionally gifted, favored by Heaven, destined protagonists capable of resisting the Great Calamity.

Little do they know, they are merely the pig king among all the pigs raised by the Great Calamity. Once it grows fat, it is sent to the butcher."

The Strange Painter said this calmly.

Jiang Lingsu seemed to grasp something.

She felt a pang of worry for Qi Yuan.

But she knew her strength was meager, and her insight naturally shallow. At this moment, it was best to keep silent and not add trouble for her senior brother with rash words.

"How interesting. So all resisters are pigs. And what about you?" Qi Yuan chuckled.

He had long noticed that Wine Master and this painter were different from ordinary Great Venerables.

"We... are pigs that fled."

The Strange Painter's eyes held a hint of dejection.

"Once, we were like you—full of spirit, believing ourselves to be the protagonists of heaven and earth.

Until later, we witnessed the terror of the Great Calamity and how deep the waters ran. We grew somewhat despairing.

Because we couldn't even control our own realms. Our realms surged wildly, pushing us toward Mythic!"

At this, the Strange Painter painted a mocking expression on her face.

"If one cannot even control their own realm, how can they speak of resisting the Great Calamity?

Fortunately, we met a benefactor. Her name was Jade Maiden. She passed down a technique that allowed us to become a different kind of Mythic."

The Strange Painter spoke, her voice desolate.

This different kind of Mythic would not have their name recorded on the Mythic Stele, nor would they be harvested by the Great Calamity.

(The End of This Chapter)