Chapter 392: Being Too Good at Raising Pigs Is Bad Too, the Myth of Running Away!

Chapter 392: Even Raising Pigs Can Be Too Successful; The Myth of Flight!

Beholding the Jade Maiden's countenance, the assembled cultivators grew somewhat perplexed.

Seeing this, the hulking brute hastily interjected, "Naturally, there is no need for Your Highness the Jade Maiden to act in person; we ourselves can suppress and slay him!"

He fancied that asking Her Highness to strike had somehow incurred her divine displeasure.

After all, Her Highness sat high above, a myth illuminating the heavens; how could she deign to lower herself against a mere Blood-Robed Sword God?

"Act in person?" The Jade Maiden sneered. "And why should I not? I must act in person!"

The burly man rejoiced inwardly at her words.

Yet in the very next breath, a fierce sense of peril assaulted him, pricking his back like needles.

He instantly snapped to alertness, but before his divine spiritual power could even converge, a crushing pressure descended squarely upon his frame.

The other Grand Sovereigns who had clamored alongside him just now were subjected to the exact same pressure.

"No!"

They could neither comprehend nor understand in the slightest why Her Highness the Jade Maiden was turning her hand against them.

They were merely alternative myths, their distance from a myth that illuminated the heavens far too vast to bridge.

In the span of a single breath, the eight Grand Sovereigns perished instantly, reduced to fine powder.

Having descended from the Upper Realm, her mastery over power had reached an astonishing degree.

An obliteration of this nature would not even draw the pull of the Heavenly Dao to enter the Void Realm.

A collective gasp rippled through the field, everyone staring at the Jade Maiden with absolute dread.

The Jade Maiden merely clapped her hands clean: "He is the light of the world, the sole being with the hope of wrenching you all free from the Great Tribulation, and yet you actually expect me to go and kill him?"

To say nothing of whether the Blood-Robed Sword God could contend with the Great Tribulation.

Even the feat of ten suns rising into the sky was something she herself seemed unable to cope with.

That was a man capable of rivaling the Great Sun itself.

If he truly was the one whom her Grand Ancestor pursued and adored, then striking him was completely out of the question.

The remaining cultivators witnessed this scene, human hearts shaken to their core.

"He can contend with the Great Tribulation?"

"Is the Great Tribulation not supposed to be irresistible?"

"What about the imprints upon our bodies?"

The surviving cultivators felt their hearts swell with agitation and bewilderment.

How could this Blood-Robed Sword God possibly withstand the Great Tribulation?

One must remember, the Jade Maiden had once proclaimed that even a Yang God of the Upper Realm could not cope with the Great Tribulation.

And yet... what sort of turn was this?

If a Yang God could not achieve it, the Blood-Robed Sword God could?

"Come, accompany me to pay respects to the Blood-Robed Sword God!" A sharp, sharp gleam flickered within the Jade Maiden’s eyes.

If the Blood-Robed Sword God truly was that Ten Suns Heavenly Venerable, the situation in the Canglan Realm was bound to undergo a drastic transformation.

However, recalling something, a strand of melancholy flitted through her gaze.

If the Ten Suns Heavenly Venerable formally rebelled against the Great Sun, the Great Tribulation of the Canglan Realm would be a trifling matter, but... all living spirits within the Canglan Realm might face utter annihilation.

Meanwhile, in the Sixth Heaven of the Upper Realm.

Within a certain branch palace of the Taihuang Palace.

Daoist Kunxia packed away every last one of his belongings, using the cover of night to transform into a streak of light and depart.

All of a sudden, a voice drifted through the air.

"Daoist Kunxia, where are you off to in the dead of night?"

Hearing the voice, Daoist Kunxia’s heart leaped into his throat, but upon seeing the newcomer, a sigh of relief escaped his chest.

"Ah, I have been in secluded cultivation for far too long, it truly grew tedious, so I intend to wander about and experience the mortal world." Daoist Kunxia spoke with a solemn face, a timely sliver of exhaustion appearing in his eyes.

"As expected of the rising star on this term's merit roster, Fellow Daoist Kunxia has struck it rich, a truly enviable feat.

Alas, that piece of flesh-land the old man here keeps watch over has gone on for so many years without a single good seed of destiny appearing.

Unlike Fellow Daoist Kunxia, who produced a Yang God previously, and now is rumored to have gained another powerhouse possessing the fortune of the Great Dao.

This is premium sustenance; once harvested, the rewards from above will certainly not be lacking!" The green-robed elder's eyes were filled entirely with envy.

In the world he guarded, rebels were numerous enough, but they were all small fry and minnows.

As for the kind of rebel capable of condensing destiny and the grand trend, there was not a single one.

Among the three thousand worlds, the world he watched over ranked at the very bottom.

Therefore, he was thinking of coming to seek guidance from his good friend, Daoist Kunxia.

"Cough, cough, mere luck." Daoist Kunxia's expression turned peculiar, his inner anxiety mounting even further.

Some time ago, he had indeed been deeply delighted, joyous even.

Because the Dark Sun had been obliterated!

Within the Dark Sun lay stored vast amounts of sustenance, corpses, and puppets.

In terms of combat prowess, the Dark Sun was fully capable of suppressing the Canglan Realm.

With the Dark Sun destroyed, a man by the name of the Blood-Robed Sword God emerged into his field of vision.

Without a doubt, for such a formidable figure to appear in the Canglan Realm, he had to be a practitioner who had condensed destiny and the fortune of the Great Dao.

Within the three thousand 'pig farms', only such a pig could be considered a fine pig.

He had merely leaked a bit of the news regarding this 'fine pig', and it had already brought him a wave of flattery, with the higher-ups even bestowing commendations upon him.

For a time, he lived in absolute triumph, enjoying a care-free year or two, simply waiting for the harvest.

"How is that mere luck? Alas, the old man here came precisely wanting to enter the domain guarded by Fellow Daoist Kunxia to take a look and learn a thing or two.

After all these years without a single shred of merit, I too have grown somewhat vexed." As the green-robed elder spoke, he slipped a storage pouch into Daoist Kunxia’s hand.

Daoist Kunxia accepted it without showing any emotion, then followed up: "Only a few centuries remain until the harvest; entering to look now will yield nothing to learn.

How about this, once the harvesting is complete, I shall personally escort you to take a look at the domain I guard."

When it came to this matter, Daoist Kunxia did indeed possess experience.

The Great Tribulation must not become common knowledge, but one must always leave behind magic treasures and leak word of the tribulation, giving certain individuals the illusion that they could save the world.

Destiny was something that could be snowballed.

"That sounds well, then I shall trouble Fellow Daoist Kunxia!" The green-robed elder bowed solemnly, before letting out a sigh, "I wonder when the domain this old man guards might also give rise to a destiny-blessed prodigy like the one in Fellow Daoist Kunxia’s domain."

Hearing this, Daoist Kunxia's lips twitched violently with the urge to grimace: "I am heading out for a trip, to return in three hundred years, at which time we shall discuss the harvest together. Fellow Daoist... farewell!"

The moment Daoist Kunxia finished speaking, he transformed into a streak of light and vanished without a trace.

As for... goodbye?

Goodbye my ass, never see you again!

That old fool has to flee!

Indeed, his pig-raising skills were fine, letting the higher-ups harvest plenty of fine resources.

But damn... being too fine is also a crime.

Especially the ten suns hanging in the sky...

Why does that look so familiar?

He suddenly recalled that some time ago, his disciple had reported to him that ten extra suns had appeared in the Canglan Realm.

At the time, he thought it was an illusion, or some strange phenomenon.

He was at a critical moment in alchemy, planning to wait a few years before checking.

Now it seemed, no need to check.

He directly killed that disciple, and after soul-searching, found that only he knew about the ten suns appearing in the Canglan Realm.

Raising pigs was one thing, but raising a flood dragon that could swallow its master!

Then why not flee immediately?

If that one from the Taihuang Palace learned that the hottest figure in the upper realm, the Ten Suns Venerable, originated from the Canglan Realm,

how could he survive?

He directly grabbed his lantern and fled!

"Alas, sometimes being too capable isn't a good thing; fleeing is what matters."

As for news of the Ten Suns Venerable, naturally, he would conceal it as long as possible.

"The upper realm is no place to stay; I'll go to the lower realm... Now the Buddha realms are in endless strife, many strong ones descend, and I can slip in by muddying the waters—surely nothing will happen.

Alas, my homeland, from now on there will be no more glorious Kunxia Daoist, only a nameless Daoist dwelling in a stinking ditch."

For someone used to the upper realm, especially the Sixth Heaven, being forced to go to the lower realm—that feeling was bitter.

No less than someone on Blue Star who lived in a villa being forced to survive in a sewer.

Kunxia Daoist's heart was bitter, but there was no help for it—who told him he was too capable? He had to pack up and flee, to lie low in the lower realm.

As for returning to the upper realm, that was impossible.

...

While Kunxia Daoist was fleeing,

the Jade Maiden finally met Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan sized up this woman from the upper realm, disappointment in his eyes: "I thought you were here to cause me trouble, so I could save time and kill you all."

These days, he had been busy reflecting on the myriad realms, searching for the Liufeng Realm, with no time to deal with that hidden organization.

He had originally thought to go see those aged white moons someday.

But unexpectedly, the white moon was too enthusiastic, coming to him on her own.

The Jade Maiden looked at Qi Yuan, her heart actually trembling a little.

To be honest, this was her first time encountering such a powerful being.

"Those who offended you, senior, I have all suppressed and killed!" the Jade Maiden quickly said.

"Oh... you come from the upper realm?" Qi Yuan asked.

His eyes could smell the strange aura on the Jade Maiden.

"Reporting to you, sir, yes!" the Jade Maiden hurriedly replied.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan's eyes lit up: "Your strength is not bad, much stronger than that Shen Wushen... How about we conduct cross-realm trade, smuggling together.

In this lower realm, whatever resources you fancy, tell me, and I'll gather them for you.

In return, whatever techniques you have in the upper realm, send them all down to me!"

Generally speaking, smuggling brings in big money.

Back on Blue Star, when Qi Yuan watched TV, he especially envied those who shuttled between ancient and modern times, smuggling "antiques."

Using ordinary salt, glass, and mirrors to exchange for ancients' gold and treasures, even getting ancient masters to personally write a calligraphy piece for you.

That's an antique, a genuine work!

Though why, when brought out through a time-space gate with ink still wet, could it be appraised as authentic by masters? Simple—since there's a time-space gate, everything is reasonable.

Now, with the opportunity for cross-realm trade before him, Qi Yuan naturally didn't want to miss it.

"If you need it, senior, I will do my utmost!" the Jade Maiden quickly agreed.

Though the Canglan Realm had fallen from the upper realm, having been separated for so long, it had become a lower realm.

To a mythic-level expert like her, the lower realm was like a garbage dump—what good things could there be?

But since the Ten Suns Venerable needed it, she would oblige.

"Now give me some techniques, preferably divine methods—I'm short on divine methods!" Qi Yuan's eyes sparkled. "The more the better, and I'm also short on ordinary techniques!"

As his power grew, advancing the *Qi Yuan Sutra* became increasingly difficult.

Even with the help of Pinduoduo's power, plundering techniques from all over, he still lacked too many.

Now, here was someone from the upper realm, and a mythic at that.

He had to... make good use of her.

If Shen Wushen could produce a few divine methods, a mythic like her was naturally no problem.

Seeing this, the Jade Maiden hesitated not at all, handing a jade slip to Qi Yuan: "Senior, this records seven divine methods and a number of techniques of other levels.

If you need more, I will return to the upper realm to collect them for you!"

"Not bad, not bad—what do I trade in return?" Qi Yuan said.

The Jade Maiden looked at Qi Yuan, a smile on her face: "Whatever you command, senior!"

Clearly, she left the choice to him.

She was gambling.

If the Ten Suns Venerable was generous, she would profit.

If he was stingy, then she would lose.

Building a connection with such a big shot was ultimately not a bad thing.

Qi Yuan paused, then said: "I'm dead broke right now, not a coin to my name, can't even buy a patch of land.

How about this—you collect divine methods for me, and when I have money someday, I'll pay you back?"

As for money... Qi Yuan was reluctant to part with it.

When the time came, he'd just... grab a handful of dirt from the underworld to settle the account.

Qi Yuan's clever scheme was ringing loudly.

The Jade Maiden, seeing this, smiled and said, "This junior is in no hurry!"

To be able to befriend such a heavyweight was already a stroke of luck for her; how could she dare to hope for more?

After all, in the upper realm, a mere ordinary deity of the second heaven like her wouldn't even have the qualification to meet a figure of this level.

Qi Yuan cast an appreciative glance at the Jade Maiden, then, struck by a thought, he couldn't help asking, "Do you have any melons?"

"Huh?" The Jade Maiden was baffled, not understanding what Qi Yuan meant by that.

"Isn't it said that the Jade Maiden has no melons? I was just asking casually," Qi Yuan murmured.

The Canary, standing nearby, covered her mouth and laughed, "She's the Jade Maiden, not the Rain Maiden!"

Clearly, she had heard Qi Yuan tell this joke before.

"Oh, I got it wrong," Qi Yuan said.

This inexplicable exchange left the Jade Maiden utterly confused.

Just then, the Great Wisdom True Lord beside them spoke up.

"Her robes are bulging, probably hiding two melons in there."

The Jade Maiden: "..."

She really wanted to slap this Divine Infant brat to death!

Was that even something a person would say?

Did she need to hide two melons to fake her size?

But at that moment, suddenly, a look of excitement surged into the Canary's eyes.

She gave a little hop and leaned close to Qi Yuan's ear: "The Flowing Wind Realm has been found!"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan's eyes also lit up sharply: "Good!"

Then, the Jade Maiden looked at Qi Yuan and said softly, "If you, Senior, are to face the great calamity, you must be careful... of the marks on your friends' bodies.

With just a single thought from that Heavenly Lord, all living beings in the Canglan Realm would fall."

Qi Yuan nodded at this: "I have a plan for this matter; I will never let them die at the hands of the great calamity!"

This time, he had grown wiser.

With the help of the Great Wisdom True Lord, he had even made a leap forward in progress.

To the perfect plan of "Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Calamity," he had added a backup plan.

This progress was a leap, rare, something unseen in ten thousand years.

In the backup plan, if the Gate of Ultimate Truth was not obtained and the great calamity used the marks to destroy the living beings of Canglan, then—sorry—Qi Yuan would strike first, annihilate Canglan, and wait for all living beings to revive in the underworld.

"Alright, no more talk. I have urgent matters. Bye."

The Flowing Wind Realm had been found; this time, he would revisit old grounds and find the Gate of Myriad Differences.

Only... there was a touch of melancholy in Qi Yuan's heart.

With the passage of time and the shifting of seas into mulberry fields, he wondered if those old acquaintances were still around.

...

In the Flowing Wind Realm.

Inside a tavern.

The storyteller's face was animated, spittle flying.

"On that day, the Blood Lord of the Blood Palace led a hundred thousand supreme beings into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

The Blood-Colored Demonic Sword was drawn, and all the demons knelt begging for mercy, their corpses strewn for a thousand li.

That demoness who had brought calamity to the world could only kneel and plead for her life.

They say this Blood Lord was of extraordinary bearing, and his sword-bearing disciple, Ling Yayi, was no less remarkable..." The elderly man spoke, his eyes seeming to hold a trace of nostalgia for times past.

But alas, in the tavern below, few were interested in this tale.

"Old Man Nangong, what era is this? Still telling these stories?"

"Who wants to hear about this Blood Lord? The Blood Palace is ancient history!"

"Yeah, we want to hear about the battle of the Buddha's disciples!"

"We want to hear about the war of the Buddha Kingdom!"

The diners below chimed in one after another.

The matter of the Blood Palace was something from ten thousand years ago.

The Blood Palace had been like a fleeting bloom; without the Blood Lord, it couldn't even last a hundred years.

As for the old tales of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons and the Blood Lord saving the world, they were hardly spoken of by outsiders.

To the cultivators of today, those events were at most a miscellaneous legend.

The world of immortal cultivation was too vast, and time too cheap.

Ten thousand years could always give rise to many splendid stories.

No myth, no figure, could be immortal.

The old storyteller sighed with some emotion. He was about to say something when suddenly a brash voice rang out.

"What Blood Lord? He was just lucky.

Ten thousand years ago, he led a great army into the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons.

I, the Venerable, was right there!

Too bad, at that time, I was only at the Great Supreme realm and alone.

When this Blood Lord entered my territory, I naturally wouldn't suffer the humiliation. I directly pissed to declare to the Blood Lord that this was... my domain!

Even if he had the numbers, I wasn't afraid!"

Into the tavern stepped an old man and a young one.

The old man was the one who had spoken so brashly, exuding a strong aura of the demon race.

He was a survivor of the Gate of Ten Thousand Demons from ten thousand years ago.

At the time, he had been too far from the battlefield.

Seeing the sky filled with supreme beings, he had been so scared he pissed himself and fled back to the Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

Later, he broke through to the Yin Spirit realm and ascended to the upper realm.

But he was a dog demon.

Now that he had reached the Yin Spirit realm and recalled the past, he naturally had to rewrite history a bit.

He hadn't been scared into pissing himself at all!

He, though brave, still boldly urinated before the bullying Blood Lord, declaring this his territory.

Hearing this sound, the diners present all turned to look.

Yet their gazes fell upon the youthful figure beside the old man.

That youthful figure wore a Buddhist robe, his head smooth as jade, without a single hair.

“Buddha Son!”

“This is the Lightless Buddha Son!”

All the diners and cultivators stood in awe, reverence shining in their eyes.

In the Flowing Wind Realm of today, who must not be provoked?

Monks, that’s who!

Among monks, the most precious are naturally the Buddha Sons.

These Buddha Sons all come from the upper realm.

The immortals from the upper realm each possess power to destroy heaven and earth.

And now, the Lightless Buddha Son raised his head, his gaze falling upon the storytelling old man.

His eyes were deep, with a strange glint in their depths: “Ling Yayi, once of the Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends, disciple of the Blood Lord. This humble monk takes great interest in you. Come with me.”

His tone brooked no argument, tinged with arrogance.

The storytelling old man’s face shifted slightly, a flicker of recollection passing through his weary eyes.

“Alas.”

Hearing this, the diners present all changed expression.

A disciple of the Blood Lord?

A legendary figure… truly exists!

“What do you want with this old man?” Ling Yayi patted his robes, his expression calm, still carrying the pride of a Blood Lord’s disciple.

Back then, when the Blood Lord preached, he was among the listeners, even in the front row.

Speaking of Ling Yayi, those in the Blood Palace might be unfamiliar.

But mention Nangong Big Dog, and he was renowned.

“This humble monk is quite interested in the Blood Lord,” the Lightless Buddha Son said, his gaze profound.

If possible, he wished to capture the Blood Lord, to study… the power of reincarnation.

In the Buddhist Kingdom, reincarnation was a legendary supreme truth, one that even the Great Sun Radiant Buddha had failed to comprehend.

Yet… as he pored over ancient texts of the Flowing Wind Realm, he discovered… the Northern Demon Thirteen Fiends seemed to have undergone reincarnation.

The storytelling old man Ling Yayi waved his sleeve, as indifferent as a dead pig unafraid of boiling water: “I haven’t seen my master in ten thousand years. Even if you kill me, he won’t appear. Your clever scheme is doomed to fail.”

(End of this chapter)