Chapter 400: Minor Reality Law? The Curtain Rises

Chapter 400: A Hint of Divine Utterance? The Curtain Rises

After finishing his words, Qi Yuan waited earnestly.

This talent—whatever he spoke aloud—seemed to produce some inexplicable influence.

In the unknown world.

Endless falling leaves, a giant serpent flicking its tongue, light flickering on and off.

The biting cold wind, like blades, burrowed into the fur-clad elder’s body, making him shiver violently.

Suddenly, a divine sound seemed to reach his ears; he hastily knelt in devout worship, his head thudding against the ground.

He babbled incessantly.

Then, all at once, a flash of insight struck the fur-clad elder’s mind, as if he had discovered something.

“Poor… money…”

His lips uttered these two syllables, and then he knelt again, his face wild with joy.

A grand plan took shape in his heart: he would follow the deity’s instructions and create an object called money.

In the underworld, Qi Yuan was rather bored.

“Just using it as a tree hollow—too dull, not even any feedback.”

Languid and lazy, he stretched his back.

Suddenly, a thought struck him: “Why not run an experiment?”

Restoring the vitality of the eccentric painter, he stepped out of the underworld and returned to the Jiang family stronghold in Yuntian City.

His junior sister, Jiang Lingsu, was in her room, the lamp still burning bright.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes and activated the power of his ears.

He listened for any strange sounds nearby—if there were conversations, perhaps something interesting might happen.

“If only I could become a great power like the Blood-Robed Sword God, my mother-in-law wouldn’t look down on me!”

“When the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up. What do I care if the cultivation technique is poisonous?”

“Steamed buns are so delicious!”

“I long for a Dao companion who is considerate, devoted, never betrays me, and can grow old with me in mutual care. O heavens, grant me a Dao companion!”

These murmurs fell upon Qi Yuan’s ears.

His gaze immediately locked onto the cultivator who had wished for a Dao companion.

He was a reclusive cultivator, the gray on his green robe nearly caked into scabs—likely unmoved for years, lost in idle fantasies.

“Grant you a bit of luck, so you may embrace your Dao companion soon,” Qi Yuan thought, then spoke to that recluse.

Now at the Purple Mansion realm, with the power of a Yang God Sovereign,

Qi Yuan couldn’t achieve true divine utterance, but he could easily alter a wisp of fate or fortune with his words.

Since he had heard it, there was a connection—he would bestow a little luck as he pleased.

At his voice, the recluse in his cave suddenly snapped open his eyes, shock and fear in his gaze: “Who? Which senior passes by, jesting with this junior?”

His heart trembled in alarm.

If he had carelessly spoken or transmitted a message that a senior intercepted and heard, that would be one thing.

But he had only been thinking wildly in his mind, forming a thought without uttering it—and yet, someone could hear that?

His mind on high alert, he scanned his surroundings but found nothing.

“Could it be… that voice was an illusion?”

The recluse was unsettled, uncertain.

But then, suddenly, ripples spread through the space, and a phantom emerged from the void, landing on his meditation cushion.

The recluse stared, bewildered, at the oddly shaped object.

“A cup?”

When he saw the instructions on it, his face flushed crimson.

“This is a Dao companion?”

He held the cup, his expression complex—

Terror, helplessness, and confusion.

What troubled him was that his casual wish had been heard by some entity, which had responded—but the response was oddly mismatched with what he had sought.

“Could it be that my mutterings were overheard by some outer demon?”

At that thought, cold sweat broke out on the recluse’s forehead.

On the other side, Qi Yuan’s eyes also showed surprise.

The image of a recluse hugging a certain cup was truly bizarre.

“So, does that mean I’m now like the god of the Scatter-Cash Boy?”

“Unexpectedly, I granted him the most formidable Dao companion in the Canglan Realm.

A formidable cultivator uses a formidable Dao companion, walks a formidable life!”

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, reflecting on himself.

After all, always scattering wealth without gain was too much of a loss.

He even felt like knocking out that recluse and snatching the cup away.

For he had given, but what had the recluse given?

About a hundred breaths passed, and Qi Yuan opened his eyes.

“It seems… my speech is clearer, and my ears are sharper.”

In those hundred breaths, he had thoroughly examined himself, discovering only these changes so far.

Of course, there might be deeper transformations, but he was still too weak to notice them.

After all, he was only at the Purple Mansion stage—a little newbie in the cultivation world.

In the Canglan Realm, he could claim a mountain peak and be king, but in the upper realm, he might still be a mountain bandit.

Qi Yuan was lost in random thoughts when suddenly a voice reached his ears.

“Heh heh, this time I’ll sneak over and see where you run, you scoundrel—abducting my daughter, I’ll break your legs!”

Hearing this, Qi Yuan’s expression shifted slightly.

The voice was unmistakably Jiang Ruhua’s!

He sensed it and instantly realized that Jiang Ruhua was heading toward Yuntian City.

“Junior sister, run!”

Without a second thought, Qi Yuan dashed into his junior sister Jiang Lingsu’s room and grabbed her wrist.

After all, judging by Jiang Ruhua's appearance, he had all sorts of talismans and formation plates hidden on him, clearly brimming with confidence in capturing Qi Yuan.

"Ah... hey... what are you doing, Senior Brother!" Jiang Lingsu's jade-like nose exhaled hot air, her almond eyes wide, looking very anxious.

One of her hands was grasped by Qi Yuan, while the other hand held the edge of a flesh-colored silk stocking as thin as a cicada's wing, as if she were in the middle of changing into it.

Her fair, tender foot stepped into the bottom of the stocking, her slender calf tightly fitted, skin white as jade, complementing each other perfectly.

The delicate, jade-like skin of her thigh was exposed to the air, outlined by the stocking, appearing taut, full, and fleshy.

Under the lamplight, a white gleam on the stocking was faintly visible from the knee down to the foot.

Qi Yuan glanced, then averted his eyes—what should not be seen—and moved his gaze upward; her buttocks were like a half-moon, hidden in misty gauze—well, that was even more improper.

Further up—well, far too improper.

Tonight's moonlight was truly large, truly white, truly round.

Qi Yuan silently recited a Buddhist sutra in his heart.

"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, when there's emptiness, then form..."

"Senior Brother, why are you so flustered?" Jiang Lingsu's pretty face flushed red. "I'm changing into the clothes you gave me!"

"Hurry and get dressed—your father is coming to kill us, he's almost here!" Qi Yuan released his hand to let Jiang Lingsu cover her exposed charms.

"What?" Jiang Lingsu's face changed drastically.

If her father discovered that her senior brother was in her room now, who knew what would happen.

Without any hesitation, she rustled and quickly put on her clothes.

"Senior Brother, let's run!"

"Yes, let's run far away!"

This time, Qi Yuan decided to take his junior sister to the Primordial Spirit Sharing Society and the branch of the Dao-Seeking Palace in the Phoenix Heaven Domain.

Neither was in the Eastern Lands; he didn't believe her father could chase them there.

Might as well call her Jiang Runaway.

About a quarter of an hour later, an extremely angry voice rang out in Cloud Sky City. "Qi Yuan, you brat, you can't escape!"

Clearly, Jiang Ruhua had found another direction and was pursuing them.

......

Half a month later.

In the Primordial Spirit Sharing Society, powerful experts gathered.

It could be said that throughout the entire Canglan Realm, ninety percent of the major powers' Yin Shen had sent a clone.

In the great hall, these Yin Shen exuded all kinds of terrifying auras; even though they deliberately restrained themselves, gathered together they were still particularly frightening.

A white-robed man squinted, holding a fish basket in his hand; the basket was empty.

At that moment, a voice came.

"White Fish Great Lord, weren't you in the Central Heaven Domain? In just half a month, you managed to arrive here in person. It seems... you've been interested in this Blood-Robed Sword God for a long time."

The speaker was a black-haired old man with his hair tied up and a missing left ear.

This old man was named Left Ear Great Lord, a famous rogue cultivator of the Canglan Realm.

"As the Lord of the Central Domain, meeting the Blood-Robed Sword God and discussing the Great Calamity should be no mistake, right?" White Fish Great Lord was the strongest in the Central Heaven Domain and the one closest to the Great Calamity.

It could be said that the foremost person on the surface of the Canglan Realm was this White Fish Great Lord.

"This Blood-Robed Sword God has some strength; being able to destroy the Dark Sun and Divine Flower Society, he probably already has Mythical combat power.

Such strength is enough to look down on heaven and earth, but to deal with the Great Calamity... difficult." A Great Lord spoke; he was a Yellow Ox who had attained the Dao.

"This time, the Blood-Robed Sword God has invited us here. What do you all think? Should we unite to face the Great Calamity, or..." a shifty-eyed cultivator said, a mocking look in his eyes.

"What does Hunqiong Great Lord think?" White Fish Great Lord tossed the question to the shifty-eyed cultivator.

The other cultivators all looked at Hunqiong Great Lord, wariness in their eyes.

Some Great Lords wore expressions of deep distress, sending voice transmissions to their friends.

"Success comes from secrecy. This Blood-Robed Sword God is too ostentatious. Before even acting against the Great Calamity, he announces it to the world.

Inviting fellow Daoists is one thing, but why did he have to invite a human traitor like Hunqiong Great Lord?"

Clearly, Hunqiong Great Lord had long defected to the Great Calamity, becoming its lackey.

Now, his clone projection had come, emboldened and unafraid.

"I just think this Blood-Robed Sword God is far too young.

How long has he been famous? How long has he known about the Great Calamity?

This time, I'm not getting involved anyway. I'll just sit on the sidelines and watch the show." Hunqiong Great Lord had none of a strong expert's demeanor; he even crossed his legs, looking especially smug.

The Yin Shen venerables and Great Lords present changed their expressions upon seeing this.

"Such a major matter cannot be decided in a single day. This old man also thinks the Blood-Robed Sword God should think thrice!"

"Alas, this one will not get involved either."

These Yin Shen had come here after receiving the Blood-Robed Sword God's summons, as a courtesy to him.

But dealing with the Great Calamity... forget it.

With a human traitor here, discussing how to face the Great Calamity—wouldn't that expose all information to the Great Calamity?

Many Great Lords looked at White Fish Great Lord, their eyes flickering, as if asking for his decision.

White Fish Great Lord's expression was calm, and he said slowly, "We cultivators all face death. To die in the Great Calamity is to die a worthy death."

White Fish Great Lord already had the resolve to die.

He would soon be unable to control himself and step into the Mythical realm.

Then, his name would be inscribed on the Mythical Stele.

Even if he wanted to leave, he probably couldn't.

"What a pity." Hunqiong Great Lord sighed, not bothering to hide it. "After the Blood-Robed Sword God falls, this Primordial Spirit Sharing Society and the Divine Flower Society will seem to lack a master. Don't compete with me, everyone—I will take good care of the Blood-Robed Sword God's juniors."

Hunqiong Great Lord was emboldened and unafraid.

He had only sent a clone; his true body was hidden, concealed within the Canglan Realm. Even a Mythical expert couldn't find him.

Moreover, many of the Great Lords here knew he was a human traitor.

When he received the invitation from the Primordial Spirit Sharing Society, to be honest, he was a bit confused.

Still, he came.

Since he was here, he might as well play a role.

Once the Blood-Robed Sword God fell and this resistance against the Great Calamity came to an end, he might even gain something.

Faced with Hunqiong Great Lord's shameless words, many Yin Shen and Great Lords present changed color slightly.

But they could do nothing about Hunqiong Great Lord.

Hunqiong Grand Venerable immediately smiled: "Do not be too disheartened. This Blood-Robed Sword God can even destroy the Mountain of Fate, so perhaps he has some skill. This time... you Grand Venerables should no longer suppress yourselves; it would be best to step into the realm of Myth."

These words were somewhat insidious.

Once one steps into Myth, there is only death in battle.

Hunqiong Grand Venerable's words were malicious in intent.

White Fish Grand Venerable cast a glance at Hunqiong Grand Venerable but said nothing.

A gentleman does not associate with a petty man; it only sours the mood.

The atmosphere in the hall grew exceedingly tense.

Aside from a few who advocated for battle, most of the Yin Gods and Grand Venerables were indecisive.

After all, with Hunqiong Grand Venerable present, this secret gathering was doomed to fail no matter what.

Even if they harbored thoughts of resisting the Great Calamity, they dared not show it at this moment.

This assembly was fraught with hidden intentions and divergent minds.

Just then, a ripple stirred in the void ahead.

All the Yin Gods present, whether Venerables or Grand Venerables, turned their gaze forward.

A smear of blood-red appeared, and a man in a blood-red robe emerged, holding his sleeves, appearing quite relaxed and at ease.

On his strikingly handsome face lingered a hint of allure, and in his warm, jade-like eyes, a sharp, cold gleam was faintly visible.

"How is the tea, esteemed guests? Any discomfort from the change in environment?" Qi Yuan spoke, his words the most ordinary of greetings.

Yet they also conveyed his concern for these Yin Gods.

Having traveled from far and wide to gather here, if they fell ill from the unfamiliar surroundings and suffered diarrhea on his turf, wouldn't he have to compensate them?

These Yin God Venerables quickly rose to voice their opinions.

"Blood-Robed Sword God, resisting the Great Calamity is a grave matter; we must deliberate carefully!"

"Regardless, I am willing to fight alongside the Blood-Robed Sword God to strike down the Great Calamity!"

"I shall watch over you all and cheer you on," Hunqiong Grand Venerable said with a smile.

"This matter is too great; it requires further discussion." Many Yin Gods were already inclined to retreat.

White Fish Grand Venerable watched this scene and sighed deeply.

No matter the time, it seemed all the Yin Gods of Canglan Realm could never reach a consensus.

Resisting the Great Calamity was always the solitary charge of a few.

"You are being too noisy."

Qi Yuan raised a finger, and the hall fell silent in an instant.

The Grand Venerables who had been speaking suddenly found they could not hear their own voices.

Their hearts tightened, and they grew even more wary of the Blood-Robed Sword God.

Then the Blood-Robed Sword God spoke, his voice carrying a chill.

"I did not invite you here to seek your support or opposition.

I am here to inform you: 'Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Calamity,' this meticulous plan, will be personally executed by me in three days!"

Qi Yuan's aura surged, deep and vast as the sea.

"In three days, I shall personally go to the Central Heavenly Domain to slay the Great Calamity!"

"And when you return, you shall announce to the world that 'Qi Yuan Eliminates the Great Calamity' has begun. If any anomalies arise in this world, the people need not panic; let it be as if nothing has happened."

The Grand Venerables and Venerables present all looked at Qi Yuan, listening to his lofty and confident declaration, their expressions moved.

He alone would eliminate the Great Calamity?

How dare he!

(End of this chapter)