Chapter 404: Senior, What is Your Son-in-Law's Name?

Chapter 404: Senior, What Is Your Son-in-Law’s Name?

Heaven burned with celestial fire, the sky shattered, the sun and moon lost their light…

No words could describe this battle.

Having entered the Purple Mansion, Qi Yuan—setting aside his cultivation realm—had already pushed his combat prowess to the very limit of a Great Heavenly Position Yang God.

When he had gathered the stars, he merged with four thousand divine infants and slew the Eastern Lord, who had half-stepped into the Principle Realm.

Of course, this was partly because the Eastern Lord’s trump cards were utterly useless against him.

In terms of divine spiritual power and Dharma manifestations alone, he was stronger than even a Minor Principle Realm Yang God.

Now, leading the gods and buddhas, he charged straight into the Three Thousand Great Calamities.

The slaughter continued!

Blood flowed!

Chaos was torn asunder!

Wherever he looked, there were enemies—nothing but enemies!

Since becoming a Yuan Dan cultivator, Qi Yuan had never experienced a battle of such intensity.

Could the demons and monsters in the Scroll of Mountains and Seas be slain with a single sword stroke?

Could the demonic fiends outside the City of No Return withstand even one blow?

Now, facing the Three Thousand Great Calamity Origin Bodies, he fought until the heavens themselves grew barren.

There were no instant kills, no single-sword executions!

It was all a clash and contest of divine spiritual power!

Qi Yuan, who had not been wounded in a long time, was injured in this battle.

Fragments of chaos from the Great Calamity Origin Bodies kept falling into the underworld, forming a strange new land.

His four thousand divine infants—once primordial gods—were also besieged by the Great Calamity Origin Bodies, spilling blood and falling into the underworld.

“Kill!”

Qi Yuan’s eyes had long been stained red with blood. Clad in a blood-red battle armor, he charged into the Great Calamity Origin Bodies, slaying gods when they stood in his way, and buddhas when they blocked his path!

Heaven-Slashing Sword Art!

Deathly Radiance!

Overwhelming Power!

He used these three great skills in rotation.

He held nothing back!

This battle was extremely brutal.

Perhaps because the Great Calamity was mindless and felt no fear of retreat.

Even though Qi Yuan’s side held an absolute advantage—outnumbering the enemy, overpowering the weak—

…not a single Great Calamity Origin Body retreated, panicked, or fled.

They were like emotionless war machines, giving their all.

Because of this, even with the upper hand, the Great Calamity showed no signs of collapse; it still faced the myriad primordial gods with its strongest stance.

This battle lasted a full ten days.

For ten days, the fighting between heaven and earth never ceased.

All cultivators and mortals could see nothing of the battle’s details—only the blood-red color and the formless chaos to judge its progress.

The blood-red grew ever stronger, the chaos ever less.

All cultivators breathed a sigh of relief; the common people’s hearts trembled, numbed and accustomed.

In the void, Qi Yuan’s blood armor had long since fallen away. Clad in a long robe, he was drenched in blood from head to toe.

Some of that blood was his own; some came from the divine infants.

Only the strongest few of the mindless Great Calamity remained before him.

There was no fear or despair in their eyes.

“Finally, do you have any last words to say?” Qi Yuan’s killing intent blazed.

This battle had been so fierce that even the Suona Band and the Mourning Band had been forced to take up arms and join the fight.

Qi Yuan’s divine infants were also spent.

The Six Imperial Lords stood behind Qi Yuan, majestic and noble, manifesting infinite forms.

At last, the mindless Great Calamity spoke, their voices perfectly synchronized.

“Strength itself is a calamity!”

“The Nine Heavens hold no true future!”

“Can you… truly eradicate the Great Calamity?”

The voice of the mindless Great Calamity carried a hint of sinister gloom.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was speechless. “I really shouldn’t have let you talk. Still playing the riddle-master with me, huh?”

The mindless Great Calamity’s expression did not change; they showed no fear of death.

Then Qi Yuan said, “Heh, if it were someone else, they might be intimidated by your riddles and rack their brains.

But sorry—I’m naturally… not one to use my brain.

I’ve already stored my brain away long ago!

Why think so much? As long as I’m strong enough, even the Great Calamity will have to massage my feet!”

“Kill!”

In that moment, boundless divine spiritual power erupted. The slaughter began anew and ended half an hour later.

The entire sky turned into a single expanse of blood-red.

That blood-red was the color of Qi Yuan’s long robe, and also the blood of countless divine infants.

The sky became one unique red; the chaos finally vanished.

Countless cultivators and common folk gazed at the heavens.

The sounds of battle and roaring ceased abruptly. Divine spiritual power disappeared, and all fell silent.

The sky seemed to have become an ancient battlefield; the previous slaughter felt like nothing more than a projection of history, a fleeting dream.

“Is it over?”

“Did we… win?”

Countless cultivators and mortals looked up at the sky, some weeping for joy.

When they had seen the Great Calamity devour other worlds, they had already felt a measure of fear.

It is not that when many are gathered, calamity cannot fall upon the individual.

Many mountains and rivers split apart, many cities and towns shattered.

The false sense of security was torn away bloodily, and now, it is propped up by that blood-colored figure!

Countless cultivators revel, or shout aloud.

“Blood-Robed Sword God!”

“Qi Yuan, remove the great calamity!”

But there are also great lords and shadow gods whose expressions are shaken, then shift to worry.

This Canglan Realm… from now on, will it bear the surname Qi?

The eyes of Great Wisdom True Lord flickered with sagacity: “Mortals love to fret about the sky, yet know not that the world’s worries are endless.

Since we cultivate immortality, it is better not to worry than to worry.”

At this moment, above the heavens, Qi Yuan, clad in a blood-red robe, revealed a weary look in his eyes.

In this battle, three hundred and twenty-seven divine infants were shattered, and the wounded numbered around three thousand seven hundred.

Now, all the divine infants have returned to their original bodies.

As for the Canglan Realm, because of this battle, the living beings caught in the aftermath and killed have reached billions.

Qi Yuan looked toward the underworld and sighed softly: “Fortunately, I left marks on all before; given enough time, the divine infants can revive, and the dead… can also reappear.”

Before the battle with the great calamity, Qi Yuan slowly toured the Canglan Realm, dyeing the sky of Canglan red.

He also saw mountains, waters, and insects, leaving marks on all living beings.

That way, even if the creatures of Canglan Realm were shaken to death by the shockwaves of the great battle, they would revive.

Of course, this revival could not be isolated from the marks of the Taihuang Palace.

Even if revived, the marks remain.

Moreover, if they died because of the marks, the underworld could not revive them.

So now, the Canglan Realm can only dwell within his Purple Mansion, separated from the outside world.

“So tired.”

At this moment, Qi Yuan felt an endless weariness.

Four thousand divine infants fought with all their might.

All the mental consumption converged into his single body.

All living beings are me; the innate spirits transformed into divine infants—to some extent, these divine infants are also him.

Thus, the fatigue of this battle is the sum of all divine infants.

The injuries of this battle are also the sum of all divine infants.

Now, he is more exhausted than ever, more tired than when he beat the old man in the Earth Abyss.

“Time to go back… take a nap.”

Qi Yuan glanced around.

The fragments of the chaotic great calamity had turned into a strange land.

If it were the old him, he would certainly rush to see what lay inside.

But now, too tired, too drowsy, he needed to sleep for a while. The blood-red light vanished at that moment, and the red of the Canglan Realm’s sky also disappeared.

The sun and moon that illuminated the heavens, and the countless stars like fireflies on the blood-colored armor, also vanished at that moment.

In the sky of the Canglan Realm, only ten suns could be seen.

Jiang Lingsu in the pavilion seemed to sense something; she lifted her skirt and flew toward that blood-red figure.

The thick smell of blood was almost undisguised; in the blood-red figure’s eyes, there was a trace of weariness and confusion.

“Senior Brother!” Jiang Lingsu looked at him covered in blood, with surprise and heartache deep in her eyes.

“I’m so sleepy, I’ll rest a little.” Qi Yuan murmured, his voice very soft, as if he might fall asleep at any moment.

He was exhausted to the extreme, and his tense mind relaxed a little at this moment.

“Sleep.” Jiang Lingsu looked at her senior brother, and her hand involuntarily grasped Qi Yuan’s palm.

She also adjusted her position, sitting on the threshold, leaning her back against the doorframe.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, his body naturally assuming a sleeping posture, pillowing on Jiang Lingsu’s thigh.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

Jiang Lingsu held Qi Yuan, shifting her body slightly to make him sleep more comfortably, leaning more softly.

She looked down at Qi Yuan’s handsome face, covered in bloodstains, gazing seriously, without a word.

Qi Yuan kept his eyes closed, sleeping all the while, only the faint sound of breathing.

Sunlight slanted from under the eaves, falling on the bodies of Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu, casting beautiful light and shadow.

The world became peaceful, silent and still.

After an unknown time, suddenly, a sound like thunder came.

“Where has that brat Qi Yuan hidden himself? I’ve come!”

Jiang Ruhua finally arrived at the Phoenix Heaven Domain, flying up to the pavilion.

He looked around and saw a young man and woman sitting on the threshold.

The young man, in a blood-red robe, covered in blood, lay in the girl’s arms, fast asleep.

He was anxious and about to say something when he heard Jiang Lingsu’s faint, ethereal voice, tinged with reproach.

“Quiet, Senior Brother is asleep, Dad.”

Seeing this, all the anger that had risen in Jiang Ruhua vanished.

“Alas…”

He sighed, and his figure disappeared.

His daughter spoke to him in such a tone, with “Dad” placed at the end—how could he be the villain?

When that brat wakes up, I’ll definitely give him a slap on the nose!

Don’t think that because he shares the name of the Blood-Robed Sword God, or because he’s injured, he can do whatever he wants!

Jiang Ruhua left grumbling, then sat quietly in the tavern hall below.

“I have to say, this kid has a deep connection with the Blood-Robed Sword God—both named Qi Yuan, both wearing a blood-red robe.” Jiang Ruhua muttered, sipping his wine.

He naturally would not think that Qi Yuan was the Blood-Robed Sword God who withstood the great calamity, nor had he ever connected the two.

First, the Blood-Robed Sword God was too far from him; second, such an existence would not have listened to him boast on the flying ship back then.

After all, in Jiang Ruhua’s imagination, such a being would have cultivated bitterly for ten thousand years, dwelling in immortal realms, drinking immortal dew.

The seven emotions and six desires? Probably long severed.

His daughter—what virtue or ability did she possess to catch the eye of the Blood-Robe Sword God?

“Alas, a grown daughter is no longer yours to keep.” Jiang Ruhua drank his wine alone in melancholy.

But as he drank, he began to sense something amiss.

For in this tavern, for some reason, cultivators were appearing one after another.

Why cultivators?

Because they materialized without a sound, making no noise at all.

Once these cultivators arrived, they exchanged no words, instead producing their own flasks of wine and drinking slowly in silence.

Their arrival went unnoticed even by him, a Nascent Soul True Lord.

Jiang Ruhua could not help but sigh: “The Phoenix Heaven Domain truly lives up to its name as a great realm—one encounters experts at every turn.”

He drank, not daring to smack his lips as he once had.

For the cultivators in the tavern all drank in utter silence, without a single sound.

This filled Jiang Ruhua with a sense of shame and embarrassment.

He resolved that upon returning, he would write a book titled *Jiang Ruhua’s Travels in the Phoenix Heaven Domain*, recording the high quality of its cultivators.

Indeed, the tavern had no waiters, yet many high-level cultivators came to drink without making a peep.

Such high quality.

Just then, two male and one female cultivator approached Jiang Ruhua.

The leader transmitted a voice: “Brother, may we sit beside you?”

As he spoke, he glanced at the other seats.

Jiang Ruhua looked around as well and was startled.

Without his noticing, all the seats had filled up?

Business in the Phoenix Heaven Domain was so good—should he expand the Jiang family’s enterprises here?

“Sure,” Jiang Ruhua quickly replied via voice transmission.

The cultivators here were too refined; he dared not speak aloud, so he could only transmit his words.

Wang Lingtong heard the reply and sat down with Wang Lingshan and the others.

At this moment, anxiety showed on the faces of all three.

“You cultivators from the big places truly have class,” Jiang Ruhua transmitted, his voice tinged with emotion.

Wang Lingtong, hearing this, had a worried look in his eyes, then said, “But you, brother, are carefree and live at ease.”

“Carefree my ass!” Jiang Ruhua grew angry at that. “Do you know? My daughter has been stolen away by some brat!

Today, she even lost her temper at me because of him—it infuriates me to no end!”

Wang Lingtong was taken aback.

Weren’t all the cultivators here to pay homage to the Blood-Robe Sword God?

Why was this man still muttering on about his own affairs?

“A married daughter is like water spilled,” he offered as a casual consolation.

“Hmph! I traveled all the way from the Eastern Lands, and if that brat dares to marry my daughter, once he wakes up, I’ll give him a slap across the face—this isn’t over!” Jiang Ruhua’s resentment was palpable.

A great battle raged in the heavens, and every cultivator feared for their lives; he thought of his daughter and still worried about home.

But having already come halfway, he had still arrived in the Phoenix Heaven Domain.

Wang Lingtong felt a bit speechless.

He wanted to say: Brother, since you’ve come to pay respects to the Blood-Robe Sword God, stop dwelling on personal matters.

“Hit him—he deserves it!” Wang Lingtong offered his consolation nonetheless.

“Alas, but that brat is somewhat strong, a whole realm above me. If he were to strike back, it would be rather embarrassing.” Jiang Ruhua’s tone had shifted from resentment to boasting.

As if to say: See that? My son-in-law is quite formidable.

“Realms mean nothing. In this world, how could a son-in-law raise a hand against his father-in-law?

If he dares to lay a finger on you, brother, I will step forward!” Wang Lingtong said casually.

“You’re right. Ah, people from the big places are so reasonable.

If this were near my clan, with so many great cultivators gathered, they’d probably be quarreling and fighting by now.” Jiang Ruhua said, sweeping his gaze over the refined crowd of cultivators.

Wang Lingtong was speechless.

Brother, you’re pretending to understand, aren’t you?

That one is above—among these great lords, who dares to speak loudly?

Had he not noticed those two great lords beside him, sworn enemies for a hundred thousand years, who had come here and could only set aside their old grudges?

Wang Lingtong said no more and waited patiently.

After an unknown length of time, Jiang Ruhua’s eyes suddenly lit up.

“Brother, my son-in-law has come down. I’m going to teach him a proper lesson now. If he hits me, you’ll have my back!” Jiang Ruhua, tipsy from the wine, was a bit dizzy.

The slap was, of course, just talk.

How could he shame his own family in public?

But a few words were still necessary.

Wang Lingtong was stunned, bewildered.

What do you mean…

Your son-in-law is upstairs?

“Bro—elder, what is your son-in-law’s name?” Wang Lingtong’s heart churned with shock.

(The chapter ends)