Chapter 405: My Son-in-Law Has a Large Appetite

Chapter 405: My Son-in-Law Has Quite an Appetite

“……Ahem… his name is Qi Yuan,” Jiang Ruhua said, somewhat embarrassed.

After all, in this world, who didn’t know that Qi Yuan had eliminated the Great Calamity?

His son-in-law sharing that name was truly awkward.

Upon hearing this, Wang Lingtong’s heart, even as a Great Venerable, pounded violently at that moment.

He abruptly looked toward the staircase ahead, where a blood-red robed figure was slowly descending, each step on the stairs producing a thudding sound.

Jiang Lingsu, in a plain robe, was holding that figure’s arm, her eyes deep with barely concealed joy.

All the cultivators drinking in the tavern set down their cups at that moment and silently rose.

In the tavern, only the rustling of footsteps on the wooden stairs could be heard.

Jiang Ruhua didn’t notice the cultivators standing; it was the sound of Qi Yuan’s footsteps on the stairs that made him blush.

Sigh, his son-in-law, just like him from a small place, had similar manners—walking so loudly.

Didn’t he see how quiet it was here?

Manners!

He decided that when he returned to the Eastern Lands, he would thoroughly educate Qi Yuan on not disgracing the face of Eastern Lands cultivators when out in the world.

When that blood-red figure came into view, a face of extraordinary handsomeness, tinged with a hint of laziness as if still drowsy from spring, Jiang Ruhua stood abruptly, ready to question the youth who was holding his precious daughter.

But then he saw all the cultivators present bow in unison, and a deafening sound swept through at that moment.

“We pay homage to the Blood-Robed Sword God, Senior!”

“Senior eliminated the Great Calamity, with boundless merit, and should be the Human Emperor of our Canglan Realm!”

The voices were perfectly uniform, as if from a single throat, splitting rocks and moving clouds, echoing to the heavens.

At that moment, the Great Venerables in the tavern shouted in unison, regardless of their former noble status or illustrious origins.

Before that blood-red robe, they were all humbled to the extreme.

Jiang Ruhua blinked, as if doubting his ears and eyes.

His heart felt hollow, as if struck by lightning, his whole body numb and tingling.

The voices of those cultivators turned into a ringing in his ears.

Qi Yuan… is Qi Yuan?!?

He was utterly disoriented, unable to think.

He was anxious—he had just made a harsh threat to slap Qi Yuan across the face.

Now caught between a rock and a hard place, he could only play dead, and then… a surge of immense joy welled up in his heart.

Old Daoist… have I struck it rich?

Wang Lingtong secretly glanced at Jiang Ruhua, somewhat hoping that this fellow would actually go through with it…

Of course, he only dared to think it, and not even too much.

After all, the one before them was the ruthless man who had annihilated three thousand Great Calamities!

Under his command were thousands of Yang God Heavenly Venerables!

If placed in the Upper Realm, he would likely be a supreme sovereign!

At that moment, the languid Qi Yuan yawned, his eyes deep with profound weariness.

He swept his gaze over the Great Venerables present and Jiang Ruhua, who seemed in need of emergency aid, and spoke slowly.

“The title of Human Emperor represents responsibility… I am unworthy.”

One who is Human Emperor should bear the weight of Canglan.

But Canglan Realm had been swallowed by him—how could he bear it?

Thus, unworthy!

All the Great Venerables, seeing this, dared not speak, not even to refute.

After all, this was the Blood-Robed Sword God who had annihilated the Great Calamity!

His words were more effective than decrees.

Seeing this, Jiang Ruhua was now certain that Qi Yuan was the real Qi Yuan.

Otherwise, would these cultivators have come here… to put on an act?

No wonder he couldn’t discern their cultivation levels—the weakest among them were probably Great Venerables.

“Senior should be the Lord of All Under Heaven!” said White Fish Great Venerable, bowing low, the former number one of Canglan Realm.

The other Great Venerables echoed in agreement.

Now that the Great Calamity was gone, if the Blood-Robed Sword God did not become the Lord of All Under Heaven, how could they continue to exist?

After all, in the Canglan Realm now, the myriad stars were gone, and only ten suns hung in the sky.

Where lay the future and the path ahead?

“Though the Great Calamity is removed, you still bear the mark left by the one behind it.

That is why I swallowed the Canglan Realm and placed it within my Purple Mansion.

If you leave my Purple Mansion, the one behind the Great Calamity, should he wish to retaliate, could annihilate you all with a single thought.

So… for now, you will dwell within my Purple Mansion.

I am a generous man; this time, without your consent, I swallowed you—somewhat like forced tenancy… so I’ll waive your rent.”

Qi Yuan stretched lazily, his voice calm.

The surrounding Great Venerables, hearing this, exchanged glances, some with looks of astonishment.

Then, Wang Lingtong stepped forward and declared loudly, “All that the Blood-Robed Sword God Senior has said is true. I come from the Xingli Realm, and the Heavenly Venerable of my realm once said that the one behind the Great Calamity left marks within us living beings; our life and death are but a thought away.

Now that the Great Calamity has dissipated, if that one learns of it, he may snuff out the marks and reap us!”

The other cultivators, hearing this, broke out in cold sweat.

The Great Calamity was already so terrifying and powerless; the one behind it… was simply unimaginable.

All their previous calculations and thoughts turned to nothing.

White Fish Great Venerable then stepped forward, his gaze firm: “Senior’s will is the will of Canglan Realm!”

At that moment, he did not mention the Lord of All Under Heaven.

After all, every living being in Canglan Realm owed Qi Yuan.

“I have no interest in these things. I am merely a cultivator without ambition, weak in strength, barely able to protect myself, somewhat socially anxious and a homebody.

Alas, it’s all forced by this damned social climate.

If not for the Black Mountain Sect being so arrogant, the Bright Palace pushing too hard, the Dark Sun being overbearing, and the Great Calamity being ruthless and heartless,

And some netizens constantly cursing me online, how could I be so tired?”

I only wish to see a peaceful, friendly, harmonious, and upright cultivation world—that simple.

If so, I’d just hole up in the sect every day playing games—how wonderful!” Qi Yuan said earnestly.

He was inherently socially anxious, unfit to be a savior.

Playing the role in a game was fine, but in reality, there was no need.

The other Great Venerables, hearing this, exchanged glances, some too afraid to speak.

The Blood-Robe Sword God’s words truly left them bewildered.

Jiang Lingsu looked at her senior brother, a glint of amusement flickering in her eyes.

Senior brother was still the same familiar senior brother, his words forever so uniquely refreshing.

“Senior, rest assured, we will do our utmost to purify the atmosphere of the cultivation world!” Bai Yu Great Venerable declared, his voice resolute.

The Great Venerable, who usually loved to curse, felt cold sweat trickling down his spine.

“We are willing to create a peaceful and loving cultivation world for Senior!”

“Not bad, not bad.” Qi Yuan offered a casual compliment, then continued, “Wait a moment. The aftermath of the battle with the Great Calamity caused many lives to fall—alas, that is my fault.”

Qi Yuan sighed; fighting the Great Calamity inevitably left ripples, and even with the underworld’s separation of yin and yang, it was hard to avoid.

Bai Yu Great Venerable quickly said, “The fault of this battle is not Senior’s!”

“It is the fault of the Great Calamity!”

No one dared to blame Qi Yuan.

Even if someone did, these Great Venerables would never let those voices reach Qi Yuan’s ears.

“Fortunately, clever as I am, I was prepared.”

Qi Yuan, clad in a blood-red robe, extended his palm. As he spoke, his formerly languid demeanor vanished, and his aura became utterly divine, like a deity seated in the ninth heaven.

His arm, still holding Jiang Lingsu, never parted.

Jiang Ruhua, seeing Qi Yuan like this, felt a surge of reverence in her heart.

The other Great Venerables shared the same thought.

The Blood-Robe Sword God before had been too approachable and kind, too dreamlike.

Such solemnity alone befitted his bearing.

Divine and immeasurable, mysterious and unfathomable—then suddenly, his aura turned extremely dark.

Between heaven and earth, it seemed a gate to the underworld opened, an endless, eerie aura spreading.

Then the towering, upright deity spoke, his voice vast and profound, like an ancient sacrificial chant.

“Souls, return! Do not tarry in the four directions!”

“Rootless and lush, like duckweed drifting and sinking.”

“Helpless and lonely, like willow fluff wandering and falling.”

“All who bear my mark, return!” As Qi Yuan’s voice rang out, heaven and earth trembled in that moment.

The eerie aura thickened to its utmost.

It was as if the gates of the underworld had swung open.

The sound spread across the Canglan Realm, heard by every living being.

“Is that the Blood-Robe Sword God’s voice?”

“What is he doing?”

Countless cultivators and mortals, as well as insects, birds, and beasts, were bewildered.

All the Great Venerables also probed in confusion, only to see the shattered mountains and rivers nearby, the dead mortals and cultivators, all summoned by an inexplicable call, returning from silence.

“I… am still alive?”

“No, what happened?”

“Father, you’re alive!!”

Countless cultivators were shocked, some showing expressions of fear.

All the beings who had fallen in the Canglan Realm due to this great battle were revived in that instant.

Their bodies, whether turned into wandering souls, transformed back into their original forms in the blink of an eye, restored as before.

Countless cultivators witnessing this hailed it as a miracle.

And in the Canglan Realm, who else could perform such a miracle but the Blood-Robe Sword God, Qi Yuan!

“Blood-Robe Sword God!”

Countless people kowtowed in worship, some cultivators trembling uncontrollably.

This had surpassed their imagination.

Especially the Great Venerables—this scene before them was not even recorded in ancient texts.

At that moment, a complex look flashed in the sacred-eyed Qi Yuan’s gaze: “The boundary between life and death is, after all, change. Alas, another day of gaining wisdom.”

While using the underworld’s functions, Qi Yuan gained some insight, understanding that life and death, to some extent, are also transformations of energy—the change of all things.

This was somewhat similar to Ning Tao’s realization upon stepping into the Yang God realm: that time does not exist, that time is change.

Of course, he had only grasped a tiny bit; there seemed to be much more unknown about his underworld.

Jiang Ruhua, seeing this, swallowed hard.

As for striking his nose, he dared not even think of it.

The Blood-Robe Sword God before him was so powerful it exceeded his understanding and imagination.

The Great Venerables felt it even more deeply.

The stronger one was, the more one understood how staggering this miracle of the Blood-Robe Sword God truly was!

“Alright, anything else?” Qi Yuan spoke, his divine aura fading, reverting to the ordinary Purple Mansion cultivator of the Divine Light Sect he had been before. “If not, I’ll go back and catch up on sleep.”

He was still very tired and weary.

The previous battle had drained too much of his mental energy.

Just then, Wang Lingtong suddenly knelt, and beside him, Wang Lingshan also knelt.

“Please, Blood-Robe Sword God Senior… devour my Star Separation Realm!”

They had come here precisely to seek the Blood-Robe Sword God’s help.

After all, the Great Calamity had been destroyed, but the marks on them remained.

If that one from the Taihuang Palace wished, in an instant, all beings in the Star Separation Realm would fall.

Seeing the Blood-Robe Sword God silent, Wang Lingtong continued, “As long as the Blood-Robe Sword God Senior devours the Star Separation Realm, all the techniques of the Star Separation Realm will belong to Senior!”

“Senior wants the cultivation world’s atmosphere to improve, doesn’t he? Alas, most cultivators in the Star Separation Realm have some flaws—drunkards, foul-mouthed ones, all sorts—they need Senior to rectify the atmosphere!”

“And in other worlds where the Great Calamity exists, the cultivation world is in a state of oppression, many cultivators have mental issues—these too require the Blood-Robe Sword God to purify the atmosphere!”

All the techniques of the Three Thousand Realms shall be obtained by Senior Blood-Robe Sword God!

"Senior, please devour the Three Thousand Realms alive!"

Wang Lingtong's voice was low, his attitude devout.

Clearly, he had made some preparations before coming and knew something of the Blood-Robe Sword God's character.

Of course, he also knew that serving a lord was like lying with a tiger—rashly guessing or currying favor with a strong one's preferences might invite the strong one's displeasure.

But at this moment, he could no longer afford to be cautious.

The Three Thousand Realms could be destroyed at any moment.

Qi Yuan heard this, thought for a moment, and said, "What you say has some reason."

The techniques were secondary.

In fact, the techniques of the Three Thousand Realms were not as good as those collected by the Buddha Kingdom.

Now, if the one from Taihuang Palace learned of the Great Calamity's outcome, he might activate the mark and harvest the Three Thousand Realms.

Harvesting the Three Thousand Realms would surely strengthen that person from Taihuang Palace a little.

Therefore, to prevent that villainous Taihuang Palace from growing stronger, he had a duty to swallow the Three Thousand Realms.

Most importantly, he, Qi Yuan, was a law-abiding good man of orderly goodness, who never killed the innocent and would blink when killing.

So, the Three Thousand Realms must be devoured alive!

"Senior, this is the coordinate of Xingli Realm. As for the other three thousand realms, we will give you their coordinates as soon as possible!" Wang Lingtong was extremely excited, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as the other party was willing to swallow, the Three Thousand Realms still had a way to survive.

The black-robed man beside him heard this, feeling some joy, but more regret and loss.

Because his homeland had long been swallowed by the Great Calamity, leaving not a single inch behind.

"No need. When I annihilated the Great Calamity, I already obtained all the coordinates." Qi Yuan's voice was calm, then he looked at Wang Lingtong, "If I devour so many realms alive, what if I get diarrhea?"

Wang Lingtong fell silent upon hearing this, not knowing how to answer.

"Alright, no more nonsense. I'm going to devour the Three Thousand Realms. After I finish devouring, I'll sleep a little to digest."

After Qi Yuan finished speaking, he disappeared with Jiang Lingsu, leaving only the Grand Venerables present, their faces full of shock.

"Senior Blood-Robe Sword God devouring the Three Thousand Realms alive... it's simply unimaginable!" White Fish Grand Venerable spoke, his voice strange.

The other Grand Venerables also found it hard to imagine what kind of scene that would be.

"That Canglan Realm could produce Senior Blood-Robe Sword God is a blessing cultivated by Canglan Realm!" a Grand Venerable sighed.

The Great Calamity had been resolved, and they still felt as if in a dream.

They knew well the power of the Great Calamity; with Canglan Realm's strength, there was no way to resist.

But who would have thought the Great Calamity was even stronger than imagined—three thousand great calamities, enough to make all cultivators lose the will to resist.

In the end, it was still suppressed by the Blood-Robe Sword God!

At this moment, Wang Lingtong looked at Jiang Ruhua, took a deep breath, and transmitted his voice with a hint of flattery: "Senior, I never expected that the woman beside Senior Blood-Robe Sword God was actually your daughter."

Jiang Ruhua was initially delighted to hear this, but then thought, such a thing... why are you transmitting it?

You should say it out loud!

Cultivators from the big places really have no discernment!

Seeing these Grand Venerables discussing the Blood-Robe Sword God, Jiang Ruhua suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion, but his voice of emotion was very loud: "Alas, my son-in-law has quite an appetite, devouring three thousand realms in one go. If he came to my Jiang family as a guest, how could we afford to entertain him?"

As Jiang Ruhua's voice fell, the gazes of all the Grand Venerables present instantly fell upon Jiang Ruhua.

Shock, surprise, awe... all kinds of looks.

Seeing this, Jiang Ruhua felt immensely gratified inside.

"My Jiang family is really too poor, alas." Jiang Ruhua sighed again.

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"I Cultivate to Become a God in Dreams."

Synopsis: Shen Yan arrives in a world where demons and monsters run rampant. To survive here, one must walk the path of martial arts.

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To obtain martial arts inheritance from a deity, one must sacrifice something extremely important to oneself.

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He successfully awakened martial arts, but forgot the matter of avenging the blood feud.

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Awakening succeeded, but he completely forgot his loved one.

In this world where demons and monsters kill and eat people, and deities toy with humans,

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(Chapter End)