Chapter 415: In My Whole Life, I Hate Snitching Dogs the Most!

Chapter 415: I Have Always Despised Snitches!

"To establish a foothold in the Sixth Heaven and found a sacred land, one must have a strong cultivator at the Great Principle Realm!"

Hongyu continued, explaining to Qi Yuan.

In the Fifth Heaven and below, as long as one had a Yang God, one could found a sacred land.

The Sixth Heaven was different; one absolutely needed a strong cultivator at the Great Principle Realm.

Because of this, the number of sacred land forces in the Sixth Heaven was actually the smallest among all the heavens.

Ordinary Yang Gods could not stay in the Sixth Heaven for long unless they joined a sacred land force that had a Yang God at the Great Principle Realm.

"Why does it feel like the Yang Gods of the Sixth Heaven are somewhat selfish? Why don't they let other Yang Gods ascend?" Qi Yuan asked in confusion.

It was like the rich blocking the path.

"These juniors are not clear. I've only heard... that the Sixth Heaven does not actually exist; it was created by strong cultivators at the Great Principle Realm and cannot support too many Yang Gods in cultivation," Hongyu explained.

"It feels like Yang Gods have no dignity, like vagrants—they have to be driven down after staying too long in the Sixth Heaven," Qi Yuan couldn't help but comment.

"Therefore, to settle in the Sixth Heaven, one must join those sacred lands.

But those sacred lands with Great Principle Realm cultivators do not accept every Yang God!

The Black Demon Abyss only accepts Yang Gods with bloodline!

And the bloodline of the Black Demon Abyss actually originates from their Creation Treasures!

The Black Demon Abyss is not a creature of the Immortal Realm; it emerged from a Creation Treasure!" Hongyu's expression turned grave as she mentioned this.

"The Mara clan as well?" Qi Yuan was surprised.

"Yes!" Hongyu nodded. "The Mara clan does not have a Great Principle Realm, but they also emerged from a Creation Treasure, so they barely count as part of the Black Demon Abyss.

But one day, the Mara Well devoured a portion of the Black Demon Ancestral Blood of the Black Demon Abyss.

The Great Principle Realm Yang Gods of the Black Demon Abyss were furious and nearly overturned the Mara Well!

Unfortunately, they still could not retrieve the Black Demon Ancestral Blood, which led to... the Mara clan being driven to the Fifth Heaven.

Away from the Black Demon Abyss, the Mara clan cannot produce strong cultivators at the Great Principle Realm, and even cultivators at the Principle Realm are hard to come by. That is why they are so eager to return to the Black Demon Abyss!"

Hongyu spoke at length.

The Black Demon Ancestral Blood was the common ancestral blood of all cultivators in the Black Demon Abyss.

It could be said that all living beings were born from the Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

The Black Demon Ancestral Blood was also the reliance for the Black Demon Abyss to produce Great Principle Realm cultivators.

But a portion of the Black Demon Ancestral Blood had been devoured, which meant that the Black Demon Abyss had lost some quotas for entering the Great Principle Realm.

How could the Great Principle Realm cultivators of the Black Demon Abyss not be angry?

The Mara clan was also driven to the Fifth Heaven.

"This Mara Well is a bit like my well at home—both love to steal food. It couldn't really be mine, could it?" Qi Yuan said, almost convincing himself as he spoke.

Hongyu was speechless and said nothing.

"According to what you say, doesn't the Black Demon Abyss have many Great Principle Realm cultivators?

Could it be that the Black Demon Abyss is the number one force in the Sixth Heaven?" Qi Yuan asked again.

Hongyu smiled, a proud expression on her face: "At the Great Principle Realm, numbers are useless.

Our Moon Goddess Palace has only two Great Principle Realm cultivators.

But the Moon Goddess Yuanjun alone can handle four or even five Great Principle Realm cultivators from the Black Demon Abyss!"

……

"Where is Ji Buping?" The ugly old woman thought of something, and her face suddenly turned cold.

She suddenly remembered that a few days ago, she had gone to ask that fellow Blood Robe about Ji Buping, but was forced away by that purple-robed female cultivator.

"Damn it, these core figures are too overbearing!"

She was, after all, a Mythical-level strong cultivator, about to gather enough merits to qualify for Illuminating the Heavens.

Yet she was bullied by a core figure.

Not only that, but she was also constrained by fear of repercussions, unable to even touch Blood Robe, an ordinary Great Venerable.

She was very angry.

Suddenly, she calmed down, a deep look flashing in her eyes: "After the Flame Mountain erupted, I seemed to sense a trace of aura heading in his direction."

The ugly old woman was, after all, a Mythical-level strong cultivator; even though Hongyu had concealed her aura when heading to Qi Yuan's place, she still detected something.

"He directly drove away the Mara clan's search party. It seems..." A murderous intent flashed in the ugly old woman's eyes. "To actually collude with the Moon Goddess Palace and harbor a criminal of the Moon Goddess Palace—even if you are a guest elder of the Black Demon Abyss, you won't escape with your life!"

The ugly old woman had a crazy idea in her heart.

Since she could not make a move against Blood Robe herself, she would report him!

As long as the report succeeded, the Mara clan would certainly not let Blood Robe off!

Blood Robe and that cultivator from the Moon Goddess Palace would surely die.

Thinking this, she felt everything was clear.

With that thought, she secretly glanced at Qi Yuan's tent, then turned into a streak of light and disappeared.

When she reappeared, she was in the core area of the Mara Sacred Tower.

She had already sent the report; now she waited outside, awaiting an audience.

Fortunately, she was a member of the Black Demon Abyss, so she didn't even have to wait half an hour before someone led her inside.

In the cave dwelling, a thin old man in a gray robe looked quite amiable.

Because the Mara clan yearned for the Black Demon Abyss, they mostly wore gray robes.

They didn't wear black, for fear of clashing.

"Daoist Menggu, long time no see. You look as radiant as ever!" The thin old man was a Mythical-level cultivator of Illuminating the Heavens, an absolute high-level figure in this Mara Sacred Tower.

The ugly old woman was not good at socializing; she said directly, "I have come this time because I discovered someone hiding a sinner of the Moon Goddess Palace!"

"Oh?" The thin old man was surprised.

The matter of Hongyu's escape was under his responsibility.

"Could it be a guest elder of the Black Demon Abyss?" the thin old man asked.

"Yes, a new guest elder named Blood Robe!" the ugly old woman said. "I saw with my own eyes that sinner from the Moon Goddess Palace flee into his cave dwelling. When the Mara clan cultivators came to inspect for the fugitive, he drove them away!"

"How dare he harbor a criminal! He deserves to die!" The thin old man was furious, then he asked, "I have never heard of this Blood Robe. Is he a newly arrived guest elder?"

It was better to clarify matters concerning the Black Demon Abyss.

"Yes, he... actually has no bloodline of the Black Demon Abyss, but was recommended by a core figure of the Black Demon Abyss and barely became a guest elder!" the ugly old woman said indignantly.

The thin old man's expression changed slightly: "This involves a core figure of the Black Demon Abyss. I cannot make a decision on this matter; I must report it to the Heavenly Venerable!

Don't worry, Menggu. If he dares to hide a great enemy of the Mara clan, even if he is a core figure of the Black Demon Abyss, he will surely die!"

The ugly crone felt much better upon hearing this.

That detestable figure in the blood-red robe was surely doomed this time.

“In three years, the Demon Saint Tower will host the Thought-Water Gathering; Dream Aunt, do not forget to attend!” At this, the gaunt old man also extended an invitation, seeking to forge a bond with Dream Aunt.

After all, this Dream Aunt was about to become a core figure of the Black Demon Abyss, worth courting.

“Very well.” The ugly crone nodded, in good spirits. “Do not let slip that I came to see you today!”

Recalling something, she added a word of caution.

“Rest assured, this matter is known only to heaven and earth, to you and me, and… to that one!”

That one, naturally, was the Yang God Venerable who presided over the Demon Saint Tower.

Hearing this, the ugly crone nodded: “Farewell.”

After leaving the core area of the Demon Saint Tower, the ugly crone made her way to a stronghold of the Black Demon Abyss.

She recalled the message her friend had sent her—that purple-robed female cultivator had left many fine treasures for Blood Robe.

Now that Blood Robe was about to be captured and executed, would it not be a waste if she did not claim those treasures? Half an hour later, the ugly crone emerged from the Black Demon Abyss stronghold, a murderous glint in her eyes. “Hmph, those stewards have no discernment—they dared to refuse me!”

Yet she still made her move, seizing the fine treasures left by the purple-robed woman.

Now, opening her storage pouch, she gazed with envy: “It’s actually Celestial Jade—a fine treasure, saving me ten thousand years!”

As for the purple-robed woman, she felt only a trace of wariness.

Surely, she would not bother to settle scores with a “core figure” over a dead person.

Besides, Blood Robe would soon be dead, and that core figure would likely not trouble herself to investigate.

Most importantly, no one knew it was she who had leaked the secret.

“By now, this matter should have received the Yang God Venerable’s command; soon, the Demon Clan will come to surround and kill him. I must go watch the spectacle.”

As the saying goes, the murderer always returns to the scene of the crime to admire his handiwork—this law holds true even in the upper realms.

In that instant, the ugly crone vanished, preparing to return to the Myriad Realms to enjoy the show.

When she re-entered the Myriad Realms, she saw from afar the figure lounging lazily.

A cruel smile crept across the ugly crone’s face: “Enjoy your comfort while it lasts—soon you won’t be smiling!”

At that moment, the reclining Qi Yuan seemed to sense something. He suddenly sat up: “Ah, you just returned to the Demon Saint Tower?”

The ugly crone nodded, her voice hoarse: “Mm.”

“Alas, if I’d known you were going back to the stronghold, I’d have asked you to bring back the treasures Sister Oxhorn left for me.

I’m rather lazy and a homebody—I rarely go out except to fish,” Qi Yuan said, a hint of disappointment in his tone.

The ugly crone narrowed her eyes, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Her heart was brimming with suppressed excitement and glee, waiting only for Blood Robe to be slain!

She had returned early for another reason: to ensure Blood Robe did not flee.

Better to keep an eye on him.

Time ticked by, and the ugly crone remained in her temporary cave dwelling, occasionally glancing toward Qi Yuan’s location, as if waiting for something.

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan had extended the Golden Core chapter of his *Qi Yuan Scripture*.

He stretched lazily: “Ah, sometimes being handsome is a curse—that old woman keeps staring at me, making me embarrassed.

I never thought the day would come when I’d have the charm of that sealed scholar, beloved by old ladies.”

“That’s because she hasn’t heard you speak!” Jiang Lingsu covered her mouth.

It was better when the senior brother stayed silent.

“What’s wrong with my voice? Honestly, I think I could be an ASMR streamer,” Qi Yuan said.

Otherwise, how had a few words spoken through the game jade slip made Ning Tao’s heart flutter back then?

So yes, his voice was quite pleasant too.

With that thought, Qi Yuan opened the game jade slip: “Let’s see if the new game has loaded.”

He hadn’t played in a while, and he felt a pang of nostalgia.

As he spoke, he extended his consciousness into the game jade slip.

Inside, the game icon was still loading.

It had barely reached a third of the way.

“Should I secretly listen to the game’s setting?”

Qi Yuan thought, closing his eyes to focus on the game icon.

Back then, he had heard Ning Tao’s voice; perhaps this time he could hear something else.

Time passed in silence, the world utterly still.

Suddenly, Qi Yuan paused: “Junior Sister, have you ever heard of a soundless sound?”

“Huh?” Jiang Lingsu was baffled.

How could a sound be soundless?

“I feel like I’m hearing a soundless sound.”

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, listening intently.

Yet within the game jade slip, he heard nothing at all.

But the faint deadness woven into that soundless sound reached him.

“Can you speak?”

At this, Qi Yuan couldn’t help but use his new ability.

That is, he could converse with the sound he heard.

Again, there was only silence.

But Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up—he sensed a trace of joy.

That joy seemed innate, innocent and pure.

“Hmm, you probably can’t speak—can’t even babble. I see, you have no mouth; you must be a stone.”

On the other side, another soundless sound came, but Qi Yuan felt a questioning emotion.

“Forget it, I don’t like talking to stones. What if a monkey jumps out of you?”

Qi Yuan prepared to cut off the connection.

The soundless sound came again, tinged with a hint of sorrow.

Qi Yuan was about to say something when his expression suddenly changed: “A snitch?”

The inflatable doll told him someone had reported him!

His face shifted dramatically, and without a moment’s hesitation, he put away the game jade slip.

His gaze fell upon the old woman in the distance, his eyes blazing with fury.

"From love comes hate—since you cannot have me, you seek to destroy me. How can the human heart be so vile!"

"To have such an admirer is my shame!"

Without a moment's hesitation, Qi Yuan stormed off toward the ugly crone's cave dwelling.

At that moment, the ugly crone was meditating with her eyes closed, when suddenly she sensed an abnormal aura, and her heart clenched.

She was horrified to discover that within her cave dwelling, protected by ten layers of formations, a figure had appeared.

And that figure was none other than Qi Yuan!

The ugly crone was stunned, and also filled with uneasy astonishment.

"D-Daoist friend?"

"I hate snitches more than anything in my life, and you dared to report me!" Qi Yuan was furious, and the consequences would be severe.

The ugly crone's pupils dilated, her heart shaken to its core.

How did he know?

She had just reported him; how did this man find the informant?

Did informants have no privacy anymore?

If this was how it worked, who would ever dare to report anyone?

"Hmph, you adore me, you admire me—that is your affair, and I cannot demand otherwise.

But you have gone too far. Unable to win my love, enraged in your heart, you actually reported me to destroy me!

If everyone were like you—destroying what they cannot have—would the Immortal Realm still spin on its axis?"

Perhaps because he was too angry, too grieved, Qi Yuan even said the Immortal Realm spun on its axis!

The ugly crone's heart was shaken, mixed with an inexplicable fear.

She could not understand, could not comprehend, why reporting Blood Robe would let Blood Robe know!

"Snitch, go down to the underworld!"

"I will not be lenient with you just because you admire me!"

"I have killed even my white moonlight—what are my admirers to me?"

Qi Yuan gave the ugly crone no chance to speak or resist; a powerful strike descended.

(Chapter end)