Chapter 425: White Moonlight Turns into Three Disabilities, I Will Never Leave Nor Forsake You

Chapter 425: White Moonlight Turned Threefold Cripple, Yet I Shall Never Forsake Her

As in days of old, Qi Yuan chatted idly with Jin Li for a long while.

“Did they borrow the immortal jade?” Qi Yuan asked at last.

“Mm, they did,” Jin Li replied.

This exchange brought her back to the days of the Wangyue Continent.

Back then, Qi Yuan had been trapped within the Four Forbidden Zones, surrounded by peril.

Yet she had constantly basked in his grace.

“That’s good,” Qi Yuan continued. “When the time is ripe, you can instruct your clan… to ambush the Molo clan’s immortal jade mines in the Sixth Heaven.”

The holy lands of the Sixth Heaven had holdings in the Fifth Heaven, and the Molo clan possessed many immortal jade mines in the Sixth Heaven as well.

“You… be careful. If things become impossible, come to the Moon Goddess Palace at any time. With Youhuang Canyue here, even if the Molo Heavenly Venerable brings the Molo Well to the upper realm, he cannot harm a single hair on your head!” Jin Li’s greatest concern remained Qi Yuan’s safety.

“Rest assured. A bunch of old men and women who hate bathing can’t hurt me.”

The communication ended. Qi Yuan, in the guise of the Demon Pupil, sat upright in his cave dwelling, continuing to expand the Golden Core chapter of the *Qi Yuan Sutra*.

“Ah, this will keep my wife Ning Tao busy for quite some time.”

Each divine method could almost condense a stellar golden core.

On that barren universe of the stellar golden core, Ning Tao had hardly any rest.

Because there were truly too many divine methods.

Yet this was only natural.

In the Sixth Heaven, the lifespan of a Yang God was nearly infinite.

Unless they fell during the Root Demon Calamity or died at an enemy’s hand, they were almost immortal.

With endless time, the divine methods created by Yang Gods were naturally numerous.

“Thus, before the game begins, there are three ways to increase strength.

One is to condense golden cores and win by quantity.

The second is to attend the Ultimate Truth Discourse Assembly and comprehend supreme truths.

The third is to retrieve my family’s well—a creation treasure is also a tremendous boost.”

Qi Yuan murmured to himself.

He was a man who planned well.

Fortune favors those who love to make plans.

After an unknown span of time, Qi Yuan opened his eyes. A smile appeared in them, then turned into a sigh.

“Even after stepping into the Yang God realm, it’s hard to resist inner temptations.

Everyone sees the Gate of Ultimate Truth like a peerless beauty stripped naked—all reason vanishes, and they charge in without regard for their lives.

Of course, the most important thing is my acting skill.”

Qi Yuan muttered.

Then he felt this metaphor was inappropriate.

Comparing the Gate of Ultimate Truth to a naked peerless beauty was too insulting to the Gate of Ultimate Truth, and also insulting to those Yang God Heavenly Venerables.

“Another one has taken the bait. Time to go have a look.”

Qi Yuan’s figure vanished, transforming into a stream of light.

About five hundred breaths later.

Qi Yuan found himself in the underworld. The ground was littered with traces of fierce battle—broken walls and ruins.

The previous strike, aided by a sneak attack and the assistance of the Spirit Infant, could almost be described as an effortless capture.

He looked at the remnant soul on the ground and said boredly.

“I am your ancestor!”

This time, he followed the same routine: lured another unlucky fool in, then crippled him.

“Another threefold cripple has joined the underworld!”

“Ah, I’m far too kind. Even after my white moonlight turned into a threefold cripple, I still care for him without abandoning him.”

Mm… crippled in body, crippled in soul, crippled in mind.

Commonly known as the threefold cripple.

“Alright, with this one taken down, that fellow Wutian can sneak over.”

Qi Yuan was in a fairly good mood.

The place guarded by this threefold cripple was located at the border of the Demon Abyss.

By seizing his authority, Qi Yuan could allow the Buddha Wutian to infiltrate secretly, bringing the Buddhist Kingdom into the underworld.

Then, when encountering a Yang God at the Ultimate Truth realm, Qi Yuan wouldn’t have to fight so hard.

…

Time flew like a shuttle; two months passed.

During Qi Yuan’s absence, Jin Li continued as before to slay Molo clan members at the Absolute Moon Abyss.

With Qi Yuan’s help, it could be said that Jin Li’s kills went very smoothly.

Every time, she returned with a full harvest.

Yu Tiao looked at Jin Li, envy in her eyes: “The Moon Maiden’s achievements should soon be enough to make a request to the Moon Goddess Primordial.”

No sooner had Yu Tiao spoken than she regretted it.

Jin Li’s wish was to shed her identity as Moon Maiden.

Jin Li gave a soft “Mm” in response.

In the Moon Goddess Palace, her temperament had always been cold.

“Your Highness has been having an unusually smooth time lately. Could it be that you have a spy planted among the Molo clan?” Yu Tiao changed the subject, her eyes filled with anticipation.

A smile appeared in Jin Li’s eyes: “That is not for me to say.”

She would never reveal any information about Qi Yuan.

Hearing this, Yu Tiao did not press further, but asked casually, “I wonder which clan the honored prodigy that the Moon Maiden favors hails from?”

Curiosity gleamed in Yu Tiao’s eyes.

Those around also looked toward Jin Li.

That Qi Yuan could win the beauty’s heart, even making Jin Li willing to give up her Moon Maiden status—everyone in the Moon Goddess Palace was curious about which holy land Qi Yuan came from.

Who was his master, or his ancestor?

It should be… an Ultimate Truth Yang God?

“He does not come from any distinguished lineage.” Jinli shook her head.

She understood the words of these people.

Hearing this, the cultivators present all wore expressions of astonishment.

Yet in the next breath, Jinli’s words struck them even harder.

“He is someone I met when I descended to the lower realm.” Jinli’s eyes carried the memory of the past.

Those present were utterly stunned.

“A cultivator from the lower realm?”

“He is actually a cultivator from the lower realm!”

For a cultivator from the lower realm to ascend to the upper realm was exceedingly difficult.

But in the Moon Goddess Palace, cultivators from the lower realm were rare.

After all, the Moon Goddess Palace, even in the upper realm, belonged to the Sixth Heaven.

The lower realm was far, far away to them.

Since he had ascended from the lower realm, it meant he had no background whatsoever.

Yet Jinli was willing to give up her status as Moon Maiden for him—how could they not be shocked and amazed?

If he were the descendant of some Principle or Great Principle, it would be understandable.

But instead, he was a poor wretch from the lower realm.

Facing Jinli, they felt even more admiration, yet also looked at her with strange eyes, as if lamenting her unworthy choice.

“He is different.” Jinli’s eyes sparkled with radiant joy.

He had always been different.

The grace of the Faceless Sword God from days past was forever etched in her memory.

Just then, a voice transmission fell into her ear.

“Jinli, come to the Moon God Hall.”

The one transmitting was none other than Luna Moon Venerable.

Jinli quickened her pace and hurried toward the Moon God Hall.

The moon hung in the clear sky, its pure light falling upon the Moon God Hall, as if coating the great hall in white jade and glass.

Jinli wore a black Warring States robe, draped from top to bottom, with a pale gold belt cinched at her waist, a clear dividing line that accentuated her particularly graceful figure. The wide gold-embroidered collar added a touch of allure.

“Greetings, Luna Moon Venerable!”

Facing Luna Moon Venerable, Jinli bowed from afar.

A Yang God could not be gazed upon directly; she could not discern Luna Moon Venerable’s face or true form.

“Mm.” Luna Moon Venerable nodded, her voice vast and direct, cutting to the chase: “How is Qi Yuan faring now among the Mara Clan?”

Curiosity gleamed in Luna Moon Venerable’s eyes.

Two months had passed, and she wondered if Qi Yuan had managed to deceive the other Mara Venerables and secure a foothold.

Jinli’s mind tightened.

She recalled her exchange with Qi Yuan yesterday. A Buddha from the Buddha Kingdom had descended, and together they had ambushed and slain a Principle Realm Yang God.

When she heard this yesterday, she was utterly shocked—just as incredulous as when she had heard Qi Yuan’s declarations in the lower realm.

The Buddha of the Buddha Kingdom—wasn’t that the Present Buddha?

How had another Wutian Buddha appeared?

And to be called a Buddha, he must have had the chance to break into the Great Principle Realm.

Yet he, too, followed Qi Yuan’s commands.

How could Jinli not be astonished?

More importantly, they had taken down a Principle Realm cultivator.

Almost the entire Demon Abyss was under Qi Yuan’s control.

But speaking of this would be too shocking.

Until Qi Yuan had full control and ensured safety, she would not reveal this information, lest it cause unforeseen changes.

“The situation is temporarily stabilized.” Jinli replied calmly.

Hearing this, Luna Moon Venerable breathed a sigh of relief: “It’s good that he can lie low.”

Then she shifted her tone.

“I wonder if he can pull off something big?” A sharp glint flashed in Luna Moon Venerable’s eyes.

Jinli lowered her head and bowed gracefully: “I would be glad to hear the details.”

“Thirty years from now, it will be the spiritual energy tide of Queyue Abyss. I know some secrets about the Moqi Venerable of Queyue Abyss. During the spiritual energy tide, Moqi Venerable must go into seclusion and cannot be disturbed.

At that time, he can secretly activate the authority of the Creation Artifact, allowing Caiyue Venerable to infiltrate and severely wound Moqi Venerable, or even… slay him!”

Luna Moon Venerable laid out her plan methodically.

The plan sounded simple, but every step was difficult to execute, and gathering this information had not been easy.

Hearing this, Jinli remained calm inside: “I will relay this message to him.”

“Mm. If Moqi Venerable is severely wounded or killed, he can flee to the Moon Goddess Palace’s territory.

I still think you should persuade him to join the Moon Goddess Palace. Otherwise, alone and without a foothold, facing the siege of the Mara Clan, he will have nowhere to hide.” Luna Moon Venerable continued.

Her eyes held anticipation.

If the plan succeeded, thirty years from now she would have achieved a great merit.

Over the years, both sides had schemed against each other, trying to severely wound or kill the other’s Yang God Venerables, but never had the opportunity.

Now, finally seeing such a chance, how could she not be delighted?

“If Moqi Venerable is slain, even if you renounce your status as Moon Maiden, I will apply for a Yang God opportunity for you!” Luna Moon Venerable declared boldly.

The Moon Goddess Palace was clearly in decline; she had to do something.

“Thank you, Venerable!” Jinli bowed, involuntarily straightening her chest, as if proud of Qi Yuan, yet also carrying a hint of worry.

Meanwhile, in Jueyue Abyss.

A Mythical Cultivator of the Mara Clan lurked deep in the shadows, his eyes filled with fear and panic.

He gazed into the distance at the center of Jueyue Abyss.

“His Majesty… has betrayed us!”

Mulan, one of the top ten Mythical powerhouses of Jueyue Abyss, had always been in charge of logistics there.

During this period, every conflict between Jueyue Abyss and the Moon Goddess Palace had ended in total annihilation.

Their information seemed to be obtained by the Moon Goddess Palace without any obstacles.

Mu Lan was cautious, feigning ignorance while secretly investigating.

He hadn't known until he investigated, and the findings shocked him.

All clues pointed to Modong the Sovereign.

Every troop deployment was kept secret; no one knew except the leading myth and Modong the Sovereign.

But recently, deployments were too frequent, as if feeding the enemy.

All who knew the deployment plans were dead.

So it was obvious: whoever was still alive was the mole.

Their leader, the first man of Jueyue Abyss, Modong the Sovereign, was highly suspect.

How could Mu Lan not be alarmed?

"This matter must be reported to the other Sovereigns," Mu Lan said, concealing his form.

He felt he could not let this continue.

Perhaps soon he would be sent to deal with the Moon God Palace, and he would be the next to die.

Waiting for death was not his style.

"Mochi the Sovereign?"

"No, Mochi the Sovereign is too weak."

"If I seek help, I must seek the strong!"

"How about... Motang the Sovereign!"

Motang the Sovereign was a Zhili Yangshen, second only to Mohen in the Demon Abyss.

Thinking thus, Mu Lan entered the teleportation array, heading for Motang the Sovereign's domain.

His figure vanished, and a pair of golden eyes appeared in the sky.

"Life is full of surprises everywhere. Should I scare him later?"

Qi Yuan muttered to himself.

Now, Qi Yuan hardly pretended anymore.

Before, he would have played the role of a big eyeball.

Now... to hell with acting.

The nearby Yangshen Sovereigns had all been taken out by him.

The remaining few were also on his radar.

As for Mohen the Sovereign, he would be dealt with last.

"Then it will be another day of acting brilliance!"

To deal with Mohen the Sovereign, he already had a thorough plan.

Mohen the Sovereign, as a Zhili realm Yangshen, was skilled at rallying other Sovereigns.

He and five other Tianwei realm Yangshens had formed a small group.

In this small group, they often chatted and even mocked other Yangshens.

Clearly, they were actually on good terms.

But on the surface, even Modong the Sovereign did not know these people had secret contact.

Now, of the group, only Mohen the Sovereign had yet to be captured.

The other Sovereigns had all been taken.

After thinking, Qi Yuan decided he could set a trap.

Five communication devices appeared.

A pig-butchering scheme?

In the group, all were my alt accounts, and you were the only pig!

Qi Yuan began to speak.

"Gentlemen, I see a purple light in the south, faintly like purple qi.

It might be a scheme of the Moon God Palace. Is anyone willing to explore with me?"

After a while, Qi Yuan replied with another account.

"Purple qi! I'm coming!"

"I, this Sovereign, will also come!"

"Since we've seen it, let's all go together!"

The other accounts also logged in and spoke.

"What about Mohen the Sovereign? Is he going?" someone asked.

"Mohen is at the Zhili realm; he surely won't care about that wisp of purple qi!"

"Right, if it were a complete wisp of purple qi, Mohen the Sovereign might be interested, but one wisp divided among five—probably not."

Qi Yuan, using five accounts, chatted with himself in the group.

First, he created a truth for Mohen the Sovereign.

We saw purple qi and are going to capture it!

With the groundwork laid, once the other Sovereigns were caught, he would target Mohen the Sovereign.

"I laugh at Moluo's lack of strategy and Mohen's lack of wit!"

"The mere Moluo clan is nothing—they'll all become cripples!"

Qi Yuan's eyes gleamed with sharp light.

In fact, the success of these plans was due to the great allure of the Zhili Gate to Yangshen Sovereigns, and also to the Netherworld... which was like a strange land, isolating the Yangshen Sovereigns within.

Of course, it was also due to Qi Yuan's own strength.

If even one of these three points was missing, it would be impossible to silently capture a Yangshen.

"After taking the Demon Abyss, I can go back to the Fifth Heaven to fish and carry my well home."

Qi Yuan was very methodical and organized in his actions.

(End of this chapter)