Chapter 430: I'm Really Not the Wild Dad He Left Outside?

Chapter 430: Am I Really Not His Illegitimate Father Left Outside?

Ziyuan Daxue smiled lightly: "Little Lu is a good person, kind-hearted.

An Xunlu... well, she's gossipy and very jealous, likes to speak ill of others behind their backs. You need to be careful."

"Ziyuan Daxue, I not only like speaking ill of others behind their backs, but also in front of them!"

An Xunlu glared at Ziyuan Daxue, her killing intent undisguised.

This made Qi Yuan even more certain that the bloodline of Ziyuan Heaven... had issues.

The cultivators here were all somewhat divine.

Like those from Moon God Palace and other places, they were much more ordinary.

In surface communication, they were polite and courteous.

"Hmph, just arrived at Ziyuan Heaven and already placed at the top of us demon sons. Let me see what he's capable of!"

This An Xunlu was also a ruthless person, swift and decisive.

This scene made Qi Yuan blink.

This was the real flavor of the cultivation world.

In the past, when cultivating, the people he faced were too friendly.

For example, when he went to the Jiang family this time, no petty thugs jumped out to provoke him.

"What cultivation level are you? I'll lower myself to the same level, otherwise don't say it's unfair."

"I'm at Zifu." Qi Yuan answered seriously.

An Xunlu's face flushed red with anger: "You shameless!"

This person was too brazen!

Pretending to be at Zifu.

"I really am at Zifu, I'm not lying." Qi Yuan had a serious face.

Ziyuan Daxue, seeing An Xunlu at a loss, laughed heartily: "I testify, he really is at Zifu."

"Hmph!" An Xunlu's chest heaved with anger, revealing a large expanse of fair skin.

She flicked her sleeve, stomped her foot, and flew away.

This scene disappointed Qi Yuan.

He also wanted to see what level the "Zifu" of a major power was.

Ziyuan Daxue squinted her eyes and said ambiguously: "Is it white? Is it big?"

"Ah?" Qi Yuan was a bit confused, not understanding Ziyuan Daxue's meaning.

"Hers... don't you want to take a suck?"

"...Hey, can you not be such a female hooligan?" Qi Yuan was speechless.

Were the people of Heimo Abyss so abnormal in the head?

Beside them, Ziyuan Xiaolu's face was flushed red, her hands twisting the hem of her clothes; if not for her shyness, she would have covered her ears.

"Sister is just saying that. Don't dream about it. You won't have a chance to suck. The person An Xunlu likes... is Hei Jian." Mentioning Hei Jian, Ziyuan Daxue's face rarely showed a solemn expression.

"Hey, don't spread dirty rumors about me. I don't want to... do that with An Xunlu!" Qi Yuan was exasperated.

These people from Heimo Abyss were too good at spreading rumors!

But this kind of situation was also common on Blue Star.

Common case.

Someone posts: "Is XX impotent?"

Then others post: "I heard XX is impotent."

Mm... the rumor succeeds.

However, this also takes time to brew.

This Ziyuan Daxue spread rumors without any buildup.

The Ziyuan clan's mouths were so gossipy, yet they could live so long. Qi Yuan thought it was because their bloodline was strong.

"Sigh, you have no sense of humor. Sister said all that just to bring up Hei Jian."

"Wait, how do you know about cells?" Qi Yuan blinked.

Could it be, a fellow countryman?

"We at Heimo Abyss study bloodlines. Creating the term 'cell' isn't too much, is it?" Ziyuan Daxue looked at Qi Yuan like he was a country bumpkin.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan immediately understood.

At the Yang Shen level, if one's eyes couldn't even compare to a microscope, that would be too pathetic.

"You, fellow, work harder. Cultivate the 'Ancestral Blood Art' diligently and suppress Hei Jian.

That guy Hei Jian is called the Light of Heimo Abyss.

Sister is very rebellious; I can't stand him." Ziyuan Daxue said seriously.

Hei Jian was hailed as the number one prodigy of Heimo Abyss, destined to become a Great Principle.

Moreover, not an ordinary Great Principle, but like that one from Taihuang Palace, a Great Principle who comprehended the Supreme Principle.

In all the years Heimo Abyss had been the overlord of the Six Heavens, it had never produced a Great Principle who comprehended the Supreme Principle.

Therefore, they placed special importance on Hei Jian.

Prodigies like Ziyuan Daxue had also been indoctrinated with many ideas.

After stepping into Yang Shen, they should take Hei Jian as their leader.

Naturally, she was unconvinced in her heart.

"Sister Horn, don't worry. Last time you helped me, next time I'll help you deal with Hei Jian." Qi Yuan patted his chest and said.

"You actually took it seriously?" Ziyuan Daxue said helplessly.

However, thinking that Blood Robe regarded that one from Taihuang Palace as a great enemy, it was normal for him to look down on Hei Jian.

"I was just saying. Don't really go looking for trouble with Hei Jian. That person is terrifying. He is... the disciple of Heimo Yuanzu. Even our ancestor has to address him as 'junior brother'." Ziyuan Daxue's expression was grave.

Heimo Yuanzu was the chief of the Nine Elders of Heimo Abyss, and the remaining eight elders were mostly his disciples.

Therefore, Hei Jian's seniority was higher than all of them.

Ziyuan Daxue shrugged: "Ahead is your cave dwelling. Sister won't go.

Just right, Ziyuan Xiaolu is very virtuous and good at housework. Let her help you tidy up the cave."

After saying that, Ziyuan Daxue yawned and left.

Although the ancestor thought highly of Blood Robe, Ziyuan Daxue also understood that no matter how strong Blood Robe's bloodline was, it couldn't compare to Hei Jian's.

Heimo Ancestral Blood... was limited.

The empty space now held only Qi Yuan and the shy Ziyuan Xiaolu.

"Pink Horn Girl, the cleaning... I leave it to you!"

Qi Yuan looked at Ziyuan Xiaolu, his expression tender.

Ziyuan Xiaolu’s face flushed, as if embarrassed by Qi Yuan’s address.

She lowered her head and whispered, "Okay."

With that, Ziyuan Xiaolu flew toward Qi Yuan’s steel cave-dwelling.

Instantly, tens of thousands of Ziyuan Xiaolu appeared in the air, scattering into every corner of the steel cave-dwelling.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan placed his hand on his chin, his expression grave, as if pondering something of utmost importance.

At last, after several dozen breaths, excitement lit up Qi Yuan’s face.

"If I trick Ziyuan Xiaolu into going to Blue Star, some of them into electronics factories to tighten screws, wouldn’t I make a fortune? And some into some country as homeless, wouldn’t they eat that country out of house and home?"

The more Qi Yuan thought, the more he felt his own cleverness, and he had discovered another huge business opportunity.

This also made him quite excited.

Then, without further thought—

Using his brain too often easily led to mental agitation and insomnia.

He entered the tidied cave-dwelling and straightened things up a bit.

He took out the *Ancestral Blood Art* and gave it a serious look.

[This is a bloodline transcendence technique, with several flaws. If corrected at... the cultivation speed can be increased by more than a hundred times.]

Qi Yuan’s eyes returned to his old trade; he saw the flaws in the *Ancestral Blood Art* at a glance.

He also gained more information about the *Ancestral Blood Art*.

"The Myriad Dao War God actually contains a special bloodline too."

"The Devouring Origin Body... turns out it’s not."

After being accosted by Ziyuan Daxue, Qi Yuan had many guesses in his heart.

At first, he thought the Devouring Origin Body given to him by Wushi Shengmu was an extremely special bloodline.

But it turned out to be the Myriad Dao War God.

"So, cultivating this *Ancestral Blood Art* can also enhance the potential of my Myriad Dao War God bloodline, and thus increase my strength?"

Qi Yuan was lost in thought.

Since returning from Arch Star, his Myriad Dao War God cultivation had stagnated.

The martial path seemed to have reached its end.

Now, here he saw a way to advance the Myriad Dao War God.

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes, countless thoughts flashing through his mind.

"The Myriad Dao War God seems to value bloodline more."

"Immortal Dao, on the other hand, is about enlightenment and the path."

These were two different roads.

"The Myriad Dao War God won’t turn me into a big muscular guy, will it?" Qi Yuan hesitated.

But then he thought—he had already swallowed a star with his mouth.

His Dharma Body was already a big muscular guy.

"Time to adapt the *Ancestral Blood Art* and cultivate!"

Without a second thought, Qi Yuan began earnestly adapting the *Ancestral Blood Art*.

Outside the steel cave-dwelling, Ziyuan Xiaolu’s tens of thousands of clones were still diligently using spells to clean, meticulous and careful. Qi Yuan, eyes closed, began to work in earnest.

Three days passed, and Qi Yuan opened his eyes.

A wisp of black swirled in his pupils.

His face showed surprise: "The *Ancestral Blood Art* is this powerful?"

After adapting the *Ancestral Blood Art*, he cultivated rapidly and finally, through his own effort, broke into the first layer.

With this breakthrough, he discovered the might of this technique.

His Myriad Dao War God cultivation had actually... doubled!

This was utterly terrifying!

"Wasn’t it said that advancing the Yang God’s cultivation was as hard as reaching heaven? How is it so simple?"

Qi Yuan was in good spirits.

One layer was already this terrifying.

If he cultivated to perfection, wouldn’t he trounce the Great Principle?

Or even surpass it?

But at that moment, Qi Yuan stopped cultivating.

He felt he had been cultivating too hard, a bit drained; he needed to rest for a while.

Balance work and rest.

To use an improper analogy, this kind of cultivation required a certain blood cell; once those cells were depleted, he had to wait for regeneration before he could cultivate again.

This situation actually existed objectively.

But ordinary cultivators of the Black Demon Abyss wouldn’t encounter it.

After all, they cultivated slowly.

"Let’s see what gift their ancestor gave me."

Qi Yuan then remembered that the Ziyuan Ancestor had also given him a small present.

He opened the storage pouch that Ziyuan Tan had handed him and examined it carefully.

A gift from the Great Principle—one had to be wary.

In an instant, a drop of pitch-black blood fell into Qi Yuan’s sight.

That drop of blood exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

As if falling, it could crush a planet.

Qi Yuan also sensed a strong sense of crisis.

Through that drop of blood, he seemed to see a supreme being.

"This is..."

[Black Demon Ancestral Blood, the bloodline source of the Black Demon Abyss clan, a bloodline treasure, the remnant blood of some being during its transformation.]

His left eye’s brow twitched wildly.

It was clear that this was a good thing, and there was no danger.

"How fragrant..."

Qi Yuan felt somewhat hungry.

He directly swallowed half of that drop of blood in one gulp.

The other half remained.

He did not swallow it.

Because... he was full.

In an instant, Qi Yuan felt a strong sense of satiety, and also felt his energy surging once more.

Countless changes were taking place within his body, transforming.

He sensed that his physique seemed even stronger.

Even without the protection of immortal spiritual power, if he encountered his former enemies, a slap across the face wouldn't even hurt him.

"I feel like I'm terrifyingly strong now!"

"I could eat a hundred million white-flour steamed buns in one go, without drinking water!"

"No wonder my well wanted to devour the Black Demon Ancestor's blood—it's a great tonic!"

"This Black Demon Abyss was truly the right place to come; it's my land of fortune!"

Qi Yuan's gaze was deep, filled with anticipation.

With such abundant energy, he now wanted to run a few laps around Blue Star.

But then, he fell into hesitation.

Why was the ancestor of the Purple Fate Heaven being so good to him?

When things are abnormal, there must be a reason!

Qi Yuan pondered, and with a flicker, his figure vanished from the cave dwelling's bedroom.

Not far away, Purple Fate Little Dew lowered her head, the pink horns on her head shimmering, as if she was ramming a door with her head.

Like an ox plowing a field.

"Sister Pink Horn!" Qi Yuan called out.

Only then did Purple Fate Little Dew stop her actions, and with a few quick steps, she arrived before Qi Yuan, panting: "Senior Brother Blood Robe, what is it?"

Blood Robe was the chief of the Five Demons, so it was only proper for her to address him as senior brother.

"I want to secretly ask you about a big matter—don't you dare tell anyone!" Qi Yuan's expression was grave.

Purple Fate Little Dew nodded vigorously, a hint of joy in her heart.

This senior brother still trusted her.

She clenched her little fists, leaned closer to Qi Yuan, and said, "Senior Brother Blood Robe, please speak."

"I want to ask, does that ancestor of the Purple Fate Heaven have any relatives left outside, like his father... or his ancestors or something?" Qi Yuan voiced his doubts.

This left Purple Fate Little Dew dumbfounded: "This... this junior sister is not clear."

How could a mere Mythical like her know about the private affairs of that ancestor-level existence of the Purple Fate Heaven?

"What is Senior Brother Blood Robe asking these things for?" Purple Fate Little Dew felt a hint of apprehension.

More than that, she was puzzled.

In the territory of the Purple Fate Heaven, discussing the ancestor like this—if the ancestor wished, he could sense it at any time.

"Didn't the ancestor give me a meeting gift?" Qi Yuan said, his face full of suspicion.

"Huh?" Purple Fate Little Dew was still confused, and a trace of jealousy stirred within her.

"The meeting gift he gave me is quite precious. Let me secretly show you—don't tell anyone!"

As Qi Yuan spoke, he lifted a corner of his storage pouch.

Purple Fate Little Dew leaned in, her eyes widening into round orbs: "Black! Demon! Ancestor! Blood!!"

Her mind trembled, and her face showed an expression of disbelief.

This was Black Demon Ancestor's blood!

Even a Yang God at the Ultimate Principle Realm, if they hadn't established a vast industry for the Black Demon Abyss, wouldn't be qualified to obtain it.

Only beings like the Nine Elders had a share of it.

And yet... it was given to Blood Robe?

How could she not be shocked?

Then, what Qi Yuan said next made her even more unable to hold herself together.

"Black Demon Ancestor's blood is so precious, and your ancestor was willing to give it to me—there must be a reason.

I strongly suspect that I might be an ancestor of your Black Demon Abyss, left behind outside for many years." Qi Yuan pondered seriously.

As for him being the son of the Purple Fate Ancestor?

No need to even think about it.

He had been orphaned since childhood.

Since he wasn't someone else's son, the truth could only be one thing: he was someone else's ancestor!

Otherwise, why would someone be so good to him for no reason?

Purple Fate Little Dew blinked, her small tongue gliding over her moist lips, as if deeply shaken.

She said in a pitiful tone, "Senior Brother Blood Robe, about this kind of thing... I don't know."

She dared not respond to Qi Yuan's words.

If the ancestor found out and flew into a rage, she would be finished.

"Alas..." Qi Yuan sighed. "I won't make things difficult for you."

Hearing this, Purple Fate Little Dew breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior Brother Blood Robe, you must never speak carelessly about such matters. If the ancestor hears... I'm afraid...

Also, Little Dew's lips are the tightest—Senior Brother Blood Robe, please rest assured!"

Qi Yuan nodded: "Mm, you continue cleaning. I'll go out and take a look."

With that, Qi Yuan's figure vanished.

He planned to go ask Purple Fate Big Snow, An Xunlu, and the other cultivators of the Purple Fate Heaven: since the ancestor gave him Black Demon Ancestor's blood, was he the ancestor's long-lost wild father?

Humans are curious, and Qi Yuan was no exception.

Meanwhile, beyond the celestial canopy, the body of the Purple Fate Ancestor twisted, his Ultimate Principle coiling into a knot.

The conversation between Qi Yuan and Purple Fate Little Dew, involving him, naturally could not escape his perception.

"You... this mind of yours!"

"What were you thinking!"

He was already advanced in years, having lived for countless ages.

How could he possibly have a father or ancestors left outside?

But suddenly, something occurred to him, and his gaze turned doubtful again.

“Could he really be my little ancestor?”

(End of this chapter)