Chapter 432: Stay Away from Qi Yuan, Otherwise You Will Become Unfortunate

Chapter 432: Stay Away from Qi Yuan, or You'll Be Unfortunate

Bing Jian's tone was sour, his resentment all too evident.

Once, he had been the foremost prodigy of the Black Demon Abyss.

After Hei Jian arrived, he fell to second place.

Hei Jian possessed extraordinary talent and had stepped into the realm of Yang Shen Heavenly Sovereign.

Bing Jian admitted he was no match.

But... what about the Blood Robe?

It was one thing for him to appear out of nowhere, but the ancestor of the Purple Fate Heaven had directly given him... the Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

How could Bing Jian find balance in his heart?

The surrounding prodigies, hearing Bing Jian's complaints, wore complex expressions.

"If Brother Hei Jian had obtained the Black Demon Ancestral Blood, we would have accepted it willingly."

"A newcomer to the Black Demon Abyss, not even a full year here, yet worthy of the Black Demon Ancestral Blood—it truly makes one..."

The prodigies present murmured among themselves.

Bing Jian's face darkened, the cold aura around him growing denser.

He even wanted to ask his own ancestor why he hadn't been given the Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

Of course, that was just a thought.

The ancestor was a powerhouse at the Great Principle Realm.

Even meeting him was no easy task, so how could he dare make demands?

After all, he wasn't like Zi Yuan Da Xue, who was a direct bloodline descendant of the Purple Fate Heaven's ancestor.

Just then, Zi Yuan Xiao Lu and Qi Yuan's figures landed among the crowd.

In an instant, countless eyes fell upon Zi Yuan Xiao Lu and Qi Yuan.

Curiosity, envy, jealousy, desire...

All kinds of gazes.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan secretly transmitted a message to Zi Yuan Xiao Lu: "There are too many shallow men and women in your Black Demon Abyss. We're dressed quite conservatively, not revealing at all, yet so many people are staring at us!"

Zi Yuan Xiao Lu's toes curled, her hands clutching the hem of her clothes, her face slightly flushed.

She wanted to tell Qi Yuan that these people were all looking at him, not her.

"Stop staring at the girl—can't you see Zi Yuan Xiao Lu is shyly clutching her hands?"

"And don't look at me either—I have social anxiety. If I get angry, I'll slap a nosebleed right across your faces!"

"If you keep this up, I'll report you for voyeurism and harassment!"

In the end, it was the brave Qi Yuan who stepped forward, overcoming his social anxiety, glaring coldly at the thousand staring eyes.

The prodigies around were somewhat baffled by his words.

They couldn't quite understand what Qi Yuan was saying.

Zi Yuan Da Xue burst into laughter: "If you want to stare, stare at An Xun Lu—she's wearing less!"

An Xun Lu's expression remained unchanged; to her, the body was but a mortal shell, only the soul mattered.

"Sister Hornhead, clothing freedom—no matter how An Xun Lu dresses, we shouldn't gawk!" Qi Yuan said.

"Hmph, last time you talked about freedom of speech, and now you're trying to shut me up?" Zi Yuan Da Xue retorted smugly.

These words left Qi Yuan speechless again.

He felt as though his worldview was collapsing.

Whenever he talked with Sister Hornhead, she always found loopholes in his words.

With Qi Yuan's intelligence, it would be easy to refute her.

But Qi Yuan was never good with words—a socially anxious, introverted "I-person" who dared not speak loudly. Arguing was normal, right?

Most importantly... he didn't want to use his brain.

Convincing someone with logic was far more trouble than beating them into submission with fists.

So at that moment, Qi Yuan fell silent, at a loss for words.

At the same time, he reflected on himself.

He still had many shortcomings; his words often had loopholes and contradictions. How should he fix this?

"No, I need to comprehend a principle to patch this weakness!"

"From now on, when facing Sister Hornhead... I'll win without using my brain!"

Qi Yuan thought seriously.

When it came time to attend the Principle Discourse Assembly, he'd use his brain then.

His brain should be used only where it mattered.

Otherwise, constant thinking was too tiring—he needed to conserve it.

Just then, Bing Jian's piercing gaze fell upon Qi Yuan, as if trying to see what made him worthy of the ancestor's favor and the gift of Black Demon Ancestral Blood.

But at that moment, a vast voice echoed from the heavens.

"Silence!"

"Listen!"

In the Black Demon Heaven, the sky suddenly turned gray and pitch black.

On the mountain peak, a man in white robes appeared, his sleeves fluttering, his face like polished jade, his bearing elegant and free.

In stark contrast to the overall gray gloom of the Black Demon Heaven, this man was clad entirely in white, like a warm ray of light.

"Greetings, Brother Hei Jian!"

All the prodigies, including Bing Jian, bowed their heads, gazing from afar at the gentle, jade-like man on the peak.

Qi Yuan, accustomed to playing a role, also gave a slight bow.

"Today, I shall impart knowledge to you all."

Hei Jian sat atop the peak, his aura extraordinary, like an immortal detached from the mundane world.

An Xun Lu looked at Hei Jian, her eyes filled with admiration and respect.

The other prodigies, no matter how unruly, showed reverence in the face of Hei Jian.

One reverence came from Hei Jian's formidable strength as a Yang Shen Heavenly Sovereign.

The other came from Hei Jian's exceptional talent, which even the Nine Elders of the Black Demon Abyss admitted they could not match.

"Thank you, Brother!"

Nearly a thousand prodigies shouted in unison, all sitting down to one side.

Previous disputes and petty schemes vanished with the arrival of the Black Sword.

"Today's lesson is on the Yang Spirit," the Black Sword said, his voice refined and gentle, like a spring breeze.

Qi Yuan sat beside the Purple Edge Dewdrop, somewhat absent-minded.

He secretly transmitted a message.

"This is a bit beyond the scope. I'd rather hear about the Yin Spirit."

Qi Yuan was merely at the Zifu stage—translated to Blue Star, still a middle schooler listening to college-level calculus. It was indeed beyond his scope.

Purple Edge Dewdrop secretly transmitted back: "Senior Brother, your talent is unparalleled; you don't need to heed his teachings."

Her gaze fell on Qi Yuan, filled with admiration.

"I'm not one to rest on my laurels. I need to listen to others' voices and open my mind," Qi Yuan said.

"Xiaolu also has doubts on the path of cultivation. Would Senior Brother be willing to guide me in his spare time?" Purple Edge Dewdrop blinked, asking expectantly.

"Hmm... no problem," Qi Yuan agreed directly.

Teach someone cultivation?

Who couldn't?

Besides, he had many clever ideas and insights.

"Thank you, Senior Brother." Purple Edge Dewdrop revealed a lovely smile.

At that moment, the Black Sword's lecture began.

"The starry realm has no stars; heaven and earth are dark, of Yin.

Ancient great ones found light in strange lands and the cosmos, roamed between Yin and Yang, imitated stars, raised thrones, refined star shadows, illuminated the heavens, and thus the world came to see Yang..."

"The path of the Yang Spirit requires capturing the ultimate Yang energy of heaven and earth, merging it with oneself, to forge an indestructible, imperishable, and incorruptible soul."

What the Black Sword taught was the purest path of the Yang Spirit in the Sixth Heaven.

To become a Yang Spirit, one must refine a star projection to illuminate the heavens.

For these prodigies, the hardest part was refining the star projection.

The star projection required capturing the ultimate Yang light from beyond the heavens to temper.

The ultimate Yang light in the Sixth Heaven was nearly exhausted; only some major powers still preserved it.

Alternatively, in certain strange lands, one might encounter light from beyond the heavens.

Next, the Black Sword explained how to capture the light from beyond, where it was easily found, and how to capture it more easily.

The prodigies present listened intently, enraptured.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan's expression turned doubtful.

"Today's lecture ends. If any of you have doubts, you may ask me."

The Black Sword's demeanor was refined, clad in a white robe, transcendent and otherworldly.

Immediately, many prodigies earnestly posed questions.

The Black Sword answered them one by one, thoroughly and carefully, without any airs of a Yang Spirit.

At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly stood up and asked.

"Is there no other way to walk the path of the Yang Spirit?"

All eyes fell on Qi Yuan, some surprised, some puzzled.

After all, although Ice Sword was dissatisfied with Blood Robe,

the favor shown by the Purple Edge Heaven's ancestor toward Blood Robe indicated that Blood Robe's talent might be second only to the Black Sword.

If he raised a question, perhaps he had a unique insight.

They listened intently, hoping to gain something from the debate between these two prodigies.

"I have a bold idea. Capturing the ultimate Yang light is too slow.

Why not start from the source—go directly to another universe and capture a real star to refine!

Wouldn't such a Yang Spirit be far more powerful?"

Qi Yuan voiced his doubt.

Instantly, the prodigies present couldn't maintain their composure as they looked at Qi Yuan.

They had thought this prodigy Blood Robe would say something lofty and profound.

But what came out... was too unreliable, wasn't it?

Did he even need to ask?

Not to mention where to find a real star in another universe—which of them had the ability to refine a real star?

The Yang Spirit was strong, capable of destroying a star with a single blow.

But they were only Yin Spirits, at the nation-destroying level.

The gap was far too vast.

Blood Robe's remark had a peculiar charm.

Want to earn a million a year?

First, deposit sixty million in the bank.

"The path of the Yang Spirit originates from the ancient great ones; there may be other methods," the Black Sword explained patiently, not dismissing Qi Yuan's question as absurd. "But one must be cautious. The power of a star is not something a Yin Spirit can refine. A single misstep could lead to the annihilation of the soul."

The Black Sword's answer was simple: such a possibility might exist, but it was too dangerous and not recommended.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan felt it made sense.

A Yin Spirit was so weak, it couldn't even swallow a star.

Refining a star—what a pipe dream!

Thus, the path of the Yang Spirit had to be taken step by step: capture the light from beyond the heavens and refine it into a star projection.

But just then, a flash of brilliance struck his clever mind, and Qi Yuan's face turned deathly pale.

Purple Edge Dewdrop immediately grew anxious: "Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

"I think I'm going to die," Qi Yuan said, deeply troubled.

Because he had actually refined a real sun and turned it into a golden core.

By ordinary logic, shouldn't he be dead already?

After all, a Yin Spirit refining a real star would die.

The path of the Yang Spirit only involved capturing the ultimate Yang light from beyond the heavens.

His path was wrong.

Could it be that he was already dead?

Was everything now just a fantasy before his death?

"What's wrong, Senior Brother?" Ziyuan Xiaolu asked with some concern.

"Stick your face out and let me pinch it," Qi Yuan said, his expression dark.

"Huh?" Ziyuan Xiaolu was puzzled, but she obediently leaned her face in.

Qi Yuan pinched it and asked seriously, "Does it hurt?"

"No... it doesn't hurt," Ziyuan Xiaolu said shyly.

Even if it hurt, she couldn't tell him, lest he blame himself.

"It doesn't hurt? Then is it all fake, just my illusion?" Qi Yuan's composure crumbled.

He never dared to pinch himself hard, because he feared the pain.

Seeing Qi Yuan's state, Ziyuan Xiaolu grew anxious, not knowing what had happened: "It hurts, just a little!"

She no longer concealed it.

She felt that with the blood-robed senior brother, it was better not to hide anything, to be straightforward.

"Hurts?" Qi Yuan's eyes lit up. "So it's not my illusion, but..."

He was puzzled again.

Why hadn't he died?

Didn't everyone who refined a star with their Yin Spirit die?

But suddenly, he thought of something and understood.

"What does a Yin Spirit dying from swallowing a star have to do with me, a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator?"

Right!

He had refined the sun into a golden core while at Foundation Establishment, swallowing a star.

So, it was fine.

He had been scaring himself all along.

Qi Yuan figured it out and felt a lingering fear; he had almost died.

This also reminded him of his earlier conversation with Ziyuan Daxue.

His Dao had flaws, big problems!

He had to comprehend a principle to patch that flaw.

At that moment, Black Sword looked at Qi Yuan with surprise: "Blood Robe, with that expression, do you have something to say?"

After all, Qi Yuan had been acting strangely after asking his question, drawing many eyes.

Qi Yuan felt awkward at this.

He couldn't exactly say he had nearly scared himself to death, could he?

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration: "Senior Brother Black Sword, I want to report something!"

Though Qi Yuan despised informants, he supported open and honest reporting.

Thinking this, Qi Yuan felt quite weary.

These words left the gathered prodigies puzzled.

This Blood Robe... truly, he was more like someone from Ziyuan Heaven than the Ziyuan Heaven people themselves!

"Report what?" Black Sword asked.

"I report An Xunlu. She sowed discord between us, insisting I could never surpass you, and said I saw you as my goal," Qi Yuan said seriously.

At these words, everyone fell silent.

Then, Ziyuan Daxue's laughter rang out like a goose's cackle.

"Ha ha ha..."

Not far away, An Xunlu's eyes widened, disbelief written all over her face.

The other prodigies also struggled to suppress their smiles.

Those words sounded like something An Xunlu would say.

Ice Sword sat nearby, recalling how An Xunlu had once said similar things to him.

Back then, he had been furious but powerless.

Now, seeing Blood Robe bring it into the open, he felt, for some reason, a certain satisfaction.

At the same time, his gaze toward Qi Yuan grew more wary.

He had originally thought of challenging Blood Robe to prove he was the strongest under Black Sword.

But now... with Blood Robe's shamelessness, how could he dare to challenge him?

If he said something inappropriate during the challenge, wouldn't this guy exaggerate it and tell everyone, ruining Ice Sword's reputation?

Stay away from Blood Robe, or misfortune will follow.

Such a thought took root in Ice Sword's mind.

From now on, keep a distance from Blood Robe!

The other prodigies also looked at Blood Robe with disdain.

This guy... really says whatever he wants!

At first, there were rumors that Blood Robe would tell anyone who listened that he suspected the ancestor was his grandson, and they hadn't believed it.

Now... they believed.

"Blood Robe... stop your nonsense!" An Xunlu was furious, her chest heaving.

"I'm not talking nonsense. I recorded it and kept the evidence," Qi Yuan said, pulling out a recording stone.

"Black Sword, this An Xunlu is clearly a scheming woman, sowing discord. You should stay far away from her.

Don't let her trick you out of your wealth and your virtue. A young man out in the world must be careful."

Qi Yuan, with a strong sense of morality, exposed the truth directly.

"Brother Black Sword, I didn't!" An Xunlu's eyes brimmed with tears.

Black Sword stood atop the peak, his expression calm.

But Qi Yuan continued: "A slanderous woman, writes her little stories and plays the victim when exposed, right?

I declare that I have never seen Black Sword as a rival to surpass, nor is he someone I need to overcome."

An Xunlu's gaze was like a blade, her teeth clenched: "Afraid you can't compare to Brother Black Sword, is that it?"

"Still spreading rumors, even with so many people here!"

Qi Yuan said lazily.

"Wait until Black Sword becomes a Grand Principle, then let me surpass him. For now... he's not worthy!"

Qi Yuan's voice was calm, but at that moment, it stirred a storm in everyone's hearts.

PS: My gratitude to the esteemed Lin Shengjun for yet another generous reward of ten thousand!

(The end of this chapter)