Chapter 454: Chapter 450 Yin God Road, All Walks of Life, War Begins

Chapter 454: The Path of Yin Spirits, the Myriad Forms of Beings, the Battle Begins

“Didn’t the old man say you were feeling guilty and melancholy?”

Qi Yuan kept his distance from Sister Horn, afraid that if he got too close, the mushrooms spewing from her mouth might land in his.

“That’s right, can’t you see I’m crying my eyes out?” Sister Horn was quite delighted to see Qi Yuan.

“Your tears come out of your mouth?” Qi Yuan was speechless.

Sister Horn was indeed “drenched in tears,” but the tears flowed from her mouth.

If an ordinary person saw it, they might mistake it for drool.

But in truth, it was tears.

“Who says tears can only come from the eyes?” Zi Yuan Da Xue mused thoughtfully.

That stumped Qi Yuan again.

He felt the phrase was oddly familiar, as if he himself had said it.

He suspected Zi Yuan Da Xue was plagiarizing him, but had no proof.

“Want to try some mushrooms? Fresh out, still warm!” Zi Yuan Da Xue picked up a mushroom and offered it to Qi Yuan.

“No, I don’t eat mouth-fed mushrooms, nor do I eat mushrooms at all.” Qi Yuan refused.

“Are you disgusted by me?” Zi Yuan Da Xue’s eyes widened.

“Heh, you caught me?”

“You… ah, you have no idea what a blessing it is to find a woman who can stand on her own, produce and sell her own goods.” Zi Yuan Da Xue sighed.

“I’d be better off finding a tree—at least it can photosynthesize!”

Hearing this, Zi Yuan Da Xue fell into thought.

Something occurred to her, and she asked slowly, “To survive an assassination by the Yang Spirit of Gui Yu Tian is no small feat. I almost had to attend your funeral feast.”

In Zi Yuan Da Xue’s view, the Blood Robe was merely a Yin Spirit; facing a Yang Spirit’s ambush, there was simply no way to survive.

“This time, Gui Yu Tian not only assassinated Black Sword but also you. It seems they’re dead set on declaring war on our Black Demon Abyss!” Zi Yuan Da Xue’s tone carried some worry.

With the arrival of Lin Ya Tui, the situation in the Sixth Heaven grew ever more tangled.

“War?”

Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up at the word.

His Human Emperor Banner was still short on fertilizer!

What kind of fertilizer was best? Naturally, the myriad soul banners of Gui Yu Tian—especially the myriad ghost soul banners wielded by the banner masters.

“Yes.” Zi Yuan Da Xue nodded. “If Black Sword and you were assassinated and our Black Demon Abyss makes no response, won’t we be looked down upon?”

Qi Yuan nodded at this. “Ah, it seems I was too considerate before.”

When he met Zi Yuan Zu, Qi Yuan had been very tactful, not dwelling on the assassination by Gui Yu Tian.

After all, the banner masters of Gui Yu Tian were in the second tier of the Great Principle, formidable in strength.

That old man Zi Yuan Zu couldn’t beat them. If Qi Yuan brought it up, the old man, being filial, might go straight to avenge him—what then?

Thus, sometimes it’s best to play dumb.

“War’s likely to break out soon. Do you want to go to the battlefield?” Zi Yuan Da Xue asked. “The military merits should be considerable.”

“I’ll consider it.” Qi Yuan nodded.

He didn’t care about military merits; what he cared about was his Human Emperor Banner.

Against a genuine myriad ghost soul banner, he was utterly outmatched.

But if he could absorb all those disciples’ myriad ghost soul banners, devouring them one by one and refining them, things would change. How could a myriad ghost soul banner dare to rebel?

He was the rightful one.

Right now, he was poor and truly lacked an offensive creation-level treasure.

Old man Zi Yuan Zu might be filial, but he was clearly broke, unable to offer an offensive creation-level treasure as tribute.

“Then team up with me. Sister and Zi Yuan Xiao Lu will avenge you!” Zi Yuan Da Xue said casually, looking quite proud. “It seems I’d better not step into Yang Spirit for now. With my current strength, I can protect you on the battlefield!”

As she spoke, she patted her heaving chest, and something indescribable bulged into an exaggerated curve. The scene might have been somewhat seductive, but combined with the mushrooms spewing from her mouth—well, all desire vanished.

“What, you can’t look me in the eye? Afraid you’ll fall for me?” Zi Yuan Da Xue’s eyes sparkled with delight. She sat carelessly, the hem of her skirt revealing the endless allure of her fair thighs.

“No, I just don’t want to objectify you!” Qi Yuan replied. Though Sister Horn didn’t mind, Qi Yuan was tactful.

After all, one more glance would be harassment.

If he even thought about it, that would be worse—not only might he be hung out to dry, but he could even end up in the slammer.

Returning to his cave, Qi Yuan activated the formation again.

The image of Ling Long Yu Xi appeared.

A graceful figure caught Qi Yuan’s eye.

Jin Li wore a large tangerine-yellow palace dress, slightly at odds with her somewhat cool face, yet it made her appear warm, generous, and lively.

The dress was exquisitely tailored, hugging her figure and accentuating her graceful curves.

The slightly open collar revealed snow-white, delicate skin, like fine jade, tempting one to caress it.

On her cool, pretty face, her brows and eyes held a hint of charm.

Before, Jin Li’s attire had been rather plain; only after reuniting with Qi Yuan did she add a touch of color.

“I have good news: Moon Hua Tian Zun agreed. You don’t have to renounce your identity as a Moon Maiden. Pick an auspicious day, and I can come to marry you. What date do you think is suitable?” Qi Yuan gazed at Jin Li’s stunning face, a bright smile on his own.

Hearing this, Jin Li’s beautiful eyes sparkled with joy. “I leave it to you, my lord.”

“Then I’ll have to find a good day,” Qi Yuan mused.

Last time they married in the game, hardly any friends or relatives attended.

This time, he could invite many friends.

Qi Yuan even thought about whether to give Ning Tao and the Canary on the Star Core Golden Pill a belated wedding.

But it was just a thought.

He had mentioned it before, and Ning Tao and the Canary had vetoed it.

“I’m fine with anything,” Jin Li said softly, seeming a bit reserved.

Qi Yuan looked at Jin Li with calm eyes.

When chatting with Jin Li online, she always carried a hint of reserve, or rather, she couldn’t let go, but offline, she was especially passionate.

Back then, when they met at Moon Goddess Palace, she nearly pinned him down.

At that time, because they weren’t yet married, the final barrier hadn’t been broken, but Jin Li was quite forward. Despite her cool nature, she was paradoxically seductive, almost making Qi Yuan lose his composure.

Yes, the offline Jin Li, when they were alone, was a little bit naughty—of course, it was more about the longing and desire of endless years.

That was normal; Qi Yuan was also fond of pleasure.

Wine and lust harm the body, so Qi Yuan never drank.

But now, seeing Jinli's dignified appearance, Qi Yuan couldn't help but say, "Let me see your legs?"

A blush immediately crept onto her pretty face, her teeth biting her lower lip. Her jade-like hand moved downward, slowly lifting the hem of her skirt.

Beneath the intricate long dress, delicate jade-white feet and slender calves, fair as snow, revealed a myriad of charms...

"Do you like it?" Jinli's eyes held a pool of spring water, rippling with her trembling voice.

"A Blue Star native wouldn't lie to an immortal realm native—I like it."

"Next time... I'll meet you like this..."

"If you do that, I won't be able to sleep..."

...

The Human Emperor Banner fluttered.

Qi Yuan fell into thought.

"Every living being in this world has two sides—or rather, is complex."

"Once, he was an ordinary cultivator, a prodigy of the world. Apart from the little habit of picking his feet, he was almost perfect—the hope of a small world."

"But one day, cultivators from the Ghost Imperial Heaven descended and wiped out that small world."

"He transformed from a prodigy into a ferocious soul envoy. After my righteous reformation, he became a good ghost who helps old ladies get into bed!"

Qi Yuan was fabricating the *Qi Yuan Sutra*, seeking to step onto the path of the Yin God.

During the Supreme Principle Discourse, he had already gained some insights.

"The path of the Yin God lies in divinity. To become a god, one must see through all things in the world—or even... master a craft, such as... creation?"

"That way, even if I'm fired from a black factory when I'm old, I can still find a new job to support myself."

"But before that, I must understand human nature, understand all things... and recognize everyone's inner heart."

As the saying goes, earning a million a month is not as good as a stable job earning three thousand, nor as good as mastering a skill.

To become a god, one needs a craft.

To create a world, one must understand the myriad forms of sentient beings.

Take Jinli, for example. To outsiders, she is as pure and cold as frost, unapproachable. But to Qi Yuan, she is passionate as fire, wanting to devour him and merge him into her very being.

This, too, is one aspect of the myriad forms of sentient beings.

"So... for the next part of the *Qi Yuan Sutra*, I can draw from my insights in the Mortal Heart Realm—all sentient beings are me!"

With this thought, Qi Yuan's mind suddenly cleared.

He seemed to see his path of the Yin God.

About half a month passed.

Qi Yuan stopped fabricating the *Qi Yuan Sutra*.

"It's... about seventy percent done. Now I just need to wait for the game."

Cultivating in reality was too slow. Qi Yuan preferred to enter the game to cultivate.

His consciousness probed into the game jade slip.

A slight look of surprise crossed his face.

"Just half a month without looking, and it's loaded this much?"

"Nearly four-fifths done?"

Qi Yuan was quite pleased and excited.

As his strength increased, the game's loading speed had begun to slow down.

Sometimes he'd wait months for just a little more progress. But now, these ten-odd days were equivalent to more than half a year's worth of loading.

"Not bad, not bad... It seems... it's almost there. I wonder what type and style this game will be?" Qi Yuan mused.

Over these ten-odd days, he hadn't only been fabricating the *Qi Yuan Sutra*. He had also been consuming the Black Demon Ancestor Blood given by Purple Fate Ancestor, cultivating the *Ancestral Blood Art*, and breaking through to the twelfth layer.

Now, his strength had increased once more.

Except for the Great Supreme Principle, he dared to clash with anyone.

If he got his hands on an offensive creation treasure, he'd dare to hand out flyers in front of the Taihuang Palace.

"Blood-Robed Senior Brother, war is about to begin—come quickly!"

Just then, Purple Fate Xiaolu's obedient voice rang out.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan remained calm and unhurried.

He knew that the Black Demon Abyss had declared war on the Ghost Imperial Heaven.

These two behemoths had been clashing, and now the conflict had reached a boiling point, leading to an open declaration of war.

This would likely also raise the curtain on the Linya Tui.

"War has begun?" Qi Yuan's figure appeared, stopping beside Purple Fate Xiaolu.

On Purple Fate Xiaolu's pink horns, one side was tied with a bow, the other hung with a mushroom, looking quite bizarre.

"Yes, war has begun, but..." Purple Fate Xiaolu hesitated, "it's not an all-out war!"

When the Ghost Imperial Heaven attacked Blood-Robe and the Black Sword, it meant the two sides could no longer reconcile.

War was inevitable.

"Not an all-out war?"

"Yes, our Black Demon Abyss has nine divisions, but only five... support the war!" Mentioning this, Purple Fate Xiaolu was indignant.

ps: There will be another chapter around 8 AM. From now on, the two chapters will be posted at midnight and 8 AM respectively.

ps: The fact that the scene with Horned Sister got censored is ridiculous. Does she really have that much sexual tension?