The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 1072 - 471: The Specter of the Tattered Robe Appears, Kill!

Chapter 1072: Chapter 471: The Specter of the Tattered Robe Appears, Kill!

"This earth-shattering, historic battle would’ve been worthy of record in the annals of the Sixfold Heavens, pity that you’re the only spectator," Qi Yuan lamented.

The battles over the past few years had been heart-stopping.

To Qi Yuan, it was almost as if he had exhausted all his tricks.

He even wanted to record the most brilliant moments of the fights and make a highlight reel, setting it against grand or mournfully heroic "Wild" BGM, and play it daily for the spectators of the Sixfold Heavens.

It would surely astonish many Cultivators.

When Shi Pan heard this, he was somewhat befuddled.

Was this battle... truly worth its weight in gold?

"You should go back first; I need to review the battle to see where I didn’t perform well today. I can’t make the same mistakes tomorrow!"

Qi Yuan waved his hand casually, and the figure of Shi Pan disappeared.

In the empty building, only Qi Yuan was left.

"When he indirectly cursed my mother, I actually felt a bit heated, but luckily the Black Robe covered me, and he didn’t detect anything unusual."

"If I start adding some BGM from tomorrow, it’ll bolster my courage. With BGM, I am unbeatable!"

"Bolster my courage, save me from my social anxiety!"

The next day.

Warm sunshine bathed the spacious palace.

A man in a Black Robe lay on a recliner, looking cozy.

All of a sudden, a breeze stirred.

There was the sound of steady footsteps shaking the ground from deep within the earth, as though the palace itself might crumble.

A man with the stature of a double-door refrigerator appeared, his eyes deep and profound.

He was like a majestic Divine General descending into the mortal realm to slay demons and dispel evil.

"You’ve arrived," said the man in the Black Robe from the recliner, his voice calm, his expressions hidden by the robe.

"Your grandpa has arrived!" Dao Bu’er replied in his resonant voice.

"Your grandpa is lying right here."

The voice was very calm. When Dao Bu’er heard it, it was as if thunder roared in his mind.

It seemed as if the Thunder God was calling out from the Nine Heavens.

Uncertainty flickered across his consciousness.

"Could it be that this man in Black Robe is indeed my grandpa? Otherwise, why would he be immune to my Word of Holy Light?"

However, the moment this thought appeared, he immediately extinguished it.

"Heh, I am older than you, so I am your grandpa!" Dao Bu’er spoke indifferently, a smug look on his face.

During this period of contests with the mysterious man in Black Robe, he had gained the upper hand.

"Is this... your excuse for not bathing?" Qi Yuan’s voice remained calm.

As he spoke, he slapped his hand down.

Instantly, sixty-seven Wandering Souls entered the palace.

These Wandering Souls held small red flowers and musical instruments like gongs and drums, their faces painted in exaggerated makeup—vividly red and white, quite peculiar.

"BGM, start!" Qi Yuan snapped his fingers.

At once, the sixty-seven Wandering Souls began to twist in a yangko dance, their mouths simultaneously emitting a cheerful tune.

"Dao Bu’er doesn’t bathe!"

"Dao Bu’er doesn’t bathe!"

The cheerful voices, the graceful dance moves, accompanied by the lively sounds of drums and gongs, created a surreal scene.

A slight change came over Dao Bu’er’s expression, feeling embarrassed, but then he coldly said, "Is this the only tactic you have left? It seems... you’ve really gotten yourself a grandchild!"

"Dao Bu’er doesn’t bathe!" Qi Yuan said lazily.

"Is this all you can do? Too afraid for a head-on confrontation?"

"Did you bathe last night?"

"You..."

Time passed, and half a month swiftly flowed by.

Not many Cultivators came around the grand hall, even for miles around.

Only the Yin Spirit Army remained, loyal as ever, practicing their drills daily to forge an army of quality.

Shi Pan stayed in his cave abode, a cold glint in his eye as he viewed messages on the Jade Slip: "Ah Qin, if you keep talking like this, we can no longer even be friends. Everything I have is granted by my lord; how could I betray him?"

He was in contact with a female cultivator he knew, who was cute and charming, with a Yin God for a great-grandmother.

The female cultivator had bestowed her affection on him, and now she was persuading him to flee.

How could he betray Qi Yuan?

Everything he had was gifted by his lord.

What value did what Ah Qin give him compared to that?

After saying this, Shi Pan put the Messaging Jade Slip back into his Storage Bag and paid it no more mind.

"If the Holy Light Sect comes... How should my lord respond?"

To be honest, Shi Pan was also secretly worried about Qi Yuan.

After all, every Cultivator spoke of the Holy Light Sect’s strength, that the Sect Leader was invincible, unbeatable.

Even Shi Pan, having often heard such talk, felt trepidation.

Far off, Cultivators gathered, their expressions apprehensive.

"Tonight is the night of utmost Yin Wandering Souls, and as per tradition... the Sect Leader of the Holy Light Sect will surely appear.

That... Heavenly Venerable is in danger."

"Hmph, that Heavenly Venerable has brought it upon himself, for he is meddling with the Holy Light Clan!"

"Liu Xi, it’s good that you didn’t perform tasks for him; otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have escaped death either!"

Not far away, Liu Xi was sipping wine, lost in complicated thoughts, and did not respond.

"I’ve heard that Heavenly Venerable... seems to have sustained serious injuries, his Soul damaged, and his mind not quite right. It’s said that for these years, he’s been constantly bickering with a Loose Cultivator."

"If his mind weren’t impaired, why would he stay here?"

Hearing this, Liu Xi couldn’t help responding, "Regardless, if it weren’t for this Venerable, on nights of Wandering Souls, we would have to hide in the Wind Cave; quite inconvenient. This Venerable has been kind to us; it’s best not to slander him without cause."

The other Cultivators heard this and shrugged, no longer mentioning Qi Yuan.

"I hear that every purest night of Wandering Souls, an ancient Soul arises, supreme over the world. This time, I wonder if we will have the chance to witness the power of that ancient being!"

A Venerable spoke, eyes filled with intense curiosity.

Normally on the night of Wandering Souls, with the Yin Soul Patrol Heaven out, they did not dare to venture outdoors.