The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 148 - 97: Domineering Palace of Light_2

Chapter 148: Chapter 97: Domineering Palace of Light_2

Becoming the Emperor was just a means to gain more resources and enter the Purple Mansion as soon as possible!

Of course, the ascension of a new emperor should still be something to celebrate.

However, just then, a loud voice echoed through the sky.

"Is the Emperor of Greater Shang present!"

In the sky, an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator flew in, exuding an overwhelming aura.

"Who is the visitor?" The royal family’s Nascent Soul servitor, Monk Wudian, flew barefoot into the air, blocking the path of the newcomer.

"I am the steward of the Palace of Light situated in the Green Cloud Continent in the Eastern Land. I come on the order of the Palace Master of the Palace of Light, specifically to incorporate Greater Shang into the Alliance of Light." The Nascent Soul cultivator from the Palace of Light appeared condescending as he threw down a decree, which landed in Monk Wudian’s hand.

Monk Wudian scanned the decree with his divine sense and, seeing no issues, he presented it to Dongxian.

Dongxian opened the decree and glanced at it, his face betraying his anger.

The Palace of Light’s Nascent Soul cultivator then said, "Soon, in as little as half a year, or at most three years, the War of The Hundred Nations shall commence.

The Alliance of Light will clash against the Demonic Factions.

In consideration of the absence of demonic cultivators in Greater Shang, out of his kind heart, our Palace Master wishes to incorporate Greater Shang into the Alliance of Light.

When the War of The Hundred Nations begins, Greater Shang, along with other nations of the Alliance of Light, must send troops against the Demonic Factions and exterminate the demons!"

The cultivator from the Palace of Light, appearing condescending, spoke as if he was giving a gift to Greater Shang.

Listening to this, Dongxian’s head started to pound like it was filled with blood.

This Palace of Light was not playing fair at all!

Greater Shang wasn’t a vassal of the Palace of Light. By what right were they forced to join them?

Moreover, the Hundred Nations were asked to wage the War of The Hundred Nations at the behest of the Palace of Light.

What kind of logic was this? Was the Palace of Light the ruler of the Hundred Nations?

Dongxian was fueled by rage.

However, he knew that the Palace of Light was a true behemoth. They had quite a few cultivators that had reached the Purple Mansion Realm.

All the forces in the Hundred Nations combined weren’t a match for the Palace of Light.

The cultivator from the Palace of Light, appearing condescending, then said, "Before that, you all need to hand over Kang Fulu and Qi Yuan, the two disciples of the Divine Light Sect, to the Palace of Light."

He added another outrageous demand.

Upon hearing this, Dongxian flatly refused: "Impossible!"

The cultivator from the Palace of Light appeared surprised for a moment but soon smiled, "If Greater Shang refuses, then during the War of the Hundred Nations, it will be classified as a demonic faction.

All demonic factions shall be executed without mercy.

Greater Shang... may face annihilation!"

The Palace of Light would undoubtedly support the nations of the Alliance of Light, while they would naturally wish for the nations of the Demonic Factions to meet the most gruesome ends possible.

The government should be overthrown and the lives of its people thrown into utter chaos.

Hearing this, Dongxian seethed with rage and felt unbearable frustration!

The Palace of Light was too oppressive!

"If Kang Fulu and Qi Yuan from the Divine Light Sect aren’t handed over within seven days, Greater Shang will be considered part of the demonic factions." After finishing, the cultivator from the Palace of Light turned into a streak of light and swayed away arrogantly.

He left behind an enraged Dongxian.

There was no way he would hand over the men!

...

Qi Yuan, of course, had no idea about the incident unfolding at the imperial palace.

At that moment, he was immersed in a game.

The joy was evident on his face.

Because his mid-Foundation Establishment stage soul power could effortlessly enter the game without the previous pull from Ningtuo’s side.

However, he first entered the Celestial Heart Palace, located beneath the ground.

"You’re awake?" Not far away, Ningtuo, with her slender bare feet, opened her eyes. The half of her face not hidden by the black gauze was breathtakingly beautiful, like a blooming plum in the snow.

Right now, she was looking apprehensively at a demonic egg bound with eighteen chains.

The original demonic egg seemed to have been fully digested by now, transforming into a blood-red meatball, which seemed to contain an extremely ferocious beast.

"Ningtuo, my dear, may I ask you a question?" Qi Yuan asked.

"My lord, do tell." Ningtuo’s eyes darted about in a charmingly rebukeful way, seemingly unhappy with the term of address.

Her slim figure was accentuated by a black dress. With her long, jade-white legs visible through the thin black gauze, she was truly captivating.

"Who is the biggest villain in this world?" Qi Yuan wanted to know who the boss was.

"My lord, are you joking? If we’re talking about villains, us thirteen demons of the Northern Land are absolutely considered big villains." As she said this, a self-mocking look flashed in Ningtuo’s phoenix eyes beneath her delicate brows.

Qi Yuan paused, finding himself asking, "Can I take a look at your other half of the face?"

Upon hearing these words, Ningtuo’s eyes showed a fleeting hint of panic. Still, her mouth curled into a smile, full of charm, "Better not, my lord. I’m afraid, it might disgust you."

The word "Demon" was etched on that half of her face, making her hideously ugly. Everyone who saw it was repelled.

Ever since the word "Demon" appeared on her face, even her mother, who loved her deeply, treated her like a demon. She once tried to kill Ningtuo with scissors while she slept.

A young Ningtuo ran away from her home, with an additional scar on her face, right beside the word "Demon."

Later, she fled only to be hunted down by countless cultivators who referred to her as the Demon Lady.

It was during this pursuit that she met Qi Yuan.

She covered her face with a black veil.

And nobody saw the other half of her face ever again.

Even she, when removing the black gauze, did not want to open her eyes to see the word that even she found somewhat repulsive.

She did not want Qi Yuan to see it.

"Besides the Thirteen Demons, are there any other major villains?" Qi Yuan asked.

In his opinion, Ningtuo, the child, was definitely not a big boss.

After all, while the Palace of Light was a hegemon in the Fengluan realm, it was not the strongest.

"Where are the villains?" Ningtuo asked with a light smile, "For the cultivators of the South, everyone in the North is an antagonist. For the cultivators of the North, everyone in the South is also an antagonist."

Ningtuo didn’t voice the sentence following that one.

For the people of the South and the North, the demons are the real villains, even more despised than the evil spirits.

"Is that so?" Qi Yuan seemed indifferent and didn’t speak further.

"My husband, you rarely wake up. When will you break free and join me to observe the vast night sky?" Ningtuo stared at Qi Yuan earnestly.

"No." Qi Yuan was too lazy to watch.

He wanted to play games.

Looking at the night sky, where was the thrill of killing?

Ningtuo was not disappointed: "Be good, hubby. Your adorable little wife is off to earn some money for the family."

She draped a layer of light gauze over herself again and put on shoes on her bare feet.

She left the underground palace.

As the master of the Palace of Light, she also had many matters to handle.

Coming to the middle of the palace, she lifted her head to look at the night sky.

The sky was pitch black as if the whole world was soaked in ink.

She sat upright on the jade throne, looking at the decree in her hand, her face thoughtful: "Blood demon, peerless... great evil?"

But shortly after, she smiled lightly.

She was a demoness, wasn’t she also a great evil?

Meanwhile, a palace maid serving at the side noticed Ningtuo’s smile and began to shiver uncontrollably.

Ningtuo glanced at her, her eyes reflecting complex emotions.

Those who vowed to die for her were all so afraid of her.

They feared her every frown and smile.

Demoness...

...

In the underground palace.

"This lump of flesh is strange."

Qi Yuan’s gaze landed on the spot he was currently inhabiting.

Every time he observed this chunk of flesh, he got a different answer.

The name he got was also different each time.

This time, it was...

[Heavenly Bloodlust, Desire Unleashed.]

Last time, it was the Blood of Primordial Chaos.

"This must be a good treasure."

He speculated that because his soul was abnormally manifested, this object was also affected and mutated.

The form was constantly changing.

"What if I were to embed the spirit blood in its body?"

Qi Yuan had a sudden thought.

But soon, he discarded the idea.

Now he didn’t know exactly what this lump of flesh was, so he couldn’t waste the spirit blood.

He had to at least figure out the approximate value of this lump of flesh before deciding whether or not to use the spirit blood.

Right now, he needed to get stronger quickly.

"It’s a pity that I can’t take it with me, otherwise I could study it every day."

"Alright, time to leave this place and enter the game state."

Thinking this, Qi Yuan started to switch into game mode.

In an instant, countless images filled Qi Yuan’s mind.

He saw an imposing giant city, its walls thirty meters high.

Numerous Human Clan cultivators and soldiers were standing on top of the giant city’s walls.

Underneath them, terrifying fiends, numbering in the thousands, attacked the city like a dense wave.

Arrows rained down, falling among the countless fiends, but it was like a drop in the bucket.

Fiends with hideous faces surged over the city wall, inciting a bloody melee.

Soldiers in armor, holding long spears and swords, charged fearlessly at the fiends.

The battle raged on for three days.

Blood stained the city walls red.

The walls of the city had turned black.