The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 180 - 110: Are all the accounts in the group his alts? _3

Chapter 180: Chapter 110: Are all the accounts in the group his alts? _3

He could brazenly claim: "I’ve killed more God-infant beings than you’ve ever witnessed!"

Facing the early-stage God-infant, True Lord Six Strings, Qi Yuan swung his sword, severing him directly in two.

The God-infant within his body did not even have time to escape and died on the spot.

Seeing this, Ji Boying on the side shivered violently: "You... Who exactly are you?"

"Didn’t you just say you could kill me with one stroke?" As Qi Yuan’s words fell, his sword swung again.

A look of disbelief crossed Ji Boying’s face as his body crumbled to pieces, dying on the spot.

Qi Yuan was fast both in action and execution. The battle ended so quickly that not even the birds in the trees were startled off.

He took their storage pouches, cleared him throat and imitated the voice of True Lord Six Strings.

"I, the venerable, will be undergoing secluded meditation on Yunzhi Mountain for a hundred days. Those who disturb me... will be killed without mercy!"

The sound resonated across Yunzhi Mountain.

Qi Yuan was indeed impulsive, but he was smart in his impulsivity.

The news of True Lord Six Strings’ death must be kept secret for now.

He still needed to lie low and develop himself further.

When Qi Yuan returned to the Seven Color Peak, the fish soup he had been simmering was still not ready.

Qi Yuan rummaged through True Lord Six String’s storage pouch, taking in the various treasures and Spirit Stones in his sight.

Within it, Qi Yuan even came across two profound level Cultivation Techniques.

In the past, this would have brought a smile to Qi Yuan’s face.

But having just acquired five profound level techniques from the icy mountain overbearing lady, one of which was a high-grade profound level one, he found himself looking down on these two profound level techniques.

"No wonder they say it’s hard for a mistress to turn a new leaf.

Having seen the view from higher up, who would ever wish to live in mundanity?"

"These cultivation techniques are enough to refine the Qi Yuan Sutras up to the late Foundation Establishment stage but as for the Golden Core... I’m still clueless."

Qi Yuan then opened Ji Boying’s storage pouch.

Even a mosquito leg is still meat; no chances could be missed.

The valuable items in Ji Boying’s storage pouch were significantly fewer.

Some gaudy, inappropriate clothes, a pitiful stack of Spirit Stones, and Cultivation Techniques that Qi Yuan found uninteresting.

"Huh, a list? A list of spies?"

Qi Yuan never expected to find a list of spies within Ji Boying’s storage pouch, related to the Demonic Desire Portal within the Palace of Light.

Qi Yuan glanced at the list and was astounded, "The moves of the Demonic Desire Portal are too ambitious!"

There were hundreds of names written closely together on the list.

You must know, the Palace of Light, including all the elders, disciples, and even the servants, numbers only in the thousands.

"No wonder I always felt that there were problems everywhere in the Palace of Light.

That it’s still running smoothly now is truly luck."

Qi Yuan didn’t take it seriously.

Even after obtaining the list, he did not want to disrupt the current state of affairs.

Nor would he act like some online novel character, waving the list in front of a female disciple or another’s wife, saying: Sister, wouldn’t you rather your secret be kept from my master?

"But what exactly is the Demonic Desire Portal’s purpose for expending so much effort to infiltrate the Palace of Light?" Qi Yuan wondered.

If it were just to overthrow the Palace of Light, this method would be foolish.

Also, considering the strange sounds he occasionally heard during his Heavenly Foundation Building phase,

He suspected that there must be deeper reasons at play.

"Complete the hundred-day plan first, consider other matters later.

If necessary, I will activate my brain and devise a thorough plan!"

Qi Yuan entered the communication group of the Divine Flower Society.

"I have good news for you all. The first step of the hundred-day plan is completed. Your investments have paid off."

Rogue Immortal Venerable: "...You killed the God-infant cultivator?"

"I beheaded him with a single strike of my cleaver!" Qi Yuan casually replied.

The Rogue Immortal Venerable fell utterly silent.

Is it me that’s the problem, or is it Origin Heaven Venerable?

"Origin Heaven Venerable, you are quite quick. I have decided to borrow another twenty thousand Spirit Stones from the Palace of Light." The reply from Great Sun Flame Emperor came quickly.

"If you act too quickly, Venerable Qi Yuan, and destroy the Palace of Light too soon, my sisters and I won’t be able to borrow the Spirit Stones," the Ice Mountain Tyrant Woman hurriedly said.

The Rogue Immortal Venerable read the messages in the group, feeling mixed emotions.

Could it be that the Greater Sun Flame Emperor and the Ice Mountain Tyrant Woman are both alt accounts of Venerable Qi Yuan?

Otherwise, how could they believe in such an exaggerated event?

A Heavenly Foundation Building alone wouldn’t be able to kill a Divine Infant with a single blow!

Where in the world is such a foundation establishment method?

Even the one ranked first on the List of Heavenly Chosen Ones would not be a match for a Divine Infant cultivator during their Foundation Establishment.

"A hundred days will pass as quickly as a closed-door cultivation. By then, we’ll find out whether Venerable Qi Yuan is bluffing or I was being ignorant," he decided no longer to comment in the group and quietly lurked.

Qi Yuan, of course, knew nothing about this.

At that moment, he was memorizing all the newly acquired Cultivation Techniques.

Once he entered the game, he could use his spare time to refine the Qi Yuan Sutras.

After an unknown amount of time, a sudden voice came into Qi Yuan’s mind.

"Hmph, you want me to hand it over? No way!"

Ningtuo?

Qi Yuan was stunned. What could have possibly happened within the game?

...

Meanwhile, up north.

Several terrifying auras pervaded the area, seeming to affect the weather, and the steady rain kept falling.

Seven Venerables had Ningtuo surrounded, their faces fierce.

"Ningtuo, hand over the Blood Demon, and we’ll let you live!"

The seven Venerables present all stared at Ningtuo, their eyes full of apprehension.

Especially when they saw the chained blood sphere behind Ningtuo, the fear in their eyes intensified.

"Hmph, you want me to hand it over? No way!"

Wearing a black figure-hugging long dress with plums embroidered on the golden thread around her waist, Ningtuo stood slender and resilient in the void, keeping the blood sphere firmly protected behind her.

"He’s not a Blood Demon, and I won’t hand him over!"

"Who persuaded you all to attack me?"

Blood dripped from her sleeves and evaporated in the air.

By the time one reaches the Venerable realm, they can consciously avoid leaking bodily fluids.

Attacked by seven Venerables, Ningtuo was not lightly injured.

Yet, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, she kept the blood sphere safe behind her body.

"Ningtuo, in your capacity as the palace master of the Heavenly Heart Palace, you have disregarded the decree of the Venerable, colluded with the Blood Demons secretly.

Leave the Blood Demon and leave now. We can still spare your life!" one Venerable said solemnly.

The Palace Master of the Heavenly Heart Palace was a strong presence among Venerables.

They did not wish to pressure her unduly.

Otherwise, they too may suffer losses.

"Where’s your proof that this is a Blood Demon?" Ningtuo’s lips were smeared with blood, her smile particularly bewitching.

Yet the seven Venerables present felt sick just looking at Ningtuo.

The character for "demon" hidden under the black veil was a rule of this grand Dao. Even though it was concealed, they felt nausea.

Therefore, even though the Thirteen Demons of the North were Venerables, they were universally loathed.

From this, ever since the word "demon" appeared on her face, Ningtuo had always been given strange looks.

Disgust, nausea, homicidal intent, and even... hatred.

Even her loving mother once secretly snuck into Ningtuo’s room with a pair of scissors, intending to kill her.

"Its appearance is similar to the description of the Blood Demon given by the Venerable," one Venerable began sternly, his gaze fixed on the blood sphere. "If it’s not a Blood Demon, then what is it?"

"He’s my... son," Ningtuo replied with a charming smile, leaving everyone present feeling a chill.

At that moment, a reluctant voice came: "How on earth did I become your son?"

The speaker was none other than Qi Yuan.

Unfortunately, his face was still too thin to follow his middle school friend’s response when a girl called him her son: asking her for breast milk.

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