The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 683 - 309: Blood Luo Plate_2

Chapter 683: Chapter 309: Blood Luo Plate_2

How could it appear on a person?

Could it be that this person has an artifact that shields them from divination?

"Right, where did you get this Blood Luo Plate? It’s pretty interesting, I want to get one too.

If I had this, wouldn’t I make a fortune?" Qi Yuan asked.

At this question, Yu Xiu’s heart suddenly flashed with a vigilant look: "You... how do you know it’s called the Blood Luo Plate... You don’t have any death qi on you at all!"

As soon as he spoke, Yu Xiu regretted it.

Qi Yuan pondered, "Because I am mentally ill, and the mentally ill know these things... Isn’t it very normal?

By the way, I want to ask you a question, do you know about the Spirit Dao Martial Lord?"

Since arriving at this world, Qi Yuan’s task was to become the Human Path Martial Lord, the Spirit Dao Martial Lord, and to cultivate to the Realm of Ten Thousand Paths Martial Gods.

Becoming the Human Path Martial Lord was simple, just win the Martial Arts Conference a hundred times.

But for the Spirit Dao Martial Lord, he had no clue.

This fortuneteller was unusual, so Qi Yuan decided to ask him.

"Spirit Dao Martial Lord?" Yu Xiu shook his head, "I’ve never heard of it, but... I’ve heard of the Human Path Martial Lord, and the legendary Kuang Long Martial Lord."

This time, Yu Xiu did not conceal anything. He felt that Qi Yuan also seemed to be hiding secrets.

Otherwise, how could he know the name of the Blood Luo Plate?

"A Martial Lord, huh?" murmured Qi Yuan.

But at that moment, Yu Xiu’s face suddenly changed dramatically: "Not good, I... have to go."

The Blood Luo Plate was shattered, and a trace of the curse residue still lingered on him.

He had to rush to resolve it.

After speaking, he left in a frenzy.

As for the table, it also remained in place, unmoved.

Northern Crane Han Xianyun watched Yu Xiu’s retreating figure with curiosity: "Are you sure you two don’t know each other?"

"Don’t know... he’s quite an interesting person," said Qi Yuan.

He remembered the word "death qi" that the other party had mentioned.

This indicated that the other was not a person, but a group.

"Indeed interesting, as interesting as you. Could it be... the rumors are true?" Han Xianyun pondered aloud.

"What rumors?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

At the same time, he sent the keywords like Blood Luo Plate, Blood Luo Island, death qi, and the term Kuang Long Martial Lord to the robot Lingyi via his phone to help him look up this information.

"Some time ago, a major event happened in Wugui Nation, an army base was flattened.

I watched the video, and a giant blood-colored longsword appeared in the sky, and then... every soldier in the army base died."

"There are rumors that the Immortal Path is being revived, and that person was a cultivator!" Han Xianyun said in a hushed voice, excitement and a trace of disappointment in his eyes.

"If the Immortal Path really exists, what does our years of efforts amount to...?"

He was indeed very disappointed.

If the Immortal Path truly existed, then Martial Arts would be utterly worthless.

What’s the point of breaking through the Martial Arts Limit anymore?

Could you defeat an army of three thousand men with a single sword?

Qi Yuan chuckled, "With all your years of effort, can you defeat a Gene Soldier?"

"..." Han Xianyun was at a loss for words.

Indeed, without the Immortal Path, Martial Arts isn’t really significant.

The Martial Arts Limit isn’t even enough to defeat a soldier who has taken a high-grade Gene Potion.

"If you can’t speak properly, then don’t speak!" retorted Han Xianyun, dissatisfied. However, his mood had improved significantly.

Right, if Martial Arts isn’t good enough, so be it. It never really was.

"My only worry now is, if the revival of the Immortal Path is true, and Martial Arts Conferences get canceled in the future... then..." Han Xianyun’s voice carried a hint of despondency.

Regardless of how ineffective Martial Arts were, it was still something he cherished like a child.

He had watched the Martial Arts Conference grow ever since he was little.

To him, those who reached the Martial Arts Limit were the professional competitors he admired.

Based on the way things were developing, there might really be no more Martial Arts Conferences in this world.

"You’re overthinking it, even if Qin Yuan Nation is wiped out, there will still be a hundred iterations of the Martial Arts Conference!" Qi Yuan asserted confidently.

"You’re great at boasting. Without Qin Yuan Nation, there’s nothing left of the Martial Arts Conference!" Han Xianyun couldn’t help but retort.

"As long as I’m here, the Martial Arts Conference will go on."

"Tsk tsk!"

The two bantered and laughed as they entered the branch of the Martial Arts Alliance.

What followed were the tests.

Anyone who passed could directly participate in the official competition of the Martial Arts Conference.

In the hall, more than thirty people were gathered, each of them Martial Artists, exuding a sharp aura.

At that moment, with a loud shout from Southern Lion Zhang Yang, his Innate Martial Technique was unleashed.

A thunderous blast seemed to ring out above the stage.

The opponent of Southern Lion Zhang Yang, a powerful Martial Artist, didn’t even have time to react before he was heavily thrown to the ground.

"Southern Lion Zhang Yang wins!" As the referee’s voice announced, Southern Lion Zhang Yang descended from the stage proudly. As for the Martial Artist he defeated, he didn’t even spare him a glance, considering him beneath his attention.

The Martial Artists below looked up at Southern Lion Zhang Yang with envy and shock in their eyes.

"Southern Lion Zhang Yang’s strength has improved since last year!"

"Looks like the champion of this Martial Arts Conference is undoubtedly him!"

"But he... is too arrogant!"

Everyone was discussing spiritedly.

"Next up... Qi Yuan."

As the referee spoke, Qi Yuan stepped forward.

Northern Crane Han Xianyun smiled and encouraged, "Good luck, future champion, don’t fail the test."

Yang Shan chuckled, "You’re seriously underestimating Qi Yuan. His talent... it’s even higher than yours!"

"Higher than mine?" Northern Crane Han Xianyun was taken aback, "What’s his strength?"

"You’ll see soon enough," said Yang Shan with an even wider smile.

Qi Yuan was just over twenty, younger than Han Xianyun by seven or eight years.