The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 778 - 344: The Tong Family’s Past, The Transformation of Qin Yuan

Chapter 778: Chapter 344: The Tong Family’s Past, The Transformation of Qin Yuan

Who in the heavens plays the transverse flute, blowing Qionghua petals throughout the world?

In the land of north and south, amidst the Xi River, snow drifts for thousands of miles.

Atop city walls, within taverns, in the fields and courtyards, everyone lifts their heads to the sky, gazing at that terrifying figure.

"Red Stick Demon Slaughter... exterminated the Xi River Demon?"

"Actually exterminated it!"

Everyone knew that Red Stick Demon Slaughter would battle the Xi River Demon, that this battle was impending, but they didn’t expect it to start so abruptly and end so swiftly.

Merely dozens of breaths... and it was over.

A bit too hastily, perhaps.

Those were twenty thousand Demon Soldiers, led by the Xi River Mermaid!

Yet in the hands of Red Stick Demon Slaughter, they were more fragile than an anthill.

In the midst of the Xi River, the formerly imposing Demon Soldiers melted away like snowflakes under the scorching sun.

That figure, crimson and terrifying, stood in the firmament, resembling a god.

All eyes were on that figure, their expressions a mix of fervor and reverence.

"This world, this kingdom - if Red Stick Demon Slaughter desired it, he could take it with a simple gesture!"

"With such strength, even a hundred thousand mighty dragon guards could not halt his progress!"

"This is the true ruler without a crown, the Martial Arts King!"

Numerous exclamations erupted.

All doubts dissipated in that moment. Those who harbored schemes in the darkness, with Qi Yuan’s formidable power displayed, became utterly straightforward.

And then, the crimson figure in the sky descended to a hillside a kilometer away.

The blood-colored armor vanished, leaving the crimson figure standing conspicuously in the snow.

"Huo Mushi, let’s go, time to leave."

In the boundless snow, the crimson figure didn’t spare a glance at the world, leaving only his silhouette.

Huo Mushi in the tavern hastily grabbed the ropes, pulling along two black bags. Inside them, the Demon and humans were quick to trot after him.

Seeing this, no one in the tavern dared to follow.

Lv Zhu County Lord looked hesitant, then shouted with force, "Master, are you leaving?"

She felt that once Red Stick Demon Slaughter left, she might never see him again.

Qi Yuan did not turn around; at this moment, he was silently consuming the Essence Blood of the Demon Clan.

This battle, having slain twenty thousand Demon Soldiers, had granted him a vast quantity of Demon Clan Essence Blood.

This abundance of Demon Clan Essence Blood was of great aid to him.

"Hmm, just now... how much did you learn?" As these words escaped his lips, Qi Yuan was momentarily stunned, reminded of his First Love.

He felt he might be getting old, often thinking of those from the past.

"I..." Lv Zhu County Lord hesitated, "none at all."

"If that is so, then let us meet again if fate allows," Qi Yuan replied, too weary to say more.

To this world, he was but a passerby, a player in a game.

Having spoken, Qi Yuan’s gaze fell upon the crimson stick, his expression serene.

Suddenly, he raised his hand.

The crimson stick was flung into the Xi River.

A beaming smile appeared in Qi Yuan’s eyes: "If a monkey were to pick you up, that would be interesting."

With almost all the Demons in this world eradicated, it was time for him to complete his task and leave.

One could say, in this world, his gains were plentiful.

In less than a year, he had reached a level comparable to the Divine Child Realm’s Martial Spirit.

These First Loves, they spoiled him greatly.

With the stick thrown away, Qi Yuan, alone, vanished from sight.

...

Half a day later.

On a small flat boat.

Qi Yuan lay lazily aboard, like a wealthy young master out for leisure.

At the other end of the boat, two black bags.

The black bags were wrapped tight, resembling two people.

As to what was inside these black bags, the world speculated wildly; some said they contained peerless beauties hidden by Red Stick Demon Slaughter; others suggested they were extraordinary treasures that bestowed Red Stick Demon Slaughter’s immense power.

Now, these mysterious black bags were finally revealed, exposing an icy foothold.

Qi Yuan lay with his back to the Flower Demon and the young Tong Youwei, not sparing them a glance.

Once haughty, the Flower Demon was now a mix of joy, shock, and an overriding sense of calm.

When initially captured, she had thought him to be an ignorant soul.

Now, having observed all along their journey, her heart had become numb, trembling.

"Sir..."

She organized her words, cautious and wary of vexing the unparalleled Martial Artist.

In her heart, she harbored a profound curiosity.

What exactly did this man capture her for?

Qi Yuan shifted into a more comfortable position, still not looking at the Flower Demon, his leisurely voice emerging, "Tell me the story of Tong Youwei and the Flower Demon Manluo."

After the last soap opera, it was time for him to leave this treasured land.

Correction, with the Demon Clan annihilated, this place hardly qualified as a treasure anymore.

Upon hearing this, the Flower Demon’s expression turned puzzled, uncertain why this supreme warrior would ask such a question.

Still, she answered truthfully, though a trace of resentment appeared in her eyes.

"The story begins in a cliché manner: at Wangshan Temple, a violent storm rages, heavy rain pours.

A young scion from a noble family staying at the temple sees a flower battered by the storm and shelters it beneath the eaves.

The flower in his arms also memorizes his scent.

Years later, after a decade, the flower cultivates into human form, deliberately approaches the young noble, and at Wangshan Temple, they meet again. As time passes, affection grows, and during a torrential rain, they surrender to their desires..."

The following developments are melodramatically complicated.

That noble scion is the sole male heir of seven generations of the Tong Family, exceedingly cherished by his parents.

One could say he grew up without ever experiencing hardship, born with a silver spoon.

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