The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 793 - 351: Divine Sense of Heaven’s Ear? You are a Yin God!_2

Chapter 793: Chapter 351: Divine Sense of Heaven’s Ear? You are a Yin God!_2

This wasn’t just cotton, nor merely blood. Looking at it from a holistic perspective, it was clear that Qi Yuan’s punch had not only hit Jiang Qingjiao and Freecare Loose Cultivator, but had also knocked their souls out of them.

"How utterly adorable."

Qi Yuan withdrew his hand, and two more bodies appeared on the ground.

The man with heterochromia trembled violently, his body quaking.

"Do you have a younger brother with a supreme bone?" Qi Yuan asked.

"I don’t... have one." The man with heterochromia replied with some confusion, yet he answered truthfully.

"You don’t?" Qi Yuan sighed with relief, "Then how come you’re not adorable to death?"

With a wave of his hand, the man with heterochromia fell at that moment.

A pair of eyeballs appeared in Qi Yuan’s hand.

He looked wistful and remembered an adage, reciting involuntarily, "With heterochromia one’s path is unbeaten; why then borrow someone else’s bone?"

...

Fighting God Mansion stood amidst the mountains and rivers of Fenghai City.

The name of this mountain had been changed to Fighting God Mountain.

The mansion, rising up forty stories, stood out prominently against the surrounding mountains and trees.

It was particularly conspicuous.

Fighting God Mansion used to be the most bustling building in the heart of Fenghai City.

The elder ancestor of the Fighting God Sect took a liking to this building and, with his formidable power, plucked the building from its original location and transplanted it to Fighting God Mountain, turning it into the Fighting God Sect’s stronghold in Vault Star.

This grand feat was even broadcast live and watched by countless netizens, who couldn’t help but shout "awesome."

As a result, the Fighting God Sect’s fame in the Qin Yuan Nation was much more significant than that of other sects.

After all, no other sects had made such a public spectacle.

This grand action also meant that there was an endless stream of people coming to the Fighting God Sect each day, hoping to be accepted as disciples.

On Fighting God Mountain, one could see an unceasing flow of disciples coming to seek teachings.

At this moment, Shen Yang stood within Fighting God Mansion, looking like an underling, wearing a washed-out shirt. Whenever he saw someone approaching, he unconsciously bowed deeply.

This was a habit cultivated from many years of societal conditioning.

"Your talents are exceedingly ordinary, at best considered low-grade." The newcomer was a young man with an arrogant demeanor befitting a cultivator, "You didn’t pass the entrance test."

"Thank you for letting me know," Shen Yang replied with a bitter expression, disappointment flashing in his eyes.

This time, he had spent several hundred to come to Fenghai City. He had been queueing on Fighting God Mountain since twelve o’clock the previous night, only to end up with this result... It made him quite upset.

It seemed he was truly worthless.

Unable to earn money, even lacking talent for immortal cultivation, his life held no hope at all.

"However..." At this point, the young man’s tone changed, "A senior brother has taken a liking to your effort and is willing to give you a chance to follow him as a Sword Slave."

"Sword Slave?" Shen Yang clenched his teeth, his expression changing.

The term ’Sword Slave’ carried the connotation of servitude.

In the sect, their status was comparable to that of a Servant Disciple; being killed by their master would raise no one’s concern.

"Such opportunity won’t come again. With talents merely at the low-grade, you wouldn’t even qualify as a Servant Disciple in other sects." The young man continued, "It’s only because that senior brother finds you fortunate that he’s giving you a chance."

In reality, most of what the young man said was false.

Shen Yang’s talent actually met the entrance criteria of the Fighting God Sect.

But having caught the eye of that senior brother, who then approached an Executor, led to the scene that followed.

The young man intentionally lied about Shen Yang’s talent.

His purpose was to force Shen Yang into becoming the junior disciple of that senior brother.

Seeing this, Shen Yang thought of his elderly parents and his consistently hopeless life: "I..."

But before he could finish his sentence, the arrogant young man suddenly said, "Don’t rush to agree. It isn’t so simple to become a senior brother’s Sword Slave.

Your talent is indeed lacking.

Um... you only need to donate one million Qin Yuan Currency to become the great senior brother’s Sword Slave.

Don’t think one million Qin Yuan Currency is a lot; once you become a cultivator, you’ll earn it back within a year.

You seem not to have much money, but you surely own a house in the city, right? Sell the house, invest in immortal cultivation; it’s a surefire win with no losses."

The young man seemed certain of Shen Yang’s decision as he openly discussed money.

After all, he had tried this trick several times before, and it never failed.

Rich people don’t care about one million; the middle class would grit their teeth and pay; and the poor would sell everything they have to give their progeny a chance for advancement.

However, to his surprise, Shen Yang’s expression turned resolute upon hearing this: "Sorry, I don’t have money. Let’s forget about this; it seems I’m not destined for the Immortal Path."

Anything but his money was negotiable.

Not to mention whether he had a million, the remaining money had to be saved for his parents’ retirement.

The Immortal Path was fraught with danger; if he took the million for his own pleasure only to die, what would happen to his parents without any retirement savings?

So, he decisively refused.

Upon hearing this, the young man’s face froze, not expecting such an outcome: "Shen Yang, you’d better think it through; there won’t be another chance like this.

You will be completely disconnected from the Immortal Path."

"I have thought it through."

No money to give!

Shen Yang’s response was direct.

The young man’s gaze flickered, and a murderous intent flashed through his eyes.

Since it had come to this, there was no way he would let Shen Yang leave the Fighting God Sect alive.

After all, should Shen Yang have his aptitude tested in another sect and expose the situation here, it would be unfortunate.

"It seems you and my Fighting God Sect are not destined," the young man sighed, casually placing his hand on Shen Yang’s shoulder.

A special fragrance from his hand transferred onto Shen Yang’s body.