The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 815 - 360: What is the Purple Mansion? This is Qi Yuan’s Purple Mansion!

Chapter 815: Chapter 360: What is the Purple Mansion? This is Qi Yuan’s Purple Mansion!

"Long hair, short experience."

As Qi Yuan listened to the voices of these old men and women, he couldn’t help but blurt out.

Yes, they all had long hair, hair that reached their waists.

According to the ancient sayings of Blue Star, they were already eligible for marriage.

However, after speaking, Qi Yuan realized something and added, "Except for me and my wife."

As an Immortal Cultivator, Qi Yuan also had long, flowing hair, and it goes without saying for Goldfinch.

"Humph, nonsensical talk. How could Origin Divine Power be comprehended with the help of others?" The elder in the pure red mask couldn’t help but say.

The others also felt that Qi Yuan was causing trouble.

"Within the myriad worlds, nothing is impossible. Why do you speak in such absolutes?

If you haven’t seen it, how can you know it doesn’t exist?" Qi Yuan said casually.

The fish do not know the joy of the fish.

This phrase is simply universal in arguments.

"If even the Immortals in heaven can’t do it, then who can?" the elder in the pure red mask retorted.

"Do the Immortals dare claim to be invincible?" Qi Yuan said indifferently, "Above the Immortals, there are even stronger beings.

Moreover, it is well known to the world that at the ultimate level of Immortal Cultivation, one can even reach omniscience and omnipotence, so why couldn’t one help others comprehend the Origin?"

Qi Yuan never spoke nonsense; he valued reason and evidence.

Frankly speaking, if he failed at Immortal Cultivation and returned to Blue Star, he could even open a store specializing in writing papers for others.

"You...you..." The elder in the pure red mask was at a loss for words.

He felt that Qi Yuan was being arbitrary.

Meanwhile, the man shrouded in a purple robe spoke, "What this Daoist friend has said is not false. Generally, no one can help when a Divine Child Cultivator reaches the Purple Mansion Realm and comprehends the Origin.

But there are exceptions in this world. I have heard that in one realm, there was a Purple Mansion Daoist who gave sermons, and among the tens of thousands of Divine Children who attended, all who heard the sermon stepped into the Purple Mansion."

"What?"

"Tens of thousands of Divine Children listening to the sermon?"

"And it wasn’t an Immortal, not a deity!"

"Hehe, who knows if these are tales made up by the Daoist friend?" The elder in the pure red mask looked at the man in the purple robe with an unfriendly expression.

"What this old man has said is true." The voice of the man in the purple robe turned cold, and a profound, ocean-deep aura leaked out at this moment.

The Divine Child Cultivators present felt this aura and their expressions changed, revealing a look of fear.

"A Purple Mansion Great Cultivator!"

"The realm of the Purple Mansion!"

All the initial doubts and discussions disappeared at this moment.

The elder in the pure red mask now was full of deference, "What a Great Cultivator says must be true; it is my insight that is shallow."

Clearly, the suppression of Divine Child Cultivators by those of the Purple Mansion was too great.

For Cultivators, strength represented everything.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan immediately became reluctant, "Why did you argue when I said it, but you accept it when he says the same thing?"

The elder in the pure red mask looked at Qi Yuan and couldn’t help saying, "The senior is of the Purple Mansion, are you of the Purple Mansion?"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan’s expression turned to one of disappointment, "Alas, I am not of the Purple Mansion; I am just a small Divine Child."

Indeed, in the Canglan Realm, he was still a Divine Child.

The elder in the pure red mask paid no attention to Qi Yuan but stood up, giving his seat to the man in the purple robe, the Purple Mansion Great Cultivator.

Qi Yuan was still irritated, "Although I am a Divine Child, I am actually also a Sun God, does that count?"

The elder in the pure red mask snickered, "No, you must be of the Purple Mansion."

The Cultivators present did not take Qi Yuan’s words seriously.

After all, the presence of a single Purple Mansion was frightening enough.

A Sun God?

That was too preposterous.

It’s like the President of the United States showing up at a village gathering in the Rabbit Nation of Blue Star, claiming to be a villager.

Would the villagers believe it?

Although everyone jokes that a Trump is from Rabbit Nation, no one takes it seriously.

"Not even a Sun God counts, alas." Qi Yuan felt disappointed.

No one paid attention to Qi Yuan; all eyes were focused on the man in the purple robe of the Purple Mansion.

The Purple Mansion Great Cultivator continued, "The powerful being who imparted the teachings that I spoke of is a reincarnation of a mighty being.

The path of that realm was created by that mighty being, so that Purple Mansion Daoist could easily allow others to step into the Purple Mansion."

The others, upon hearing this, all came to a sudden realization.

Some were joyful or melancholic to hear such a secret.

"The Immortal Path is vast, anything is possible."

"The higher the cultivation level, all the more one realizes one’s insignificance."

These Divine Child Cultivators reflected.

At this moment, a look of joy appeared on Goldfinch’s pretty face, and she leaned close to Qi Yuan’s ear, whispering, "Is he talking about you, Blood Bead?"

"Probably." Qi Yuan replied hesitantly.

"They say that in the past, the Blood Master taught with a Blood Robe, extraordinarily handsome, and ten thousand mainland myths bowed their heads.

It’s a pity, this Miss didn’t witness your past glory.

How about you wear a red robe for this Miss to see next time?"

The girl exhaled fragrantly, batting her eyelids, her expression tender, with some ambiguity and light flirtation in her words.

Qi Yuan, looking through his mask, fixed his gaze on the girl’s fair face and couldn’t help but say, "Xiao Jia has seen it; you should ask her."

"Xiao Jia has seen it, but this Miss hasn’t!" The girl widened her eyes.

Qi Yuan took the girl’s delicate hand and spoke righteously, "Caught, you are Ningtuo!"

Goldfinch called Xiao Jia sister.

Ningtuo called Xiao Jia little sister.

Ningtuo’s face turned red instantly, "Blood Bead, I am not Ningtuo!"

The two whispered to each other, swiftly.

Meanwhile, the elder in the pure red mask stepped forward and earnestly said, "I beg the senior to impart the teachings, to illuminate the way forward for us!"

Their group of Divine Child Cultivators discussing Dao, how could they compare with a Purple Mansion?

The rest of the Cultivators also looked eagerly at the Purple Mansion Great Cultivator.

At this time, the gaze of the man in the purple robe unusually fell on Qi Yuan, "I wonder what this Daoist friend’s view on the Purple Mansion is?"