The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 878 - 386: You are a disciple of the Blood Sword God, then who am I?_2

Chapter 878: Chapter 386: You are a disciple of the Blood Sword God, then who am I?_2

While everyone worried for Wang Yunteng, he let out a rare, light chuckle, his laughter tinged with sarcasm, "Nowadays, even deception and trickery dare to come before my Wang Family."

"Do you know, the Blood Sword God from the Blood Robe Alliance has already agreed, and will soon take me as his apprentice!"

Wang Yunteng declared arrogantly.

The important announcement the Wang Family planned to reveal at the Divine Child feast was Wang Yunteng becoming a disciple of the Blood Sword God.

"What, True Monarch Wang was noticed by senior Blood Sword God and taken as a disciple?"

"Congratulations, that’s truly something to be envious of... Kun’er is turning purple with envy!"

"The Wang Family has produced a real dragon!"

"Wang Yunteng’s talent is extraordinary; if he were to participate in the Eastern Land’s Heaven Pride List, he would definitely be ranked. It’s only natural for the Blood Sword God to take him as a disciple!"

"I can’t believe that senior Blood Sword God is actually taking disciples!"

The crowd was exceedingly shocked and immensely envious.

"So, this Qi Yuan dared to trouble the Wang Family, isn’t that like courting disaster upon oneself?"

"This red-robed cultivator is in for it!"

The onlookers looked at Qi Yuan with faces full of pity.

Even if he really were from the Blood Robe Alliance, now that he had offended a disciple of the Blood Sword God, he was done for.

At this moment, Qi Yuan was very confused.

The turn of events was a bit beyond his expectations.

"Hey, this is going too far; I am clearly the Dragon King War God!"

"Why are you all shocked by him?"

"Also, why are you stealing my scene with the crooked mouth?"

Qi Yuan, at a loss for words, was in a rare good mood, having decided to play the role of the Dragon King War God with his junior sister, but it had failed.

He looked at Wang Yunteng and said indifferently, "You say you are the disciple of the Blood Sword God, do you have any proof?

If you are his disciple, then I... I am the Blood Sword God’s father!"

Qi Yuan prepared to reveal that he was the Blood Sword God.

But if the other person was not the disciple of the Blood Sword God, and he was the Blood Sword God, his words wouldn’t correspond, and might seem nonsensical.

"How dare you disrespect the Blood Sword God, you’re finished. In this Eastern Land, no one can protect you!" Wang Yunteng said, his eyes full of murderous intent.

It seemed that he truly considered the Blood Sword God as his master.

"Call out your master, the Blood Sword God, for me to see!" Qi Yuan demanded, hands on his hips.

He wanted to see if there was another with the same name as him.

Wasn’t that infringing on his copyright?

He would need to demand some compensation.

"The Blood Sword God is not here, but I am."

Just then, an aged voice emerged.

There appeared an old man shuffling forward, a wine gourd hanging at his waist and a strong smell of alcohol around him.

His nose was red, a clear sign of a drinker’s nose.

He appeared abruptly, as if he had evaded the perception of everyone present.

The cultivators in attendance, upon seeing the old man appear, all revealed wary expressions.

For it seemed as if he had materialized out of thin air.

"I have seen the Wine Master!" Wang Yunteng immediately bowed respectfully and then said, "The Wine Master is a legendary Immortal, even my master, the Blood Sword God, would address him as a senior upon meeting him!"

Wang Yunteng introduced the Wine Master to everyone present.

The Wine Master held a wine pot, pouring wine into his mouth.

The cultivators present smelled the fragrance of the wine and all showed shocked expressions.

For within that wine, it seemed as if infinite Divine Spirit Power was fermenting.

As if the wine had been brewed from the Yin God’s own Divine Spirit Power.

This Wine Master could drink such wine, he must surely be a Yin God!

They looked at the Wine Master, further convinced.

After finishing a mouthful of wine, the Wine Master let out a belch: "Wang Yunteng is a good kid, very talented, I quite like him.

Unfortunately, this old man finds it troublesome to take on disciples, so I passed him on to that Blood Robe guy."

Qi Yuan watched the Wine Master with a calm expression.

In his eyes, nothing about the Wine Master could escape detection.

The Wine Master before him was indeed a Yin God Expert, and moreover, he was a Venerable, no ordinary Venerable.

"Have you met the Blood Sword God? Would he agree to take Wang Yunteng as his disciple if you cast him off to him?" Qi Yuan questioned.

"Once I woke up slightly hungover, lying on the wagon, and that kid Blood Robe was quite considerate, guarding the night for this old man." The Wine Master spoke nonchalantly, "Passing Wang Yunteng off to him is his fortune, he couldn’t wish for anything more than to earn this old man’s favor!"

As he spoke, the Wine Master’s eyes carried a smug smile.

Qi Yuan’s gaze remained calm.

In the first part of his statement, his nose grew slightly, indicating... what the Wine Master said was false; Blood Robe did not keep watch for him.

In the latter part, the nose did not change, indicating that what the Wine Master said was true, at least he believed it was true.

"You are truly confident, I am ninety-nine percent sure the Blood Sword God will not take him as a disciple." Qi Yuan spoke indifferently.

"In this matter, even if you were indeed the Blood Sword God’s father, the Blood Sword God would still listen to me." The Wine Master brimmed with confidence, "The stronger the Venerables in this world, the more they seek me out, for only I can offer them a path to life!"

The Wine Master spoke arrogantly, full of pride.

Qi Yuan’s expression remained calm: "I have heard that the Blood Sword God is the most powerful in the world, does he still need you to provide him a path to life?"

"Little child, you don’t understand." The Wine Master replied, "If I take off my shoes, the Blood Sword God would even have to put them on for me.

Aren’t you a member of the Blood Robe Alliance? Call him over, I’ll have him demonstrate putting shoes on for me on the spot!"

The Wine Master was full of confidence, as if an unmatched high personage.

The expressions on the faces of the cultivators present all changed dramatically, some were struck dumb as if chilled to the bone.

For the Wine Master’s claims were too extravagant.

Only, if truly heard by the Blood Sword God, perhaps...

"Heh heh, I dare to speak like this because I am confident.

The Blood Sword God is indeed very powerful, but he has not left his name on the Mythical Stele, heh heh... That’s all he is." The Wine Master continued to speak.