The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 891 - 392

Chapter 891: 392

Qi Yuan looked at Yu Nv with admiration, and then something occurred to him. He couldn’t help but ask, "Do you have any melons?"

"Huh?" Yu Nv was baffled and didn’t understand what Qi Yuan meant.

"Isn’t it said that Yu Nv has no melons? I just asked casually." Qi Yuan murmured.

Goldfinch, standing to the side, covered her mouth and laughed, "She’s Yu Nv, not Rain Girl!"

Clearly, she had heard this joke from Qi Yuan before.

"Oh, I remembered it wrong," said Qi Yuan.

This inexplicable dialogue confused Yu Nv greatly.

Just then, True Monarch Dazhi spoke up from the side.

"Her clothes are bulging out. I guess she’s hiding two melons in there."

Yu Nv: "..."

She really wanted to slap this Divine Child to death!

Are these even human words?

Did she need to hide two melons to make herself look bigger?

However, just at that moment, excitement suddenly surged in Goldfinch’s eyes.

She lightly hopped closer to Qi Yuan’s ear and whispered, "The Flowing Wind Realm has been found!"

Upon hearing this, Qi Yuan’s eyes brightened sharply, "Good!"

At that moment, Yu Nv looked at Qi Yuan and said softly, "If the senior is to confront the great calamity, be careful... of the marks on the bodies of close friends.

With just one thought from that Heavenly Venerable, all beings in the Canglan Realm will perish."

Qi Yuan nodded upon hearing this, "I am well aware of this. I will never let them die in the great calamity!"

This time, he had become wiser.

With the help of True Monarch Dazhi, he even made breakthrough progress.

In the perfect plan of "Qi Yuan Eliminating the Great Calamity," he added a contingency plan.

This kind of progress was a leap forward, rarely seen, once in a myriad of years.

In the contingency plan, if the Gate of Ultimate Reasoning was not secured and the great calamity used marks to destroy the beings of Canglan,

then, sorry, but Qi Yuan would take action beforehand, destroy Canglan, and wait for all beings to revive in the Netherworld.

"Enough talk, I have urgent matters, goodbye," he said.

Now that the Flowing Wind Realm had been found, he would revisit the old place, searching for the Door of All Differences.

Only... Qi Yuan felt some unease in his heart.

As time passed, under the change from sea to mulberry fields, he wondered if those old friends were still around.

...

The Flowing Wind Realm.

Inside a tavern.

The storyteller was animated, spitting as he spoke.

"They say that one day, the Blood Master of the Blood Robe Alliance led a hundred thousand supremes into the Ten Thousand Demons Gate.

With the Demon Sword drawn, all the demons immediately knelt to beg for mercy, and corpses lined the roads for miles.

The troublemaking Demoness could only kneel and plead for mercy.

They say the Blood Master has an extraordinary air, and his sword-carrying disciple, Ling Yayi, is even more distinguished..." The elderly man began, his eyes seemingly filled with nostalgia for the past.

Alas, in the tavern below, few were interested in this storytelling.

"Old Man Nangong, what era are we in that you’re still telling these stories?"

"Who wants to hear about the Blood Master? The Blood Robe Alliance is already history!"

"Right, we want to hear about the strife among Buddha Masters!"

"We want to hear about the great war in the Buddha Nation!"

The patrons below all spoke up.

The events of the Blood Robe Alliance were already things of ten thousand years ago.

The Blood Robe Alliance, like a fleeting blossom, didn’t even last a century without the Blood Master.

The old stories of the Ten Thousand Demons Gate and the Blood Master saving the world were not shared publicly.

For the present-day cultivators, the events of the past were at most treated as casual legends.

The world of Immortal Cultivation is too vast, time too cheap.

Tens of thousands of years, always bring about many fascinating stories.

There are no myths, no characters, that can remain immortal forever.

The storyteller shook his head somewhat wistfully, just as he was about to say something, a domineering voice suddenly interrupted.

"What Blood Master, he was just a bit luckier, that’s all.

Tens of thousands of years ago, he led a grand army into the Ten Thousand Demons Gate.

I happened to be there!

Unfortunately, at that time I was merely at the level of the Supreme, and quite alone and weak.

When this Blood Master entered my territory, I naturally was not willing to be humiliated, so I simply urinated to show the Blood Master—this is... my turf!

Even though they were many and powerful, I was unafraid!"

Inside the tavern, an old man and a young one entered.

The old man was the one with the domineering voice, exuding a strong aura of the Demon Clan.

He was a survivor from the Ten Thousand Demons Gate of ten thousand years ago.

Back then, he was too far from the battlefield.

Upon seeing the heavens filled with Supremes, he got scared, pissed himself, and ran back to the Ten Thousand Demons Realm.

In the end, he broke through to the Yin God Realm and ascended to the Higher Realm.

However, he is a Dog Demon.

Now that he has broken through to the Yin God Realm and recalls the past, he certainly needs to reflect on the history over the years.

It wasn’t that he got scared!

Clearly, it was brave of him to urinate in the face of the bullying Blood Master to tell him, this is his territory.

Hearing this voice, the patrons inside the tavern all looked over.

However, their gazes fell on the young figure beside the old man.

They saw the young man dressed in monk’s robes, his head smooth and shiny like jade, without a single hair.

"A Buddha Master!"

"It’s Buddha Master Wuguang!"

All the cultivator patrons showed a sudden reverence, their eyes reflecting awe and respect.

Who in today’s Flowing Wind Realm should not be provoked?

That would be the Monks!

And among the Monks, the most precious are the Buddha Masters.

These Buddha Masters all come from the Higher Realm.

Every Immortal who comes from the Higher Realm possesses the power to destroy heavens and earth.

At this moment, Buddha Master Wuguang looked up, his gaze falling on the storyteller.

His eyes were profound, a strange light flickering within: "Ling Yayi, formerly known as one of the thirteen demons of North Witchery, a disciple of the Blood Master, I’m quite intrigued by you, come with me."

His tone left no doubts, carrying a hint of tyranny.

The storyteller’s expression changed slightly and a flicker of reminiscence passed through his defeated eyes.

"Sigh."

The patrons present all showed a drastic change of expression upon hearing this.

A disciple of the Blood Master?

The legendary figure... truly exists!

"What do you want with this old man?" Ling Yayi dusted off his clothes, his demeanor calm and carrying the pride of a disciple of the Blood Master.

Back then, when the Blood Master preached, he too was a listener among the front ranks.

Speaking of Ling Yayi, people in the Blood Robe Alliance might be unfamiliar.

But speaking of Nangong Big Dog, that is a name that resounds.

"Young monk is quite interested in the Blood Master." Buddha Master Wuguang’s gaze was deep.

If possible, he would like to capture the Blood Master; he was very interested in researching... the Power of Reincarnation.

In the Buddha Nation, the Power of Reincarnation is a legendary Supreme Ultimate Reasoning, even the Great Sunlight Buddha has not been able to comprehend it.

But... as he perused the ancient texts of the Flowing Wind Realm, he suddenly found that... the thirteen demons of North Witchery seemed to have experienced reincarnation.

Storyteller Ling Yayi waved his large sleeve, unfazed as if a dead pig not scared of boiling water: "I have not seen my master in tens of thousands of years, even if you kill me, the master will not appear, your wishful thinking is likely to be in vain."

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