The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 908 - 399: The Purple Mansion is Complete, Qi Yuan’s New Abilities

Chapter 908: Chapter 399: The Purple Mansion is Complete, Qi Yuan’s New Abilities

A stroke shifted.

The breath of life and death wandered at the tip of the brush, alternating between black and gray, red and white with the movement.

The Strange Painter painted with her life’s devotion.

From Yu Nv, she had learned that the Blood Sword God was no ordinary individual.

The deeds she had done for the Blood Sword God were also partly known to Yu Nv.

Yu Nv asked her to do well and mentioned that the Blood Sword God was likely creating a magical treasure related to the Netherworld.

However, in the Strange Painter’s conversation with Qi Qi and those Netherworld Powers, one could clearly sense the ambition of the Blood Sword God.

It wasn’t just about crafting a treasure.

He was truly attempting to establish the mythical Netherworld.

When she first heard this, Yu Nv couldn’t help but chuckle in disbelief.

"The true Netherworld, even the Realm of Great Ultimate Reasoning dares not claim to achieve, it’s merely a legend," she said.

After all, a Sun God Heavenly Venerable of the Realm of Great Ultimate Reasoning, generally, only governs a single Great Ultimate Reasoning.

And to construct the Netherworld, one would likely need more than just one Great Ultimate Reasoning.

Life, death, Yin, Yang, reincarnation... and so on, the Great Ultimate Reasonings required are far too numerous.

Perhaps, even if all the Heavenly Venerables of the Nine Heavens were gathered, they wouldn’t be able to build the Netherworld.

The Strange Painter did not know so much, but she also understood that Qi Yuan was serious.

The Mountain and Sea World Brush she held trembled at this moment.

Suddenly, from the painting in front of her where she was applying the brush, amidst the eeriness, it seemed like a little girl’s sweet voice was coming through.

"Ghost Gate Pass, nine out of ten never return."

"Ghost Gate Pass, where Yin and Yang are reversed, life and death are in chaos, Granny’s arrival brings no chill."

The Strange Painter’s face changed slightly as she saw on the Ghost Gate Pass she was painting that there appeared faint, vague silhouettes.

The silhouettes were chanting nursery rhymes, their voices innocent and pure, yet also eerily terrifying.

The sensation of being unsettled and fear slowly crept up her spine; for some reason, the Painter felt as if the eyes of the ghostly apparitions that emerged in the painting were all staring at her.

Even though some were walking, some were looking at the sky, and some were sleeping, all their eyes seemed to be watching her.

At that moment, a voice as majestic as thunder, sacred and authoritative, rang out.

"Ghost Gate Pass, seal!"

The one who spoke, naturally, was Qi Yuan.

He was situated within the Door of All Differences, overlooking this expanse of heaven and earth.

With his voice, the Ghost Gate Pass drawn by the Strange Painter solidified at that moment.

The special beings, like little doll fairies, finally shifted their gaze away, sneakily looking up at the sky, at the majestic entity of indeterminable bounds.

The Painter’s expression tensed as she looked at the lifelike Ghost Gate Pass; no, that was the Ghost Gate Pass, and she was tremendously shaken within.

She simply did not understand how she could truly bring it to existence in this world.

With such an expression, she continued to paint.

The Mountain and Sea World Brush glided in her hand, birthing one scene after another.

Countless sinister auras and unseen things crazily surged into the Netherworld she was creating.

Qi Yuan, seated in the Netherworld, narrowed his eyes yet saw nothing.

"Do I have guests at my home?" he wondered.

The guests before him, however, remained unknowable.

The other Sun God Heavenly Venerables squinted, and Qi Qi seemed to sense something but could see nothing at all.

"Yiya... ah... ague!"

"Ha... la... aah..."

Qi Yuan listened intently; his ears, capable of hearing the sounds of the world, finally caught some chaotic noises.

The sounds were either high-pitched or like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves.

He also heard crackling sounds, like burning maple twigs with sparks flying.

He also heard amidst some sobbing, the sound of paper money burning.

Surprised, Qi Yuan exclaimed, "Has my home been visited by filth?"

Qi Qi stood beside Qi Yuan, her eyes sharp as divine knives, gazing towards the Netherworld.

"Who dares to cause trouble here!" she declared.

The solemn and mysterious authority of those following the decree of Heaven and Earth swept through at that moment.

The Netherworld within the Mountain and Sea Scrolls stirred and purified.

Even the filth seemed to realize the power of the Earth Spirit and the entity She represented.

"... ka... beg..."

The filth stopped their nonsensical speech, turning into a single voice, seemingly trying to communicate with Qi Yuan and Qi Qi.

However, maybe due to separation by time, or perhaps space, they were not heard.

Qi Yuan’s expression was calm, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "It seems I need to play the role of a language teacher."

As he spoke, his attire changed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses appeared on the bridge of his nose.

Behind him, a blackboard appeared, and chalk appeared in his hand.

"Little filthy things, come and read after me, a, o, e..."

The Mountain and Sea World Brush continued, and more and more filth gathered, as Qi Yuan played the part of a qualified language teacher.

However, halfway through teaching, he felt somewhat guilty.

He didn’t have a teacher’s qualification certificate—was this considered illegal teaching?

But then he thought since he had a certificate for mental illness, it probably wasn’t a big deal.

Continuous mountain ranges emerged, the rivers of the underworld flowed, and the eighteen levels of Hell, as well as the Heavenly Son’s Palace, rose one by one.

The Strange Painter’s body trembled, shaking uncontrollably; she had been painting for forty-four days, and the Netherworld was nearly complete.

At that moment, Qi Yuan put down the chalk and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose.

He spoke, his voice carrying the weight of a decree, majestic and sacred, demanding reverence.

"Little filthy things, have you learned? Can you now tell me what you’re doing visiting my home?"

Too bad Qi Yuan couldn’t see them, or else he would have charged them lodging fees.

Following Qi Yuan’s words, there was silence in the Netherworld, and he no longer heard the ghosts’ cries and strange sounds.

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