The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 920 - 404: Senior, What is Your Son-in-law’s Name? _2

Chapter 920: Chapter 404: Senior, What is Your Son-in-law’s Name? _2

He also saw mountains, waters, insects, leaving marks that would last a lifetime.

In this way, even if the creatures of the Canglan Realm were to die from the shockwaves of the great war, they would also resurrect.

Of course, this type of resurrection could not sever the kind of mark left by the Taihuang Palace.

Even after resurrection, the mark would remain.

Moreover, if they died because of the mark, the Netherworld couldn’t resurrect them either.

So now, the Canglan Realm could only take refuge within his Purple Mansion, isolated from the outside world.

"So tired."

At this moment, Qi Yuan felt an endless weariness.

The four thousand Divine Children had fought with all their might.

All the mental exertions were gathered in him alone.

All beings are me; the Primordial Chaos Spirits turned into Divine Children, and in a way, these Divine Children were also him.

Thus, the weariness from this battle was a collective from all Divine Children.

The wounds from this battle were also a collective from all Divine Children.

Now, he was unprecedentedly tired, even more so than when he fought the old man in the Netherworld.

"Time to go back... and have a little rest."

Qi Yuan glanced around.

The fragments of the great chaos had transformed into a Mystic Land.

If it were the old him, he would have definitely rushed to take a look, to see what was inside.

Now, he was just too tired, too sleepy; he needed to sleep for a while.

The blood-red glow disappeared at this moment, and the sky of the Canglan Realm... the redness also vanished.

The celestial suns and moons that lit the heavens, like fireflies across the starry sky on his blood armor, also disappeared at this moment.

In the firmament of the Canglan Realm, only ten suns could be seen.

Jiang Lingsu, who was in the pavilion, seemed to sense something, and she lifted her dress, dashing towards that blood-red silhouette.

The strong scent of blood, almost unmasked, filled the eyes of the blood-red silhouette, mixed with weariness and chaos.

"Big Senior Brother!" Jiang Lingsu looked at him, all covered in blood, her eyes deep with surprise and heartache.

"I’m so sleepy, just need to rest for a while," whispered Qi Yuan, his voice so soft, as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

He was exhausted to the extreme, his tense spirit slackening a bit at this moment.

"Sleep then," said Jiang Lingsu as she watched her Big Senior Brother, her hand instinctively grasping Qi Yuan’s palm.

She also adjusted her position, sitting on the threshold, leaning against the doorframe.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, his body naturally assuming a sleeping posture, rested on Jiang Lingsu’s thighs.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

Jiang Lingsu, holding Qi Yuan, subtly shifted her body to make him more comfortable, to lean on something softer.

She lowered her head to look at Qi Yuan’s handsome face and the blood stains covering it, observed seriously, without any words.

Qi Yuan, with eyes closed, kept sleeping, only the light sound of his breathing heard.

Sunlight slanted from below the eaves, falling on Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu, casting beautiful light and shadow.

The world around became tranquil, silent and still.

After an unknowable length of time, suddenly, a sound as startling as thunder came.

"Where’s that brat Qi Yuan hiding? The old man is here!"

At last, Jiang Ruhua arrived at the Fengtian Domain, flying above the pavilion.

He looked down and saw the young man and woman seated at the doorway.

The young man was in a Blood Robe, covered in bloodstains, lying in the embrace of the young woman, sound asleep.

He was anxious, ready to say something when he heard Jiang Lingsu’s soft, ethereal voice tinged with reproach.

"Keep it down, Big Senior Brother is asleep, Dad."

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ruhua’s rising anger dissolved into nothingness.

"Ah..."

He sighed and his figure disappeared.

When his daughter spoke to him in such a tone, with "Dad" at the very end, how could he be the villain?

When that little fellow wakes up, he’d certainly have to give him a beating!

Thinking he can do whatever he wishes just because he shares a name with the Blood Sword God or just because he’s injured!

Jiang Ruhua left muttering curses, sitting quietly in the hall below, in the tavern.

"I have to say, this kid and the Blood Sword God have quite a deep connection; both named Qi Yuan, both wearing a blood-stained robe," muttered Jiang Ruhua, sipping his drink.

Naturally, he didn’t believe Qi Yuan was the Blood Sword God who stood against the great calamity, and he’d never associated the two.

Firstly, the Blood Sword God was too distant from him; secondly, such an existence wouldn’t have listened to him boast on a flying boat back then.

After all, in Jiang Ruhua’s imagination, such beings, dedicated to arduous cultivation for tens of thousands of years, would be dwelling in fairy realms, drinking fairy dew.

Emotions and desires? They must have severed them long ago.

How could his daughter be worthy of the attention of the Blood Sword God?

"Ah, a daughter is hard to keep at home," Jiang Ruhua lamented, drinking his spirits alone.

But as he drank, he began to sense that something was amiss.

For some reason, this tavern was gradually seeing an influx of cultivators.

Why were they cultivators?

Because upon their entrance, they were undetectable, not making a single sound.

After these cultivators arrived, they didn’t engage in any conversation but simply took out their own alcohol to sip on quietly.

Even he, a Divine Child True Monarch, failed to notice these cultivators’ appearances.

Jiang Ruhua couldn’t help but sigh, "The Fengtian Domain truly is a major domain; mighty figures can be encountered at random."

He continued drinking, no longer daring to make the clicking sounds he used to.

Because the cultivators in the tavern were all drinking in silence, without any noise.

This made Jiang Ruhua feel somewhat embarrassed and ashamed.

He decided that once he returned home, he would definitely write a "Jiang Ruhua’s Travelogue of the Fengtian Domain," documenting the high quality of the Fengtian Domain’s cultivators.

Indeed, there was no shopkeeper in the tavern, yet numerous high-level cultivators came to drink without making a sound.

The quality was really high.

At this moment, two male and one female cultivator approached Jiang Ruhua.

The leader transmitted his voice, "Fellow friend, may we sit beside you?"

As he said this, he glanced at other spots.

Jiang Ruhua also took a look and was suddenly startled.

How had the place filled up without him noticing?

The Fengtian Domain’s business was too good; should he consider expanding the Jiang Family’s ventures here?

"Certainly," Jiang Ruhua transmitted back promptly.

The cultivators here were too well-mannered; he did not dare to speak loudly, so he had to communicate through voice transmission.

Upon receiving the reply, Wang Lingtong and Wang Lingshan sat down with him.

At that moment, there was a hint of anxiousness in their expressions.

"The cultivators from major places like yours really have quality," Jiang Ruhua transmitted wistfully.

Upon hearing this, Wang Lingtong, with a worried look in his eyes, responded, "You are still more carefree and at ease than us."

"Ease my ass!" Jiang Ruhua got angry upon hearing this, "Do you know, my daughter was lured away by some brat!

Today, she even lost her temper at me because of that kid, truly infuriating me!"

Wang Lingtong was a bit stumped upon hearing this.

Weren’t all the cultivators here to pay respects to the Blood Sword God?

And yet this one was muttering non-stop about personal matters.

"A daughter married off is like water poured out," he offered a casual consolation.

"Hmph, I came all the way from the Eastern Land. When that kid wakes up, he’s going to have a thing or two from me—this isn’t over unless I punch him in the nose!" Jiang Ruhua complained bitterly.

Amidst the great battle in the sky, every cultivator felt endangered. He worried about his daughter and yearned for his home.

Nevertheless, he had still made his way to the Fengtian Domain.

Wang Lingtong felt somewhat speechless.

He really wanted to say, friend, now that you’re here to pay respects to the Blood Sword God, let’s forget about those private matters.

"Beating, deserves a beating!" Wang Lingtong still felt comfort was in order.

"Alas, it’s unfortunate that the brat is somewhat strong, a whole realm above me. If he were to strike back at me, it would be quite embarrassing," Jiang Ruhua shifted from grievances to bragging.

It was as if he was saying, see? My son-in-law is quite formidable.

"Realm counts for nothing, in this world, there’s no justification for a son-in-law to raise his hand against his father-in-law.

If he dares to touch you, I too shall stand up for you!" Wang Lingtong said casually.

"You’re right, people from big places do speak reasonably.

If it were near our family’s territory, with so many Great Cultivators gathered together, they would’ve likely already started arguing and fighting," Jiang Ruhua said, observing the group of well-mannered Great Cultivators.

Wang Lingtong felt a bit speechless again.

Friend, you’re pretending to understand when you don’t, right?

The Venerable one above us, which of these elders would dare to speak loudly?

Didn’t you see the two Venerables next to us? They were fierce enemies for a hundred thousand years, yet upon arriving here, they had to set aside their past grudges.

Wang Lingtong refrained from speaking further, instead waiting patiently.

After an indeterminate amount of time, Jiang Ruhua’s eyes suddenly lit up.

"Friend, my son-in-law has come down. I will now go and give him a good lesson. If he hits me, you must back me up!" Jiang Ruhua, slightly tipsy from the alcohol, said.

A punch in the nose, naturally, was just talk.

He wouldn’t really lose face in public.

But still, a scolding was inevitable.

Wang Lingtong was stunned, a bit confused.

What does he mean...

Your son-in-law is upstairs?

"Elder... what is your son-in-law’s name?" a storm of shock surged in Wang Lingtong’s heart.