Golden Core is a Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 169: The Truth of the Great Catastrophe

Everyone looked up at the sky, gazing at those stern-faced Purple Mansion cultivators, their eyes filled with reverence.

At this moment, a hunched old man appeared, lamenting sorrowfully, "Senior Blood-Robed Sword God, this person is merely a branch member of the Liu family and has nothing to do with our main Liu family."

The Blood-Robed Sword God had not yet appeared, but this Purple Mansion cultivator had already begun to speak nonstop.

The cultivators in the city watched this scene with mixed emotions.

"This is the Purple Mansion we're talking about—a being whose mere finger movement can shake the entire Leixing Continent.

Yet, because a descendant of a branch of the Liu family offended the Blood-Robed Sword God, he traveled thousands of miles to come here and bind that descendant."

"This Liu Wen bullied men and women alike, and now that he's offended the Blood-Robed Sword God, this is truly karma!"

"Where is the Blood-Robed Sword God? Why hasn't he appeared yet?"

The crowd was puzzled, eager to see what the legendary Blood-Robed Sword God looked like.

"He's here!"

At that moment, a figure in a blood-red robe appeared in front of the dozen or so Purple Mansion cultivators playing music.

The man was handsome, with a tall and upright figure, holding the hand of a harmless-looking little girl.

However, anyone who saw this little girl would feel nothing but fear and awe, not deceived by her innocent appearance.

After all, she was a Yin God.

"This is the Blood-Robed Sword God. The aura of the Yin God Venerable is truly extraordinary.

Even if he hides his cultivation, I would still think he is an exceptional expert if I saw him on the street," a man sighed. Suddenly, he glanced at the man next to him with a puzzled look. "Brother Feng Tian, what's wrong? Why is your body trembling?"

At this moment, Feng Tian was staring at the man in the blood-red robe in the sky, his eyes full of disbelief.

He... is he the Blood-Robed Sword God?

Next to him, Sister Hua was also trembling violently, her face pale.

Not far away, Ye Chan covered her mouth, looking at the Rogue Immortal Lord, unable to speak, her eyes blinking rapidly.

The Rogue Immortal Lord saw this and felt very proud. Finally, he could say with satisfaction, "You’re not mistaken; he is the Blood-Robed Sword God, and the one you just gave candy to is his daughter, a Yin God.

You’re really brave; I admire you."

At this moment, in the sky, Qi Jianjun was reading aloud the list of Liu Wen's crimes.

Qi Yuan's face lit up with a brilliant smile. "The most noteworthy thing in your life is that you died by my hand."

With a light push of his hand, Liu Wen, who had been making arrogant statements on the Shenhua Forum, perished instantly.

Qi Yuan glanced at the Purple Mansion expert who had come all the way here and said softly, "I am always reasonable; I won't harm the innocent, nor will I exterminate families. You may leave."

Hearing this, the Purple Mansion cultivator sighed in relief. "Thank you, Senior Blood-Robed Sword God, for cleansing the atmosphere of the cultivation world. When I return, I will certainly discipline my descendants to do more and speak less."

"Mm."

Qi Yuan nodded, and his figure disappeared at that moment.

The sound of the suona also abruptly ceased, and the Purple Mansion cultivators in the sky vanished as well.

The cultivators in the city looked at the sky, feeling it had ended too soon.

"I didn't get enough of a look. Why did they leave so quickly?"

"Wouldn't it be great if they killed one more?"

"How about someone go provoke the Blood-Robed Sword God so we can watch some excitement?"

"If you want to, you go!"

At this moment, Qi Yuan reappeared in the inn with Qi Jianjun.

However, due to his innate divine ability, others who saw him wouldn’t remember or associate him with the Blood-Robed Sword God.

"The person is dead. Rogue Immortal Lord, let's go and have a chat." Qi Yuan called out to the Rogue Immortal Lord.

Ye Chan, who was beside the Rogue Immortal Lord, felt her heart pounding and didn't dare to speak.

In the distance, Feng Tian and Sister Hua were pale, their emotions in turmoil after seeing the interaction between the Rogue Immortal Lord and Qi Yuan.

"Let’s go," Qi Yuan called out to the Rogue Immortal Lord.

Ye Chan looked at the Rogue Immortal Lord, her voice trembling, "I can't move my legs; I won’t go."

She still couldn't accept it. She didn’t dare to meet the Blood-Robed Sword God or his daughter, fearing she might embarrass herself.

The Rogue Immortal Lord sighed, "Alright, take care. I’ll go chat with my friend and then deliver the medicine to your grandfather."

Upon hearing this, Ye Chan thought to herself, "Forget the medicine! Just give it to me directly!"

Of course, she didn’t say this out loud.

At this moment, the Rogue Immortal Lord and Qi Yuan sat back at their original spot in the inn.

They ordered a lot of dishes.

Qi Jianjun held a cup of wine, ready to take a sip.

But Qi Yuan's chopsticks struck her little hand. "Children shouldn't drink alcohol."

At this moment, the waiter saw this scene and smiled. "This is fruit wine; it won’t get anyone drunk. Even children can drink it; it's fine."

Qi Jianjun looked at Qi Yuan smugly.

Qi Yuan glared at the waiter. "If my daughter gets spoiled, it'll be your fault."

"Your daughter is so well-behaved and adorable; her future is bright. She will definitely become a Golden Core master," the waiter said, offering the usual blessings.

"Stop saying that!" Qi Yuan retorted.

The waiter was stunned for a moment. "A Nascent Soul Lord!"

"Use your imagination! I hope my daughter will be able to dominate the ages in 300 years," Qi Yuan said casually.

The waiter laughed, thinking this customer was particularly interesting.

As they ate, Qi Yuan looked at the Rogue Immortal Lord and slowly said, "Regarding what you mentioned some time ago about wanting to break your golden core and start over, I thought about it for a long time and discussed it with Da Zhi Zhenjun. We concluded that there's no need for you to break your core and start over."

Qi Yuan was always generous to his friends.

He had kept the Rogue Immortal Lord's comments in the group chat in mind.

Hearing this, the Rogue Immortal Lord was deeply moved.

At that time, he had casually mentioned in the group that his golden core wasn’t good enough and that he wanted to break it and start over.

He never expected that the Origin Heavenly Venerable would actually consider it for him.

"After Da Zhi Zhenjun enlightened me, I thought you could emulate his Two Core Method.

If you're dissatisfied with the golden core you’ve formed, why not form a few more?

Over the past few days, I’ve roughly created a method based on your situation, called the 'Nine Core Method.' This method allows you to form up to nine golden cores.

However, due to limited time, I haven’t fully developed it.

Once you’ve formed multiple golden cores, you’ll get used to it. Later, you can perfect it into the Ten Core Method, Twenty Core Method, whatever you like."

Qi Yuan handed a jade slip to the Rogue Immortal Lord.

Creating this method for the Rogue Immortal Lord had also given Qi Yuan many insights.

His stellar golden core currently relied on devouring solar true fire.

But as everyone knows, if you devour too much, strange things can happen, like an upset stomach.

So Qi Yuan thought his golden core could also take two paths.

One path is to form more stellar and planetary golden cores; the other is for the stellar golden core to keep devouring.

"Thank you, Origin Heavenly Venerable!" The Rogue Immortal Lord was deeply moved as he accepted the jade slip.

"No need to thank me. Back when I lacked techniques, didn’t you all share some with me?" Qi Yuan said casually.

Back then, when he lacked techniques, the Four Emperors had all supported him in one way or another.

At that moment, a stream of light suddenly fell in front of the inn.

Several figures appeared at once.

The leader was an old man, clearly a Purple Mansion cultivator.

The cultivators in the inn saw this and showed expressions of surprise.

"That’s… Feng Xiao the Great. Why has he come here?"

"And the one beside him is True Lord Green Poverty. His expression looks grim."

"What’s happening? Why have they come to the inn? Is there some important person here?"

At that moment, Feng Xiao's face was full of fear as he looked ahead. "Feng Xiao, along with my unworthy descendant Feng Tian, seeks an audience with Senior Blood-Robed Sword God."

In front of Feng Xiao, Feng Tian, who had previously been arrogant, was kneeling, covered in wounds, clearly having been beaten severely.

But compared to the pain of his injuries, Feng Tian was obviously more afraid of the legendary Blood-Robed Sword God.

Sister Hua was the same, kneeling with a look of desperation on her face.

When Feng Xiao said this, everyone in the inn was shocked.

"Blood-Robed Sword God?"

"Blood-Robed Sword God is in the inn?"

Everyone quickly turned their heads, scanning the inn, but they couldn’t spot the Blood-Robed Sword God anywhere.

The innkeeper and the waiter were also panicking.

At that moment, a lazy voice came from inside the inn.

"I’m eating. Don’t disturb my peace.

It’s just a minor issue; it’s over once they’ve been taught a lesson.

Do you think I, the Blood-Robed Sword God, am a petty person?"

Qi Yuan felt helpless.

It’s true that hiding his identity is better.

Otherwise, he couldn’t even eat in peace.

Sometimes, being too famous isn’t a good thing.

Outside the inn, hearing the Blood-Robed Sword God's voice, Feng Xiao breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you, Senior Blood-Robed Sword God, for your magnanimity."

True Lord Green Poverty also wiped the sweat from his forehead.

The Blood-Robed Sword God, a true god of slaughter.

Who could believe he wouldn’t harm others?

The Bright Palace was directly destroyed!

And the Heaven Palace of the Exhausted Venerable—those once-powerful figures were lined up and beheaded.

And that overwhelming aura of blood—no wonder they thought he was a demon.

Without slaughtering millions, how could one have such a bloody aura?

Feng Xiao came quickly and left just as quickly.

The guests in the inn exchanged glances, looking around at each other.

But they couldn’t figure out where the Blood-Robed Sword God was.

...

In the Yaochang Sect.

True Lord Danheng was refining pills. He checked the time. "That kid still hasn’t returned after delivering the medicine. I wonder where he’s fooling around."

True Lord Danheng was helpless.

This disciple was very much like him when he was young, lazy and boastful.

At that moment, a hearty laugh came from outside. "Brother Danheng, I never expected you to hide so deeply!"

True Lord Danheng was taken aback and saw Great Master Ye Chen approaching with Ye Chan.

"Greetings, Senior," True Lord Danheng said, bowing, though he was puzzled as to why Great Master Ye Chen had come.

"You've taken a good disciple," Great Master Ye Chen couldn’t help but say.

True Lord Danheng was startled.

It’s over. Has Gao Xiaoyu caused trouble again?

"Senior Ye Chen, what do you mean? Did my unworthy disciple fail to deliver the medicine?" True Lord Danheng was a little angry.

Does Gao Xiaoyu not understand what’s important?

"The medicine is not important." Great Master Ye Chen looked at True Lord Danheng, his eyes full of curiosity. "Brother Danheng, do you really not know who your disciple is with now?"

"Seems like a friend.

Alas, my disciple is loyal to his friends. One of them has come to this place, facing a formidable enemy.

Fearing he couldn’t win, he invited my disciple to help, delaying the delivery of the medicine. I hope you can forgive him, Senior." True Lord Danheng's mind was racing, immediately embellishing the story.

Great Master Ye Chen heard this and squinted his eyes with a smile. "It seems, Brother Danheng, that you really don’t know who your disciple has befriended."

"Who is it? Could he have offended Senior?"

"I wouldn’t dare to offend him."

"What?"

"He is... the Blood-Robed Sword God."

"What!" True Lord Danheng was stunned.

Great Master Ye Chen smiled brightly. "With this connection, the Yaochang Sect is bound to flourish for ten thousand years!"

...

Half a month passed, and the Blood-Robed Sword God had nearly traveled across the entire Eastern Lands.

The sound of the suona had also spread throughout the Eastern Lands.

Everyone who had cursed him on the Shenhua Forum had received their due punishment.

Now, when Qi Yuan posted on the forum, all the replies were full of praise.

The previous hostility, the arguments, and the unpleasant comments had all disappeared.

Qi Yuan looked at the comments, feeling content. "It seems we’ve achieved great success in purifying the atmosphere of the cultivation world."

In the distance, Jiang Ya was speechless.

You call this a success?

This is just people being too afraid to speak, too scared to offend you.

The True Lord of Great Wisdom sighed, "Indeed, the atmosphere of the cultivation world has been cleansed a lot.

But it’s a pity that beneath this flourishing peace, many evils and injustices are still hidden."

Qi Yuan's gaze rarely became deep. "The cleansing is not yet complete. We must continue to work hard."

At that moment, Jiang Ya said, "Senior, we are almost at the Ascending Sky Pavilion.

My master said that all the techniques in the Ascending Sky Pavilion would be open to you."

Back on Wangyue Continent, Jiang Ya had made a deal with Qi Yuan.

They had exchanged techniques.

Now, Qi Yuan was heading to the Ascending Sky Pavilion for more techniques.

He had already collected many techniques from other Yin Gods.

But to him, it still wasn’t enough.

After all, the golden core chapter was a bottomless pit.

And the Ascending Sky Pavilion collected techniques from all over, not just from the Eastern Lands, but from other regions of the Canglan Realm as well.

The Eastern Lands bordered the North and were far from other regions.

Especially the Central Heaven Domain, even for a Yin God, reaching it wasn’t easy.

It could be said that in the Eastern Lands, the Ascending Sky Pavilion had the most complete and extensive collection of cultivation techniques.

About the time it takes to burn a stick of incense passed.

The spiritual boat descended.

A tall pavilion straight into the clouds appeared in Qi Yuan's sight.

Seeing the pavilion, Jiang Ya smiled brightly, "We’re back."

She hadn’t expected that just by participating in a small Eastern Lands Genius List, so many things would happen.

It all felt like a dream.

"Greetings to Lord Blood-Robed Sword God." At that moment, a man in white robes appeared, elegant and scholarly, with a strong scholarly aura.

"Senior Brother." Jiang Ya greeted him.

This white-robed man was Jiang Ya's senior brother.

Da Zhi Zhenjun looked at the white-robed man. "Has that old man Wutian not come down?"

The white-robed man seemed unsurprised by Da Zhi Zhenjun’s tone.

"Master is sitting in the Ascending Sky Pavilion, and until the riddle is solved, he will not come down. Please forgive him, Senior." The senior brother of the Ascending Sky Pavilion was polite.

"No problem. Lead me into the Ascending Sky Pavilion," Qi Yuan said.

He wasn’t interested in meeting Old Man Wutian.

He was interested in the Ascending Sky Pavilion’s collection.

Was it really as rumored, containing techniques from all over?

Not just from the Eastern Lands, but from other regions as well.

"Please follow me, Senior," the white-robed man said.

Qi Yuan followed him inside, while the others stayed behind.

Soon, Qi Yuan arrived at the towering Ascending Sky Pavilion.

His left eyebrow twitched, and Qi Yuan smiled, "It seems something good is about to happen."

Entering the Ascending Sky Pavilion, the white-robed man excused himself and slowly disappeared.

In the vast Ascending Sky Pavilion, Qi Yuan was the only one left.

Looking at the myriad of technique jade slips on the first floor, Qi Yuan showed a satisfied expression.

"The Ascending Sky Pavilion’s reputation for collecting techniques from all over isn’t false." Just on the first floor, when he scanned with his divine sense, he found over ten thousand techniques.

There were basic, intermediate, advanced, jade-level, and mysterious-level techniques, all kinds.

On this first floor alone, he found five heavenly-level techniques.

To know, at the Exhausted Venerable and Sentimental Venerable’s places, he only got six heavenly-level techniques.

Here there were five, and it was only the first floor.

According to Jiang Ya, the Ascending Sky Pavilion had five floors.

This first floor was almost richer than a Yin God.

Yet Old Man Wutian was only a Purple Mansion expert.

"Greetings, Lord Wangyue."

At that moment, a hoarse voice came.

Qi Yuan looked over and saw an old man sitting in a wheelchair.

The old man’s body was like withered wood, but his eyes were bright and piercing.

Qi Yuan was surprised, "You’re in the Purple Mansion, yet you’re sitting in a wheelchair?"

[A somewhat unusual cultivator, the master of the Ascending Sky Pavilion, Old Man Wutian.]

"I’ve gotten used to sitting. I can’t leave it," the old man’s voice was hoarse.

"If you get married in the future and prepare for your wedding night, will you still sit in a wheelchair?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

"Senior, you have a wonderful sense of humor."

Facing Qi Yuan, he didn’t show the same fear that other Purple Mansion cultivators did.

They seemed to converse as equals.

Qi Yuan didn’t mind this either.

"If I cannot break free from the shackles of this body, how could I even talk about marriage?" Old Man Wutian said, looking at Qi Yuan, "I envy you, my friend. To become the Lord of the Moon Watching Realm in one leap, you have… at least ten thousand years of freedom."

"No riddles," Qi Yuan said, looking at Old Man Wutian.

Old Man Wutian stared at Qi Yuan, "Lord Wangyue, do you know what the Great Catastrophe is?"

Qi Yuan pondered and showed a surprised expression, "You know?"

In fact, he had asked many Yin Gods about the Great Catastrophe, but while they all mentioned it, none of them knew what it actually was.

Yet Old Man Wutian seemed to know.

"Look up, Lord, at the brightest star in the sky."

Qi Yuan looked up.

In the sky, the red sun was like a glowing tomato.

"The sun? The Great Catastrophe is the sun?" Qi Yuan's eyes narrowed.

According to the information he had gathered, the sun in the sky represented a Yang God.

That Yang God was also the most powerful Yang God in the surrounding realms.

That’s why its light was the brightest.

Of course, there were Yang Gods who illuminated all the heavens, much stronger than this one.

But those were far, far away from the Canglan Realm.

"Yes, and no." Old Man Wutian spoke, "The Great Catastrophe and that sun have an indescribable connection.

So, even if there are some strong ones in the Canglan Realm, they can only endure the humiliation and let themselves be taken advantage of in the face of the Great Catastrophe."

Hearing this, Qi Yuan began to understand.

If what Old Man Wutian said was true, then the Great Catastrophe was indeed difficult to deal with.

"Three hundred thousand years ago, a supreme expert emerged in the Canglan Realm.

He created his own cultivation technique and ascended to become a great sovereign.

Facing the Great Catastrophe, he struck with fierce power, nearly suppressing it.

But… at that moment, the stars of the heavens shone, and countless celestial beings descended.

That supreme expert also fell as a result."

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