The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 273 - 141: The Vest Moves Out_3

Chapter 273: Chapter 141: The Vest Moves Out_3

After Jiang Lingsu finished speaking, she turned and retreated to her own cabin without looking back.

Qi Yuan held the jade slips she had given him, moved deeply by her actions.

He returned to his own room and logged onto his alternate account.

Reflecting on his fellow disciple’s questioning today, he let out a long sigh of relief.

"My alter ego as the Bloodrobed Sword God does match my cold and merciless personality too much. She suspected me right away.

It’s better to play the Crazy Daoist, someone completely unrelated to me. There’s no way she would make the connection," he thought.

He glanced up at the two suns in the sky.

"Now, it’s time for the Crazy Daoist and the Seven Desires Demon Lord to take the stage!"

There were still numerous strongholds of the Palace of Light scattered across the Hundred Nations.

He had to eliminate them all.

"After all, they were my once-beloved. I’ll send them to join their ancestors," he pledged.

...

Outside Yunzhi Mountain, True Lords Wind Fury and Powerful Torment arrived together.

Upon seeing the grand formation in the mountain, Wind Fury True Lord’s eyes brimmed with rage: "That Six-Stringed True Lord sure knows how to take his sweet time. Instead of pressing our enemy, he has come here for secluded cultivation?

"Or is he just frolicking around with some female cultivators from the major trade houses?" he accused.

Discontent stirred within him.

His disciple, Polang, was suspected to have been killed by the Divine Light Sect.

However, instead of seeking vengeance, Six-Stringed True Lord chose to retreat and cultivate.

Naturally, Wind Fury True Lord was not satisfied.

"Perhaps the Six-Stringed True Lord is at a critical juncture in his training," offered Powerful Torment True Lord, attempting to mediate.

Suppressing his rage, Wind Fury True Lord roared at the grand formation in front of him: "Six-Stringed True Lord, come out and face me at once!"

With his Nascent Soul in its advanced stage and his father as a powerful figure in the Purple Mansion, he was more than entitled to be conceited and domineering.

However, after his roar, the atmosphere remained deadly silent. There was no response at all.

Confusion flickered in both their eyes.

Could something have gone wrong?

Just then, a burst of raucous laughter echoed from the sky.

"The world thinks I am deranged, how they fail to understand!"

In an instant, a middle-aged man with a crazed look, clad in a tattered Daoist robe, appeared before Wind Fury True Lord and Powerful Torment True Lord.

"Who are you?" Wind Fury True Lord asked with a wariness.

The man was holding a kitchen knife, and upon seeing Wind Fury True Lord, he declared: "I am... the Crazy Daoist."

"Crazy Daoist?" Wind Fury True Lord was taken aback, a feeling of impending doom washed over him.

The Flower God Gathering, Crazy Daoist?

"Why did you suddenly appear here?" Powerful Torment True Lord asked in confusion.

Meanwhile, the Crazy Daoist was brandishing his kitchen knife with a taunting smile: "Why I appear here should be the question I ask you.

"You don’t stay at your posts, running around like headless chickens, wasting my time."

As he spoke, he rushed towards Wind Fury True Lord and Powerful Torment True Lord, knife in hand, just like a deranged madman.

The two highly cultivated Nascent Soul masters wanted to flee without a fight.

This situation smelled fishy.

They wanted to retreat and devise a new plan.

However, the crazed voice of the Daoist followed them: "You people can run, but your corpses must stay."

As his voice faded, his knife left an arc in the air, slashing towards Wind Fury True Lord and Powerful Torment True Lord.

The two true lords summoned their Divine Skills to protect themselves.

But the knife seemed invincible, cutting through their defenses without any resistance.

"You are courting death by opposing the Palace of Light!" Wind Fury True Lord roared in defiance.

But his body could no longer support himself, cut in half by that kitchen knife, his soul dissipated into thin air.

Powerful Torment True Lord met the same end. In the face of Qi Yuan, even a Nascent Soul in the advanced stage was as fragile as an infant. Qi Yuan didn’t even need to use his Origin Divine Skills, they didn’t stand a chance of fighting back.

After slaughtering the two Nascent Souls, Qi Yuan casually flicked his hand, capturing their storage bags.

"This Wind Fury was just barely acceptable, but Powerful Torment True Lord was exceptionally poor,

"He dared to come to this major trade house with such meager possessions,

"If it weren’t for the lack of internet here, I would have posted him online and ridiculed him relentlessly," Qi Yuan mused, his figure then dissipated.

It was time for his other aliases to make a move.

The imperial palace of the Wei Kingdom had become the playground for the Palace of Light.

Several Nascent Soul cultivators were indulging themselves in pleasures and luxuries, thoroughly enjoying their night.

Suddenly, a mournful cry filled the air.

"Where’s my chicken? "

"Where did my chicken go?"

In the sky above the palace, a man dressed in black, his hair disheveled, appeared. He emitted a dangerous aura.

"Who are you?" A Nascent Soul cultivator flew out of the palace, "This is a stronghold of the Palace of Light, there are no chickens here!"

"The chicken... you guys must have taken and eaten my chicken!" The disheveled man’s eyes swelled with anger, his voice trembled with rage, "You despicable thieves, that was my family, how dare you steal and eat it!"

"Are you the Seven Desires Demon Lord?" This Nascent Soul cultivator understood, the man in front of him must be the Seven Desires Demon Lord from the Flower God Gathering.

"You monsters, eating innocent chickens, the heavens will strike you down!" The disheveled man stretched out a blaming finger, sounding like he was condemning that Nascent Soul cultivator.

That Nascent Soul cultivator smirked: "A madman looking for death!"

He didn’t sense any powerful aura from the man in front of him.

At this point, Wei’s Imperial Palace had more than ten cultivators with Nascent Souls.

This Seven Desires Demon Lord was courting death by coming here.

Outside the palace, some of Wei’s cultivators looked at the figure above in the sky, their faces filled with helplessness.

"We hope that this Daoist... can survive unscathed."

Qi Yuan’s eyes filled with anger: "People reap what they sow!

"I’ve been benevolent since birth, assisting others daily and avoiding harm to all living beings, not killing chickens nor stepping on ants.

"But you, you will be struck by heavenly thunder!"

"Heavenly thunder? There’s been no heavenly thunder in this world for a long time, where did this madman come from!" The Nascent soul cultivator was enraged, advancing towards Qi Yuan.

Suddenly, a golden bun materialized in Qi Yuan’s hand.

As soon as the bun formed, a terrifying aura permeated the air.

He threw the bun, which landed near the Nascent Soul cultivator.

The cultivator had just sensed the overpowering presence of the golden aura.

A bolt of heavenly thunder emerged out of nowhere, plummeting onto him.

He tried to resist but it was in vain.

"No!" He couldn’t understand.

Why would heavenly thunder suddenly appear?

Why did heaven’s punishment descent upon him?

He didn’t know that this was Qi Yuan’s secret technique.

Using the power of the metal essence, he formed a sword.

Wherever the sword fell, heavenly thunder would strike.

"Distribute the buns."

"Chicken stuffed buns," said Qi Yuan, as if he was a dragon king on a cloud.

Countless buns fell like hail from the sky.

The sky over the entire Wei’s Imperial Palace darkened with heavy clouds, as if the wrath of the gods had descended.

All the cultivators in the capital couldn’t help but look up at the sky.

Upon seeing the dense patterns of heavenly thunderbolts, their faces were filled with fear and awe.

Rains of heavenly thunder swept across Wei’s Imperial Palace.

Every cultivator of the Palace of Light couldn’t avoid having a bun shoved into their mouths, followed by the "baptism" of a thunderbolt.

It could be said that a rain of heavenly thunder, set in motion by Qi Yuan’s buns, was pouring down from the heavens, an awe-inspiring divine power.