The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 284 - 145 I’m Going to Kill Someone, We’ll Chat Later_2

Chapter 284: Chapter 145 I’m Going to Kill Someone, We’ll Chat Later_2

Indeed, a big city is a big city, where even a random encounter with a Golden Core could result in a counter-kill to a divine fetus.

"When I saw you, my Solar True Fire had been jumping around, as if..." Xu Tongchen trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.

Qi Yuan looked at Xu Tongchen when he heard this.

[This is an ordinary cultivator who has condensed the Solar True Fire, which makes him a bit extraordinary.

The Solar True Fire, it regards you as its father.]

"Is that it?" Qi Yuan looked at the sky, "I’m very busy right now, I need to go kill someone. Let’s chat after I finish killing."

Qi Yuan finished, ignoring Xu Tongchen’s reaction, and vanished.

Only leaving behind a baffled Xu Tongchen.

"Fellow cultivator..."

He wanted to call out to Qi Yuan, but Qi Yuan’s figure had already disappeared.

He was torn inside, but ultimately decided to wait here.

For an unclear reason, it was as if ants were crawling in his heart.

Two hours later.

In the dome of the sky, a figure in a crimson robe was drawing attention, moving across the sky like a rainbow.

Every now and then, a loud voice emanated from the sky.

"The Palace of Light has committed countless evils and is being punished by Heaven!"

"I, the Sword God in Blood Costume, will stand up for all injustices, and pledge to punish the Palace of Light!"

The voice was loud, spreading all over the world.

Many cultivators were looking up at the sky.

Unfortunately, the crimson rainbow was moving too fast for them to catch a glimpse of.

All they could hear was that resonant roar.

Some were excited, some were anxious, and some were helpless.

Qi Yuan quickly flew towards the Palace of Ming, his speed was as if he was eager to meet a lover.

But the one he was going to see this time was not a lover, but white moonlight.

Suddenly, an old transmission voice came: "Sword God in Blood Costume, please hold on."

Qi Yuan stopped and landed on a hill.

"What’s up? You need something?" Qi Yuan looked at the cultivator clad in a black robe, from whom he did not sense any hostility or intention to kill.

"Sword God in Blood Costume, the Palace of Light has set an ambush in the Palace of Ming, sending three Primordials, and two nearby Primordials have also headed there.

Elder Qian Yuan, who’s in the mid-Primordial stage, even possesses a treasure that the Palace Master personally gave him.

This time you head there, you’re likely to meet your death. Maybe... you should back off? There are too many Primordials from the Palace of Light. It would be more appropriate for you to go and harass their divine babysitters!" The black-robed cultivator said quickly, his tone fraught with worry.

Qi Yuan glanced at the black robed cultivator: "Why? Do you have a grudge against the Palace of Light?"

The black-robed cultivator paused, his eyes bleak.

The black-robed cultivator was Xu Yeli.

Some time ago, Qian Yuan forced his disciple to work for Huang Tu.

That was tolerable.

Lately, he had received news that the Palace Master of the Palace of Light was attending the Godflower Conference not only because of the Sword God in Blood Costume but also to borrow a supreme treasure, the Divine Form Trap of Fire.

After the conclusion of the Battle of Heavenly Chosen from the Eastern Land, the Palace Master might use this supreme treasure to transfer the Solar True Fire from his disciple, Xu Tongchen, to Huang Tu.

He knew that the Qiyan Sect was facing the greatest crisis.

"They indeed have a grudge, a deep one!" Xu Yeli nodded forcefully, "How about forming an alliance with me? Together, we can harass the Palace of Light, rendering them indecisive for fear of hitting a mouse!

We are weak, we can’t directly confront the Palace of Light!"

Xu Yeli advised wholeheartedly.

He valued this fellow cultivator, the Sword God in Blood Costume. If they could join forces, they might be able to create a significant crisis for the Palace of Light.

The Palace of Light might even fear retribution and refrain from harming his disciple, Xu Tongchen.

Qi Yuan looked at Xu Yeli, deep in thought: "An alliance... might work."

"Really?" Xu Yeli became somewhat excited. Teaming up was like striking stones with eggs compared to confronting the Palace of Light, but it was better than fighting alone.

"I’m heading to the Palace of Ming this time, and I just lack someone... to play suona.

How about you play music for me while I am fighting against the Palace of Light’s Primordials?

It’s more interesting to kill people when there’s music." Qi Yuan calmly said.

He missed the musical band of the Liufeng Realm a bit.

Xu Yeli was completely stunned.

He understood every word that the Sword God in Blood Costume said, but why did they sound so absurd?

Killing people?

Playing music?

What was going on?

"Are you still going to the Palace of Ming?" Xu Yeli asked.

"Of course, I’m armed with righteousness, and I am chosen by Heaven.

Right now, I am the great mage Liu Xiu. Those who oppose me are just seeking death!" Qi Yuan said confidently.

Xu Yeli was speechless.

He had a feeling that communicating with this particular Primordial was challenging.

It seemed... there was something wrong with his brain.

"Alas, geniuses are indeed lonesome." Qi Yuan sighed, "But time will prove everything.

How about this? If I level the Palace of Ming today, and every time I march against the Palace of Light in the future, will you play music for me in the background?"

Although having one Primordial playing music could hardly compare to three hundred, or three thousand.

But it was a special situation, wasn’t it?

Xu Yeli remained silent, not knowing what to say.

He had clearly come to say that the Palace of Ming was dangerous and he should not go there.

How come it turned into a bet... to play music for the other party?

Looking at the Sword God in Blood Costume, he finally gritted his teeth, "If you can eliminate Qian Yuan, what’s the harm in me playing music for you!"

Qi Yuan looked at Xu Yeli, a smile spreading across his face: "Remember to wait for my good news."

Qi Yuan’s figure vanished.

Xu Yeli, clad in a black robe, stood in silence for a long time.

"It’s either... he’s a madman, or... he has something to rely on."

But he simply couldn’t comprehend what the other party’s reliance could be?

After all, the Palace of Light’s initiation of the Hundred Nations Blood Battle had obtained the tacit permission from those big shots.