The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 473 - 213 Attic Music Listening_2

Chapter 473: Chapter 213 Attic Music Listening_2

"I too have no knowledge of my godfather’s whereabouts," Qi Qi remarked from one side, his expression quite calm, apparently not surprised by Qi Yuan’s actions.

The thought left God Thunder Vesak wanting to howl at the sky.

Something occurring to him, he quickly opened his messenger jade tablet.

In the southern regions.

Inside a cave dwelling.

God Thunder Vesak’s phantom projection appeared, hurling a thunderstorm straight at Venerable Lishan in front of him.

Venerable Lishan recoiled in shock, casually dispelling the thunderstorm with a wave, and demanded to know, "God Thunder Vesak, what are you doing?"

"What am I doing?" God Thunder Vesak was infuriated beyond measure. "Since you knew that Qi Yuan envisaged eight mythologies, why didn’t you keep him in the south?

These are eight mythologies. How many mythologies can today’s contemplation mountain support?"

The foundation of the Mountain of Contemplation is the heavenly pillar.

"He refused to participate in the mythology project, claiming to swear slaughter upon the True God.

Having such lofty ambitions, I naturally wouldn’t force him.

An ancient god like him truly deserves my admiration!" Venerable Lishan muttered to himself.

Initially, Qi Yuan had shocked him by declaring he would kill the True God.

Hearing this, God Thunder Vesak could hardly contain his anger: "After letting him go, couldn’t you persuade him to be cautious?

I’ve told you before, he is more reckless than I am!"

At these words, Venerable Lishan had a bad premonition: "Didn’t he keep a low profile and send someone to rescue you? This only proves that you hold a significant place in his heart. It’s not a big deal, you can persuade him more, ask him to calm down first."

Venerable Lishan remembered hearing Qi Yuan’s earnest declaration.

Qi Yuan had said that he would develop slowly, accumulate strength, and only take action when he was absolutely certain.

"Not only did he send people to save me, but he also led more than twenty ancient gods to Cai Country and killed Zhang Feng!" God Thunder Vesak exclaimed, both moved and helpless.

Venerable Lishan was also somewhat surprised.

This Primordial Vesak had great courage.

"Ah, I didn’t expect him to be such a person.

But it’s alright, you are very close to the Eye of the North Sea now. During this time, if you guide him to the Eye of the North Sea, there should not be any major problems."

The Eye of the North Sea is a special place, and even the Evil God’s camp is not that easily able to assault it.

"From now on, just keep him under surveillance and urge him not to act recklessly," Venerable Lishan felt that even though the problem was severe, it wasn’t too big, and there was no need for exaggeration like God Thunder Vesak.

God Thunder Vesak, out of habit, was very careless and lacked the necessary self-cultivation required of a Vesak.

"Chide him? Just after I came back, I heard he led the ancient gods to sweep through the Evil Gods of Maple and Lin.

They plan to kill a hundred Evil Gods in a day!" God Thunder Vesak gritted his teeth and said.

"What?" Venerable Lishan was completely taken aback.

Had he not just parted ways with Qi Yuan less than a day ago?

Only moments ago, he was emphasizing low-profile development, but upon returning to Qing Shui Village, he launched the godwar immediately!

This was... too fast!

Was he kicked in the head by a donkey?

"It’s not good; once the Evil God’s camp makes a move, they... they won’t have any way out," Venerable Lishan was filled with worry, "No, I have to go to Qing Shui Village!"

Without hesitation, Venerable Lishan decided to head for Qing Shui Village.

He couldn’t let Qi Yuan continue causing chaos.

He hoped it wasn’t too late to get to Qing Shui Village.

"You must hurry and lead him to the Eye of the North Sea, Qi Yuan must be protected!"

"Huh, you don’t need to tell me this!

Couldn’t you have given him better advice?" God Thunder Vesak grumbled discontentedly.

...

City of Flower and Leaf.

Located in the occupied territory, this city didn’t house any ancient gods, only new gods.

But this new god was always in seclusion, he hadn’t yet tainted the citizens of the city.

So, although they lived as if treading on thin ice, the townspeople could still eke out a living.

At this time, two figures stood atop a small hill in the city.

One figure was sturdy and tall, someone who seemed hard to bully.

The other figure was upright and handsome, seeming a little absent-minded as if lost in memory. This man was Qi Yuan, who couldn’t help but sigh as he looked at the small hill before him and the buildings crowning it.

"I didn’t expect to actually end up at Little Jiang Mountain."

"Have you been here before, sir?" asked Zhu Zhuangshi, surprised.

The origins of Qi Yuan had always been an enigma.

The villagers of Qing Shui Village, as well as the other ancient gods, had speculated about Qi Yuan’s identity in the ancient times.

"Hmm. Once, I had a whirlwind journey around the world with an extraordinarily beautiful woman. She said this was her birthplace.

"This place used to be a bamboo grove, but now, a pavilion has been built here."

Qi Yuan couldn’t help but sigh, feeling the relentless march of time.

Once, the Divine Mother of Starvation had brought Qi Yuan to Little Jiang Mountain, where she cut a piece of bamboo to make a fishing rod, and they proceeded to fish together.

The Divine Mother of Starvation had once murmured, how wonderful it would be if she were born hundreds of thousands of years later.

"Since we’re returning to the old place, why not pay it a visit?" Zhu Zhuangshi suggested subtly.

He came out with Qi Yuan with a grand mission to accomplish.

Nevertheless, he was in no rush.

"Hmm, it happens to be a teahouse. Let’s check it out," Qi Yuan suggested casually, "There seems to be a treasure inside, I might as well take it while we’re there."

It was referred to as a teahouse, but it was not a common one.

Singers, dancers, lute players - it had everything.

Before they even entered, a voluptuous woman greeted them with a broad smile on her face.

"Do you gentlemen fancy some music, perhaps a dance, or do you require a private room?" The voluptuous woman scanned Zhu Zhuangshi with a teasing look.

"A private room." Qi Yuan replied.

"Alright!" The voluptuous woman chuckled, her bosom jiggling with her laughter.

Upon entering the pavilion, an exotic fragrance filled the air. In the center of the pavilion, seventeen graceful young women were dancing.

They were draped in colorful silks, swaying and moving with an elegant poise. Each frown and smile was utterly charming.

Zhu Zhuangshi’s eyes were glued to the sight.

The surrounding patrons also snapped back to reality, applauding to show their admiration for the captivating dance.

How could such a luxurious scene exist in a war-torn city?

Perhaps knowing their fate, these cultivators indulged in a life of pleasure.

Aunt Liu led the way with a strange look in her eyes.

She couldn’t gauge the strength of these two guests.

Even though the burly man had concealed his power well, she could sense it. He was at least at the peak of the Purple Mansion Realm, and possibly even a god of antiquity.

What were they doing in Huaye City?

A mystery she couldn’t figure out, but she didn’t dare to ask.

How many ancient gods in the world still pledge loyalty to the Mortal Heart World?

Most were stooges.

Their followers of the Divine Mother of Starvation had laid roots here, and they couldn’t expose themselves.

"Please have a seat, gentlemen. Which of the ladies would you prefer to play the lute or sing for you?" Aunt Liu offered with a smile.

With a wave of her hand, images of several young women appeared in the air.

Each was beautifully enticing and bewitchingly seductive, and no mere beauty filter could compare.

Beside each lady were words noting their skills. Some were proficient in playing the lute, others in flute playing, while others excelled in both, dancing and singing.

Qi Yuan looked over these women but didn’t see anyone who met his preference, so he asked, "Who can play the suona?"

Aunt Liu was taken aback, "Your preference is indeed unique."

It was normal for their customers to have various fetishes.

But customers who liked to listen to the suona were indeed unique, even rare.

It was as if someone had hired two comedians to perform at a funeral.

"Whenever I hear the sound of the suona, I feel like killing someone.

I am planning to kill someone, so I need someone who can play the suona," Qi Yuan casually said.

The smile on Aunt Liu’s face froze.

Kill someone?

She knew for sure that something big was about to happen.

The two guests looked far from ordinary.

"There’s a young god keeping watch nearby, so I advise you both to think thrice before acting," Liu advised vaguely.

"Who can play the suona?" Ignoring Liu’s warning, Qi Yuan repeated his question.

"Xiao Xing has studied suona for some time," Aunt Liu replied helplessly.

"Let’s go with her then," Qi Yuan sat by the window, looking down at the enchanting dance taking place at the center of the pavilion.

"Please wait a moment."

Aunt Liu left the room and went into another one.

"Xiao Xing, two guests have arrived in room seventeen. Be careful and see if you can find out who they are," Aunt Liu instructed.

As a follower of the Divine Mother of Starvation, she paid special attention to mysterious powerhouses like Qi Yuan and Zhu Zhuangshi.

"Try to find out who they intend to kill," Aunt Liu added, "But most importantly, prioritize your safety."

Dressed in an apricot dress, Xiao Xing nodded, "Alright, Aunt Liu."