My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Chapter 256: Qi Yuan’s Post Gets Censored

In the Demon-Yao Domain.

The head of the Divine Flower Society's branch was looking at the post with a smile in his eyes.

A Yin God standing beside him chuckled, "Old Shen, do you think what this Blood-Robed Sword God says is true?"

The branch head of the Divine Flower Society shook his head, "How could it be true? If the techniques we practice had issues, wouldn't we have noticed? He's just fearmongering."

"Indeed, the idea that techniques are poisonous is utterly absurd."

"He’s fabricating a connection between the idea of poisonous techniques and the Great Tribulation just to promote the Origin God Sharing Society and gather techniques from around the world."

The branch head clearly didn’t believe what Qi Yuan had said.

However, Qi Yuan’s post had indeed sparked much discussion and caught the attention of many. Yet, most Yin Gods who saw it were skeptical and chose not to believe it. Only some low-level cultivators believed it, thinking that a powerhouse like the Blood-Robed Sword God wouldn’t need to lie to them.

---

The next day, Qi Yuan stretched lazily.

Without gaming to keep him up all night, he felt well-rested and even allowed himself the rare luxury of sleeping in.

"Something’s wrong!" Rogue Immortal rushed in, flustered.

Qi Yuan frowned, "What happened?"

Had something serious occurred? Had the Great Sovereign of Martial Laws come to confront him?

"Origin Heavenly Sovereign, the post you made last night on the Divine Flower Society’s forum got deleted!"

"What?"

Qi Yuan quickly connected to the Divine Flower Society's jade slip.

Indeed, the post he had made the previous day had disappeared. Despite the thousands of comments it had garnered the day before, it was now gone as if it had never existed.

At that moment, the Great Sun Flame Emperor and the Ice Mountain Queen hurried in, clearly also aware of what had happened.

Qi Yuan’s frown deepened. Something strange was going on. He thought for a moment and sent a message to the head of the Eastern Lands branch of the Divine Flower Society.

"Did you see the post I made yesterday? Why was it deleted? Who deleted it?"

Not long after, he received a response from the branch head.

"Senior, I’m not sure. But one thing is certain... It was probably deleted by the Head of the Central Society."

"The Head of the Central Society? Did I offend him? Why would he delete my post? Does this tiny Divine Flower Society not even allow freedom of speech? Give me his number. I’ll add him and confront him directly!"

Qi Yuan was angry. He could tolerate having a post deleted on Earth, but to have one deleted while cultivating—this was too much! He wanted to have a good talk with the Head of the Central Society.

"I’m afraid I can’t help, Senior. I can’t contact the Head of the Central Society either," the branch head responded.

"Can my post be restored?" Qi Yuan asked.

"No."

"Damn it! I’ll just post it again!"

Frustrated, Qi Yuan tried to make another post using the Blood-Robed Sword God account, planning to complain about the censorship.

But then he realized he couldn’t post anything.

"I’ve been banned!" Qi Yuan was furious.

He had been banned! What kind of nonsense was this?

The Eastern Lands branch head quickly added, "Senior, this has nothing to do with me."

"Where is the Head of the Central Society?" Qi Yuan asked.

"The Head of the Central Society is elusive; no one knows where he is."

Qi Yuan exited the Divine Flower Society’s jade slip and relayed what had happened to the Great Sun Flame Emperor, the Ice Mountain Queen, and the others.

Their expressions turned serious upon hearing this.

"It seems there’s something deeper going on."

Qi Yuan’s gaze darkened. "No matter how deep the water is, I’ll chop off the head of this petty authoritarian with my sword!"

"Origin Heavenly Sovereign, be careful. Something might be coming your way..." the Ice Mountain Queen cautioned.

Qi Yuan’s banishment from the forum had an ominous feel to it, suggesting that danger might be imminent.

"Hmph, let’s see who needs to be careful," Qi Yuan said dismissively. "In a way, this is good. Before, I didn’t know who the enemy was; now at least I know... who the enemy is."

His gaze turned cold.

"Forget about this for now. We planned to visit Feng Jun today. Let’s head to Wenfeng Mountain."

Qi Yuan remained unperturbed. He was confident in his strength.

---

In an unknown location.

A sea of thunder raged, and clouds of immortal energy roiled.

Ahead was a misty area, the scene within barely visible, though shadows moved through it.

Suddenly, a stream of light flew in, landing in the unknown land.

A decree unfurled, emanating an overwhelming pressure.

This decree seemed capable of easily suppressing or even annihilating a Yin God.

Golden light scattered, and hundreds of golden characters danced in the air as a solemn, mighty voice echoed.

"The Four Generals of the Lei Family, hear my command!"

From within the sea of thunder, four men with bare chests stepped forward.

Their torsos were covered in scars from swords and knives, evidence of severe injuries in the past.

Each of these men exuded an incredibly terrifying aura.

Any one of them would be a peerless powerhouse in any domain.

Together, they formed an overwhelmingly terrifying presence.

Their eyes were dull, like those of death itself. Standing together, they seemed invincible.

"The Blood-Robed Sword God in Qinghong City of the Feng Tian Domain has violated the forbidden order. He is to be executed without mercy!"

The voice was filled with authority and a bloodthirsty intent.

The Four Generals of the Lei Family knelt on one knee, their voices raspy, as if they had emerged from the depths of hell: "We obey."

---

Meanwhile, in the Feng Palace.

Grand Sovereign Jasmine lay sprawled on her bed, her clothes in disarray. Her bare shoulders and jade-like feet bore scattered kiss marks, and her eyes glistened with a watery light, filled with longing.

The large palace was suffused with a faintly lewd atmosphere, mingled with the scent of blood.

She lay on her bed, staring blankly at an ancient mirror, lost in thought.

"Weak men are really no fun."

Grand Sovereign Jasmine licked her lips, suddenly thinking of the Blood-Robed Sword God she had met the previous day.

"What a pity. Such a man is destined not to be toyed with at my whim. How unfortunate... If he really loved and respected me, I might even consider settling down as his wife."

Grand Sovereign Jasmine's eyes glimmered with greed and a hint of murderous intent.

She loved to control powerful men.

Yesterday, when Qi Yuan killed Elder Xiang in front of her, she had been displeased. However, she held back because of his looks.

"If you don’t take him for a night of passion, you might never get the chance again."

A sharp, raspy voice suddenly emanated from the ancient mirror.

In the mirror, the reflection of a man in white appeared, though there was no such person in the palace.

"Oh?" Grand Sovereign Jasmine was intrigued. "So, someone else has their eyes on him too?"

Grand Sovereign Jasmine’s intentions toward the Blood-Robed Sword God had never been pure.

She was both fickle and deeply affectionate.

She was fickle enough to fall for any handsome man she saw.

But she was also deeply affectionate, to the point that after a night of passion, she couldn’t bear to see the man leave. Overcome with longing, she would kill him, drink his blood, and turn his skull into a wine cup.

To her, a night of passion with the Blood-Robed Sword God would be the most exhilarating night of her life, and his skull would become her most treasured possession.

But unfortunately, the Blood-Robed Sword God’s behavior yesterday had displeased her.

Otherwise, she might have considered becoming a devoted wife.

"The Dark Sun has its sights on him," the raspy voice from the mirror replied, this time tinged with fear.

"The Dark Sun..." The mention of this name sent chills down Grand Sovereign Jasmine’s spine.

"Within ten days, the Dark Sun’s forces will arrive in Qinghong City," the voice from the mirror warned. "So, I won’t be showing myself in the coming days."

Grand Sovereign Jasmine's expression turned sorrowful. "Beautiful men are so short-lived. What a pity."

She seemed genuinely saddened by the impending demise of the Blood-Robed Sword God.

"A man as handsome as that... Why couldn’t he die by my hand, instead of someone else’s?"

Grand Sovereign Jasmine sighed. Perhaps this was just life, always full of regrets.

---

Wenfeng Mountain was only 3,000 miles from Qinghong City.

This time, Qi Yuan didn’t use a flying boat. With a wave of his sleeve, he brought the Great Sun Flame Emperor and the Ice Mountain Queen to Wenfeng Mountain.

Wenfeng Mountain was built on a large spiritual vein, and upon arrival, Qi Yuan could immediately feel the dense spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

In such a place, ordinary people would be free of illness and live to be 120 years old.

The Great Sun Flame Emperor led Qi Yuan and the others toward the highest peak of Wenfeng Mountain.

Along the way, every cultivator they encountered greeted the Great Sun Flame Emperor with respect.

"Greetings, Young Sect Master!"

"Greetings, Young Sect Master!"

Feng Xie was the grandson of Feng Jun and his only descendant.

Feng Xie’s father, Feng Jun’s son, had mysteriously perished 700 years ago.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the highest peak of Wenfeng Mountain, where Feng Jun was in seclusion.

A tall man walked out, his expression kindly. "Junior Brother Feng Xie, the Master is currently meeting an esteemed guest. Please wait a moment."

"Grandfather has a guest?" The Great Sun Flame Emperor was surprised. "Who is it?"

"It’s a Yin God, shrouded in a black robe. He seemed unwilling to reveal his identity, so I don’t know who he is," the tall man replied honestly.

The Great Sun Flame Emperor, seeing this, turned to Qi Yuan and said, "Apologies, we’ll need to wait a while."

The tall man also glanced at the Ice Mountain Queen and Qi Yuan with a peculiar expression, completely ignoring Rogue Immortal.

The group waited at the base of the mountain for about a quarter of an hour before a shout rang out from the peak: "Get out!"

The clouds atop the mountain swirled and scattered.

A black-robed man descended from the peak, appearing somewhat resigned.

The black-robed man saw the Great Sun Flame Emperor and said softly, "Feng Xie, try to persuade your grandfather. The Mythic Inheritance belongs to him as well; it shouldn’t be controlled by that woman!"

With that, the black-robed man turned into a wisp of smoke and vanished.

The Great Sun Flame Emperor’s face darkened, but he said nothing.

At that moment, a graceful old man in white appeared. His hair was half white and half black, giving him a peculiar appearance.

"Honored guests have come from afar. I apologize for not greeting you sooner. I am Feng Jun."

"I am the Blood-Robed Sword God, or you may call me the Origin Heavenly Sovereign," Qi Yuan introduced himself.

"Please, come with me," Feng Jun said, waving his hand.

Instantly, the scene around them changed, and they found themselves in a modest but elegant cave dwelling.

Qi Yuan got straight to the point, "The four of us plan to establish the Origin God Sharing Society and need someone to manage it. Feng Xie recommended you, Senior. Would you be willing?"

Feng Jun nodded, having already been informed by Feng Xie the previous night. "There’s no problem with that."

"Thank you, Senior. If the Origin God Sharing Society encounters any issues, please feel free to contact me," Qi Yuan said respectfully, addressing Feng Jun as "Senior" out of respect.

"Here are some techniques I’ve collected that can be made public as resources for the Origin God Sharing Society. Among them are fourteen Heaven-grade techniques and three Profound-grade techniques. These are non-toxic, so their exchange rates should be set higher," Qi Yuan added.

Non-toxic techniques would undoubtedly be in high demand among the sects, attracting the most people for exchanges. Naturally, the price should reflect that.

Feng Jun nodded but hesitated. "Are the techniques really toxic?"

"It’s true," Qi Yuan shrugged.

At this, the Great Sun Flame Emperor spoke up, "Grandfather, yesterday the Blood-Robed Sword God made a post... but it was deleted."

He explained the situation to Feng Jun in full.

Feng Jun was silent for a long time, frowning. After a while, he said, "It seems this matter is even more complex than we thought."

He pondered, his thoughts swirling as he tried to activate his techniques.

However, even he couldn’t detect any issues with his techniques.

This meant that other Yin Gods who heard Qi Yuan’s claims would likely dismiss them as well.

"The matter is tied to the Great Tribulation, so it’s naturally complicated," Qi Yuan replied.

"This will be difficult to convince people of. The Origin God Sharing Society might have a slow start," Feng Jun said honestly.

"How can we make people believe?" Qi Yuan pondered, but he couldn’t find a solution.

The other three members of the Divine Flower Four Emperors were also at a loss.

Finally, Qi Yuan said, "We’ll do what we can for now, gathering as many techniques as possible."

"Right, the Blood-Robed Sword God is right. With the techniques he’s already provided, some sects will surely be tempted to exchange their techniques," Feng Jun said.

While the slogan of the Origin God Sharing Society might spread slowly, the allure of benefits would still attract many techniques.

"Perhaps if I release a divine technique later, we could really hit the jackpot," Qi Yuan mused, waiting for Shen Wushen to bring him a divine technique.

Qi Yuan’s casual comment left Feng Jun stunned. "You have divine techniques?"

"Yes, I do. But I can’t reveal the one I currently possess. If I get a new one later, it should be fine to share. I’ll put it into the Origin God Sharing Society, and you, Senior, can look at it anytime," Qi Yuan said generously.

He didn’t want to manage the Origin God Sharing Society himself; he preferred to be a hands-off leader. If Feng Jun was willing to manage it, what harm was there in letting him see the techniques?

Feng Jun was silent, filled with a mix of emotions. "People..."

He suddenly thought of the black-robed man who had visited him earlier.

The man had tried to entice him with the Mythic Inheritance, hoping he would join the plot against Feng Palace.

The Mythic Inheritance had caused endless bloodshed in the Feng Tian Domain, with Yin Gods vying for it due to a high-grade Heaven technique and some rare herbs it contained.

But now, hearing Qi Yuan speak of having divine techniques left Feng Jun feeling conflicted. Compared to the legendary divine techniques, Heaven techniques were insignificant.

If Qi Yuan really had divine techniques, the Origin God Sharing Society would quickly become famous across the Canglan Realm.

After all, divine techniques were unprecedented in the Canglan Realm. Even if they existed, there might be only one.

And Qi Yuan had one.