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

Chapter 263: The Taihuang Palace

Inside the great hall, Qi Yuan's eyes were fixed on the information within the jade slip.

At this moment, hidden information began to reveal itself.

It detailed the flaws of this particular technique, as well as suggestions for improvements, among other things.

Previously, Qi Yuan would not have had the strength to see these hidden details.

Even if he could see them, he would have found it difficult to resolve them.

But now, after visualizing the Three Purities and merging with 4,752 Nascent Souls, Qi Yuan’s cultivation level and understanding had reached a terrifying height.

As he looked at the jade slip, his gaze was intense.

Shen Wushen stood to the side, his eyes filled with confusion.

Among the tasks he had brought, the one concerning the Great Sovereign of Hua City was among the most difficult.

Even the master of the Futuo Mountain could not solve it this quickly.

Qi Yuan, mysterious as he was, shouldn't be able to...

He couldn’t fathom it.

"Is he serious about this, or is he just pretending? Even if he were to deceive me, why add a time limit of half an hour?" Shen Wushen thought to himself.

Half an hour would pass in the blink of an eye, not enough time to deceive.

Could it be... he was serious?

If so... Shen Wushen gulped.

Wouldn't that mean Qi Yuan, even in the upper realms, would be a peerless genius, unseen in millennia?

The half-hour passed in the blink of an eye. Qi Yuan held the jade slip, casually tossing it aside: "Task completed, no big deal."

Shen Wushen, standing nearby, quickly caught the jade slip.

Now, he was eager. His divine sense swiftly delved into the jade slip.

"The problem is solved, and I patched it up a bit to enhance the technique.

Otherwise, even if this problem were solved, this person would still be the weakest kind of myth if they reached the mythical level," Qi Yuan said casually.

Shen Wushen, looking at the information within the jade slip, felt a wave of shock.

This shock was tenfold, even a hundredfold stronger than when Qi Yuan easily defeated him.

He could say without any reservation that Qi Yuan’s talent... even in the upper realms, would be unparalleled for eternity!

The problem with this technique was actually resolved!

Although he couldn’t fully understand it, upon reading it over once, it seemed flawless.

This was already quite astonishing.

"Friend... would you consider taking on a disciple?" Shen Wushen lost all pride of being born into a sacred place in the upper realms.

He even felt that with Qi Yuan’s current level of expertise, he surpassed the master of Futuo Mountain.

Guiding him... would be easy.

It could even elevate him to the status of a middle-tier supreme genius among the three heavens.

"No," Qi Yuan shook his head, refusing outright.

Taking on a disciple seemed too troublesome.

Hearing this, Shen Wushen felt disappointed but persisted, "Friend... surely you wouldn’t want your path to have no heir, right?"

"What do you mean?" Qi Yuan was somewhat confused.

To put it diplomatically, Shen Wushen was very straightforward; to put it bluntly, he was more petty than anything.

"Friend, being born in the Canglan Realm means destined obscurity.

Your path will end here.

Why not pass your knowledge to me? I, Shen Wushen, will certainly spread your teachings far and wide!"

Shen Wushen gazed at Qi Yuan with burning intensity.

This was his chance!

The Canglan Realm was a "sealed" world, rumored to be connected to a Yang God of the Middle Three Heavens.

For a supreme genius like Qi Yuan to be born here was unfortunate; there was no chance for him to reach the upper realms.

So, it would be better if, before his death, he taught everything he knew to Shen Wushen.

The Canglan Realm was a cage. Only by passing his knowledge to Shen Wushen could Qi Yuan's path continue.

"Friend, you don’t want your path to end, do you?"

Shen Wushen poured out his thoughts, saying that he was the only choice and that without Qi Yuan's teachings, the Nine Heavens would suffer a great loss.

These words left Qi Yuan speechless.

Was he hoping for his death?

He looked at Shen Wushen, "Has anyone ever told you to do more and talk less?"

It was because Qi Yuan had a good temper and adhered to rules that he didn’t kill Shen Wushen on the spot.

Qi Yuan couldn’t help but lament that there were too many low-EQ people in this world and too few like him, who were high-EQ and knew how to talk nicely.

After all, just a few words could make his junior sister Jiang Lingsu so happy that she would give him a bunch of spirit stones and techniques.

That’s the difference between high and low EQ.

"Friend, I speak only the truth!" Shen Wushen was still unwilling to give up. "There are many supreme geniuses in the Canglan Realm. If I remember correctly, thirty thousand years ago, there was a true genius from the Canglan Realm.

That genius created his own techniques, defying the great calamity, even attracting the attention of the one from the Sixth Heaven, who personally came to kill him!"

Mentioning that person, Shen Wushen was full of admiration.

Originally, the great calamity of the Canglan Realm occurred once every million years.

But that strongman rose out of nowhere, becoming a myth within mere hundreds of thousands of years, even ascending to the Yang God realm at the peak of his power.

He nearly destroyed the great calamity single-handedly, becoming invincible in the world, and drew enemies from the heavens. A Yang God from the Sixth Heaven personally came down to kill him.

His talent was extremely rare, even in the upper realms.

After all, those behind the great calamity never expected such a great talent to emerge in the Canglan Realm, achieving the Yang God realm in less than a million years.

For this reason, the great calamity that originally happened once every million years in the Canglan Realm was changed to once every three hundred thousand years, to prevent a repeat of the same event.

"Even such a supreme strongman fell to the great calamity. Friend... with only a few hundred years left until the great calamity, you have no chance of surviving. Master, let me live for you!" Shen Wushen spoke passionately.

"Get out!" Qi Yuan kicked Shen Wushen, sending him flying out of the hall.

It’s exhausting to communicate with someone who speaks poorly.

Low-EQ people should keep their mouths shut.

Qi Yuan felt that if he ever achieved the power to make his words come true, he would create a universal rule: all low-EQ people should be mute.

...

Inside the Seeking Dao Palace, the Seven Wounds Elder lay lazily like an old tortoise.

Long Can's phantom stood beside him, eyes complex. "The Blood-Robed Sword God truly isn't leaving?"

Last time, Long Can chose to leave after handing over his techniques, just like the other Yin Gods. However, unlike the others, he didn't return the jade slip to the Original God Sharing Society, nor did he sever his ties with them.

"An old man like me doesn’t care whether the Sword God stays or goes," the Seven Wounds Elder said casually.

His lifespan was almost at its end, and he saw no hope left, so he no longer feared death.

"Hmm, the Blood-Robed Sword God just uploaded some techniques to the jade slip. Let me see if there's anything useful," Long Can noticed something.

His true body’s divine sense entered the jade slip.

He was a Yin God, and the technique he cultivated was a mid-grade heavenly technique.

In the Original God Sharing Society, he had seen several high-grade heavenly techniques.

While he couldn’t change his primary technique, exchanging for some similar ones to use as a reference would still be an improvement for him.

The Seven Wounds Elder chuckled, "If I were a few thousand years younger, I might have been like you."

Now, he had given up on trying.

Some of the techniques inside were very good, but for him, they were just so-so.

At this moment, Long Can's smile suddenly froze. He glanced at the Seven Wounds Elder, "You really should take a look at the techniques in the jade slip!"

"Oh? What interesting techniques are there now?" The Seven Wounds Elder chuckled.

"Take a look, and you'll see," Long Can's eyes were filled with evident excitement. He took a deep breath, "You might find it... particularly painful after you see it."

"I’m not afraid of pain if I’m not afraid of death," the Seven Wounds Elder chuckled, sending his divine sense into the jade slip, "Let me see what's so interesting..."

As he spoke, his expression froze, eyes filled with disbelief.

"A... divine technique!" The Seven Wounds Elder's beard trembled. "How is this possible? How could there be a divine technique in this world!"

A divine technique is a method created by a Yang God.

There were no divine techniques in the Canglan Realm.

The difference between divine techniques and heavenly techniques was vast.

Just by seeing the initial part of a divine technique, the Seven Wounds Elder felt like he was seeing his dream lover from his youth, filled with excitement, exhilaration, and longing.

"It really is a divine technique!" The Seven Wounds Elder was shocked and deeply moved.

The feeling of being both shocked and coveting something had not occurred to him in many years.

Just the part that was revealed was enough to make him lose control.

"You're right. I suddenly want to leave the Seeking Dao Palace... and find a secluded place..." The Seven Wounds Elder murmured.

This was a divine technique, after all.

If he successfully exchanged for it and studied it earnestly, it would bring immense benefits.

At this moment, he truly felt like a dead tree coming back to life.

Long Can’s expression turned serious beside him. "If we leave now, while the Four Generals of the Lei Family haven't arrived yet, we still have time.

Together, we can pool our resources to exchange for this divine technique!"

"This..." The Seven Wounds Elder hesitated, unsure.

If he did this, it would be a betrayal of the Blood-Robed Sword God.

But this divine technique... it truly tempted him, as if an old man had regained a new lease on life.

Then he thought of something, and his gaze became resolute: "Isn't it possible... that the Blood-Robed Sword God can handle the Four Generals of the Lei Family?"

"How could that be? The Great Sovereign of Crimson Flame was killed by the Four Generals of the Lei Family. How could the Blood-Robed Sword God possibly withstand them?" Long Can instantly dismissed the idea.

"But the Great Sovereign of Crimson Flame couldn’t produce a divine technique... have you ever seen anyone with a divine technique?" The Seven Wounds Elder replied.

"Could it be..." Suddenly, a terrifying thought flashed through Long Can's mind.

He recalled a forbidden figure, the one who almost wiped out the great calamity.

Could it be... that the Blood-Robed Sword God is related to that person?

"So... could the Blood-Robed Sword God be an exception?

Thirty thousand years ago, an exception appeared in the Canglan Realm, who ultimately failed.

Now... could the Canglan Realm produce another exception?" The Seven Wounds Elder pondered.

Long Can was also stunned for a moment, his thoughts racing.

"The last time, the Canglan Realm suffered great losses. This time... if we can’t withstand the great calamity, then there truly is no hope left for the Canglan Realm!" The Seven Wounds Elder lamented.

He decided not to leave this time, to stay within the Original God Sharing Society.

At that moment, the Seven Wounds Elder’s expression suddenly changed.

The sky above Qinghong City abruptly changed.

Purple lightning covered the sky in an instant.

The ground of the entire city reflected a purple hue.

A majestic, thunderous voice rang out at that moment.

"Blood-Robed Sword God, come to meet your death!"

This voice spread throughout Qinghong City.

Ordinary cultivators who heard this voice trembled in fear.

"A divine battle... is it about to begin?"

"An Yin God has come to challenge the Blood-Robed Sword God!"

"Who could it be?"

These ordinary cultivators looked up, doing their best to hide their auras, not daring to speak.

Yin Gods were on an entirely different level than ordinary cultivators.

If a Yin God wished, a single strike could turn Qinghong City into a chasm, and no cultivator could escape.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, Great Sovereign Jasmine's eyes showed a complex expression.

"What a pity, the Four Generals of the Lei Family have arrived."

From within the ancient mirror, a shadowy figure spoke: "I suddenly hope the Blood-Robed Sword God can win."

"Oh?" Great Sovereign Jasmine was slightly surprised.

"That is a divine technique... unlike any technique in this realm.

He may come from the upper realms, and the technique he cultivates might not originate from this realm.

If I could seize his body, perhaps... I could take you back to the upper realms." For the first time, there was a slight tremor in the voice of the man in the mirror.

Great Sovereign Jasmine’s eyes also flashed with a sharp light.

At the same time, in Qinghong City, Qi Yuan set down the jade slip and looked toward the sky, his voice lazy.

"Four Generals of the Lei Family, you're quite slow."

Qi Yuan flew up to the sky. A few thousand meters away from him were four terrifying figures.

Their hair hung loose, and their eyes were like dark pools, devoid of any focus.

Their chests were bare, covered with scars from swords and knives, full of wounds, as if they had once endured fierce battles.

Each one exuded an aura of a Great Sovereign at the peak of the Six Steps to Heaven, just a step away from becoming a myth.

Such ferocious beings, even in the upper realms, would be considered first-class powerhouses.

After all, in the upper realms, Yin Gods were absolute powerhouses.

A Great Sovereign at the peak of the Six Steps to Heaven would be considered a high-ranking member in a sacred land.

【The body of Lei Shengyu, once a mythical powerhouse, had its foundation taken away and was refined into a puppet, becoming a pawn of the Dark Sun.】

In front of his eyes, Qi Yuan saw this information, and his eyes narrowed slightly, feeling something inexplicable.

The four generals of the Lei Family before him, rather than being the Lei Family’s four generals, had long since fallen. Their bodies were merely being used by the Dark Sun, refined into weapons of war.

Once mythical powerhouses, they had become resources while alive, and after death, their bodies were refined into puppets, serving as pawns of the great calamity.

How tragic.

"By the decree of the Dark Sun, the Blood-Robed Sword God has harmed the living. You are to be executed!"

The leader of the Lei Family’s Four Generals shouted, his voice booming.

And the surroundings of Qi Yuan also began to change at this moment.

In an instant, they were drawn into the virtual realm.

The Heavenly Dao of the Canglan Realm was powerful. Even if a mythical powerhouse used power beyond the level of a Yin God, they would be pulled into the virtual realm.

Qi Yuan looked at the four generals of the Lei Family before him, his eyes deep. "Do you four puppets have your own consciousness? If you do, please tell me where the headquarters of the Dark Sun is.

I have a white moonlight there, and I need to see him."

Faced with the powerful Four Generals of the Lei Family, Qi Yuan remained relaxed.

The eyes of the Four Generals of the Lei Family were unfocused, and the area became a sea of lightning.

At this moment, a mocking voice rang out.

"They have no consciousness." A mechanical bird appeared.

It was the same mechanical bird that appeared during Qi Yuan's battle with Great Sovereign Wu.

Qi Yuan’s gaze fell on the mechanical bird.

【A wondrous creation, controlled by the true disciple of the Taihuang Palace, Li Qiu Shen, in the upper realms.】

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes.

The great calamity is linked to the Taihuang Palace?

The Taihuang Palace in the upper realms?

At this moment, the mechanical bird landed on the shoulder of the leader of the Four Generals of the Lei Family, its eyes filled with mockery.

"A strongman like you, in the upper realms, if I met you, I wouldn’t even dare to breathe. Unfortunately... this place is just a pigsty."

Li Qiu Shen's voice was full of ridicule.

As a true disciple of the Taihuang Palace, the Canglan Realm had always been their pigsty.

All living beings here would eventually be fed to the great calamity.

And these true disciples would occasionally descend to the lower realms, using their wondrous creations to slay some Great Sovereigns.

In the upper realms, they might only be at the Purple Mansion level, or just beginning Yin Gods.

But when they came to the lower realms, controlling their wondrous creations, they could easily decide the life and death of the Great Sovereigns they once looked up to.

That feeling was addictive.