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

In the small town of July.

Jinli turned around and saw a girl dressed in green.

The girl looked quite young, like she was in her early teens. Her black hair was coiled on top of her head, forming two high buns on each side, adorned with gold, resembling a fairy's hairstyle.

She wasn't very tall, but with her fairy-like buns, she barely reached 1.6 meters in height.

The green-clad girl looked at Jinli and spoke slowly, "I am the priestess of the Yuehuang Kingdom, July."

Jinli was somewhat surprised.

She had come here quietly this time, yet she was still noticed.

"Greetings, Priestess of July," Jinli said.

However, the next words from the girl priestess made her heart skip a beat.

"Qingluo is my sister."

A look of disbelief flashed through Jinli's heart.

Because Qingluo was her mother's name.

Was this young girl really talking about the Qingluo she was thinking of?

"She is your mother, and also the saintess of our Yuehuang Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, Jinli looked at Aunt Qin.

Aunt Qin said nothing, seemingly confirming it.

"I see," Jinli seemed to have little reaction.

"May I invite Your Majesty to visit the ancestral land of the Yuehuang clan?" Priestess July extended an invitation.

"Sorry, I don't have time," Jinli directly refused. She looked at the lake, a strange unease growing in her heart.

She couldn't contact Qiyuan.

And Qiyuan hadn't come to her.

"Is Your Majesty waiting for someone?" Priestess July's expression remained calm.

Jinli didn't speak, tacitly agreeing.

"The person Your Majesty is waiting for hasn't come."

A flash of excitement appeared in Jinli's eyes, but it quickly disappeared. She said coldly, "You know?"

"I don't know." Priestess July shook her head. She raised her head, looking at the towering ancient Qichun tree. "There are too many unknowns in this world, too many questions that cannot be answered.

Some are buried by history, washed away by time; others are simply without an audience, a solitary appreciation.

But when the ancient Qichun tree reaches the moon, all mysteries will be revealed."

After she finished speaking, she didn't lower her head, still looking at Jinli. "It is said that the original wedding dress princess waited for the god here by this lake but never met him; then there was a faceless sword god waiting for someone here, but the lover never came; and there was a guest from heaven who lingered here for a long time before disappearing.

Everything in the world has its cause and effect, predestined, and no one can break it. Why must Your Majesty be so obsessed for a moment?"

Upon hearing this, a look of stubbornness appeared on Jinli's cold face. "I don't believe in cause and effect, nor in predestination. Ten years isn't enough, then a hundred years, a hundred years isn't enough, then a thousand years, ten thousand years!"

Her eyes were determined.

It's just that she couldn't contact him for now; they would meet one day.

"If we meet... sigh." Priestess July sighed, "If Your Majesty still can't find that person, why not visit the Faceless Sword God's temple?"

After speaking, Priestess July walked away gracefully.

Jinli's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly remembered some content from the second message Qiyuan had asked the red-armored wedding dress to pass to her.

She murmured, "Not meeting... not meeting..."

Suddenly, she looked at Aunt Qin and asked, "Aunt Qin, do you know of a second desperate place besides Tianjue?"

Aunt Qin shook her head, "I don't know."

"Is that so?" Jinli suddenly thought of the return of the Qilin Guards she had sent to the Tomb Forbidden Land half a month ago.

The Tomb Forbidden Land, as usual, only had some wedding dress monsters living there.

In the depths, there were no other clothing monsters, nor were there any signs of battle.

She stood by the lakeside, looking at the sparkling water, her expression cold as the moon.

Under the ancient Qichun tree.

Qiyuan looked at the elegant girl in a long dress, his expression complicated, "Have you found Jinli?"

The girl in the long dress shook her head, "I have not."

Qiyuan looked at the girl in the long dress, hesitated for a moment, moved his lips, and his voice was a bit hoarse, "Do you know about the South Qian Kingdom?"

"Never heard of it." Priestess July shook her head.

Qiyuan paused for a moment, then asked again, "What about the South Feng Kingdom?"

"Then... what about the Tianyun Sacred Sect?"

The Tianyun Sacred Sect, the most powerful sect of the human race.

Qiyuan didn't originally want to ask about this.

"I do not know." Priestess July still shook her head.

"Well... I understand." The irritation on Qiyuan's face dissipated, and he seemed particularly calm, or rather overly calm.

"The person you are looking for, our Yuehuang clan will do our best to find!" Priestess July's face showed an apologetic expression.

"Okay." Qiyuan didn't continue that topic but looked up at the ancient Qichun tree, at the sinister corpses hanging from it. "What's going on here?"

"According to the Hundred Cities Alliance, the people hanging up there are all those who did not respect filial piety and those who obstructed the implementation of the filial piety decree," Priestess July said coldly, her eyes clearly filled with anger. "The Hundred Cities Alliance wants to include our Yuehuang clan as well. Anyone who makes a mistake is hanged on the ancient Qichun tree!"

Qiyuan was silent, "This act is against the way of heaven, like removing the fuel from under the cauldron."

Generally speaking, the next generation is the future of a country, a race.

Doing this, it won't be long before the human race on the Wangyue Continent withers away.

"The Hundred Cities Alliance issued the filial piety decree, causing dissatisfaction among various countries, who opposed it. Even within the Hundred Cities Alliance, there are many dissidents.

Countless strong people rebelled, rivers of blood flowed."

The seventh priestess of the Yuehuang clan said coldly.

"Such a scene, the Hundred Cities Alliance should have been on the verge of collapse.

However..."

The seventh priestess's face darkened.

"Black Robe Guards!"

Mentioning this term, the seventh priestess was obviously very agitated, her body trembling slightly, seemingly terrified.

Qiyuan heard this term again.

The last time was outside Kunwu City.

"They are very strong?" Qiyuan asked.

"They... are monsters, ghosts!" The seventh priestess seemed to recall something terrifying, her eyes filled with fear.

"There aren't many of them. Each one wears a black robe, their faces completely hidden.

They don't eat or drink, they don't speak, they seem to have no emotions, only slaughter! Their strength... is too strong.

No one can match them, the strongest warriors are as fragile as chickens before them.

They appear and disappear unpredictably, wherever they appear, blood flows like a river! Once, the Great Jing Empire declared it would march against the Hundred Cities Alliance!

The next day, the Great Jing Imperial City... was empty.

Seven hundred thousand people... all hanged here!"

"They care nothing for righteousness, nothing for the future.

With the Black Robe Guards, they act recklessly."

Qiyuan was silent.

He thought of the extraterrestrial demons.

Are the Black Robe Guards the work of the extraterrestrial demons? How strong are the extraterrestrial demons? Why do they wreak havoc in the world?

He did not know.

"However, no matter how strong the Black Robe Guards are, our Yuehuang clan will never surrender!

This world cannot be left to these fiendish beings! This is the Wangyue Continent, the origin and foundation of our Yuehuang clan!" July's eyes regained confidence, "This world was originally called the Day Continent, now it's called the Wangyue Continent!"

"Day?" Qiyuan was taken aback.

This was the first time he had heard of this.

Even in the memories of those divine realm powerhouses in the four forbidden lands, there was no such information.

And the term "Day" gave him some associations.

He thought of the Ascension Platform and what the golden-armored god general had said... day and night reversed.

"Are you a supreme emperor?" Priestess July asked, looking at Qiyuan expectantly.

Originally, hearing her disciple say that there was a stranger in the clan who might be a supreme emperor, she planned to meet him.

But after hearing the man's story and seeing the bodies of those from the Hundred Cities Alliance, she changed her mind.

She came out directly to find him.

He was a supreme emperor, and not an ordinary supreme emperor.

She hoped her guess was correct.

Faced with Priestess July's question, Qiyuan did not answer.

In the mortal world, he could not use powers beyond the heavenly domain, or he would immediately face the extraterrestrial demons.

He still had many things to figure out and did not want to go to the Absolute Land right away.

So now, he could only display the strength of a supreme emperor.

But... after killing and fighting at the Ascension Platform for hundreds of years, even if he only displayed the strength of a supreme emperor, it was terrifying.

"Could you help our Yuehuang clan with something?" July looked at Qiyuan, stating her purpose for being here.

Qiyuan stood still, closing his eyes.

He didn't answer right away.

He was recalling everything that happened after he left the Absolute Land.

All events flashed in his mind one by one.

He saw the human purgatory, and he saw the horrifying scene of countless corpses hanging from the ancient Qichun tree.

His emotions experienced many fluctuations and waves.

After all, he was a normal person too.

Having just fought and killed for hundreds of years.

Suddenly receiving so much information, his mind was a bit confused.

A bit neurotic.

Now closing his eyes, then opening them again, his eyes became clearer.

The confusion diminished a lot.

He adjusted quickly.

He was himself again, the normal him.

"I'm just playing a game, how can I be played by the game?" The previous emotions on Qiyuan's face disappeared, muttering to himself. The sinister corpses hanging above didn't seem so horrifying anymore.

"Speak." Qiyuan looked at the girl in the long dress. Was this storyline NPC going to give him a mission?

"Now, the Hundred Cities Alliance is coming aggressively, likely to destroy our Yuehuang clan.

We hope you can protect our saintess!" Priestess July stated her purpose.

Hearing this, Qiyuan was amused.

He turned into the strongest bodyguard, protecting a cold and aloof school flower in white stockings?

"How old is your saintess? Is she fair-skinned and beautiful? Does she have long legs, is she an art student?" Qiyuan casually asked.

Priestess July was stunned.

A look of daze flashed across her face.

She highly suspected that the person inside the mask had changed.

Where was the previous aura of a peerless swordsman, the shadow under the moon?

But she quickly reacted, struggling to speak, "The saintess is just seven years old this year."

"Ah?" Qiyuan was momentarily dumbfounded, "Protecting a child, no problem.

However..."

"What are your conditions, please feel free to ask.

Our Yuehuang clan is willing to open the treasure vault, and you may choose as you wish.

Even if you like, you can choose any unmarried woman from our Yuehuang clan."

"No need, having the saintess is enough." Qiyuan said casually.

July's eyes widened.

Qiyuan quickly added, "Don't misunderstand, I'm not interested in those external things."

Only then did July calm down, feeling that she had misunderstood.

"I hope..." Qiyuan hesitated for a moment, looking at the starry sky, then at the ancient Qichun tree, "that you establish a country, called the Yuehuang Dynasty.

I hope there will be a town near the July Lake, called July Town, how about it?"

Priestess July was a bit confused.

She didn't understand Qiyuan's meaning.

But she sincerely said, "If we survive this calamity, even if only one village remains, our Yuehuang clan will establish the Yuehuang Dynasty as you said!"

Hearing this, Qiyuan smiled.

One village proclaiming itself as an empire, why does this seem so familiar?

"I have other requests, but I will mention them when I leave.

By the way, I will only protect your saintess for 26 days."

"Okay." Priestess July agreed. She thought of something, gritting her teeth, "If the Black Robe Guards appear, you may leave directly, do not worry about us or the saintess."

Qi Yuan glanced at the July Priestess unexpectedly and said, "Okay."

The next day, by the July Lake, a simple bamboo hut was erected.

Qi Yuan still sat on the green stone by the lakeside, as usual.

It was unclear what he was thinking or doing.

The July Priestess came again, this time holding the hand of a little girl.

"Sir, she is the Holy Maiden of our tribe. I entrust her to you."

The July Priestess let go, and the short little girl behind her peeked at Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan also looked at the little girl.

The girl appeared very timid and shy. What caught one's attention most were her eyes, with long eyelashes fluttering like fans, and in her pupils, there seemed to be a crescent moon.

"What is her name?" Qi Yuan asked.

"You may call her Yue Nu, sir."

"Yue Nu?" Qi Yuan pondered.

The July Priestess handed the Holy Maiden to Qi Yuan.

She said, "Sir, I will be traveling far for some time. Please take care of her."

The July Priestess took out a jade round piece from her bosom.

"This is called Linglong Yuxi, naturally paired. Ordinary people can communicate through this treasure. I give this one to you, and the other is with me. If there's an emergency, you can contact me through Linglong Yuxi."

Qi Yuan accepted the warm Linglong Yuxi.

He found it somewhat similar to the communication jade slips of Canglan Realm.

He tried it out, saying, "Are you there?"

The July Priestess saw the message from Linglong Yuxi, glanced at Qi Yuan, and said, "Yes, just like that."

Then she squatted down and said to the Holy Maiden, "Yue Nu, remember to stay with this senior during this time. He will protect you. Be obedient."

Yue Nu peeked at Qi Yuan and nodded.

"Thank you, sir," the July Priestess bowed.

At this moment, Qi Yuan suddenly asked, "Why do you trust me so much?"

The July Priestess showed a devout expression, "Everything is guided by fate."

"Mystical nonsense," Qi Yuan muttered.

He didn't like talking to spiritual people; they always spoke in riddles.

The July Priestess bid farewell to Qi Yuan and left the July Lake.

By the green lake, only Qi Yuan and the Holy Maiden of the Moon Royal Tribe remained.

He glanced at Yue Nu and said, "Go play with the mud over there, just stay within my sight."

The little girl didn't react; she just sat beside Qi Yuan, staring at the lake with him.

The scene, one big and one small, was quite picturesque.

After some time, a cold wind blew.

Qi Yuan looked up at the sky and saw tiny specks falling.

"It's snowing."

"Looks like I'll be fishing alone in the cold river snow."

He glanced at the Holy Maiden clinging tightly to his sleeve, "If you're cold, go back to the house."

The little girl's hands were red from the cold. She looked at Qi Yuan and obediently left.

"My enthusiasm isn't warm enough, even freezing the little girl," Qi Yuan thought.

He sat alone by the lake, feeling vast and solitary.

After some time, Qi Yuan's shoulders were covered with snow.

Snow piled up on the branches by the lake, and when the wind blew, it scattered down.

The lake surface seemed to have a thin layer of ice.

He sighed, "It's good to feel the cold wind; it clears my head."

The murderous intent in his heart had lessened with the accumulating snow after constant killing before.

At this moment, a creaking sound was heard. The little Yue Nu opened the wooden door, holding a large bowl, and carefully walked toward Qi Yuan.

The large bowl was steaming, filled to the brim with fragrant fish soup.

The little girl placed the fish soup in front of Qi Yuan, her star-like eyes looking at him.

"For me?" Qi Yuan sniffed the fish soup, "I didn't expect that coming here, I wouldn't get to eat crispy sweet duck, but I did get a bowl of fish soup. Worth it."

The little girl stood silently by, seemingly memorizing Qi Yuan's words.

Qi Yuan picked up the fish soup, ready to drink it all in one go.

Suddenly, he frowned and looked ahead, "These game NPCs are so rude, don't they know not to disturb players when they're eating?"

In the distance, seven figures slowly approached Qi Yuan.

They wore cloaks and stepped on the snow without leaving any traces.

From a distant pavilion, the girl Leng Yue saw this scene, her pupils contracted.

"Seven emperors!"

Seven emperors had come simultaneously, and judging by their aura, they were no ordinary emperors.

At this moment, she was anxious and worried for the faceless man.

Now, all the experts of the Yuehuang Clan were out and not in the clan.

Could the faceless man stop these seven emperors?

At this moment, the seven emperors were less than a hundred meters away from Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan spoke again, "The spread of the smell of blood in the air is 50 centimeters per second. I need 200 seconds to finish this bowl of soup. You are now 100 meters away from me, dying here is most appropriate."

Qi Yuan spouted nonsense.

The seven of them, upon hearing this, showed a murderous look in their eyes.

"Sir, you're too arrogant!"

"I am Zhou Ao of the Hundred Cities Alliance. Sir, being a supreme emperor, you must be over fifty years old. Joining our Hundred Cities Alliance would be perfect for enjoying your old age. It would be unwise to oppose our Hundred Cities Alliance."

Zhou Ao said, exuding vigorous and surging energy.

The snowflakes falling on him melted instantly.

They took steps forward simultaneously, heading towards Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan glanced at them sideways, "You've crossed the line."

If they were within 99 meters, dying there, the smell of blood would ruin his fish soup.

"Let's see what you can do if I step forward!" someone shouted.

Seeing the NPCs dare to defy him, a cold gleam flashed in Qi Yuan's eyes.

"Why are you all so useless, can't even give me some experience points after dying?"

As he finished speaking, the sword in Qi Yuan's hand suddenly flew out, straight towards the seven people.

Under the moonlight, in the snowy night, a sword light flashed.

The seven stood still, eyes wide open, motionless.

Snowflakes fell on their shoulders, and as if the snow was too heavy, the seven fell to the ground simultaneously.