Chapter 257: A Letter

Feng Jun's thoughts did not concern Qi Yuan much. "Thank you for your help, Senior."

Qi Yuan spoke respectfully.

Even though he had traveled to another world, he still maintained the good qualities of respecting the elderly and caring for the young that he had learned on Earth. Searᴄh the NôvelFire(.)net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Of course, if he ended up as a beggar, well, then he wasn't from Earth—he was from Trisolaris.

"These techniques, I will donate to the Origin God Sharing Society to contribute to its cause," Feng Jun said as he pulled out a storage bag filled with techniques he had prepared.

The bag was packed with techniques.

But Qi Yuan didn't seem too pleased. "Please don't call me 'Origin God.' Just call me Blood-Robed Sword God or Qi Yuan."

Feng Jun was slightly taken aback but nodded in agreement.

At that moment, Feng Xie, who had been quiet, asked, "Grandfather, what was that man here for today?"

Feng Xie looked serious, recalling how the Yin God had mentioned the Mythic Inheritance before he left. He had a vague idea of what it was about.

"Just as you suspect, he wanted to use my name to plot against Grand Sovereign Jasmine and seize the Mythic Inheritance," Feng Jun said without hiding anything.

This wasn't the first time this had happened. Rumors suggested that Feng Jun was the illegitimate son of the Mythic Tai Feng, and since the Mythic Inheritance was in Grand Sovereign Jasmine's hands, many hidden Yin Gods coveted it and wanted to use Feng Jun to get their hands on it.

"Hmph, a bunch of sneaky scoundrels!" Feng Xie couldn't help but vent his anger.

Qi Yuan, watching from the side, asked calmly, "Are you also interested in the Mythic Inheritance?"

Feng Jun shook his head. "If I gain it, it's a blessing; if I lose it, it's fate."

Qi Yuan was a bit surprised; he had expected a different answer.

"Sigh, if Grand Sovereign Jasmine were to confess her love to me and offer the Mythic Inheritance as a gift, I might consider being her boyfriend for a day," Qi Yuan mused.

Feng Jun remained silent at this remark.

Then Qi Yuan said something even more surprising, "Great Sun Flame Emperor, if I get together with Grand Sovereign Jasmine, wouldn’t that make me your grandfather?"

According to the rumors, Moli Da Zun was Feng Jun's sister. If Qi Yuan were with Grand Sovereign Jasmine, his status would be far above that of the Great Sun Flame Emperor.

"Uh, um..." The Great Sun Flame Emperor coughed, too flustered to respond.

"No worries, if that day comes, we’ll each call our own titles," Qi Yuan said cleverly.

At the Seeking Dao Palace.

Li Yaxian looked tired, and her granddaughter beside her seemed both weary and relieved.

"Grandfather's inheritance is finally back!"

"Although there were some obstacles, we got through it in the end," Li Yaxian said with a smile. This trip to the Seeking Dao Palace had its challenges, even with the guidance of the scruffy Daoist. However, by using money and donating 40% of the inheritance to the Seeking Dao Palace, they managed to resolve everything.

But there was one steward, named Yang Kang, who persistently made things difficult for her. He had a deep grudge against her late husband. Li Yaxian had heard from her husband that Yang Kang was a lecherous man who once tried to abuse his power to assault a man, only to be stopped by her husband. Ever since then, Yang Kang held a grudge against her husband.

When she came to retrieve her husband's inheritance, Yang Kang made no secret of his disdain, even hinting that she would need to offer something in return—namely, her body.

Fortunately, the scruffy Daoist intervened, dealing with Yang Kang and allowing Li Yaxian to claim the inheritance.

"This trip to Qinghong City, while fruitful, is only disappointing because I didn’t get to see the Blood-Robed Sword God," the young woman said wistfully.

When they first arrived in Qinghong City, they heard a loud voice that seemed to shake the sky. The Blood-Robed Sword God had come to Qinghong City and shouted at Moli Da Zun from the Wangxian Tower.

It was an unforgettable moment, but the young woman had been too busy to witness it herself. Later, she heard about the events at Wangxian Tower and the Sword God's gallant demeanor, which left her feeling a deep sense of regret.

Perhaps it was the influence of the Blood-Robed Sword God or Moli Da Zun, but no one had managed to capture an image of the Sword God during that time, leaving her without the chance to see her idol.

She admired him greatly, and missing the chance to meet him was a huge disappointment.

"Doesn't it scare you that the Blood-Robed Sword God, who has killed so many, might accidentally kill you?" Li Yaxian teased her granddaughter after reclaiming her husband's inheritance, clearly in a good mood.

"The Blood-Robed Sword God doesn't kill indiscriminately. He only kills those who deserve it!" the young woman defended him like a true fan.

"You…" Li Yaxian chuckled affectionately. "Qi Yuan’s looks might even rival those of the Blood-Robed Sword God."

"My admiration for the Blood-Robed Sword God has nothing to do with looks. Of course, if he were as handsome as Qi Yuan, or even half as handsome, he'd be my dream partner!" the young woman said, daydreaming.

"Stop daydreaming. Let's go meet Qi Yuan and take him to the Seeking Dao Palace," Li Yaxian said.

She had promised to help introduce Qi Yuan to the Seeking Dao Palace. Now that he was almost here, it was time to go meet him.

"Sigh, if only Qi Yuan were a bit stronger. I wouldn't mind him being my grandfather," the young woman joked. "Having such a handsome grandfather wouldn’t be so bad."

Li Yaxian gave her granddaughter a sideways glance.

The two left the Seeking Dao Palace and headed toward the meeting place they had arranged with Qi Yuan.

The streets were bustling, filled with cultivators who moved through the city like ordinary people. In Qinghong City, there were almost no ordinary people, mostly cultivators at the Qi Refining stage. Occasionally, you could even see Nascent Soul true cultivators.

Qi Yuan stood amidst the crowd, absorbing newly acquired techniques.

He was constantly collecting techniques to use in creating his . While he might not think highly of every technique, each one offered some insights.

To put it simply, the world’s rules might be 100, scattered across all techniques.

Qi Yuan was collecting those 100 rules to use in his ongoing creation of the . Whenever he had free time, he would absorb these techniques, aiming to fully understand the world’s rules in the Canglan Realm.

"Qi Yuan, you're here," the young woman in the yellow dress called out, waving as she spotted him from afar.

Li Yaxian stood beside her, exuding a kindly demeanor, looking at Qi Yuan as if he were a favored junior.

Qi Yuan hurried over, reaching into his robe to pull out a delicate, intricately carved wine jug.

He tossed the wine jug to the young woman in the yellow dress. "You like to drink, right? I picked this up and thought it looked nice, so I’m giving it to you."

Qi Yuan was a man of courtesy. Since the two women had helped him get an introduction to the Seeking Dao Palace, he felt it was only right to give them a gift in return.

The wine jug had been taken from Wangxian Tower and was called the Linglong Jug. Originally, the second steward and Elder Xiang had accused Qi Yuan of stealing the Linglong Jug. Since they had accused him, Qi Yuan figured he might as well take it; otherwise, he’d be wrongly accused for nothing.

The young woman took a deep breath, savoring the scent. "This is a good jug. Must have cost you a pretty penny."

She winked at Qi Yuan, as if to say she’d help him woo her grandmother if that was his aim.

"Didn’t cost a thing."

Li Yaxian glanced at the jug, sensing that it was no ordinary item.

At that moment, a voice came from behind Qi Yuan.

"Senior, someone asked me to deliver this letter to you."

A beggar appeared behind Qi Yuan, dirty and ragged, holding a letter in his hand. His eyes held a smile.

After all, delivering this simple letter would earn him a reward of a hundred spirit stones. With that, his daughter could have better cultivation resources.

"A letter for me?"

Qi Yuan was curious.

Li Yaxian shook her head, sending a message through voice transmission: "Be careful, it might be a trap."

Qi Yuan didn't seem concerned. He took the letter and opened it, revealing a piece of plain white paper.

On it were a few neatly written words.

"Dark Sun is coming. Run!"

Qi Yuan squinted, finding the message vague and cryptic.

It seemed to be a warning from someone who wished him well, telling him that a dangerous entity known as "Dark Sun" was coming after him and advising him to flee.

Flee? That was out of the question.

Although Qi Yuan was still relatively modest in strength, comparable to a high school student with excellent grades, he was extremely confident in his ability to protect himself.

Who had sent this warning? Who was Dark Sun? He asked the beggar, "Who asked you to deliver this letter?"

The beggar started to speak, but suddenly his eyes froze.

Boom!

His body abruptly exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Li Yaxian’s face paled as she immediately became alert, unable to understand how the beggar had died.

"What happened? Are we under attack?" The young woman in the yellow dress was equally shocked.

The surrounding cultivators seemed oblivious, going about their business as usual.

Qi Yuan remained calm, glancing at his hand, where a drop of blood lingered.

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, murdering someone in the street—have they no respect for the law?" Qi Yuan was furious.

Murdering someone in broad daylight, especially in front of him, was an act of defiance.

Such behavior could only lead to the corruption of the moral fabric of the cultivation world, causing it to crumble.

For Qi Yuan, this was tantamount to violating the sacred oaths of Luo Shui.

After all, who was he?

He was the enforcer of moral standards in the Canglan Realm, a man who had slaughtered countless immoral individuals.

Now, someone had the audacity to commit murder in front of him—this was an insult!

Qi Yuan was livid.

The young woman in the yellow dress sighed softly, "What an innocent man…"

Li Yaxian, however, remained vigilant. "Qi Yuan, be careful."

Qi Yuan stared at the blood on his hand and the letter. Unfortunately, his Eyes couldn’t detect any useful information.

He squinted and finally pocketed the letter.

"When I return from the Seeking Dao Palace, I will make sure to bring that lawless criminal to justice!"

Murdering someone right in front of him—he couldn’t tolerate such behavior.

Li Yaxian said nothing more and led Qi Yuan toward the Seeking Dao Palace.

With that, the matter was put to rest.

The beggar was a small, insignificant figure, whose death seemed to go unnoticed by anyone other than Qi Yuan. It was as if his life had no impact, and no one cared about his death.

The Seeking Dao Palace was located in the northeast of Qinghong City, nestled in a series of continuous mountain ranges.

From afar, you could see a cluster of buildings.

Pavilions and palaces were hidden among the clouds and mist, seeming almost otherworldly.

Having frequently visited the Seeking Dao Palace in recent days, Li Yaxian was familiar with the place, and she was considered half a member of the palace herself.

So, with Li Yaxian leading the way, no one stopped Qi Yuan from entering.

Soon, Qi Yuan found himself standing in front of a palace after crossing corridors, suspension bridges, and solitary peaks.

"This time, we’re meeting an elder named Fu Lv, a Great Cultivator of the Perfected Purple Mansion stage. He has the authority to make decisions about external affairs for the Seeking Dao Palace," Li Yaxian explained.

Qi Yuan nodded. "Thank you."

The young woman in the yellow dress stuck out her tongue and whispered, "The people of the Seeking Dao Palace tend to be arrogant. We might have to wait a while."

"That’s fine, I’m not in a rush," Qi Yuan replied as he surveyed the surroundings, seemingly deep in thought. Suddenly, he asked, "Do you think I’m too by-the-book?"

Today, seeing the beggar die in front of him had made Qi Yuan reflect on many things.

There were too many people in this world who didn’t play by the rules.

Someone had sent him a letter and then killed the messenger.

This infuriated Qi Yuan.

To deal with rule-breakers, Qi Yuan believed he should abandon his adherence to rules.

Otherwise, he would be hampered by them.

"Following the rules is good for surviving longer when you're not yet powerful enough," Li Yaxian replied, not understanding why Qi Yuan was asking this but still sharing her thoughts.

Qi Yuan considered her words.

"You make a good point. Rules are set by the strong to control the weak. And now… Am I not strong?"

Then…

Qi Yuan suddenly realized he had been too kind, too bound by rules.

If he didn’t follow the rules, would anyone dare to commit murder in front of him so brazenly, showing no respect for the law?

Certainly not.

If he made the rules, everyone would follow them.

"It seems I haven’t killed enough people yet," Qi Yuan muttered. "No one seems to fear me, and that’s not a good thing."

Qi Yuan realized he had the potential to be a villainous overlord.

Since that was the case, why follow the rules?

Why go through the proper channels when he could just go straight to Wu Jun Da Zun?

Qi Yuan's thoughts cleared up at that moment.

Then, a mocking voice interrupted.

"Fu Lv Elder is busy today, so you won't be seeing him."

A chubby middle-aged man appeared, his body disproportionately large compared to his small head.

His eyes were filled with greed as he looked at Li Yaxian’s figure before shifting to Qi Yuan with even more intensity.

Li Yaxian’s expression changed when she saw the man.

She had been worried about encountering him today and had taken a detour to avoid him.

But it seemed her efforts had been in vain.

This chubby cultivator was none other than Yang Kang, who had been causing her trouble.

Now, hearing him speak, Li Yaxian immediately realized he was deliberately causing problems, preventing them from seeing Fu Lv.

She was furious but didn’t dare to show it.

The young woman in the yellow dress was boiling with anger, glaring fiercely at Yang Kang.

Qi Yuan’s gaze deepened as he looked at Yang Kang and asked, "Did you intentionally interfere so that we couldn’t see Fu Lv today?"

Yang Kang was momentarily taken aback before chuckling. "You're too blunt. I didn’t interfere with anything; don’t accuse an innocent man. However, if you're willing to pay a certain price, I could arrange for Elder Fu Lv to see you today."

As he spoke, his eyes glowed with greed.

"Yes, I’m not falsely accusing you. I’m just going to cut off your head."

Qi Yuan's voice was calm.

The statement was so abrupt that everyone was momentarily stunned.

"What?" Yang Kang froze, sensing a heavy threat.

A flash of sword light, and before he could react, Yang Kang’s head was severed from his body.

It happened so fast, so shockingly, that Li Yaxian didn’t even have time to react. She could only stare blankly at Qi Yuan as he spoke to the corpse.

"Your head was too big for your shoulders, so I helped lighten your load."

"Is this price enough?"

But Yang Kang was already dead, unable to answer Qi Yuan's question.