Chapter 162: Spiritual Energy is Toxic

Chapter 162: Spiritual Energy is Toxic

Qi Yuan was somewhat disappointed that he didn't get the answer he wanted.

"May I ask, how many Great Sovereigns are there in the Canglan Realm?" Qi Yuan asked, looking at the woman in white with great anticipation.

He had finally encountered someone qualified to be his ideal, his "white moonlight." How could he not take full advantage of her?

The woman in white spoke in a low voice, "There might be, or there might not be.

Faced with the great calamity, even the Great Sovereigns dare not show themselves.

What difference does it make whether they exist or not?"

She didn't have high hopes for the future of the Canglan Realm. The only chance of survival was to leave the Canglan Realm and follow that path.

"Perhaps you should leave with me, and escape this land of strife," the woman in white urged once more.

Because that path was filled with danger, it would be very difficult for her to walk it alone.

Qi Yuan smiled silently, making his attitude clear.

The woman in white sighed, "Even the Great Sovereigns dare not face the great calamity; how can you... Alas."

"Is the great calamity really that terrifying?" Qi Yuan couldn't help but ask.

"The great calamity itself is terrifying, but what's even more terrifying..." The woman in white looked up at the sky, at the countless stars, "Is that above it all, there are immortals and gods."

The woman in white had stayed in the Canglan Realm for nearly ten thousand years. Although she had never seen a Great Sovereign, she vaguely sensed that there must be one lurking in the Canglan Realm.

Yet, in the face of the great calamity, these Great Sovereigns remained unmoved, hiding away like turtles.

For one, they feared the calamity; for another, they feared the immortals and gods above it.

Otherwise, if the immortals and gods descended, how could the Canglan Realm possibly resist?

Qi Yuan also looked up at the countless stars, glanced at the moon, and his thoughts wandered.

Suddenly melancholic, his eyes then brightened with a new idea.

"Since you're leaving the Canglan Realm anyway, do you have anything you don't need? Maybe have a clearance sale?" Qi Yuan looked at the woman in white with anticipation.

After all, she was a powerful Yin God.

The resources of such a figure were exceedingly vast.

Worth a thousand Young Master Breaking Wolf!

No, Breaking Wolf was nothing in comparison. Truly, there were no names in this world wrongly given— "Breaking Wolf" was just scrap metal and couldn't compare to a yin deity at all!

The woman in white was momentarily stunned as she looked at Qi Yuan. "It's all just worthless stuff that may be useless to you."

"I'm not picky." Qi Yuan rolled up his sleeves, showing off his muscles, "I'll take anything— I'm big and strong, looking thin in clothes but all muscle underneath."

The woman in white was at a loss for words. After thinking for a long time, she finally waved her hand.

A jade pendant fell into Qi Yuan's hand.

"Since we've met by chance, take this jade pendant. Go to the extreme north, find any inn, and show this to the innkeeper.

You just need to state your request, and the innkeeper will do their best to fulfill it.

If you have the time, please look after my sect..." the woman in white sighed.

Compared to survival, a sect that had existed for nearly ten thousand years was not much.

She was only holding onto a bit of sentimentality.

After all, once she left, other forces would certainly covet her sect, so it might as well go to the Blood-Robe Sword God.

Qi Yuan glanced at the jade pendant, his face beaming, "When someone gives you something, you have to take care of it! I'll take good care of it!"

He couldn't even imagine what it would be like to consume all the resources of a yin deity.

"Farewell, until we meet again," the woman in white said, and her figure slowly disappeared by the lakeside.

Qi Yuan looked at the lake, his gaze clear. "A great calamity that even the Great Sovereigns dare not face is indeed troublesome.

The main issue is, according to that powerful being, the calamity could summon help— immortals and gods from the heavens!

A group of immortals and gods ganging up on a little Golden Core cultivator like me?"

A scene instantly appeared in Qi Yuan's mind.

Him, a Golden Core cultivator, battling countless immortals and gods!

"One star wouldn't be enough to handle that, would it?"

"No, I have to find a way to summon help too, or maybe even stars. Let's see who can summon more and stronger forces!"

...

Returning to Chuangguo, Qi Yuan landed on the city wall.

A map of the Mo Luo army camp had already appeared in Qi Yuan's hands.

He looked at the few people beside him and couldn't help but sigh, "As expected, a powerful being is generous, handing over their sect's resources before fleeing."

As he spoke, Qi Yuan gave a pointed look at Jiang Ya.

It seemed like he was hinting that she should be more generous too.

Jiang Ya was slightly stunned. "What powerful being?"

The Blood-Robe Sword God possessed resources on par with an Yin God. How powerful must someone be for Qi Yuan to call them a powerful being?

Could it be another Yin God?

"An Yin God." Qi Yuan didn't hide the truth, as the woman had not asked him to keep it secret. "She said that a great calamity is approaching and that she's planning to run away, to leave this place."

"Run away?" Da Zhi Zhenjun's expression turned rarely stern. "She won't be able to. Does she really think she can avoid the great calamity by leaving the Canglan Realm?"

"Oh? Why do you say that?" Qi Yuan looked at Da Zhi Zhenjun.

"Based on my years of observation, I've discovered a terrifying truth." Da Zhi Zhenjun's face turned serious.

Qi Yuan's heart tightened.

Everyone present also looked at Da Zhi Zhenjun, their curiosity piqued.

Although Da Zhi Zhenjun was known for being eccentric, he was truly a prodigy, or else the Old Man Wu Tian wouldn't have wanted to take him as a disciple.

Everyone watched as Da Zhi Zhenjun, with a heavy expression, opened his mouth: "Spiritual energy is toxic!"

Jiang Ya was momentarily stunned.

Xu Tongchen was bewildered.

"According to my observations, everyone who uses spiritual energy for cultivation ends up dead.

Therefore, spiritual energy is toxic!" Da Zhi Zhenjun said solemnly.

Jiang Ya couldn't help but retort, "Cultivating to the level of a Great Sovereign grants near-immortality, living as long as the heavens and earth. Great Sovereigns also use spiritual energy for cultivation, so why haven't they died of old age?"

"Have you ever seen a living Great Sovereign?" Da Zhi Zhenjun asked quietly.

Jiang Ya was at a loss for words. "...No, I haven't. But I haven't seen a Yang God either. Does that mean Yang Gods don't exist?"

Da Zhi Zhenjun looked up at the countless stars in the sky. "Who knows if they exist or not?"

Qi Yuan, however, was deeply shaken.

He didn't know if spiritual energy was truly toxic.

But the cultivation techniques of the Canglan Realm definitely had problems.

After cultivating, one would become food.

This Da Zhi Zhenjun was truly a genius!

Suddenly, Qi Yuan thought of Blue Star.

Everyone on Blue Star who had ever inhaled oxygen had died.

Does that mean... oxygen is toxic too?

Everyone was playing the suona, except her, which felt awkward.

Right now, she felt very strange.

She could barely understand why Da Zhi Zhenjun would join the suona group.

But later, when they went to other countries, and the Blood-Robe Sword God casually mentioned it, people from all walks of life— from commoners to nobles— eagerly signed up to join the Blood-Robe Sword God's band.

It was as if joining the band had become a lifelong honor.

She really wanted to tell one of the band's emperors:

"You're an emperor, and you're running off to play in a band?"

She couldn't understand it.

That emperor, whom she had only seen a few times, was clearly a ruler of great ambition.

And this is what he chose?

"Senior, what exactly did you do to them to make even emperors want to play the suona for you?" Jiang Ya had spent enough time with Qi Yuan to understand his personality, so she spoke more boldly.

"Isn't it normal for an emperor to play the suona?

I've even seen a carpenter emperor.

I've also seen some countries where comedians become leaders." Qi Yuan replied casually.

Now, there were only a few weeks left until he would fully control the heavenly laws.

And he was getting closer and closer to the Moon Dynasty.

But instead of excitement, he felt a sudden apprehension about returning home.

Just then, Zhao Ci from the suona band stepped forward, speaking respectfully, "Senior, a divine envoy from our Faceless God Sect wishes to meet you. He says he has urgent news to deliver."

Qi Yuan perked up.

A die-hard fan?

"Let him come over." Qi Yuan was always enthusiastic about meeting fans.

Before long, a middle-aged man in black embroidered robes appeared. He glanced at the Blood-Robe Sword God, a trace of confusion flashing in his eyes, "Greetings, Senior!"

"Oh? What is it?"

"Senior, according to information from our Faceless God Sect, the Mo Luo race has taken notice of you and plans to send five fifth-stage cultivators to besiege you.

Please leave this place immediately, or you risk being trapped here," the divine envoy from the Faceless God Sect said.

At the same time, he felt a strange sense of kinship toward the Blood-Robe Sword God, an otherworldly being. This was something he had never felt before.

"Five Purple Mansions, huh?" Qi Yuan sighed helplessly, "Why are otherworldly cultivation techniques so weak?"

Otherwise, these five Purple Mansions could have been five "white moonlights."

The kind he liked to blow up.

Qi Yuan reflected on this.

He decided that from now on, any potential "white moonlights" must be from the Canglan Realm.

"Senior, please conceal your identity. Our Faceless God Sect can use a special passage to escort you to the Moon Dynasty!" the divine envoy said seriously.

If they were to protect the Blood-Robe Sword God to the Moon Dynasty, the Faceless God Sect's external members would likely serve as decoys, and their sacrifices could be significant.

The divine envoy knew that every member of the Faceless God Sect was unafraid of death and willing to fight for the Wangyue Continent!

"I'll go to the Moon Dynasty, but there's no need for you to escort me." Qi Yuan didn't take the five Purple Mansions seriously.

The divine envoy became anxious upon hearing this.

The senior didn't want to go with him?

He was desperate to persuade him further.

But then he saw the Blood-Robe Sword God look up at the sky and say slowly, "It's too late to leave now because... their people have already arrived."

Qi Yuan had already sensed the arrival of the Mo Luo race's powerful beings.

Unfortunately, none of them were "white moonlights" that could send him cultivation techniques. Qi Yuan was disinterested.

The blood-red sword behind him, sensing the arrival of powerful enemies, let out a resonant hum.

The divine envoy's face turned ashen. "So soon? We're doomed."

Five fifth-stage cultivators— how could the Blood-Robe Sword God possibly withstand them?

Everyone present would likely die here.

But then, a deep, thunderous voice echoed, causing the divine envoy's face to drain of all color.

Because... he saw an Yin God!

A god from legend!

"Jie jie jie, good thing I came. Otherwise, you five would just be giving him more experience points.

This one is clearly no ordinary late-stage Purple Mansion!"

Mo Hui Sovereign, standing fifteen meters tall, appeared, looking down at Qi Yuan with a mocking expression, like a cat toying with a mouse.

The five Purple Mansions, standing beside Mo Hui Sovereign, felt a chill in their hearts.

They followed Mo Hui Sovereign like mere sidekicks.

At this moment, everyone who saw Mo Hui Sovereign felt an inexplicable sense of dread.

It was the instinctive fear of a weaker creature facing a stronger one.

Especially the divine envoy, who had turned deathly pale.

With an Yin God taking action, the Blood-Robe Sword God had no chance of reaching the Moon Dynasty.

Qi Yuan, however, looked up and down at the Yin God, feeling helpless, "You, a mighty Yin God, bullying a little Golden Core cultivator like me— how thick is your skin?"

"What an amusing human. Upon seeing me, your first thought wasn't to kneel and beg for mercy.

Could it be that you really... have something wrong with your head?"

"You're the one with something wrong! Your whole family has something wrong with their heads!" Qi Yuan couldn't stand it anymore.

If an Yin God insulted him, he had to insult them back.

Mo Hui Sovereign didn't get angry; instead, he continued to watch Qi Yuan with interest.

But the five Purple Mansion cultivators beside him couldn't hold back, "Offending a god— such a crime is punishable by death!"

"Sharp-tongued, prepare to die!"

Not far away, Jiang Ya watched this scene, her eyes filled with shock and curiosity. She wanted to know what the Blood-Robe Sword God's trump card was.

At this moment, Qi Yuan shrugged helplessly and snapped his fingers, "Play the music, play something cheerful."

This time, no mourning tunes.

Da Zhi Zhenjun, standing behind him, picked up the suona and began to play.

The others from the Wangyue Continent seemed unfazed by the god's pressure. Under the god's watchful gaze, a lively, slightly out-of-place tune began to play.

Jiang Ya stood silently by.

Facing an Yin God... and they're playing music.

This Blood-Robe Sword God is truly extraordinary!

No, even those second- and third-stage cultivators playing the music are extraordinary!

After all, who would dare provoke a god like this?

Even a Purple Mansion wouldn't dare.

But these people did!

She couldn't make sense of it!