Chapter 353: Qi Yuan Fights Old Men and Old Women

Chapter 353: Qi Yuan Fights Old Men and Old Women

A punch, without discrimination, directly struck the mortal world.

The speed of this punch was not particularly fast, but its power was immeasurable.

Many of the Golden Core elders of Dou Shen Sect were utterly shocked.

"A demon! This is definitely a demon!"

"He's here to destroy the sect!"

"Sect Master, kill him!"

True Monarch Sheng Dou's face, however, was filled with even greater shock.

“Ahhh!”

The spiritual energy within him poured out as if it was endless, and his Heavenly Lotus divine ability surged toward the blood-red sky.

For a moment, the sky was divided into red and white.

"Anyone who trespasses upon Dou Shen Sect shall die!"

"Those who slander this god shall be killed without mercy!"

The Ten Kill Tyrant Fist was not open for debate.

This punch contained traces of both immortal divine powers and martial arts techniques.

The killing intent, which Ning Tao had concealed and restrained, erupted at this moment, gathering into a single punch.

This punch, like a Zerg queen seeking its kin, homed in on its target.

Crack!

True Monarch Sheng Dou's divine ability shattered instantly.

The intense killing intent of the Ten Kill Tyrant Fist surged toward his eyes and ears.

In an instant, he heard the cries of ghosts and wolves, and saw countless corpses and skeletons piled up like mountains.

True Monarch Sheng Dou was known for his decisiveness in battle, but even he had never witnessed such a sea of corpses.

Blood uncontrollably gushed from his ears, mouth, and nostrils.

At this moment, he no longer resembled a powerful cultivator, but an ordinary, frail old man.

His face was filled with disbelief and fear.

“What kind of monster are you?!”

“I am a god, a great god!”

Qi Yuan once again threw out his red certification.

True Monarch Sheng Dou was bewildered and powerless.

He couldn't understand why such a powerful and mysterious figure was playing games with him using a mundane, mortal certificate.

Before he could ponder further, the terrifying Ten Kill Tyrant Fist pierced through his body and shot toward the ground.

Boom!

The punch landed, blood shadows appeared, and killing intent boiled.

The elders and stewards inside Dou Shen Tower felt as if the end of the world had arrived.

“Anyone who has killed ten mortals shall die!”

Qi Yuan's voice resonated, like the voice of a god.

In an instant, more than ninety percent of the elders, stewards, and disciples of Dou Shen Sect were enveloped in killing intent.

Behind each of them, a small blood curtain appeared.

This blood curtain acted as a marker, drawing the Ten Kill Tyrant Fist toward them.

The bodies of the elders and disciples in the building began to explode one after another, like firecrackers.

Even when they used all their magic power, they were still powerless to stop it, and could only be obliterated by the punch.

Even among the mortals who had come seeking to become disciples, eight of them were killed by the Ten Kill Tyrant Fist.

The crowd was shaken, and chaos erupted.

In just a few breaths, Dou Shen Tower was like a hellish furnace, rising into a dense mist of blood.

The elders and disciples of Dou Shen Sect who survived were less than one percent.

Standing under the blood-red sky, Qi Yuan was calm. He muttered to himself, "The sects in this game are still too weak."

"Not as good as the Light Palace; at least there, I had to write essays and carefully plan things out."

"Though, I must admit, not having to eat beef does feel nice."

At this moment, Qi Yuan's eyes, behind his mask, swept over the remaining survivors.

Anyone—mortal or cultivator—who was touched by his gaze felt a chill in their hearts.

Outside the blood curtain, a wandering Nascent Soul cultivator trembled violently.

“What kind of realm is this? Is it the Purple Mansion? But it doesn’t seem like it. This isn't a fundamental divine power.”

“If it's not a fundamental divine power, how can it have such strength?”

“True Monarch Sheng Dou was as strong as a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, yet he couldn’t even withstand a single punch.”

His heart was in turmoil, filled with shock, confusion, and fear.

The Dou Shen Sect, which had existed for millennia, was wiped out in an instant.

The blood-robed man spoke again, his voice calm but filled with divine authority.

“I am a certified god!”

“Any other cultivation sect that dares to challenge the authority of a god like Dou Shen Sect will be annihilated without mercy!”

His voice boomed, reaching the ears of tens of thousands of mortals present, as well as those of the wandering cultivators.

The Nascent Soul cultivator who heard this became frozen, then bitterly muttered to himself, “What a domineering god. He destroyed Dou Shen Sect as a warning to us outsiders.”

This Nascent Soul cultivator thought deeply.

For the first time, the people of Gongxing truly felt the cruelty of the cultivation world, where entire sects could be wiped out in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, the Grandpa Delivery Network, with its mission of "spreading love and bringing warmth to the world," was gaining tremendous momentum.

Countless blood samples were being sent to Tianyue.

Qi Yuan busied himself selecting people with good fortune, gifting them a grandpa or grandma.

As for those without such fortune, Qi Yuan wasn’t stingy either.

He recorded personalized voice messages for them:

“Granddaughter, Grandpa is with you.”

“Grandson, Grandpa is still here.”

Everyone who accessed the Grandpa Delivery Network and sent their blood sample received one of these two voice recordings on their phones.

As for why the messages weren't gender-specific, it was because Qi Yuan didn’t assume anyone’s gender.

What if a guy had a delicate body, soft hands, and turned out to be a bit of a “femboy”?

Within a year, the Grandpa Delivery Network flourished and then quickly quieted down.

After all, those who were willing to send their blood had already done so.

As for those who didn’t want to participate, Qi Yuan didn’t force them.

After all, there were many people, and he could always find more "grandchildren" for his Nascent Souls.

Moreover, in the world of the Ancestors, there were still plenty of dead Ancestors waiting for him to "resurrect."

It seemed like he didn’t have enough Nascent Souls to go around.

In just a few years, the Grandpa Delivery Network faded from public attention and was gradually forgotten.

Most people only received a customized voice message and a small payment of five hundred bucks.

As for what the Grandpa Delivery Network really did, very few people understood.

Those who had received a "grandpa" or "grandma," however, were overjoyed and kept their newfound relatives a secret.

Time passed, like rain on the sea, or seasons of pear blossoms blooming and fading. The world moved on, and many years passed.

On Gongxing, more and more people began to accept the existence of cultivators.

The Cultivation Alliance was established, and cultivation academies were founded one after another.

As for martial arts, it became a niche practice.

One by one, martial arts schools closed their doors, replaced by small independent cultivation schools.

Even though martial artists were in decline, the martial arts tournament still continued to be held.

However, the participants were mostly old men, people who had been left behind by the changing times.

They lacked the talent for cultivating immortality but stubbornly clung to the passions of their youth.

The martial arts tournament became even more niche, shrinking within an already small community.

Whenever the finals came around, barely anyone bought tickets.

The martial arts tournament was even mockingly referred to by some as "Fighting the Retirement Home."

For years, the champion of the tournament remained the same person.

His name was Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan, the reigning martial arts tournament champion, had earned the nickname "Old Man Slayer."

As time passed rapidly, Qi Yuan’s opponents in the tournament aged alongside him.

Young people had long since turned to cultivating immortality, with no one willing to stick with martial arts.

Martial arts became a sanctuary for the elderly.

Each martial arts tournament consisted of Qi Yuan fighting old men and old women.

The outcome was never in question—Qi Yuan was always the champion.

How could those old men and women stand a chance against Qi Yuan?

The martial arts tournament slowly faded into obscurity as the spiritual energy on Gongxing grew more abundant.

However, undercurrents were also building.

But these changes had little to do with Qi Yuan.

At this moment, Qi Yuan was completing tasks in the world of death energy.

In that world, Qi Yuan had made quite a name for himself, earning the title "Blood-Clad Madman."

Yes, much like his previous moniker, the "Blood-Clad Sword God."

Why was he called the Blood-Clad Madman? Because every time he entered a mission world, he would first be taken away by the mission's target, and then proceed to slaughter demons.

He would travel across the world, killing demons wherever he found them.

This brought both joy and frustration to those who were tasked with completing missions alongside Qi Yuan.

The good news was that they didn’t have to do any work and could treat it like a leisurely tour.

The bad news was that they had no idea when the Blood-Clad Madman would finish slaughtering all the demons in the mission world. They might be stuck there for a long time.

In one particular mission world, the number of demons was so overwhelming that the Blood-Clad Madman spent five years killing them all.

This also meant that his companions had to wait for five years.

One mission participant even ended up having a child while they were stuck in the mission world.

At this moment, in the mission world...

Amidst a large forest, tall and straight cedar trees stretched out, with many pine needles scattered on the ground.

Ahead was a graveyard that seemed to have no visitors.

However, the graveyard was remarkably clean, clearly maintained by a caretaker who regularly swept the grounds.

A young man in green robes yawned, looking relaxed. As he ate a piece of watermelon, he muttered under his breath.

“I’ve been guarding this grave for three years now, and still no one has come to pay respects. If no one comes, how am I supposed to slaughter their entire family?”