He Is Truly Mad, Slaying the Yin God's Envoy!

Hearing Great Sun Flame Emperor's words, Qi Yuan felt a warm glow inside. "If any Yin God moves against me, I will be sure to mention Lord Feng's name." His fellow group members truly were wonderful. Unfortunately, he was still too weak right now and could only cling to the experts' coattails, unable to solve problems for them. Ending his chat with Great Sun Flame Emperor, Qi Yuan switched to his Blood-Robed Sword God account. Indeed, this account had received many new friend requests. "Is this the Eastern Lands Society Master of the Divine Flower Society? As expected of a big shot, he doesn't even bother changing his ID." He accepted the request from the account named "Eastern Lands Society Master of the Divine Flower Society." Before long, a message arrived. "Fellow Daoist Blood-Robed Sword God, do you have a moment?" "I do." "I never imagined that our Divine Flower Society's Eastern Lands branch would gain an expert of your caliber, Fellow Daoist Blood-Robed Sword God." Right from the start, the Eastern Lands Society Master showered him with praise. This made Qi Yuan a little embarrassed, so he asked straightforwardly, "Why has Society Master sought me out?" "Could your feud with the Palace of Light be put to rest?" Seeing this, Qi Yuan grew displeased. "The Palace of Light and I share a blood feud. It cannot be put to rest!" Was this Eastern Lands Society Master of the Divine Flower Society here to act as a lobbyist? "It is merely a minor grievance, Fellow Daoist. Why not let it go? You are strong, but two fists cannot fight four hands. Dozens of Purple Mansion cultivators from the Palace of Light are gathered together, led by three late-stage Purple Mansion masters. Going there would merely be throwing your life away." The Eastern Lands Society Master was speaking the truth, which was also the consensus among nearly all Purple Mansion cultivators. Presently, almost every powerhouse believed that the feud between the Blood-Robed Sword God and the Palace of Light would end unresolved, lasting until a Yin God emerged on one side. First, the Blood-Robed Sword God was too powerful and had no attachments; the Palace of Light could not deal with such a lone cultivator in the short term. Second, the Palace of Light's foundation was immense. Now that they had pulled back into defense, going to their doorstep to provoke them would be seeking death. "I already posted that I would wipe out the entire Palace of Light. If I don't go now, wouldn't I lose an enormous amount of face?" Qi Yuan replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world. This answer left the Eastern Lands Society Master completely stumped. "If you are willing to reconcile, Fellow Daoist, the three Palace Masters of the Palace of Light will personally apologize to you. The Palace of Light will also offer... a number of cultivation arts and various treasures," the Eastern Lands Society Master continued. "The specific terms of compensation must be negotiated between you and the people from the Palace of Light. In ten days, atop the Flying Immortal Tower, the Palace of Light will host a Hundred Immortals Banquet to offer apologies to you. At that time, you may send a wisp of an avatar to discuss the finer details of the compensation with their Palace Masters." Hearing this, Qi Yuan was amused. Was this still the haughty and unyielding Palace of Light he had known? "I still preferred how arrogant and untamable they looked at the beginning." An arrogant, aloof, noble, untouchable white moonlight only stirred a stronger desire to conquer, didn't it? "If they want to negotiate with me, halt the Hundred Nations Blood War first, and then have every single one of their Purple Mansion experts slit their own throats." Qi Yuan immediately opened his mouth wide with an extortionate demand. The Eastern Lands Society Master fell silent. Could this even be called peace talks? "Blood-Robed Sword God, are you truly unwilling to meet and talk?" The Society Master's tone carried a hint of helplessness. "Are my demands excessive? If they aren't even willing to commit suicide, they have zero sincerity. Reconcile my ass!" "A meeting? Skip the Flying Immortal Tower. In seven days, I will personally visit the Palace of Light's headquarters. Tell them to wash their necks and wait," Qi Yuan declared domineeringly. Having said that, he entered the Divine Flower Society forum and published a post: *In Seven Days, I, the Blood-Robed Sword God, Representing Justice, Shall Raze the Palace of Light!* His intent to eradicate the Palace of Light this time had gained support from many people. Qi Yuan had finally issued his death notice. After posting, Qi Yuan felt refreshed and invigorated. "The Palace of Light should all be cowering at their headquarters now. This is the perfect chance to wipe them out in one fell swoop." Once the post went live, many comments quickly appeared underneath. "Is Senior for real?" "We are witnessing history!" "Senior is mighty! I've been sick of the Palace of Light for ages." "Senior, wouldn't it be better to reconsider?" Looking at the comments below, Qi Yuan's fighting spirit surged. "As expected, the hearts of the people are with me, and righteousness is on my side." However, when he saw some comments predicting doom and listing the immense power of the Palace of Light to argue that the Blood-Robed Sword God could never wipe them out, Qi Yuan's expression soured a little. "Why isn't there a mute button?" "Even if they make some sense, it's just irritating to look at." At this moment, Qi Yuan realized that it was fortunate he was not an emperor. If he were an emperor, he would definitely be a foolish tyrant who could not bear to hear any lengthy words of loyal advice. Qi Yuan thought for a moment and replied to his die-hard fan, Little Li of Fox Cave: "When the Palace of Light is wiped out this time, you will share a fraction of the credit." In a distant land, Little Li of Fox Cave stared blankly at her screen. "Big shot, I only came to cheer you on! Don't drag me into this!" Even though the place she was in was exceedingly far from the Palace of Light, earning an enemy for no good reason was never a good thing. ... With that single post, all of Cuiyun Continent was shaken. Across Cuiyun Continent right now, the most heated topic in every tavern, inn, pleasure den, and painted pleasure boat was the final battle between the Palace of Light and the Blood-Robed Sword God. The Blood-Robed Sword God had claimed he would raze the Palace of Light in seven days, catching many people completely off guard. None of them could fathom why the Blood-Robed Sword God dared to do such a thing. Even the foremost expert beneath the Yin God realm in the Eastern Lands, Pavilion Master Old Man Wutian of the Ascending Heaven Pavilion, would not dare claim he could eradicate the Palace of Light. Where did the Blood-Robed Sword God get the nerve? Most low-level cultivators verbally supported the Blood-Robed Sword God, but no one believed he could actually win. After all, even though the Blood-Robed Sword God had slain nine of their Purple Mansion experts, the Palace of Light still possessed over fifty Purple Mansion cultivators, including three in the late Purple Mansion stage. Add to that their ten thousand years of heritage—what did the Blood-Robed Sword God have to fight them with? At this time, Qi Yuan emerged from his cave abode, intending to soak in the sun. A voice drifted into his ears. "This Blood-Robed Sword God and Junior Brother Qi Yuan must both belong to the Obsession lineage. Otherwise, it makes no sense for a Purple Mansion powerhouse to claim he would personally march upon the Palace of Light and raze Lingxiao!" The speaker was none other than Kang Fulu. Jiang Ya stood nearby, her brows tightly furrowed, seemingly pondering something as well. Hearing Kang Fulu's words, Qi Yuan immediately felt disgruntled. "Senior Brother, is it possible that the Blood-Robed Sword God will unleash his boundless might and wipe out the Palace of Light?" "Impossible!" Kang Fulu shook his head. Jiang Ya spoke up as well. "Master once said that the Palace of Light possesses heritage at the Yin God level... Even he could do nothing against the Palace of Light. For the Blood-Robed Sword God... it will be difficult. The waters here run very deep, and I cannot foresee the final outcome either. However, the result of this matter has nothing to do with us. We should still focus on preparing for the Eastern Lands Heavenly Pride Roll." Hearing this, Kang Fulu's expression turned solemn as well. The Eastern Lands Heavenly Pride Roll, opening in half a month, was the true priority. He still had to strive to accomplish the task entrusted to him by his father-in-law, the Sect Master of the Divine Light Sect. Qi Yuan continued basking in the sun, murmuring softly, "No wonder the Palace of Light has run rampant and flourished for so many ages—because everyone in the world fears Yin Gods. But I am not afraid. I have a Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, a Stellar Golden Core, and even Lord Feng. What does a mere Yin God amount to?" After sunbathing for a while, Qi Yuan felt bored. It was time to go back and continue adapting cultivation arts. The progress on the *Qi Yuan Scripture* still needed pushing forward, didn't it? Looking at Xiao Jia obediently nibbling on blood crystals beside him, Qi Yuan could not help asking, "Do you think I can wipe out the Palace of Light?" Xiao Jia halted her movements, her sleeve lightly pulling at Qi Yuan's hand as she nodded vigorously. A smile instantly broke across Qi Yuan's face. He embraced Xiao Jia's slender waist. "As expected, you're the one with discerning eyes, Xiao Jia!" The trace of irritation Qi Yuan had felt earlier completely vanished. Seven days later. Amidst an endless expanse of mountain ranges, Qi Yuan stood clad in a blood-red robe, a single sword strapped to his back. Endless blood-colored qi swirled around the blade. Xu Yeli was draped in a black robe, holding a suona horn in his hands, an uneasy expression on his face. When he first heard that the Blood-Robed Sword God claimed he would eradicate the Palace of Light, he had been utterly shocked. Although he had previously heard the Blood-Robed Sword God vow to destroy the Palace of Light, he had never taken it seriously. Yet this time... it was for real? "What a pity. When I eradicate the Palace of Light, there is only you to play music for me," Qi Yuan said, looking at Xu Yeli with genuine regret. Without three hundred Sovereigns playing music, he always felt something was lacking. Hearing this, Xu Yeli's heart trembled with apprehension. *He's still thinking about musical accompaniment even now? This Blood-Robed Sword God truly is an eccentric divine figure!* "Senior, when do we depart?" Xu Yeli's feelings were complex. Truth be told, he felt faint of heart. This time was different from before; they were heading straight for the headquarters of the Palace of Light. If the Blood-Robed Sword God fell, he would surely die as well. "Both of us are here. We depart now." With that, Qi Yuan soared into the sky. Gritting his teeth, Xu Yeli hurriedly followed, flying toward the Palace of Light. At this moment, across various immortal mountains and major cities, countless eyes were fixed on the headquarters of the Palace of Light. When they saw the long rainbow of blood qi cutting across the sky, everyone was startled. "The Blood-Robed Sword God has come." "He actually dared to go!" "Sigh, regardless of the outcome of this battle, his name will surely go down in history." "I hope the Blood-Robed Sword God kills a few more Purple Mansion masters from the Palace of Light before he dies." "Don't get too close, lest we get caught in the crossfire." Yet high in the firmament, Qi Yuan suddenly halted his steps. Directly ahead of him, an immortal carriage blocked his path. The carriage was drawn by six Purple Lightning Wild Lions at the Divine Infant realm, presenting a magnificent and imposing sight. From within the carriage came a haughty, domineering voice. "Are you the Blood-Robed Sword God?" "I am." Qi Yuan's expression was frosty. Having his path blocked put him in a foul mood. "By decree of the Yin God, the feud between the Palace of Light and the Blood-Robed Sword God shall end here." The carriage curtains were drawn back, and a snow-white arm reached out, presenting a golden, glowing decree before Qi Yuan's eyes. Engraved on the decree was a massive character for "God," radiating a terrifying aura. Anyone who laid eyes on that character—be they Divine Infant or Purple Mansion—felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness bloom in their minds. Hearing this, Qi Yuan was instantly amused. "Which Yin God?" Inside the carriage, the woman in the palace dress frowned slightly, displeased by Qi Yuan's tone. "Venerable Yeqiong of Heaven and Earth Cave!" Before returning to the Palace of Light, the Grand Palace Master had visited this Yin God at Heaven and Earth Cave. "Never heard of him," Qi Yuan said lazily. "He's not a cop, nor is he a judge. He has no authority over me." Behind Qi Yuan, cold sweat broke out across Xu Yeli's forehead. *The Blood-Robed Sword God's audacity is simply too immense! That is a Yin God!* Hearing this, the woman in the palace dress could no longer contain herself and stepped out of the carriage. Her phoenix eyes burned with overbearing arrogance. "You dare disobey the Venerable's decree? You are courting death!" In the several thousand years she had served Venerable Yeqiong, which Purple Mansion cultivator did not treat her with the utmost deference upon seeing her? Before a Yin God, those Purple Mansion cultivators humbled themselves into the dust. Qi Yuan's attitude provoked deep indignation within her. "I'm courting death?" Qi Yuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent. "I think you're the one courting death!" He had been flying along just fine, his momentum like a torrential rainbow, ready to smash through obstacles and raze the Palace of Light in one breath, only to be stopped midair. And by an overbearing, bossy auntie, no less. How could he not be furious? Now she even dared to threaten him? The woman in the palace dress was stunned, looking at Qi Yuan in utter disbelief. "The Venerable took pity on your talent and sought to dissolve the grievance to spare your life, yet you are truly too foolish to recognize it! Fine, Blood-Robed Sword God, I will faithfully report everything you said today to Venerable Yeqiong!" With that, the woman flicked her sleeve to re-enter the carriage. Her heart surged with murderous intent, but unfortunately, she was no match for the Blood-Robed Sword God. Otherwise, with her temperament, she would have struck right then and there. Naturally, once she returned, she would embellish the report before Venerable Yeqiong. By then, the Blood-Robed Sword God would be a dead man. At this moment, all the Purple Mansion and Divine Infant cultivators witnessing this scene were shocked, murmuring amongst themselves. "The Blood-Robed Sword God is far too fierce. That is an envoy of a Yin God, yet he offends her just like that!" "If he weren't this fierce, would he dare march on the Palace of Light's headquarters?" "What a pity. Offending Venerable Yeqiong means that even if he somehow survives his assault on the Palace of Light today, there will be no place left for him in the Eastern Lands." Yet in the very next breath, their shock turned to pure horror. A voice thick with murderous intent echoed across the heavens. "Did I say you could leave?" "The person may go, but the corpse stays here!" The moment Qi Yuan spoke, he struck. The blood-colored longsword unsheathed, blood qi billowing to the heavens. The origin divine ability of the Virtual Realm Sovereign's Inner Demon Summons followed the blood-colored blade, transforming into a streak of bloody light that pierced straight into the woman's chest. The woman in the palace dress wore an expression of total disbelief, looking like a serial flirt whose simp had suddenly turned against her. "You... are mad..." She could not comprehend it. How did the Blood-Robed Sword God dare! She was an envoy of a Yin God! "Die!" Qi Yuan struck with his sword once more. An ultimate move, followed by a basic attack—a mere mid Purple Mansion cultivator died at Qi Yuan's hands. With a flick of Qi Yuan's hand, the woman's storage bag flew into his grasp. Qi Yuan took a look inside, and his face instantly broke into a wide grin, all his previous rage dissolving away. "Splendid kill, marvelous kill, an utterly fantastic kill!" This woman in the palace dress was loaded! Her storage bag actually contained two Heaven-grade arts. Looking down at her mangled corpse, Qi Yuan wore an expression of self-reproach. "I'm sorry. If I had known you were so rich, I wouldn't have raised my voice at you just now." Qi Yuan tried to squeeze out a few little pearls of tears, but unfortunately, none came. He could only attribute it to the fact that this white moonlight was not worth investing such deep emotion into. At this moment, every cultivator watching fell into dead silence. The Blood-Robed Sword God had slain an envoy of a Yin God? He was leaving himself no way out whatsoever! Regardless of the outcome of today's battle against the Palace of Light, the Eastern Lands would hold no sanctuary for the Blood-Robed Sword God. Qi Yuan naturally knew nothing of their thoughts. Even if he did, he would not care. Looking at the immortal carriage, he recalled what Great Sun Flame Emperor had said earlier. When facing a crisis involving a Yin God, he could invoke Lord Feng's name. And so, facing the immortal carriage, he calmly uttered two words: "Lord Feng." Having said that, Qi Yuan turned into a rainbow of blood and vanished. ... Inside the Palace of Light, fifty-six Purple Mansion experts had gathered. Everyone wore a solemn expression. Bathed in radiant brilliance, the Grand Palace Master showed a look of astonishment in his eyes. "The Blood-Robed Sword God... has slain Venerable Yeqiong's envoy." "What?" Third Palace Master Zi Ran's expression shifted drastically before turning into delight. "He is seeking death!" The Second Palace Master's voice was gentle and refined. "No wonder he dared to come to our Palace of Light's headquarters. He isn't playing dumb—he is truly mad." If he were not truly mad, how could he dare commit such an act? Even Old Man Wutian probably would not dare charge straight into the headquarters of the Palace of Light, much less kill a Yin God's envoy on the way. "Sigh, what bad luck, offending such a madman." The Second Palace Master sighed, seemingly lamenting the nine Purple Mansion cultivators who had died. "After we slay the Blood-Robed Sword God this time, I will personally take his corpse to pay my respects to Venerable Yeqiong," the Grand Palace Master stated. Since the Blood-Robed Sword God had offended Venerable Yeqiong, eliminating him naturally presented an opportunity to leverage that connection. Among the Purple Mansion cultivators present, some felt invigorated, while others remained burdened with worry. The Grand Palace Master's gaze ran deep. Hidden within his sleeve, the Sovereign Shocking Dragon Crown lay dormant. This was his greatest reliance. It was also the foundation that had allowed the Palace of Light to stand for ten thousand years. Even a Yin God would not casually make an enemy of the Palace of Light. However, this Yin God artifact remained incomplete; only through the tempering of the Hundred Nations Blood War could it be perfected and wielded normally like a true Yin God artifact. Before that, it was best kept unused if possible. Today, the Grand Palace Master did not wish to deploy it. "We offered him a chance to reconcile. Since he refused and came to throw his life away, we can only oblige him," Third Palace Master Zi Ran said, her voice filled with indignation. The Palace of Light had shown immense sincerity, even offering an apology, yet the Blood-Robed Sword God not only rejected it but came to court his own death! This was what every cultivator present was thinking. "He's here." Just then, an urgent voice rang out. The fifty-plus Purple Mansion cultivators all raised their heads and looked toward the horizon. A swath of red filled their vision. Wherever the rainbow of blood passed, terrifying killing intent surged. The killing intent was so thick that it seemed to dye the sky red. The blood-red firmament looked eerie and ghostly, instilling an inexplicable terror in the hearts of all who beheld it. Qi Yuan stood suspended in the void, clad in a blood-red robe, extraordinarily handsome. The blood-colored sword upon his back seemed to tremble, eager to break free of its scabbard and drink deeply of the world's blood. He swept a glance across the towering Palace of Light ahead and said lazily, "Those who leave the Palace of Light right now will not be killed by me today." Inside the headquarters of the Palace of Light today, there were no weaklings; the weakest among them were at the Divine Infant realm. At these words, Third Palace Master Zi Ran sneered disdainfully. "What big talk!" Qi Yuan cast a sidelong glance at Zi Ran. "I brush my teeth every day, so my breath isn't big at all. You, on the other hand, probably haven't brushed yours in hundreds of years—it stinks so bad it's choking me. Is bad breath your origin divine ability? Your origin divine ability is truly powerful; it actually hurt me." Zi Ran's face flushed between green and red, leaving her capable of only one retort: "Sharp-tongued brat!" The many Purple Mansion and Divine Infant cultivators below looked at Qi Yuan with grave expressions; none possessed his carefree ease. It seemed this battle was unavoidable. Blood clouds pressed down upon the palace. Over fifty Purple Mansion cultivators along with over a thousand Divine Infant experts arrayed themselves within the formation, their expressions inevitably taut with tension. Qi Yuan scanned the thousand-odd cultivators present. Seeing the vast sea of white hair, a satisfied smile appeared on his face. "The Palace of Light truly lives up to its name as the foremost power of Cuiyun Continent—every single one of you is an old man I like." Qualified old men, qualified white moonlights. He snapped his fingers. Behind him, Xu Yeli tremblingly lifted the suona horn. This was the first time he had ever faced so many Purple Mansion experts. A bleak, wailing suona melody resounded at this moment. The chilling atmosphere reached its absolute peak. "Time to kill!" A cruel smile emerged in Qi Yuan's eyes.