Divine Consciousness Heavenly Audition? You're a Yin God!

"Once we finish this wine, we'll capture that remnant soul together!" Jiang Qingjiao looked delighted, carrying a spirited air of high ambition. This trip to Tianyue had yielded abundant rewards. Not only had he obtained a supreme treasure like Tianfang Demon Blood, but a tremendous opportunity was also within his immediate grasp. "Let us drink to this!" All three present were in high spirits as they downed their wine in a single gulp. Right then, a calm voice abruptly sounded within the private booth. "Oh my, someone actually dares to plot my murder." Their expressions shifted slightly at the sudden interruption. Their divine senses swept out sharply, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice, their spiritual energy surging as they raised their vigilance to the utmost. As the voice faded, two figures materialized inside the booth. A handsome man stood with his arm around a cool, stunning woman dressed in a black gown. An annoyed expression was clearly written on the man's face, while the woman's demeanor was chillingly aloof, radiating a frost that made it clear neither of them was to be trifled with. Yet whenever her gaze fell upon the man beside her, it brimmed with doting adoration. At the sight of the pair, Carefree Wanderer's pupils constricted. He could not sense their cultivation strength at all. The demon man was the same, his guard pushed to the limit. For reasons he could not fathom, the two before him gave him a faint sense of familiarity. Jiang Qingjiao hastily offered a salute. "Could Senior have misunderstood something? This humble one is Jiang Qingjiao of the Battle God Sect." He invoked his sect's name specifically to make this mysterious cultivator think twice. "What misunderstanding? My wife was eating watermelon in our room just now when she suddenly heard people saying they wanted to kill me, so she brought me over," Qi Yuan said lazily. Ning Tao smiled faintly. "My husband speaks the truth. Just moments ago, this one heard someone saying they would execute 'Qi Yuan'." At those words, a glint of murderous intent surfaced in Ning Tao's eyes. The moment she spoke, the double-pupiled man from the Myriad Demons Realm realized something, and his complexion drained of color. "Divine consciousness heavenly audition... You are a Yin God!" Anyone who reached the Yin God realm possessed the ability of divine consciousness heavenly audition. Within a certain range, if someone called out the god's name or even murmured it, the god would sense it. Thus, when dealing with a Yin God, ordinary cultivators would never dare speak their true name, let alone badmouth a deity behind their back. They had only mentioned Qi Yuan in passing earlier, and they had even deployed a sound-isolating array inside the private room, yet they had still been overheard. If that wasn't divine consciousness heavenly audition, what else could it be? Of course, something was still strange about this. Shouldn't divine consciousness heavenly audition only pick up mentions of one's own name? Why had this woman picked up Qi Yuan's name? Generally speaking, did heavenly audition not key into the foremost person in one's heart—and shouldn't that foremost person be oneself? "A deity?" Hearing this, Carefree Wanderer and Jiang Qingjiao were utterly dumbfounded. The woman beside Qi Yuan... was a Yin God? "Exalted Deity, do not misunderstand! This is all a misunderstanding!" Jiang Qingjiao dropped straight to his knees. If the opponent were merely a Divine Infant, he might have been wary, but not terrified. Yet she was a Yin God—on par with the founding ancestor of the Battle God Sect. Before an almighty figure of that caliber, dropping to his knees was his only option. Carefree Wanderer didn't hesitate for a second either, kneeling immediately. "It is all a misunderstanding!" "A misunderstanding? Are you saying my wife has auditory hallucinations?" Qi Yuan said angrily. He naturally trusted Ning Tao without reservation. "N-no..." Jiang Qingjiao's mind was a tangled mess; he had no idea how to explain himself. After all, they truly had harbored killing intent toward Qi Yuan. Who could have imagined that Qi Yuan's wife was an exalted Yin God? Why had such an exalted entity not ascended to the Upper Realm? What was she doing lingering in the mortal lower realm? "Exalted One, we..." "He already announced his affiliation. Your turn," Qi Yuan said, glancing at the double-pupiled man and Carefree Wanderer. He had taken note of the Battle God Sect. The sect had chosen a rather arrogant name, so he would have to pay them a visit and knock some humility into them. He wanted to see what backgrounds the other two possessed. For these three to be bold enough to plot against him, he refused to believe no one stood behind them. "This junior is a solitary wanderer." "I am... a rogue cultivator." "One truth, one lie. Doesn't matter," Qi Yuan said, shaking his head. "Either way... you can all die." "Senior, spare us!" Jiang Qingjiao pleaded desperately, but hearing Qi Yuan's death sentence, his expression shifted drastically. *He's bluffing! What kind of damn Yin God could she possibly be?!* In that instant, Jiang Qingjiao burned everything he had, unleashing his strongest Dao art. Seeing this, Carefree Wanderer also realized there was no hope left besides an all-out strike. Spiritual energy surged around both men, radiating brilliant light. Jiang Qingjiao had reached the Origin Core realm. Carefree Wanderer was an even more legendary powerhouse at the False Infant stage. When the two attacked together, the power was staggering, enough to easily level an entire street. Seeing their display, Qi Yuan yawned. "They look so adorable when they're angry, just like my cat when its fur puffs up." When someone was far too weak, even their rage and indignation seemed endearing to a true powerhouse. "Simply cute to death." Facing the attacking pair, Qi Yuan extended his fist. As the saying went: sheer strength shatters all dharmas. At this moment, he used no Dao arts, relying strictly on physical strength alone. The combined enhancements of the martial and immortal paths on Qi Yuan's physique had reached a horrifying degree. No immortal spells, no blood vitality—pure physical force. Jiang Qingjiao and Carefree Wanderer flew toward Qi Yuan's fist like metal drawn to a magnet. *Thud.* Like watermelons smashing against a sledgehammer, before their heads even made physical contact with Qi Yuan's fist, their skulls shattered like smashed melons. Their bodies tore apart like ragdolls, spraying blood-red stuffing everywhere. It wasn't cotton stuffing, nor was it merely blood. Viewed from an overarching perspective, that single punch had blasted the very souls clean out of Jiang Qingjiao and Carefree Wanderer. "Truly cute to death." Qi Yuan withdrew his hand. Two corpses now lay on the floor. The double-pupiled man trembled violently, his body quivering with terror. "Do you have a younger brother with a supreme bone?" Qi Yuan asked. "N-no..." Baffled, the double-pupiled man answered truthfully. "No?" Qi Yuan sighed in relief. "Then why aren't you cute to death?" With a wave of his hand, the double-pupiled man perished as well. A pair of eyeballs appeared in Qi Yuan's palm. Looking wistful, he recalled a famous saying and couldn't help but recite aloud: "Double pupils were already an invincible path; why borrow another's bone?" ... Battle God Tower was situated amidst the mountains of Fenghai City. The mountain had now been renamed Battle God Mountain. Standing forty stories high, the skyscraper looked completely out of place against the surrounding mountains and forests, appearing extraordinarily conspicuous. Battle God Tower had originally been the most bustling skyscraper in Fenghai City, situated right in the city center. An ancestor of the Battle God Sect took a liking to it and, using immense mighty power, uprooted the entire building and relocated it to Battle God Mountain, making it the sect's stronghold on Arch Star. Back then, this grand feat had even been livestreamed and watched by countless netizens, who showered it with praises of awe. Because of this spectacle, the Battle God Sect enjoyed vastly greater fame in Qinyuan Kingdom than other sects. After all, no other sect had shown off quite so brazenly. This monumental act also ensured a never-ending stream of aspirants arriving every day seeking entrance into the sect. Stretching across Battle God Mountain was an unbroken line of disciples hoping to apprentice and learn the arts. At this moment, Shen Yang stood inside Battle God Tower feeling like an utter nobody, dressed in washed-out, faded clothes. Whenever he saw someone approaching, he reflexively bowed his back. It was a habit ingrained from years of navigating society. "Your talent is mediocre at best, bottom-tier," said the young man approaching him. His expression was haughty, dripping with the arrogance of an immortal cultivator. "You failed the entrance test." "Thank you for informing me, Immortal Master." Shen Yang smiled bitterly, disappointment filling his eyes. This time, he had spent several hundred yuan to come to Fenghai City, waiting in line on Battle God Mountain since midnight last night, only for this to be the result... It stung deeply. It seemed he truly was good for nothing. He couldn't make money, lacked any cultivation talent, and had zero hope left in life. "However..." The young man shifted his tone. "A senior martial brother took notice of you and felt you were quite hardworking. He is willing to give you a chance to follow him as a sword slave." "A sword slave?" Shen Yang gritted his teeth, his expression shifting. The word "slave" spoke for itself. In the sect, such a role ranked no better than an odd-job handyman disciple; even if killed by one's master, no one would bat an eye. "If you miss an opportunity like this, you won't get another. With your low-grade talent, you wouldn't even qualify as an odd-job disciple in other sects," the young man continued. "That senior brother only offered you a chance because he felt a connection." In truth, most of what the young man said was a lie. Shen Yang's talent actually met the Battle God Sect's baseline criteria for admission. However, having caught that senior brother's eye, the senior brother had pulled strings with a deacon, leading to this current charade. The young man had deliberately misreported Shen Yang's talent solely to pressure him into becoming that senior brother's servant disciple. Seeing this, Shen Yang thought of his elderly parents and his hopeless life. "I..." Before he could finish, the arrogant young man cut in, "Don't be in such a rush to agree. Becoming Senior Brother's sword slave isn't so simple. After all, your talent is very poor. "Well... you only need to donate one million Qinyuan coins to become Senior Brother's sword slave. "Don't think one million Qinyuan coins is a lot. Once you become an immortal cultivator, you'll earn it back in a year. "Judging by your appearance, you probably don't have much cash, but you must own a home in the city, right? Sell your house and invest in cultivation—it's a guaranteed win." The young man seemed certain he had Shen Yang trapped, bringing up money directly. He had pulled this routine several times already, and it never failed. The rich didn't care about a million, the middle class would grit their teeth and pay, and the poor would sell everything they owned to give their kin a chance at advancement. To his surprise, upon hearing this, Shen Yang's expression turned firm. "I'm sorry, I don't have the money. Let's forget it. It seems I am simply not fated for the immortal path." Anything else might have been negotiable, but asking for money was an absolute no-go. Never mind whether he even had a million; what little money he had left had to be saved for his parents' old age. The immortal path was fraught with danger. If he spent a million just chasing a dream and wound up dead, what would happen to his parents without a cent to support their retirement? So he refused decisively. The young man's expression froze, clearly not expecting this outcome. "Shen Yang, you'd better think this through carefully. You won't get another chance like this. You will be completely cut off from the immortal path forever." "I've made up my mind." Want money? Not a chance! Shen Yang's answer was blunt. The young man's eyes flickered with a flash of murderous intent. In that case, Shen Yang could forget about leaving the Battle God Sect alive. After all, if Shen Yang went to another sect to test his aptitude and exposed what had happened here, things would get messy. "It seems you truly have no destiny with our Battle God Sect," the young man sighed, patting Shen Yang on the shoulder. A peculiar fragrance transferred from his hand onto Shen Yang's clothes. The young man had marked him so that once Shen Yang got further away, he could personally eliminate him. In any case, Battle God Mountain was vast; a few people dying wouldn't matter, right? Even if trouble arose, the sect would smooth it over. Parting with the young man, Shen Yang walked out of Battle God Tower with a crestfallen expression. The sun outside was blinding. Holding his phone, he prepared to book a return ticket; if he hurried, he could still make it back in time to deliver takeout for the afternoon and evening shifts. Every bit of money he could earn mattered. Yet just as he unlocked his phone, a notification caught his eye. He tapped open the video notification, his expression freezing for a moment. "Do you lack love?" "Do you lack care?" "Has it been a long time since you last saw your grandfather or grandmother?" In the video message, a mechanical voice resonated with emotional warmth. Shen Yang found himself thinking of his own grandparents. However, both had passed away when he was very young. "Today, you will be lonely no longer." "Grand opening special for the [Send-a-Grandpa Network]! Anyone participating in our [Send-a-Grandpa] campaign who meets the criteria will be gifted one or more grandfathers or grandmothers. "And if you do not meet the criteria, the [Send-a-Grandpa Network] will not be stingy—we will generously call you 'grandson' or 'granddaughter'..." Hearing this, Shen Yang felt completely bewildered, wondering if this was some elaborate prank. But the moment he heard that line—"grandson" and "granddaughter"—his expression shifted abruptly. The voice was simply too familiar! *Isn't that him?!* Nearly a year ago, Shen Yang had come across an account suspected of belonging to an immortal cultivator. That cultivator had posted a video—displaying, well, three marriage certificates. At the time, the video featured the man's voice saying one simple sentence: "We're married." Back then, Shen Yang had followed the account, even spent a large sum tipping him, and plucked up the courage to leave a comment. Regrettably, nothing had ever come of it. He had watched that video over a hundred times, knowing the young man's voice better than anyone. Now, this warm, affectionate voice calling people "grandson" and "granddaughter" was that very same person! His heart began to race. Hurriedly opening other apps to search for "Send-a-Grandpa Network," he was astonished to discover that every major app, platform, and even game splash screens displayed the words: "Send-a-Grandpa Network Launched." "This..." He drew in a sharp breath of cold air. Every trending topic was covered with news about "Send-a-Grandpa Network Launched." The young people hoping to join the Battle God Sect were clearly seeing the news about the [Send-a-Grandpa Network] as well, and a buzz of discussion broke out. "Hey, what's with this Send-a-Grandpa Network? A hacker prank?" "Delivering grandpas? That's ridiculous!" "Comes completely out of nowhere, totally absurd." "Qinyuan Channel One is actually broadcasting it too! Has the world finally gone as insane as I always imagined?" "Are they trying to take advantage of us?" "What does gifting grandpas and grandmas even mean?" "Doesn't sound like a good thing. They're asking us to mail in blood—could it be aliens collecting our DNA?" "I bet some old fogey from the Seven Martial Stars has failing health and needs a donor match, so they're collecting blood types worldwide to find one! Otherwise, why would this stingy country be willing to subsidize us five hundred yuan?" "The authorities have finally dropped the act." The moment the [Send-a-Grandpa Network] went live, discussions erupted everywhere, along with all manner of wild guesses and skepticism. Nobody knew what this was actually about. Holding his phone, Shen Yang felt a deep tremor in his chest. He faintly sensed that this might be an opportunity. After all, the person he had followed back then clearly was no ordinary man; he was an immortal cultivator. He had existed even before the Three Realms descended. Most importantly, judging by that man's brief remarks, he didn't seem like some wicked villain. Otherwise, after selling a cultivation manual, he wouldn't have thoughtfully stated that it had already been sold. *Should I give it a try?* Shen Yang contemplated. After all, this didn't cost a million. At worst, it would only cost his life. Yet it might offer hope... to embark upon the immortal path. That was far better than spending a million to become a sword slave in the Battle God Sect.