Shen Yang was thrilled.
"This person was actually the champion of last year's Martial Arts Tournament!"
On the homepage of the Send-a-Grandpa Network, a line of small text stated that the site's founder was named Qi Yuan, champion of the previous Martial Arts Tournament.
Shen Yang remembered that tournament champion vividly; the man had once obliterated his opponent with a single punch.
However, very few videos had circulated back then, and they were all blurry. Shen Yang had never gotten a clear look at Qi Yuan's face, nor had he clearly heard his voice.
"Go to a designated hospital for a blood draw and mail it in?"
Opening the website, Shen Yang immediately saw that there were quite a few hospitals in Fenghai City capable of handling the blood draw and delivery.
Without the slightest hesitation, he prepared to leave at once.
Originally, he had planned to unlock an electric scooter to ride down the mountain, but upon second thought, he gritted his teeth and decided to spend a bit more to hail a cab.
He found an intersection and began hailing a ride.
Just then, a familiar voice called out.
"Shen Yang, where do you think you're going?"
Shen Yang turned his head and saw a familiar figure.
It was none other than the young disciple he had encountered earlier at the Battle God Sect.
"I... I'm heading to the hospital to send my blood to the 'Send-a-Grandpa Network,'" Shen Yang blurted out instinctively. Looking at the young man, his eyes held a trace of confusion, along with a touch of wariness. "Why has the immortal master come here?"
A flicker of murderous intent flashed through the young man's eyes. "Just out for a stroll."
Right at that moment, a voice filled with cheerful delight rang out.
"Looks like the Send-a-Grandpa Network is doing quite well. We've barely launched and people are already off to mail in their blood. This world truly lacks warmth and love."
As the words fell, a young man clad in blood-red robes appeared. A bright smile rested upon his handsome face, one so warm and refreshing that it seemed capable of dispelling all the wickedness in the world, like a gentle spring breeze.
The blood-robed youth was, of course, Qi Yuan.
After leaving the death qi pocket dimension, he had asked Ning Tao for help in neutralizing and concealing the killing intent around him.
As a result, ordinary mortals looking upon him would not sense any suffocating bloodlust.
Qi Yuan's sudden appearance left Shen Yang stunned for a moment, but that quickly turned into pleasant surprise. "You... you're Qi Yuan, the founder of the Send-a-Grandpa Network!"
Showing no surprise, Qi Yuan nodded. "Seems the Send-a-Grandpa Network is operating nicely. A random encounter, and I stumble upon someone who barely meets the criteria. Hey, brother, are you lacking a grandpa? How about I give you a grandpa right here on the spot?"
Qi Yuan was exceedingly enthusiastic as he hawked his grandpas.
Hearing this, Shen Yang grew excited. "I am! Mr. Qi, actually, when you got married last time, I even sent you a congratulations message!"
Shen Yang seized every possible opportunity to get on Qi Yuan's good side.
Qi Yuan's expression shifted slightly. "You're that gay guy who had a crush on me? I'm not into dudes, my sexual orientation is completely normal!"
Shen Yang was utterly dumbfounded by this response, failing to grasp Qi Yuan's logic. He rushed to explain, "Mr. Qi, you've misunderstood! My sexual orientation is completely normal too!"
At this point, the young disciple of the Battle God Sect frowned. Glancing at Qi Yuan, he said coldly, "Brother, Shen Yang and I still have some urgent business to discuss."
He was in a hurry to get back and needed to kill this mortal quickly. Seeing that Qi Yuan seemed intent on chatting endlessly with Shen Yang, he couldn't help but intervene.
Shen Yang started, looking toward the young disciple. "Immortal Master, I no longer wish to join your esteemed sect. Surely we have nothing left to discuss?"
He was politely refusing.
From the start, he had sensed something odd about this disciple's sudden appearance.
"If I say we have business to discuss, then we discuss it!" Ever since stepping onto the immortal path, the young man had grown arrogant and conceited, looking down upon mortals with supreme condescension. His voice brooked no argument.
Qi Yuan turned his calm gaze upon the disciple. "You really lack compassion. He's starved of love right now, starved of a grandpa. I'm trying to deliver him a grandpa, and you dare try to stop me?"
The murderous intent in the young disciple's eyes intensified. Sweeping his gaze over the surroundings, his tone turned icy. "You want a grandpa? Nothing could be simpler—I'll send both of you straight to hell to see your grandpas!"
Spiritual energy surged within his body. Murderous intent flared in the Battle God Sect disciple's heart; he would slaughter both of them on the spot.
Hearing his words, Qi Yuan's expression changed slightly. "You know, interpreting the Send-a-Grandpa Network that way is actually quite interesting. Deliver grandpas to good people, and send bad people straight to hell to see their grandpas."
"Lunatic!" Dropping that single insult, the young man struck directly at Qi Yuan.
"Mm, before exterminating a sect, a little appetizer is quite nice."
Qi Yuan extended his fist and tossed out a casual punch.
Contempt surfaced in the young disciple's eyes.
A puny mortal dared throw a punch at someone who had embarked upon the immortal path?
Yet in the very next breath, a cloud of blood mist burst into existence out of nowhere.
That young man... was pulverized into a cloud of blood mist by a single punch from Qi Yuan.
***
Ten minutes later.
At Battle God Tower, clamor filled the air as the crowds swelled ever larger.
Those seeking to join the Battle God Sect numbered well over ten thousand.
Braving the scorching sun, these people waited in long queues. Some paid extra to take the express channel and proceed directly to testing.
Suddenly, a flash of bloody light swept across the vault of heaven.
In that instant, the sky turned a deep, bloody crimson, as though an immense blood-red curtain had blanketed the heavens.
Everyone waiting to enter the sect reflexively looked up.
"What's going on?"
"Why did the sky turn red?"
"Is it bleeding?"
"When things are this abnormal, a demon must be at work!"
"Say what you will, it's actually pretty cool and breezy now!"
As the blood-red curtain replaced the canopy of the sky, sunlight gave way to a crimson glow. Every face was bathed in red, and the blistering heat vanished.
"Judging by this, could it be like in TV shows where someone comes to crash the sect?"
The crowd buzzed with chatter. Some watched with curiosity as though enjoying a spectacle, while others looked on in horror.
A wave of panic rippled through the gathered masses.
Right then, a dense pillar of white light shot straight up from the top of Battle God Tower.
A lotus woven entirely from white radiance flew forth, massive as a small mountain.
The white lotus was translucent and pure as jade, resembling a celestial relic.
As it soared into the sky, the budding petals blossomed as if greeted by a spring breeze. In an instant, countless petals surged upward, hurtling toward the bloody curtain.
Streams of immortal arts and waves of spiritual energy crashed against the bloody canopy.
A layer of white was cast across the heavens, making the sky as bright as day.
"Holy crap, is this for real?"
"That's so magnificent!"
"Movie CGI can't hold a candle to this!"
Unfortunately, though countless petals struck in unison, they failed to pierce through the blood curtain.
A vast, heavy voice resonated across the expanse.
"This humble Daoist is Saint Battle True Monarch, Master of the Battle God Sect. Which fellow Daoist has come to my sect? Show yourself at once!"
Above Battle God Tower, a white-haired elder materialized, his form ethereal and clad in golden robes.
At the sight of him, everyone present grew thrilled.
"It's actually the Sect Master!"
"The Sect Master is here, so the Battle God Sect will surely be safe!"
"So this is the Sect Master, this is a Divine Infant! He's too powerful, like a heavenly god!"
Countless people looked upon Saint Battle True Monarch with admiration and awe.
Not long ago, a video of the sect master relocating Battle God Tower to Battle God Mountain had gone viral across the internet. Many regarded him as a living god.
Seeing this living deity in person naturally filled them with fervor.
Just then, an opening tore through the crimson sky, and a blood-robed figure emerged.
Standing aloft in midair, he wore a red mask that concealed his features.
However, between the robes and the overall styling, one look was enough to tell he was an archfiend.
The hearts of the onlookers leaped into their throats.
In contrast, the disciples and elders of the Battle God Sect were invigorated.
With the Sect Master present, what petty scoundrel would dare run wild?
Saint Battle True Monarch narrowed his eyes as he looked at the newcomer. "Fellow Daoist's aura is unfamiliar. Why have you come to cause trouble for my Battle God Sect?"
Thoughts raced through his mind as he tried to see through Qi Yuan's background, yet everything appeared a complete blur.
He was baffled; the Battle God Sect did not recall provoking such a formidable adversary.
The wind blew, rustling the blood-robed figure's garments. When the man in the sky spoke, his voice sounded ethereal, like heavenly music.
Evidently, he had disguised it.
"Your Battle God Sect has a terrible name."
The moment those words rang out, shock rippled through the surroundings.
The disciples of the Battle God Sect laughed out of pure fury.
"What insolence!"
"He couldn't even be bothered to make up an excuse before picking a fight—he must be an archdemon!"
Saint Battle True Monarch seemed to possess a mild temper, showing no anger at Qi Yuan's words.
"The name of the Battle God Sect was bestowed by our founding ancestor in accordance with the Heavenly Dao. What is wrong with it?"
"If it were good, your sect's name wouldn't have provoked me. Your sect is called the Battle God Sect—'battle god, battle god.' Now that I, a God, have arrived, does that mean you want to battle me? Of all things to name yourselves, you had to choose 'Battle God'? Isn't that deliberately targeting this God? Change your name immediately, and if this God happens to be in a good mood, I might spare your lives." Qi Yuan's voice was chilly, brooking no argument and dripping with intense murderous intent.
"A coward hiding his face dares proclaim himself a god?" Saint Battle True Monarch sneered inwardly.
"How am I not a god?" Beneath the blood-red robes, Qi Yuan blinked. "Want me to show you proof that I'm a god? If you see it and acknowledge me as a god, you'd better hurry up and change the Battle God Sect's name."
"Hmph, this True Monarch would love to see what kind of god you claim to be!" Saint Battle True Monarch stood suspended in midair, keeping his guard up.
Just then, a gust of wind swept by, and a little red booklet appeared before him.
Saint Battle True Monarch started.
This red booklet... was proof of being a god?
Another gentle breeze blew, flipping the little red booklet open.
Saint Battle True Monarch froze, then gritted his teeth, his expression twisting with rage. "Men... tal... pa... tient!"
Inside the red booklet, the words *Mental Patient Certificate* were clearly visible.
"See that? Am I a god or not? Your sect's name provoked me. If you change it now, you might still live. Otherwise, just like that Jiang Qingjiao who spoke ill of me behind my back... go and die."
By this point, many elders and deacons within Battle God Tower had also made out the text inside the red booklet.
Their expressions turned to shock, bewilderment, and sheer disbelief.
"A psychiatric patient certificate?!"
"Outrageous! This fellow dares to make fools of us!"
"A mere mental illness certificate, and he dares use it as proof of divinity!"
They understood now: this man had come solely to stir up trouble.
All that talk about being a "god" was nothing more than an excuse.
Saint Battle True Monarch was also thoroughly enraged, killing intent surging in his eyes. "This old man has not slain someone of the same realm in a hundred years. It seems... today calls for a massacre!"
Qi Yuan hovered in midair, a look of perplexity in his eyes. "What, you don't acknowledge me as a god? Are you looking through tinted glasses? Professional discrimination? Discriminating against mental patients? Where does it say a psychiatric patient can't be a god?"
Qi Yuan was genuinely irritated.
What era was this? Everyone was equal, yet people were still looking down on mental patients. Why couldn't a mental patient be a god?
When these words reached the ears of the Qinyuan people gathered below to seek apprenticeship, they were utterly dumbfounded.
"Proof of divinity... is a psychiatric certificate?"
"I brought binoculars, originally planning to... I never expected to use them for this, but it really is a mental patient certificate, I recognize it!"
"A mental patient... is a god?"
"This guy is unbelievable!"
"Looks like he was too lazy to think of an excuse and just picked a fight with the Battle God Sect!"
"This conduct is practically that of an archfiend!"
The crowd buzzed with speculation.
Just then, a voice drenched in killing intent echoed across the grounds.
"If fellow Daoist wishes to seek trouble, you may say so directly. Is it truly amusing to toy with this old man like this?"
Killing intent erupted from Saint Battle True Monarch's eyes.
The cultivation of the Battle God Sect centered entirely upon the word "battle."
Back in the Fire Spirit Realm, Qi Refinement disciples would venture into the mortal world for tempering. This tempering meant battling mortals to hone their intent of battle. Rather than calling it a battle, it was more like slaughtering mortals at whim to temper their spiritual energy.
Consequently, every disciple of the Battle God Sect possessed billowing murderous intent.
In the Fire Spirit Realm, the Battle God Sect was considered a demonic sect.
In his youth, Saint Battle True Monarch had achieved fame by slaughtering thirty thousand mortals in an entire small city while merely at the third layer of Qi Refinement, earning him status as a true disciple.
Later, as his cultivation advanced, he had always upheld that concept of "battle."
Unlike cultivators who knew only bitter seclusion, Saint Battle True Monarch possessed exceptionally rich combat experience, frequently fighting enemies above his cultivation realm.
Though he was merely at the mid Divine Infant realm, he was capable of contending even with late Divine Infant cultivators.
One could say that in the Fire Spirit Realm, Saint Battle True Monarch ranked among the first-tier powerhouses.
He held absolute confidence in his ability to execute the enemy before him.
Not to mention, he had brought along the foundational treasure left by their founding ancestor, an artifact capable of slaying Purple Mansion realm cultivators, transporting it all the way from the Fire Spirit Realm into this world.
This world had a massive population—more than ten times that of the Fire Spirit Realm—which perfectly aligned with the Battle God Sect's path of battle and slaughter.
"Today, this old man shall show the world that the Battle God Sect cannot be insulted!"
A formidable aura swept out as lotuses bloomed one after another from Saint Battle True Monarch's hands.
These lotuses formed at astonishing speed, spreading rapidly until they enveloped his entire body.
Meanwhile, outside the blood curtain, a Divine Infant cultivator watching the scene gasped in shock. "Saint Battle True Monarch's opening move is his ultimate divine ability, Million Sacred Lotuses! This divine ability targets the divine soul specifically and possesses boundless might; ordinary late Divine Infant cultivators wouldn't dare take it head-on. He is truly out for blood!"
This Divine Infant was a rogue cultivator who had noticed the disturbance at the Battle God Sect and rushed over to watch.
Beside him stood other rogue cultivators, all looking on in shock.
"To think we'd actually witness a battle between Divine Infants!"
If Qi Yuan had noticed them, he would certainly have praised the game's commentary NPCs for their dedication, traveling so far just to provide live commentary.
At the moment, however, Qi Yuan wasn't looking at them. His gaze was fixed entirely on Saint Battle True Monarch.
"I have to say, your sect is quite sensible. You knew to pull out your ultimate move right from the start. Otherwise, I'd have to kill handyman disciples, then outer disciples, inner disciples, true disciples, deacons, elders, grand elders—it'd be never-ending. You sent your sect master out directly, which saves me the trouble so I can swat you dead in one slap. This God... will send you to see your grandpa!"
Qi Yuan felt once again that his phrasing was remarkably witty.
That last sentence had a double meaning.
"My grandpa is still alive! As for you... go see your own grandpa!" Saint Battle True Monarch roared.
Boundless lotuses flew toward Qi Yuan.
Across the horizon, countless lotuses detonated one after another, creating a dazzling sea of blossoms.
Qi Yuan hovered in midair, his blood-red robes flapping in the wind.
"My wife just taught me a new move recently. Perfect timing to try it out."
Ten Slaughters Tyrant Fist!
Qi Yuan threw a direct punch, smashing violently toward the earth.
In that instant, the crimson curtain in the sky plunged downward as if the heavens had shattered, hurtling toward the ground below.
This punch had been created by Ning Tao using the bloody killing intent on Qi Yuan's body as a foundation, and then adapted by Qi Yuan himself.
The Ten Slaughters Tyrant Fist was true to its name.
It was an indiscriminate attack, yet it possessed a filter.
Any living being that had brutally slaughtered more than ten humans would perish beneath this fist.
High above, the bloody celestial canopy coalesced into a single fist.
Endless bloody aura surged and churned.
The punch crashed straight down!
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