The Wine Immortal lay half-reclined on the ground, unkempt and nonchalant, his eyes reflecting the detachnt of a cultivator beyond worldly concerns.
In the hall, all the cultivators held their breath, watching this scene unfold, their expressions full of shock.
That Wine Immortal—how bold he was!
Everyone knew that this was the Blood-Robed Sword God, a terrifying figure in legend... known for wiping out entire clans.
Could it be that the Wine Immortal truly had sothing to rely on?
Qi Yuan looked at the Wine Immortal, a puzzled expression on his face. "Could it be... that you also sing 'Courage'?"
As he spoke, Qi Yuan casually extended a finger toward the Wine Immortal.
The cultivators present tensed up. Were they about to start fighting? Was the Blood-Robed Sword God testing him?
Several cultivators quickly backed away, and so even fled in a hurry, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
Qi Yuan, still holding his junior sister Jiang Lingsu in one arm, calmly extended a finger toward the Wine Immortal.
The Wine Immortal, still half-reclined, glanced at Qi Yuan's finger, his expression casual. "Young people just can't break bad habits. The body, the soul, they’re re externals. The true strength of a Yin God lies in their divine domain. Who even punches these days?"
The Wine Immortal smirked, and a powerful divine domain spread out.
He was ready to teach this reckless young man a lesson.
He had seen too many like him—those who, after a sudden breakthrough and rapid rise, believed themselves to be the protagonists of this world, unaware of the heavens beyond heavens and people beyond people.
The divine domain surged, and a wine gourd appeared out of thin air.
Surrounded by celestial energy, purple and green vapors boiled as a river of wine descended from the sky, rging with the dust.
It was like the song of the Dao itself, or perhaps an artifact from the realm of the gods.
"With this single gourd of wine, I could drown all of Helan Continent!" The Wine Immortal laughed. "Young man, let give you your first lesson on entering the ranks of the strong!"
His divine domain expanded and spread rapidly.
Still half-reclined, his figure seed to rise above all, majestic and awe-inspiring.
"The divine domain is the foundation of true power. That finger of yours, I’ll take it!"
The divine domain surged toward Qi Yuan, enveloping him completely.
Qi Yuan's expression remained unchanged. He glanced down at Jiang Lingsu beside him, his tone calm. "Junior sister, this is how you squash an ant."
He reached forward with his finger.
It pierced through the wine river.
The powerful divine domain seed defenseless, allowing his finger to penetrate effortlessly.
The Wine Immortal was taken aback. He squinted his eyes. "There’s so skill here. Has he fused his divine domain into his body? But... that’s all there is to it!"
"Let show you six-tenths of my divine domain!"
"Impressive, young man, you’ve got so skill. But I’m not even at full strength yet!"
"Let's go to seven-tenths... Ten-tenths!"
"Ah... sothing’s wrong. You’re wrong!"
The Wine Immortal’s voice changed as his previously arrogant expression shifted to one of terror.
That finger seed untouched by any laws or forces.
His powerful divine domain, which could easily trap even a Great Elder, was completely ineffective against that finger.
That finger felt like it was the only thing in existence.
It was the finger of a god, erasing all beings!
At that mont, the Wine Immortal felt like an ant facing the descending finger of a human—completely helpless, with no power to resist.
He was truly panicking.
"Wait, this is a misunderstanding! You can’t kill !"
"Without , you won’t survive the next great calamity!"
At that mont, he dropped all pretense.
He laid all his cards on the table. He had leverage; he had confidence. The Blood-Robed Sword God wouldn’t dare kill him.
But unfortunately, Qi Yuan didn’t listen to a word.
The finger descended, like the only thing in the heavens and earth, the only thing in all realms.
The divine domain shattered, and the Wine Immortal’s body and soul were instantly obliterated.
A voice filled with contempt echoed in the Wine Immortal’s mind in his final monts.
"The biggest difference between you and an ant is that when I squash an ant, it doesn’t scream. But you do."
That was the last thing the Wine Immortal heard.
His body disintegrated, his soul vanished.
Even in death, he couldn’t understand why Qi Yuan was so strong, or why... he had been killed so decisively.
Shouldn’t Qi Yuan at least have asked him about his backers or what he relied on?
But alas, he died with nothing but regret.
The cultivators present gasped for breath, their eyes wide with shock.
They had just witnessed a battle between gods!
There was none of the grand destruction they expected. There wasn’t even the kind of street-level explosions you'd expect from a Golden Core cultivator or the collapse of buildings from a Foundation Establishnt clash.
Just a single finger had wiped out a powerful enemy.
The cultivators trembled.
That finger had seed so ordinary.
Yet the Wine Immortal’s divine domain, which had felt capable of drowning all of Helan Continent, was effortlessly destroyed.
It was clear now: the Blood-Robed Sword God was the true master of the world!
Jiang Lingsu blinked, feeling a bit smug.
She had long suspected her senior brother’s true identity.
But she had never pushed him to confirm it.
If her senior brother didn’t say anything, she would pretend not to know.
After all, she was a little afraid.
If her senior brother was truly the almighty Blood-Robed Sword God, would he still acknowledge her as his junior sister?
But now, with her senior brother openly revealing himself and holding her close while vanquishing a powerful enemy, it showed that he trusted her.
Her heart raced so fast that, despite her... uh, ample chest, she could still clearly hear it pounding.
Still, she quietly asked, "Senior brother, why didn’t you let him finish speaking? What if he really had so powerful backing?"
She had heard the Wine Immortal’s final desperate cries and couldn’t help but worry for Qi Yuan.
The Wine Immortal clearly seed like soone with a background.
Qi Yuan smiled. "If an ant says others will co to avenge it after it’s squashed, do you think I’d care?"
To Qi Yuan, the Wine Immortal wasn’t worth considering.
Just a minor figure. Killing him was of little consequence.
Jiang Lingsu smiled brightly. "Senior brother... you’re so strong!"
"I am pretty strong, but... sigh, I’m also really poor." Qi Yuan turned his gaze to the pale-faced Wang Yunteng. "Now, hand over the 10.5 billion spirit stones."
Qiong Yunting trembled, too scared to move.
She couldn’t believe that the man she had looked down upon was, in fact, the legendary Blood-Robed Sword God.
The sa Blood-Robed Sword God who had easily destroyed the Bright Palace, slaughtering Yin Gods like they were nothing.
And now, even Yuntian City’s most powerful family, the Feng family, had been wiped out by him.
"Senior, I was deceived by that scoundrel. I truly believed he was a friend of yours, which is why..." The once-arrogant Nascent Soul cultivator knelt before Qi Yuan.
Qiong Yunting also knelt, seemingly pleading for rcy.
She was truly terrified.
"Whether you knew him or were deceived is irrelevant to . I ca here today to borrow money!" Qi Yuan said softly.
His words sent shockwaves through the hall.
Wang Yunteng hurriedly responded, "Please give so ti, Senior! I will surely gather the 10.5 billion spirit stones!"
At this point, giving up their family fortune was the only way to survive.
Considering the Blood-Robed Sword God's reputation for wiping out entire clans, they felt lucky he was willing to take paynt instead of slaughtering them.
Qi Yuan nodded. Looking at the two of them, his expression was calm. "You two are a perfect match. Make sure you stay together forever—don’t even think about breaking up."
Everyone present was confused, feeling like Qi Yuan's words had a strange undertone.
Wang Yunteng hesitated for a mont before taking out a magical artifact from his storage pouch—a lock.
He imdiately used the lock to bind himself and Qiong Yunting together.
"Rest assured, Senior. The key is lost. We’re locked together forever."
Qi Yuan was montarily stunned.
The people of the cultivation world certainly knew how to put on a show.
They really locked themselves together.
"And rember to clean your ears, or your hearing will suffer!" Qi Yuan kindly reminded them again.
This ti, Qiong Yunting didn’t show any embarrassnt, instead expressing relief. "I’ll clean them right away! Imdiately!"
The Blood-Robed Sword God’s words clearly implied he wasn’t going to kill her.
Just then, a regretful voice echoed through the hall.
"You shouldn’t have killed the Wine Immortal."
Everyone turned to see a woman in yellow robes walking gracefully through the doorway.
Her figure was elegant, with alluring curves.
But what caught everyone’s attention was her face.
Or rather, the fact that it wasn’t a face at all—it was more like a blank canvas, a face drawn onto a sheet of paper, with no features.
Seeing this woman, the cultivators in the hall felt a shiver of fear and dread.
"The Painter… It’s you!" Jiang Lingsu exclaid in surprise.
The woman before her was the sa "Strange Painter" she had recomnded to her senior brother.
But now it seed the Painter and the Wine Immortal were connected.
Could they be enemies?
Jiang Lingsu imdiately beca wary of the Painter.
Even though she knew the Painter, it was clear she had to side with her senior brother. In a situation like this, she had to be on the sa team.
Unlike so people, she knew where her loyalties lay.
The Painter glanced at Jiang Lingsu. "It’s been many years since we last t. You’ve had quite the fortuitous encounters. As expected of…"
She didn’t finish the sentence.
Qi Yuan looked at the Painter, his expression calm. "Are you the Painter my junior sister recomnded? Do you have ti to paint a picture for ?"
Qi Yuan went straight to the point.
He was here to have the Painter create a painting.
The Painter regarded Qi Yuan with a strange expression. "Did you not hear what I said? I was acquainted with the Wine Immortal."
"Oh..." Qi Yuan's expression shifted slightly. "So, are you here to avenge him?"
The Painter shook her head. "I cut ties with them a long ti ago.
I’m just saying that instead of asking to paint for you, you should be worried about running away because you’ve killed the Wine Immortal. You’ve brought trouble upon yourself."
"Is that so?" Qi Yuan's interest was piqued. "What kind of trouble?"
The Painter waved her hand, drawing a door in the air.
"It involves heavenly secrets that cannot be disclosed here. Why don’t you co to my place, and I’ll explain everything?"
After saying that, the Painter stepped into the door she had drawn and disappeared.
Jiang Lingsu looked at Qi Yuan, her expression filled with concern.
She regretted bringing her senior brother to et this Painter.
Sothing about the Painter didn’t seem right.
"Co, junior sister, let’s go see what she has to say."
Qi Yuan’s eyebrow twitched slightly as he wrapped his arm around Jiang Lingsu’s slender waist, pulling her close.
Her heart raced, but she didn’t resist, feeling a sense of happiness.
Her senior brother had included her in this matter.
Qi Yuan held Jiang Lingsu close as they stepped through the door.
As they entered, the door vanished, leaving behind a hall full of stunned and shaken guests.
The events of today had been too shocking.
In fact, it felt like more had happened today than in their entire lives combined.
anwhile, Qi Yuan, still holding Jiang Lingsu, descended from the sky.
Jiang Lingsu quickly stepped out of his embrace, her face flushed and her heart pounding.
She looked around curiously.
The surroundings were a vast expanse of white.
Everywhere she looked, there were sheets of paper.
So were hanging on drying racks, while others floated in the air.
In the center was a drying area, while all around flowed rivers of various colors: black, red, green, and even so colors invisible to the human eye. The rivers looked like streams of paint.
At that mont, the Painter was seated on a small stool by a white river, seemingly working on a painting.
"You’ve arrived?"
Her voice was calm.
Qi Yuan, with Jiang Lingsu by his side, walked over. "So, are you going to tell how many ants I’m dealing with?"
The "ants" naturally referred to the Wine Immortal and those connected to him.
In response to Qi Yuan’s description, the Painter furrowed her brow and drew the expression onto her featureless face.
"You have always dedicated yourself to resisting the Great Calamity, so you should know that anyone whose na is inscribed on the Monunt of Myths becos nourishnt."
Qi Yuan nodded. "Indeed."
Once soone reached the level of a myth, their na would be inscribed on the Monunt of Myths, and they would beco food for the Great Calamity.
"The Great Calamity only harvests those who achieve the mythical realm. For the rest of us, as long as we don’t break through to the mythical realm, we won’t be harvested.
But the Calamity isn’t so rigid. In fact, it often focuses on particularly talented 'pigs.'
These 'pigs' will experience fortuitous encounters after reaching the Yin God realm, rapidly increasing in power. Even if they want to suppress their own cultivation, they’ll find it impossible. Eventually, they’ll accidentally step into the mythical realm and beco nourishnt."
As the Painter spoke, she glanced at Qi Yuan.
In her eyes, the Blood-Robed Sword God was one of these "pigs" being fattened for the slaughter by the Calamity.
"There have been many such pigs throughout history.
They all believed they were the chosen ones, blessed by heaven, destined to defy the Great Calamity.
But in reality, they were simply the 'king of pigs,' fattened up by the Great Calamity to be slaughtered."
The Painter’s voice was cold.
Jiang Lingsu seed to understand what the Painter was getting at.
She felt a growing sense of worry for Qi Yuan.
However, knowing her own limited strength and knowledge, she wisely chose to remain silent, not wanting to speak out of turn and cause unnecessary trouble for her senior brother.
"Interesting. So, those who resist are 'pigs.' What about you?" Qi Yuan chuckled.
He had long noticed that the Wine Immortal and this Painter were different from ordinary great elders.
"We… are the pigs who ran away."
The Painter's eyes reflected a sense of loss.
"Once, we were just like you—spirited, believing we were the protagonists of this world.
But over ti, we ca to realize the terrifying nature of the Great Calamity and just how deep the water runs. We felt despair.
Because we found we couldn’t even suppress our own cultivation. Our realms kept rising uncontrollably toward the mythical realm!"
As she spoke, the Painter drew a mocking expression on her featureless face.
"If you can’t even control your own cultivation, how can you talk about resisting the Calamity?
Fortunately, we encountered a benefactor. Her na was Jade Maiden, and she passed down a technique that allowed us to beco a different kind of myth."
The Painter's voice was tinged with sorrow.
A different kind of myth wouldn’t leave their na on the Monunt of Myths, nor would they be harvested by the Calamity.
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