Chapter 404: Senior, What's Your Son-in-Law's Name?

Chapter 404: Senior, What's Your Son-in-Law's Name?

The sky was on fire, the earth was torn asunder, and the sun and moon lost their light...

No words could describe this battle.

Qi Yuan, having entered the Purple Mansion, had reached the pinnacle of the Greater Heaven Rank Yang Immortal in terms of combat prowess, even before the Archstar moment.

At that time, he had merged with four thousand Divine Infants, slaying the Eastern Lord who was half a step away from the Great Ultimate Truth Realm.

Of course, this had nothing to do with the Eastern Lord's trump card, which was completely useless against him.

In terms of divine energy and Dharmic bodies alone, he was even stronger than a small Great Ultimate Truth Realm Yang Immortal.

Now, he stood before the gods and buddhas, charging into the midst of the Three Thousand Great Tribulations.

The slaughter continued!

Blood flowed!

Chaos was torn apart!

As far as the eye could see, there were only enemies, enemies everywhere!

Since becoming a Primordial Core, Qi Yuan had never experienced such an intense battle.

The demons and monsters in the Shan Hai Hui Juan were dealt with in a single sword strike?

The demons outside the No Return City could only block one sword strike?

At this moment, facing the Primordial Core of the Great Tribulations, the battle raged on until the heavens collapsed.

There was no instant kill, nor was there a single sword strike to slay them all!

It was all a collision and contest of divine energy! Qi Yuan, who had not been injured in a long time, was also wounded in this battle.

Fragments of chaos from the Primordial Core of the Great Tribulations kept falling into the Netherworld, transforming it into a special place.

Qi Yuan's four thousand Divine Infants, once Primordial Gods, were also besieged by the Primordial Core of the Great Tribulations, bleeding and falling into the Netherworld.

"Kill!"

Qi Yuan's eyes were already dyed red with blood, and his blood-red armor-clad body charged into the Primordial Core of the Great Tribulations, slaying gods and buddhas alike.

Heaven Slashing Sword Technique!

Death Radiance!

Dominant Power!

He used these three great skills in rotation.

He did not hide his strength, and the battle was extremely fierce.

Perhaps it was because of the chaotic nature of the Great Tribulations, there was no fear of retreat.

Even though Qi Yuan's side had an absolute advantage, outnumbering and overpowering their opponents, not a single Primordial Core of the Great Tribulations retreated, panicked, or fled.

They were like merciless combat machines, giving their all.

It was because of this that even with the advantage, the Great Tribulations did not show signs of collapse, still responding with their strongest stance to the Primordial Gods of the myriad heavens.

This battle lasted for a full ten days.

During those ten days, the fighting between heaven and earth did not cease.

All cultivators and mortals could not see a corner of the battle, only judging by the blood and the invisible chaos.

The blood became more and more intense, and the chaos gradually diminished.

All the cultivators breathed a sigh of relief, and the mortals' hearts trembled with awe, numb yet accustomed.

In the void, Qi Yuan's blood armor had long since faded, and his long robe was dyed red with blood.

And this blood came from him and the Divine Infants.

The chaotic Great Tribulations ahead were reduced to only the strongest few.

In their eyes, there was no fear or despair.

"In the end, do you still have lines to recite?" Qi Yuan's killing intent surged.

This battle was too intense, even the suona band and the mourners had to pick up weapons and join the fight.

Qi Yuan's Divine Infants were also exhausted.

The Six Yu stood behind Qi Yuan, majestic and noble, their bodies infinite.

The chaotic Great Tribulations finally spoke, their voices in unison.

"Power is the Great Tribulation!"

"The Nine Heavens have no future!"

"Can you... really eliminate the Great Tribulations?"

There was a hint of gloom in the voice of the chaotic Great Tribulations.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was speechless: "I shouldn't have let you speak, and you're still playing the riddle game?"

The chaotic Great Tribulations' expression remained unchanged, and there was no fear of death.

At this moment, Qi Yuan said, "Hehe, if it were someone else, they might be intimidated by your riddle game, feeling troubled.

But I'm sorry, I'm just not a thinker by nature.

My brain has long been stored away! What's the point of thinking so much? As long as I'm strong enough, the Great Tribulations will have to bow down to me!"

"Kill!"

Countless divine energy erupted at this moment, and the slaughter began again, ending in half a quarter of an hour.

The entire sky was transformed into a blood-red color.

This blood-red was from Qi Yuan's long robe and the endless blood of the Divine Infants.

The sky turned into a single blood-red color, and the chaos finally disappeared.

Countless cultivators and mortals looked up at the sky.

The clashing and rumbling sounds came to an abrupt halt, and the divine energy vanished, leaving a silent stillness.

The sky seemed to have become an ancient battlefield, and the previous battle seemed like a mere projection of history, a fleeting moment in the grand scheme of things.

"Is it over?"

"Did we win?"

Countless cultivators and mortals looked up at the sky, some with tears of joy.

When they saw the Great Tribulations devouring others, they had already felt some fear.

It wasn't because of the number of people... disasters could still befall individuals.

Many mountains collapsed, and many cities were shattered.

The false sense of security was torn apart by blood, and now, it was held up by that blood-red figure!

Countless cultivators celebrated and shouted.

"Blood Robe Sword God!"

"Qi Yuan, eliminate the Great Tribulations!"

But there were also Great Venerables and Yin Gods with shocked expressions, which then turned to concern.

In the Canglan Realm, it seemed that the Qi family had claimed dominion over it.

Great Sage Zhenjun's eyes flashed with wisdom, "Humans are most prone to worrying about the world, but they are unaware that the world's worries are endless."

"Now that we're cultivating, it's better to let go of such concerns."

At this moment, high above the heavens, Qi Yuan, clad in a blood-red robe, revealed a weary expression in his eyes.

In this battle, 327 Divine Infants had shattered, and over 3,700 were injured.

Currently, all the Divine Infants had returned to their original bodies.

As for the Canglan Realm, due to this battle, the number of sentient beings affected and killed had reached tens of millions.

Qi Yuan turned his gaze towards the Netherworld, sighing softly, "Fortunately, I left marks on them all. Given enough time, the Divine Infants can be revived, and the deceased... can be brought back to life."

Before the Great Calamity, Qi Yuan slowly toured the Canglan Realm, turning its sky crimson.

He observed the mountains, rivers, and even insects, leaving marks on all living beings.

With these marks, even if the Canglan Realm's inhabitants were killed by the aftermath of the battle, they could still be revived.

Of course, this revival couldn't isolate the kind of mark left by Taohuang Palace.

Even if they revived, the mark would remain.

Moreover, if they died because of the mark, the Netherworld couldn't revive them.

Therefore, at present, the Canglan Realm could only exist within Qi Yuan's Purple Mansion, separated from the outside world.

"So tired."

At this moment, Qi Yuan felt an infinite weariness.

Four thousand Divine Infants had fought with all their might.

All the mental exhaustion was concentrated within him.

All beings were part of him, and the Primordial Gods had transformed into Divine Infants. In a sense, these Divine Infants were also a part of him.

Thus, the weariness from this battle was the collective exhaustion of all the Divine Infants.

The injuries from this battle were also the collective wounds of all the Divine Infants.

Currently, he was more exhausted than ever before, even more tired than when he fought the old man in the Land of Death.

"I should return... and take a nap."

Qi Yuan glanced around.

The fragments of the Chaos Calamity had transformed into a strange land.

If it were the Qi Yuan of the past, he would have rushed to investigate what was inside.

But now, he was too tired and weary; he needed to rest.

The blood-red light vanished, and the crimson sky of the Canglan Realm faded away.

The sun and moon, shining upon the blood-red armor, and the countless stars like fireflies, all disappeared from view.

In the Canglan Realm's sky, only ten suns could be seen.

In the tower, Jiang Lingsu seemed to sense something. She lifted her skirt and flew towards the blood-red figure.

The thick, unmasked blood scent filled the air, and in the blood-red figure's eyes, there was a hint of weariness and chaos.

"Eldest Senior Brother!" Jiang Lingsu looked at him, covered in blood, her eyes filled with surprise and concern.

"I'm so tired, just a short rest." Qi Yuan whispered, his voice light as if he could fall asleep at any moment.

He had reached the pinnacle of exhaustion, and the tension in his mind eased slightly.

"Sleep." Jiang Lingsu looked at Eldest Senior Brother, her hand unconsciously grasping Qi Yuan's palm.

She adjusted her position, sitting on the doorstep, leaning against the doorframe.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, his body naturally assuming a sleeping posture, resting his head on Jiang Lingsu's lap.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

Jiang Lingsu held Qi Yuan, slightly moving her body to make him more comfortable and better supported.

She looked down at Qi Yuan's handsome face, covered in blood, her gaze filled with concern, but she said nothing.

Qi Yuan kept his eyes closed, sleeping peacefully, only the faint sound of his breathing breaking the silence.

Sunlight slanted through the eaves, landing on Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu's bodies, casting beautiful shadows.

The world became tranquil, silent and still.

After an unknown period, a sound like thunder suddenly reverberated.

"Where's Qi Yuan? Where did he hide? I'm here!"

Jiang Ruohua finally arrived at the Fengtian Domain, flying towards the tower.

He looked around and saw a young man and woman sitting on the doorstep.

The young man wore a blood-red robe, his body covered in blood, lying in the girl's embrace, fast asleep.

He was anxious, about to speak, when he heard Jiang Lingsu's faint, ethereal voice, tinged with complaint.

"Keep your voice down, Eldest Senior Brother is sleeping, Father."

Jiang Ruohua witnessed this scene, and all her anger dissipated.

"Sigh..."

He sighed, his figure disappearing.

His daughter had spoken to him in such a tone, addressing him as "Father" at the end. How could he be the bad guy? When that boy wakes up, I'll give him a good scolding!

Don't think that sharing a name with the Blood Robe Sword God or being injured gives you free rein!

Jiang Ruohua left, grumbling, and sat quietly in the wine hall below.

"It's quite a coincidence that this boy and the Blood Robe Sword God share a name and both wear blood-red robes." Jiang Ruohua muttered, sipping wine.

He naturally wouldn't believe that Qi Yuan was the one who withstood the Great Calamity, nor had he ever associated the two.

As the Blood Robe Sword God was too distant and lofty, Jiang Ruohua couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and envy. In her imagination, such beings would endure a million years of bitter cultivation, residing in the Immortal Realm and partaking in immortal nectar.

The Seven Emotions and Six Desires? They likely severed those long ago.

What merit or virtue did her daughter possess to catch the attention of the Blood Robe Sword God?

"Ah, daughters grow up and leave their fathers," Jiang Ruohua sighed as he drank alone.

But as he continued drinking, he felt something amiss.

For some reason, numerous cultivators began to appear in this establishment one after another.

Why were they cultivators?

Because these individuals moved without making a sound, not emitting the slightest noise.

After these cultivators arrived, they didn't engage in any conversations either. Instead, they took out their own wine and slowly drank in silence.

Even Jiang Ruohua, a Divine Infants True Monarch, hadn't noticed their presence.

Jiang Ruohua couldn't help but marvel, "The Fengtian Domain is indeed a grand domain. One can encounter powerful cultivators so casually."

He drank quietly, not daring to make the usual sounds of appreciation he was accustomed to.

The cultivators in the establishment were all silent, not making a peep.

This made Jiang Ruohua feel a bit embarrassed and ashamed.

He decided that after returning, he must write a travelogue titled "Jiang Ruohua's Journey in the Fengtian Domain" to record the high-quality conduct of the cultivators here.

Indeed, the establishment was bustling with high-level cultivators, yet not a sound was heard.

Their manners were truly exceptional.

At this moment, two male and one female cultivator approached Jiang Ruohua.

The leader among them transmitted, "Brother, may we sit by your side?"

As he spoke, he also looked around at the other seats.

Jiang Ruohua glanced around as well and was startled.

Unbeknownst to him, all the seats had been taken?

The Fengtian Domain's business was thriving. Perhaps he should expand the Jiang family's ventures here?

"Sure," Jiang Ruohua quickly replied via sound transmission.

The cultivators here were so well-mannered that he didn't dare speak loudly, resorting to sound transmission.

Upon hearing this response, Wang Ling Tong sat down with Wang Ling Shan and the others.

At this moment, their eyes held a hint of anxiety.

"The cultivators from the grand domains truly have excellent manners," Jiang Ruohua transmitted, his voice carrying a hint of admiration.

Wang Ling Tong's eyes showed concern, and he said, "Brother, you're so carefree and living a carefree life."

"Carefree my foot!" Jiang Ruohua exclaimed, "Do you know that my daughter has been taken away by a young man! Today, she even scolded me because of him. It's infuriating!"

Wang Ling Tong was taken aback by this revelation.

Weren't all the cultivators here to pay respects to the Blood Robe Sword God? Why was this person rambling about personal matters?

"Once a daughter is married, she's as good as gone," he could only console him vaguely.

"Hmph, I've traveled all the way from the Eastern Lands to marry my daughter. If that young man dares to lay a hand on me when he wakes up, I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget!" Jiang Ruohua grumbled, his initial resentment turning into boasting.

It was as if he was saying, "Look, my son-in-law is quite formidable."

"A mere realm difference is nothing. Is there any reason for a son-in-law to raise his hand against his father-in-law? If he dares to do so, I'll stand up for you!" Wang Ling Tong casually assured him.

"You're right. Ah, the people from the grand domains indeed have manners.

If there were so many high-level cultivators gathered in our family's vicinity, they would likely start arguing and fighting." Jiang Ruohua said, scanning the well-mannered cultivators around him.

Wang Ling Tong was speechless.

Brother, you're pretending to be clueless, aren't you?

The esteemed ones were above, and who would dare speak loudly in their presence?

Even the two Great Venerables nearby, who were formidable enough to be enemies of ten thousand years, had set aside their past grievances.

Wang Ling Tong remained silent, focusing on waiting.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Ruohua's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother, my son-in-law is coming down. I'll go and teach him a good lesson now. If he dares to hit me, you must stand up for me!" Jiang Ruohua, slightly tipsy from the wine, declared.

Hitting him was just talk.

He wouldn't lose face in front of these people.

But he had to say something.

Wang Ling Tong was stunned, feeling perplexed.

What did he mean...

Your son-in-law is coming down?

"Brother... Senior, what's your son-in-law's name?" Wang Ling Tong asked, his heart filled with astonishment.

(End of Chapter)

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