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Chapter 601: Qi Yuan's Dilemma
Chapter 601: Qi Yuan's Dilemma
2024-11-19
Perhaps fearing that he might arouse Qi Yuan's suspicion, the Dragon Emperor did not speak again.
His baiting in the group was naturally aimed at Qi Yuan.
But he was also afraid of going too far and causing suspicion, so he stopped short.
At this moment, in a world, a man known as the Dragon Emperor had a deep, blood-red glint in his eyes.
He was originally a carefree wanderer who enjoyed boasting.
Entering the chat group, he naturally always spoke in grandiose terms.
But one day, someone in the group privately messaged him, and disaster struck.
Now, he was like a walking dead, a puppet.
"Dragon, what do you think of that Origin Venerable?"
At this moment, a seductive voice rang out.
The Dragon Emperor immediately fell silent, not daring to look at the owner of the voice.
To him, this person was a devil.
The world he was in was now occupied by this person, with bloodshed stretching for miles.
"I am shallow and ignorant, I do not know," the Dragon Emperor truthfully answered.
He was honest.
Although he was an extraordinary being with the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants, capable of lifting mountains and dominating the world, he was still far from true divinity.
"He should be a True God, but I don't know his strength," the seductive woman murmured. "It's just right... to serve as a dessert."
The seductive woman belonged to a force known as the Nine Kill Palace.
This was a terrifying organization, far weaker than the Mountain of Ten Thousand Gods.
The Nine Kill Palace also obtained part of the Multiverse Mirror and used it to fish for prey.
If the Mountain of Ten Thousand Gods practiced through faith, then the Nine Kill Palace practiced through slaughter.
Thus, they descended upon one plane after another, causing carnage.
Because of this, the Mountain of Ten Thousand Gods and the Nine Kill Palace were often enemies.
The seductive woman was at the peak of the Divine Decree Realm, just one step away from the Divine Lord Realm, a powerful being.
To her, Qi Yuan was just a dessert.
And a daring one at that.
Because many of those in the Multiverse Mirror might be baiting like her.
Generally, people like her would not rashly descend unless everything was prepared.
The Dragon Emperor was observed for a long time, and only after she was certain there was no danger did she descend.
But the Origin Venerable, upon arriving in the Multiverse Mirror, boldly descended once and was now preparing for a second descent, which she found quite intriguing.
This rash True God must not die in the hands of others; she had her eye on this delicious morsel.
...
In the chat group, everyone had different thoughts.
Wu Santong was filled with anticipation.
If the Origin Venerable helped him deal with the Heaven Severing Guild, would he have a chance to unify the martial world and become the Martial World Alliance Leader?
Thinking of this, his heart surged.
Becoming the Martial World Alliance Leader would mean he had revitalized the Mount Void Sect, fulfilling his late master's expectations.
"San Tong, this Dark Mountain City... seems to be somewhat turbulent recently. We... why did we all come here?" Liu Xian'er asked, her face filled with hesitation.
A while ago, Wu Santong ordered all 237 disciples of the sect to head to Dark Mountain City.
Fortunately, Wu Santong's reputation was high, and all the disciples had no objections.
But now, as they neared Dark Mountain City, the scenes they witnessed were alarming, and Liu Xian'er could not suppress her doubts.
"To survive," Wu Santong replied, not mentioning the Origin Venerable.
After all, who would believe in the existence of immortals?
At this moment, a loud voice echoed, and ten riders approached. The leader was a bearded man with a broad forehead and a robust aura: "Are you Wu Santong of the Mount Void Sect? Could it be that you are also here to join the Dark Mountain King?"
Wu Santong had a good memory and, upon seeing the bearded man, recognized him after some thought.
In the past, when the sect was short of supplies, he and Liu Xian'er had worked as bounty hunters, helping the court pursue fugitives and earning rewards.
They once captured a notorious highway bandit and handed him over to a court official in Shu, who was this bearded man.
This bearded man was a well-known martial artist in Shu, but he eventually joined the court and became a minor official, which Wu Santong found quite puzzling at the time.
"Mr. Cui Hui, it's been a long time. Your charm remains unchanged," Wu Santong said, bowing.
Cui Hui raised his head, his eyes smiling: "Now, I am a commander under the Dark Mountain King. Wu Sect Leader, with your high martial arts, are you here to join the Dark Mountain King with your disciples?"
Cui Hui spoke with a sense of ease and pride.
Now that the Dark Mountain King had risen, he had joined early. Additionally, unlike other martial artists, he had studied military strategy alongside his martial arts.
His martial arts were ordinary compared to Wu Santong, but now he was a commander in the army, leading three thousand soldiers, though not as illustrious as the Mount Void Sect Leader.
"Now, if Wu Sect Leader joins, it might be a bit late, but with my recommendation, becoming a guest of the court should be easy."
"Cui Hui spoke with great candor."
In the martial world, when discussing martial prowess, status, and reputation, Wu Santong was undoubtedly far superior to him.
But in the Jianghu...
In Cui Hui's eyes, there was a hint of disdain.
The so-called Heaven Severing Guild, if he led his three thousand troops, could easily be crushed with a wave of his hand.
"Not so," Wu Santong shook his head.
He certainly wasn't there to pledge allegiance to the Dark Mountain King.
Upon hearing this, Cui Hui's expression shifted slightly, "Could it be that you've sided with the court and are here to assassinate the Dark Mountain King?"
Currently, the Dark Mountain King had raised an army in rebellion.
The imperial army, twenty thousand strong, had arrived to suppress the rebellion and was stationed at the Horse Pond Pass.
There were also some chivalrous heroes from the Jianghu who wished to assassinate the Dark Mountain King and end the war.
However, these individuals were insignificant, and before they could even enter the city, they were captured and killed.
Cui Hui, seeing that Wu Santong had brought his disciples, and not appearing to be assassins, assumed they had come to pledge allegiance.
"Not so," Wu Santong shook his head and continued, "The Heaven Severing Guild's ambition to dominate the Jianghu is as clear as day. Recently, in a dream, I encountered a deity who told me to go to the Dark Province, where there might be a glimmer of hope."
"Hmph." Cui Hui snorted coldly, clearly finding the mention of a deity absurd. "Military matters are of utmost importance right now, so it's best if you don't wander around aimlessly."
It was clear that he intended to confine Wu Santong.
After all, with the two armies facing off, they had to be cautious of spies.
Regardless of Wu Santong's willingness, in the end, the Mount Void Sect's people still confined their own.
The Mount Void Sect's disciples were in a state of chaos, feeling like they had escaped the tiger's mouth only to fall into the wolf's den.
...
"We've practiced martial arts our entire lives... It seems we've been narrow-minded, and our individual strength is no match for this massive army."
Wu Santong's top disciple was shocked.
In recent days, witnessing small-scale battles, his emotions were in turmoil.
His martial skills were impressive, and he had a reputation in the Jianghu.
But if he encountered these armored soldiers, it was estimated that a dozen of them could easily kill him.
His former pride was shattered in the face of the military.
"The so-called martial world, in the court's eyes, is but a small pond."
The other disciples shared this sentiment.
They felt that their years of martial practice were of little use.
Power and influence were what truly mattered.
Many of the disciples had different thoughts, some even urging Wu Santong to pledge allegiance to the Dark Mountain King, hoping to gain merit and avoid becoming prisoners, unsure when their lives might end.
Hearing his disciples' words, Wu Santong spoke sternly, "We must not belittle ourselves. Our martial path, when cultivated to its deepest, can allow one to face a thousand enemies alone."
Wu Santong had once exchanged words with Zuo Jingyun.
Zuo Jingyun had secretly revealed that he had once single-handedly slaughtered three thousand bandits.
Although it seemed exaggerated, it might be true.
This immense strength was also what Wu Santong admired the most. If he could obtain it from Origin Venerable, he might truly have a chance to become the leader of the Martial World Alliance.
"Master, to face a thousand enemies alone, one would need to accumulate a thousand years of internal strength. How can we possibly accumulate so much internal power?"
The disciples secretly mocked, each with their own thoughts.
Just then, suddenly, a voice resonated in Wu Santong's mind.
"Enough, I'm about to grant your wish. Remember... Believe in me."
Hearing this mysterious voice, Wu Santong was first puzzled, then delighted.
Had Origin Venerable finally come to his aid?
"Yes, master!" Wu Santong was invigorated, eager to see how Origin Venerable would resolve the Mount Void Sect's crisis and help him become the leader of the Martial World Alliance.
His thoughts were in disarray.
Just then, suddenly, the overlapping dark clouds in the sky parted, revealing a giant hand that seemed to reach out from the clouds, covering the sky and blocking the sun, with golden light overflowing.
The two opposing armies, numbering in the tens of thousands, witnessed the terrifying giant hand in the sky, their expressions filled with shock, while the horses couldn't help but raise their hooves and neigh loudly.
"What is this?"
"A celestial phenomenon!"
"It's an auspicious sign, the Dark Mountain King's endeavor is destined to succeed!"
"It's an ill omen, signifying the Dark Mountain King's defeat!"
In the 169th chapter of the 1st book, there's no mistake!
Different people interpreted this scene differently.
But in the next breath, they realized their interpretations were pointless.
"I am Origin Venerable."
"My follower, Wu Santong, shall be the Emperor and the leader of the Martial World Alliance!"
These words, grand and majestic, echoed from the sky.
All the soldiers, generals, and officials who heard this voice were stunned.
Many spread the news, all wanting to know who Wu Santong was. Some generals, however, scoffed, gazing at the sky, "Who's playing god here?"
Cui Hui's heart trembled as he thought of the confined Wu Santong.
"It seems," a whisper from the sky, "that my appearance in this world is a sign."
If other true gods descended upon this world and wanted to reveal themselves, it would likely take just a single sword strike to cause the collapse of ten thousand troops.
Prince Qi Yuan was indeed a kind-hearted man.
And so, with a single sword strike, he acted.
But he didn't annihilate the entire army with that strike.
Instead...
"Your hair, I shall take half of it."
As Qi Yuan's words fell, a golden light flashed.
The earth shook, and the mountains trembled.
In the plains outside Dark Mountain City, a deep gorge spanning dozens of miles appeared, its depth unfathomable.
Such power, such a spectacle, was akin to a myth for these soldiers and martial artists.
Moreover...
"My hair..."
"Ah, my hair!"
The soldiers were shocked.
As the golden light passed, half of their hair was gone.
Hundreds of thousands of soldiers, all with their hands covering their heads, their faces filled with terror.
This was beyond description; it could only be a divine sign.
After all, if he could sever their hair with a single sword, who's to say he couldn't do the same to their bodies?
The voice from above didn't belong to a True God, so who could it be?
At that moment, Qi Yuan looked at the pile of hair before him, a thoughtful expression in his eyes.
"I heard when I was young that hair could be made into soy sauce. So it seems..."
Of course, it was true.
After all, Qi Yuan had already cultivated immortality and attained godhood. Turning hair into soy sauce was child's play for him.
Even transforming water into gasoline or stones into gold was a simple matter for him.
Naturally, even if he did turn hair into soy sauce, Qi Yuan wouldn't use it for cooking; it would be too nauseating.
If he wanted to eat, he'd have to opt for the latest national trends or instant meals, which were said to boost energy.
"Conquering worlds is so easy."
"But in this world, has the Plane Spirit not yet formed? Or has it already disappeared?"
As Qi Yuan took action, a divine sign manifested.
This world underwent a tremendous transformation.
Wu Santong naturally became the spokesperson for the gods and even the first emperor and leader of the martial world in this new world.
Wu Santong's heart was filled with immense joy.
Initially, his wish was merely to become the leader of the martial world.
But Origin Venerable had granted him the title of emperor.
It was only after witnessing the great armies clashing that he realized the realized the insignificance of the martial world and the triviality of being its leader.
But now, with a single word from Origin Venerable, he was an emperor, and how could he not be astonished?
Despite his newfound status, Wu Santong remained grounded, knowing that his reliance was Origin Venerable, and his future was not limited by the title of emperor.
"I've already fulfilled Wu Santong's wish. Who's next?" Qi Yuan asked in the group chat.
He never pretended.
"So soon, and you've already made Wu Santong the leader of the martial world?" Zuo Jingyun asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.
He had always known of Wu Santong's ambitions, not only to revive Mount Void Sect but also to become the leader of the martial world.
Others who had been lurking in the group chat also emerged, some expressing surprise while others complimented Qi Yuan.
"Anyone else?" Qi Yuan asked again.
Unfortunately, Heaven-Dragon Emperor didn't directly respond; he was still fishing and didn't want to arouse Qi Yuan's suspicions.
"Sigh, so boring. Where's the sincerity between people?"
Qi Yuan exited the Multiverse Mirror and returned to the Mountain of Ten Gods.
"Following this step-by-step cultivation path is just too slow."
Qi Yuan sighed.
Typically, divine princes like Qi Yuan, upon obtaining the Multiverse Mirror, would find it difficult to quickly gain followers in all those worlds.
Firstly, people are inherently cautious.
Secondly, those worlds also posed dangers, and even with a divine prince's strength, success wasn't guaranteed. Even for a Divine Lord, entering such worlds could be akin to a fish out of water, so many True Gods approached them with caution.
Someone as swift as Qi Yuan was indeed rare.
"So, how do I speed things up?"
Qi Yuan pondered.
Suddenly, he recalled something.
"It's because there are too few people."
"If there were more, the base number would increase... No, my followers would increase."
Qi Yuan thought of scams.
Why did so many people fall for such obvious scams?
The answer was clear: cast a wide net.
"It's a shame there are so few people in my Multiverse Mirror group chat."
Qi Yuan considered.
Even if they all worshipped him, it would only be a few worlds.
"Should I return to my Stellar Golden Core Universe and the Immortal Realm, and have them worship me?"
Qi Yuan contemplated.
(End of Chapter)
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