Chapter 268.1: Qi Yuan Died?
Dark Sun was stationed in Secluded Heaven. Nearly every Great Venerable there had some connection to it. Some of the Yin Spirits were aware of this fact.
"I believe that when it comes to the struggle between Dark Sun and the Blood-Clothed Sword God, it would be best if everyone refrained from getting involved. Otherwise, the events of hundreds of thousands of years ago may repeat themselves!" said the president gravely.
The Yin Spirits all showed complicated expressions.
When it came to the Great Calamity, they had always resigned themselves to their fate, allowing themselves to be reaped. However, hundreds of thousands of years ago, a supreme powerhouse led a vast army of Yin Spirits and launched a terrifying battle against the Great Calamity. It went down as the most hopeful battle in the history of the Canglan World. Said powerhouse had even broken through to the Yang Spirit realm.
Unfortunately, it ended tragically. Not a single Yin Spirit who participated in that battle survived.
The Yin Spirits at the meeting naturally knew of those events. More than a hundred fell into complete silence, none dared to speak.
At this moment, the amiable elder Great Venerable asked again, "What's wrong? Did all the Yin Spirits with any backbone die in that battle three hundred thousand years ago?"
The Yin Spirits and Great Venerables felt ashamed. What Youhua said was the truth. They were indeed afraid. After all, that supreme expert had led nearly two-thirds of the Yin Spirits of Canglan, and yet he still died.
"The Blood-Clothed Sword God is only facing the Dark Sun, not the Great Calamity itself, and you're already afraid?" Youhua said firmly. "Three hundred thousand years ago, my father fell in the Great Calamity. Now... haha, my wife is pregnant. I am no longer afraid!"
He possessed a special bloodline that made it difficult for him to produce offspring. Three hundred thousand years ago, when his father went to fight the Great Calamity, he had no descendants. In order to prevent his bloodline from ending, he had no choice but to stay behind. Now he had nothing to fear.
A female Great Venerable said, "I am too far from Secluded Heaven to come in person, but I am willing to contribute some techniques to help the Blood-Clothed Sword God!"
"I am willing as well!"
Several Great Venerables spoke up, all expressing support for the Yuan God Sharing Society. Last time, they had given in to fear. How could they do so again?
Wujun seemed delighted and clasped his fists. "Thank you, fellow Daoists!"
The Yin Spirits of Secluded Heaven, however, remained silent. The president of the Divine Flower Society did not speak, and the others also refrained from expressing their stance.
At that moment, the palace master of the Seeking Dao Palace said, "In a few days, the Blood-Clothed Sword God will arrive in Secluded Heaven. President, you—"
"Hmph! You can only say that because you didn’t live in the Secluded Heaven! If I help the Blood-Clothed Sword God and he dies, we’ll also suffer Dark Sun’s wrath!" The president furiously flicked his sleeve. "If the Blood-Clothed Sword God had any sense, he would not provoke Dark Sun and stir up unnecessary conflict. I am going back!"
With those words, he disappeared. The other Yin Spirits of Secluded Heaven also hurriedly took their leave.
"My strength is too weak to involve myself in such matters."
"Farewell."
The remaining Yin Spirits looked at each other with complicated expressions.
Youhua sighed. "The human heart..."
Even though the Canglan World was like a pig farm, there were still those who wished to become the lead pig, wagging their tails before the farmer.
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The president’s projection appeared in Wind Thunder Valley of Secluded Heaven. He gazed at the mechanical bird before him with humility. Powerful and glorious in the outside world, he now seemed as low as dust.
A trace of anger flashed in the mechanical bird's eyes. "You came to ask me about such a trivial matter?! I am currently in seclusion! Where is Li Qiuqian?"
The president bowed. "Lord Li dispatched the Four Generals of the Lei Clan, but they have not returned."
"Useless trash! They probably failed and didn't dare show their faces!" the mechanical bird roared angrily. "If I ever see him again, I'll skin him alive!"
The president trembled even more. Each of the lords within Wind Thunder Valley was more terrifying than the last. Li Qiuqian only enjoyed humiliating high-level cultivators, but this lord liked to torture both high-level cultivators and ordinary people. Moreover, he had a hobby of skinning people alive.
From time to time, people were sent into the valley for the lord to skin for amusement. In fact, mortals were raised like livestock nearby. Even the president had once delivered cultivators for his entertainment, and had himself been flayed alive.
"A mere nobody from the lower world dares claim he will come to my Wind Thunder Valley?! His name isn’t even on the Mythic Stele! Hmph! If I weren't at a critical juncture in my seclusion, I would kill that dog myself!" said the mechanical bird impatiently. "The pig slaves will be placed under your command."
He had no interest in dealing with matters of the lower world. The Blood-Clothed Sword God could simply be handled by the president.
The president went wild with joy. By pig slaves, he was referring to the forty puppets, thirty-six of which were comparable to the Four Generals of the Lei Clan, while the remaining four were Mythic-tier. They were the entire military strength of Wind Thunder Valley! To top it off, he could even use the pig slaves to hunt Yin Spirits he disliked and seize their resources!
He exclaimed excitedly, "I will crush the Blood-Clothed Sword God no matter what!"
"Hmph."
The mechanical bird snorted coldly, transferred control of the puppets to him, and then departed.
The president remained hunched over, excitement overflowing from his eyes.
"Blood-Clothed Sword God, who would have thought that my boundless fortune would come from you?" he murmured softly. "When I see you, I'll have to thank you properly."
