Chapter 151.1: He Is Truly Insane, Killing A Yin Spirit Envoy?!

Warmth surged through Qi Yuan's heart as he read Great Sun Flame Emperor’s message.

Qiyuann Sovereign: If a Yin Spirit does make a move against me, I will be sure to mention the name of Lord Wind.

His group chat friends were truly good people. Unfortunately, Qi Yuan was still too weak, unable to shoulder troubles on their behalf. He could only cling to the thighs of true experts.

After ending the conversation with Great Sun Flame Emperor, Qi Yuan switched to his Blood-Clothed Sword God account. Sure enough, there were many new friend requests on it. One of them was called Divine Flower Society Eastern Lands Branch Master.

Qi Yuan approved the request. "Is this the branch master? As expected, big shots really are big shots, they don't even bother changing their IDs."

Not long after, a message arrived.

Divine Flower Society Eastern Lands Branch Master: Sword God, do you have time to talk?

Qiyuann Sovereign: Yes.

Divine Flower Society Eastern Lands Branch Master: I did not expect our Eastern Lands Branch of the Divine Flower Society to welcome someone as powerful as Blood-Clothed Sword God.

The branch master began with flattery, making Qi Yuan feel slightly embarrassed. He decided to cut straight to the chase.

Qiyuann Sovereign: Branch Master, what brings you to me?

Divine Flower Society Eastern Lands Branch Master: Can you please set aside your feud with the Bright Palace?

Qi Yuan's expression darkened instantly.

Qiyuann Sovereign: We share a deep-seated hatred. It cannot be resolved!

So this Branch Master was here to act as mediator?

Divine Flower Society Eastern Lands Branch Master: It is just a small grievance. Why not let it go? You are strong, yes, but even the strongest fists cannot win against numbers. The Bright Palace has dozens of Violet Palace cultivators, led by three late-stage Violet Palaces. If you go there, you’ll just be courting death.

The branch manager was expressing the truth. After all, it was the common view of nearly every Violet Palace expert. At this point, everyone believed the feud between Bright Palace and Blood-Clothed Sword God would remain unresolved, at least until one side produced a Yin Spirit.

First, the Sword God was too strong and had no ties or weaknesses. The Bright Palace couldn’t easily eliminate him since he was a lone cultivator.

Second, not only was the Bright Palace’s strength formidable, but they had also fully withdrawn into their headquarters. Any attempt to attack them was essentially suicide.

Qi Yuan typed a righteous answer.

Qiyuann Sovereign: I've already posted that I will exterminate the entire Bright Palace. If I don't go now, wouldn't that be humiliating?

The branch master was at a loss.

Divine Flower Society Eastern Lands Branch Master: If you agree to reconciliation, the three palace masters of Bright Palace will personally apologize to you. They will also offer several cultivation manuals and treasures. The specific compensation will need to be discussed directly with them. Ten days from now, at Flying Immortal Tower, they will host a Hundred Immortal Banquet to formally apologize. You may send an avatar to negotiate the details with the palace masters.

Qi Yuan's eyes lit with amusement.

Is this still the proud and arrogant Bright Palace I remembered? I still prefer their original proud and lofty manner.

Proud, aloof, noble, reminiscent of a cold white moon in the night sky. Such things evoked far more desire within him to conquer.

Instead, Qi Yuan demanded high-handedly.

Qiyuann Sovereign: If they want to negotiate, tell them to end the Hundred Nations Blood War first. Then, every Violet Palace cultivator in their sect must commit suicide.

The branch master fell silent.

How is that a negotiation?

Divine Flower Society Eastern Lands Branch Master: Sword God, do you truly refuse to meet them and talk?

His tone held a hint of helplessness.

Qi Yuan made a bold declaration.

Qiyuann Sovereign: Are my demands excessive? They won't even agree to suicide. With so little sincerity, what's there to reconcile? A meeting? Forget Flying Immortal Tower. Seven days from now, I will personally go to Bright Palace headquarters. Tell them to wash their necks and wait.

After that, he went to the forum to post.

In seven days, I will flatten the Bright Palace!

He had officially issued the death notice, and it received widespread support.

After posting, Qi Yuan felt refreshed.

Bright Palace should have fully withdrawn to their headquarters by now. Perfect for a decisive strike.

The comments poured in quickly.

└Senior, are you serious?

└We're witnessing history!

└Oh mighty Senior! I've long hated Bright Palace!

└Senior... maybe reconsider?

Seeing the replies, Qi Yuan's fighting spirit surged. "As expected, both public will and justice are with me."

However, his expression soured when he saw comments doubting him, listing Bright Palace's strength and saying he couldn't possibly destroy them. "Why can't I mute people? They're not wrong but I just don't like seeing it."

Qi Yuan understood at that moment. Fortunately, he wasn't an emperor. If he were, he'd definitely be a tyrant, unable to tolerate long-winded loyal advice. He thought for a moment and replied to his devoted fan, Fox Den Xiao Li.

Qiyuann Sovereign: This time, I'll count you as contributing to the destruction of Bright Palace.

Far away, Xiao Li was utterly stunned. "Big shot, I was just cheering! Don't drag me into this!"

Even though her sect was far from Bright Palace, gaining an unnecessary enemy was never a good thing.

***

Soon, the entire Cuiyun Continent was shaken.

Every tavern, inn, brothel, and pleasure boat discussed only one thing: the final showdown between Bright Palace and the Blood-Clothed Sword God. After all, the man himself had declared he would destroy Bright Palace in seven days. Countless people were shocked.

No one understood where he found the courage. Even the strongest under the Yin Spirits, the Master of Heavenly Ascension Pavilion, did not dare claim he could destroy Bright Palace.

Ordinary cultivators mostly voiced support for him, but few believed he would win. Sure, he had killed nine Violet Palace cultivators from the Bright Palace, but they still had over fifty Violet Palaces, including three at the late stage. Furthermore, their foundation was built over ten thousand years. With what could the Sword God hope to face them?

Just then, Qi Yuan stepped out of his cave residence to bask in the sun.

"This Blood-Clothed Sword God and Junior Brother Qi Yuan must both belong to the Obsession path. Otherwise how could one explain a Violet Palace expert claiming he'll march into Bright Palace and destroy it outright?" said Kang Fulu.

Jiang Ya stood beside him, furrowing her brow, deep in thought.

Qi Yuan's mood soured. "Senior Brother, is it not possible that Blood-Clothed Sword God will unleash divine might and truly annihilate Bright Palace?"

Kang Fulu shook his head. "Impossible."

Jiang Ya said, "My master once said the Bright Palace has Yin Spirit-level foundations. Even he was powerless against them. Hence, it’s unlikely for the Blood-Clothed Sword God to win. The waters run deep. I do not know how it will end. Still, none of this concerns us, we should focus on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List."

Kang Fulu nodded solemnly. The competition in half a month was the true priority.

Qi Yuan continued sunbathing, muttering to himself, "No wonder Bright Palace has strutted arrogantly for so many years, they rely on the world's fear of Yin Spirits. But I am not afraid. I have Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment, Star Golden Core, and Lord Wind. A mere Yin Spirit is nothing."

Feeling bored, Qi Yuan decided to return and continue revising his cultivation law. He glanced at Little Bride, who was quietly snacking on blood crystals beside him.

"Do you think I can destroy Bright Palace?" he asked.

Little Bride paused, grabbed Qi Yuan's hand with her sleeve, and nodded hard.

Qi Yuan grinned, hugging her slim waist. "As expected, only you have the eyes to recognize true brilliance!"

His earlier irritation vanished instantly.