Chapter 162.2: Spiritual Energy Is Poisonous

Five days later.

Gloomy winds howled in a pitch-black valley. Enormous beasts, four to five meters tall, lay sleeping. Their jet-black scales reflected faint glimmers of light, appearing especially eerie in the silent night. The Moluo Clan was all asleep.

If Qi Yuan saw this scene, he would definitely praise them for being able to sleep without snoring.

At this moment, five terrifying figures appeared inside a cave. Their auras seemed to be incompatible with the surrounding environment, faintly repelled by heaven and earth. However, since this world’s Heavenly Dao was incomplete, the rejection wasn’t severe.

"The Canglan World has gone back on its word. They are actually allowing a Violet Palace cultivator to step in and slaughter our people at will. Despicable!"

"Who will take action and capture that Violet Palace cultivator?"

"Why don't all five of us attack together? They were the ones who broke their words first!"

Another Violet Palace expert said eagerly, "Yes. After killing that Violet Palace cultivator and pacifying the Moonwatch Continent, why don't we invade the Canglan World?"

In their eyes, the Canglan World was far stronger than the Moonwatch Continent. Such a world surely had even more resources.

"Forget it," an elder Violet Palace said. "The waters of the Canglan World run deep. Even Yin Spirit Venerables would tread carefully there, let alone us."

The elder Violet Palace had a Yin Spirit ancestor, giving him the highest status among the five.

"Fine, forget the Canglan World. Let's kill that Violet Palace cultivator first!"

"I heard that Violet Palace cultivator has a profound cultivation. Should we plan more carefully?"

"We have one late-stage Violet Palace and four mid-stage Violet Palaces. Why should we be afraid of him?"

The five Violet Palace cultivators chatted idly, reaching a consensus. They prepared to leave the mountain.

At that moment, a heavy voice suddenly echoed. "Recently, I've read quite a few storybooks from the Moonwatch Continent, especially those about the Faceless Sword God. I was wondering, if the alien demons invaded when the Faceless Sword God was still inexperienced, would he have lost?"

The ground split apart, and a Moluo Clansman—all fat and flesh like a mound of meat—burst forth. It was bloated, its flesh loose and sagging, yet the scales on its back were densely packed, giving off an indestructible impression.

When the newcomer appeared, the five all showed reverent expressions. "Greetings, Venerable Mohui!"

The newcomer was none other than the Yin Spirit of the Moluo Clan, Venerable Mohui.

Venerable Mohui's bloated form made one feel nauseated at a glance.

His eyes were full of amusement. "I've been bored lately, so I'll accompany you to take a look at this so-called Blood-Clothed Sword God."

He was parched and ravenous, about to head out to grab some bite.

"Why trouble yourself, Venerable?" the late-stage Violet Palace asked. "We can capture the Blood-Clothed Sword God and present him to you!"

Venerable Mohui squinted and smiled, saying casually, "According to the latest storybooks I've read, if you go hunt the Blood-Clothed Sword God, you might just be helping him grow. But I'm different. I can cripple his growth."

In truth, he was merely finding an excuse to go out.

The late-stage Violet Palace hesitated, "But Venerable, the blockade of the Moonlight Kingdom..."

"No matter. With my elder brother here, the people of the Moonlight Kingdom won't be going anywhere," Venerable Mohui said confidently. "Once the Moonlight Kingdom is destroyed, the Moonwatch Continent should get a new name."

Seeing this, the Violet Palace cultivators did not argue further.

***

A blood-red longsword streaked across the heavens, accompanied by bleak, murderous sounds. Countless waves of blood energy and sword light danced through the air. Innumerable Moluo Clansmen dropped like flies, and rows of military camps were smashed apart.

Under Qi Yuan's sword, all beings were equal. None from Qi Refinement to Nascent Soul had a chance to survive.

He gazed at the devastated land with a gentle gaze. In an instant, the battlefield transformed back into verdant mountains and flowing rivers.

The sound of the suona grew even more vigorous and impassioned.

Qi Yuan regretfully looked at the dozens of suona players behind. "If only you were all Violet Palaces, that would be better."

Violet Palace cultivators blowing suonas would make for a grander spectacle. Yet the strongest was only a Nascent Soul, and there were only a few of them. The rest were mostly Foundation Establishment or Core Formation realm cultivators.

Zhao Ci was among them. Even though Qi Yuan had saved the Chuang Empire, Zhao Ci had no way to repay him, so he joined the suona troupe.

Later, as Qi Yuan acted more frequently, more people joined the suona ranks. Of course, Qi Yuan kept their numbers under control, as too many would slow his journey.

Jiang Ya stood to the side, her expression complicated. Everyone else was blowing the suona except her, which made things rather awkward. Her heart felt strange, very strange.

If Lord Great Wisdom joining the suona troupe was barely understandable to her, then what followed was completely incomprehensible.

When they reached other nations, the Blood-Clothed Sword God would casually mention the suona troupe. Yet whether commoners or royalty, people eagerly signed up to join his band, as though it were the greatest honor of their lives.

She really wanted to say to one emperor in the band,

You abandoned your throne just to join a band?

Jiang Ya truly couldn't comprehend it. Through several glances, she could tell that the emperor was a master strategist with great ambition.

Yet he chose to do this?

"Senior, what kind of bewitching potion did you give them? Even emperors come to blow the suona for you," Jiang Ya asked boldly.

Over time, she had come to understand Blood-Clothed Sword God’s personality.

"Isn't it normal for an emperor to blow the suona?" Qi Yuan replied casually. "I've seen a carpenter emperor [1]before. I've also seen some countries where comedians became the top leaders[2]."

Now, less than half a month remained until Qi Yuan would fully reclaim control of the Heavenly Dao. At the same time, he was also drawing closer and closer to the Moonlight Kingdom. Instead of excitement, a sense of homesickness and unease arose in his heart.

Right then, Zhao Ci respectfully stepped out from the suona troupe. "Senior, our Faceless God Cult has an envoy who wishes to see you. He says it's urgent."

Qi Yuan's ears perked up.

My die-hard fan?

He was always enthusiastic toward fans. "Let him come."

Before long, a middle-aged man in a black embroidered robe appeared. He glanced at the Blood-Clothed Sword God, confusion flashing through his eyes. "Greetings, Senior!"

"

Oh

? What brings you here?"

The envoy cut straight to the point. "Senior, according to information obtained by our Faceless God Cult, the Moluo Clan has already taken notice of you. They will dispatch five Violet Palace cultivators to besiege you. Senior, please leave this place immediately before you get trapped here!"

At the same time, the envoy felt a strange curiosity. For some reason, upon seeing this otherworldly Blood-Clothed Sword God, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity, something he had never experienced before.

"Five Violet Palaces,

huh

?" Qi Yuan sighed helplessly. "Why are cultivation methods from other worlds so useless?"

Otherwise, they could've become his white moonlights. The kind he really wanted to slaughter.

Qi Yuan reflected inwardly. He felt that from now on, his standards for white moonlights required an extra condition: they had to be from the Canglan World.

The envoy said gravely, "Senior, please conceal your identity. We will use a special passage to escort you to the Moonlight Kingdom!"

The cult would act as decoys, which likely meant severe casualties. Still, the envoy knew that the cult feared no death, and were willing to fight for the Moonwatch Continent.

"I don't need your escort. I will still go to the Moonlight Kingdom," Qi Yuan said calmly, completely disregarding the five Violet Palaces.

The envoy's heart trembled.

Senior won't leave with me?

Anxiety surged within him, and he was about to say more when the Blood-Clothed Sword God gazed toward the heavens, saying lazily, "It's too late to leave, anyway. They're already here."

Qi Yuan had already sensed the arrival of Moluo Clan experts. Unfortunately, none of them were white moonlights who could give him cultivation methods. His interest waned. Behind him, his sword let out a hum, welcoming the powerful enemies.

The envoy's face instantly turned pale. "They are here already?! This is bad!"

How would the Blood-Clothed Sword God fight against five Violet Palaces?! Everyone would likely die here.

Yet at that moment, a booming voice thundered forth. All color drained from the envoy's face. Did he just see the legendary Yin Spirit?!

"

Kehehe

. Good thing I came. Otherwise, the five of you would be helping him grow. I can tell at a glance that he's no ordinary late-stage Violet Palace!"

The fifteen-meter-tall Venerable Mohui appeared, looming over Qi Yuan. His gaze was playful, akin to a cat watching a mouse.

The five Violet Palaces also felt a chill as they looked at Qi Yuan. Standing beside Venerable Mohui, they seemed like mere lackeys.

An instinctive fear seized everyone the moment they saw Venerable Mohui—especially the envoy, who seemed on the verge of fainting. It was the primal reaction of the weak upon seeing the strong.

With the Yin Spirit’s arrival, any hope of the Blood-Clothed Sword God reaching the Moonlight Kingdom was utterly extinguished.

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan helplessly examined the Yin Spirit. "You're a dignified Yin Spirit, yet you bullied a humble Core Formation cultivator like me. Don't you have any shame?"

"What an interesting human," Venerable Mohui said with amusement. "Seeing me, your first thought isn't to kneel and beg for mercy. Could it be that your brain is really broken?"

Qi Yuan lost it. "Your brain is broken! Your whole family's brains are broken!"

How utterly intolerable! If a Yin Spirit insulted him, he had to insult back.

Rather than getting angry, Venerable Mohui continued to observe Qi Yuan with great interest.

However, the five Violet Palaces could not hold back.

"Daring to offend a Venerable, your crime deserves death!"

"Sharp-tongued. You shall die obediently!"

Not far away, Jiang Ya watched the scene with shock and curiosity. She wanted to know what exactly was the Blood-Robed Sword God's trump card.

Qi Yuan merely shrugged helplessly and snapped his fingers. "Play music. The joyful kind."

This time, they could not play funeral music.

Behind him, Lord Great Wisdom raised his suona and began to blow. Seemingly unfazed by divine pressure, the people began playing a tune filled with cheer. It was odd and mismatched, yet unmistakably joyful.

Jiang Ya was rendered speechless.

Facing a Yin Spirit and still playing music?! This Blood-Clothed Sword God is truly extraordinary! No, those second and third-realm cultivators are also extraordinary! Who would dare provoke a god like this? Even Violet Palace cultivators wouldn't dare, yet they do!

No words could fully capture her bafflement.

1. Carpenter Emperor refers to the Tianqi Emperor (Zhu Youjiao) of China's Ming Dynasty (reigned 1620–1627), renowned for his exceptional skill and passion for carpentry, spending his time crafting intricate wooden objects, furniture, and even architectural models instead of governing ☜

2. No ref needed here. Just Ooof 😲 ☜