Chapter 386.2: Youre The Blood-Clothed Sword Gods Disciple? Then Who Am I?

Chapter 386.2: You're The Blood-Clothed Sword God's Disciple? Then Who Am I?

Originally, Qi Yuan had intended to say that he was the Blood-Clothed Sword God himself. But if Wang Yunteng wasn't actually the Blood-Clothed Sword God's disciple, then claiming to be the Sword God himself wouldn't make much sense, and would only make the conversation awkward.

Wang Yunteng retorted, killing intent flashing in his eyes, "How dare you disrespect the Blood-Clothed Sword God?! You're doomed. No one in the Eastern Lands can protect you!"

It seemed he had already regarded the Blood-Clothed Sword God as his master.

Qi Yuan stood with his hands on his hips. "Then call your master out and let me see him!"

He wanted to find out whether someone really shared his exact name. Wouldn't that count as copyright infringement? He'd definitely demand compensation!

Someone with a hoarse, elderly voice announced, "The Blood-Clothed Sword God is not here, but I am."

An old man slowly staggered forward with a wine gourd hanging from his waist. He reeked of alcohol, and his bright red nose was the unmistakable mark of a lifelong drunkard. The moment the cultivators saw him, they became apprehensive. After all, none of them had noticed his arrival. It was as though he had simply emerged from thin air.

Wang Yunteng bowed respectfully. "Greetings, Wine Master."

Then, he introduced the old man to everyone, "Wine Master is a legendary immortal. Even my master, the Blood-Clothed Sword God himself, respectfully addresses him as Senior."

Wine Master lifted his gourd and took large gulps of wine. Catching a whiff of the wine, the nearby cultivators seemed shocked. The wine seemed to contain boundless divine spiritual energy, as though it had been brewed from a Yin Spirit cultivator's essence! Only a fellow Yin Spirit could drink such wine! Everyone looked at Wine Master with even greater reverence.

Wine Master finished a mouthful of wine and belched loudly. "Wang Yunteng is a good kid with exceptional talent. I like him quite a lot. Unfortunately, I hate trouble and have no interest in taking disciples, so I handed him over to that Sword God fellow."

Qi Yuan calmly stared at the old man. Nothing about Wine Master could escape his eyes. He was indeed a Yin Spirit cultivator, and an exceptionally powerful Great Supreme at that.

Qi Yuan asked, "So you've met the Blood-Clothed Sword God? And after you handed Wang Yunteng over to him, Sword God agreed to take him as his disciple?"

Pride glimmered in Wine Master’s eyes as he replied casually, "Once, when I was waking up from a drunken stupor, lying in a carriage, that Sword God brat thoughtfully stood guard for me through the entire night. That’s why I gave him the honor of taking Wang Yunteng as his disciple. He'd be delighted for the chance to curry favor with me!"

Qi Yuan's expression remained unchanged. His nose lengthened slightly at the first part of the story. As for the latter half, however, his nose did not change. That meant either Wine Master was telling the truth, or he genuinely believed what he was saying.

Qi Yuan remarked lightly, "You're certainly confident. I am ninety-nine percent certain that the Blood-Clothed Sword God won't accept him as a disciple."

Looking absolutely confident, Wine Master replied in an overbearing voice, brimming with confidence and self-satisfaction, "Even if you really were the Blood-Clothed Sword God's father, he'd still have to listen to me. In this world, the stronger a Yin Spirit is, the more they need something from me. After all, I'm the only one who can offer them a path to survival!"

Qi Yuan remained calm. "I've heard the Blood-Clothed Sword God is the strongest being in the world. Why would he need you to survive?"

Wine Master grinned, declaring with absolute confidence like an unrivaled expert looking down upon the world, "Young man, that's where you're mistaken. If I took off my shoes, the Blood-Clothed Sword God would have to put them back on for me. Aren't you from the Blood-Clothed Alliance? Call him over. I'll have him put my shoes on in front of everyone right here."

The cultivators' reactions varied, and some even fell silent out of fear. What is this old man saying?! If the Blood-Clothed Sword God heard this...

Wine Master kept bragging, "Kekeke! Since I dare say it, naturally I have the confidence. The Blood-Clothed Sword God may be powerful, but his name doesn't even appear on the Mythic Stele. Kekeke! That's all I'm willing to say."

Wang Yunteng also added, "There are great sects in this world, and there are hidden organizations. Wine Master is the vice leader of one such hidden organization."

The crowd was utterly shocked. Is Wine Master a true dragon?

Regardless, whether it was the Blood-Clothed Sword God or Wine Master, neither was someone they could afford to offend.

Wine Master sighed at Qi Yuan. "Brat, if you help me put on my boots, I'll overlook today's offense. Think twice before you anger me, or it might cost you your little sect, that little lass behind you, and even the Jiang Clan."

Qi Yuan was unfazed. "Why is it that everywhere I go, all I find is moral decay? I just wiped out the Feng Clan earlier today, and now I've run into another potential serial killer. Haa... Why is this world still full of villains after all my hard work?"

A breeze swept through, causing his blood-red robes to flutter in the wind.

The cultivators were stunned. What? The Feng Clan has been wiped out?

Their hearts trembled as though they had just heard earth-shattering news. Just then, many of them realized something. Their expressions changed as they stared at Qi Yuan. Today was Wang Yunteng's Nascent Soul Banquet. Under normal circumstances, the Feng Clan would certainly have sent representatives, yet not a single member had arrived. Could it be...? They frantically began transmitting messages.

Wine Master frowned. "Exterminated?"

His powerful divine soul swept across the scene, revealing the devastation of the Feng Clan. Surprised, he looked at Qi Yuan. "You brat, you're quite impressive. You really did wipe out the Feng Clan."

Following that, his powerful divine soul surged toward Qi Yuan, attempting to probe his background. The moment it touched Qi Yuan, it was like a spring breeze passing over a tranquil lake, failing to stir even the slightest ripple.

"You..." Wine Master's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Could it be that you're really the Blood-Clothed Sword God's father?"

The cultivators were completely bewildered. Before long, however, countless messages reached them. Their expressions changed dramatically after receiving confirmation that the Feng Clan had indeed been exterminated.

The people of the Phoenix Palace were currently rushing toward Cloud Heaven City to offer apologies and reparations. But that wasn't what shocked them the most. The one who destroyed the Feng Clan was none other than the legendary Blood-Clothed Sword God.

Their hearts shook with disbelief. How had news of such a major event only reached them now? What they didn't know was that wherever Qi Yuan went, the ten suns would take turns shining overhead, causing the effects of forgetfulness to grow even stronger.

A Nascent Soul cultivator was so mindblown that his voice shook. "T-t-the Blood-Clothed Sword God! He's the Blood-Clothed Sword God!"

No one had expected the legend to appear here, least of all as the Jiang Clan's live-in son-in-law! The cultivators who had secretly mocked Qi Yuan moments ago turned deathly pale. The rest became respectful right away.

A Nascent Soul cultivator immediately bowed. "Greetings, Blood-Clothed Sword God!"

The rest hurriedly followed suit. Although the Wine Master sounded incredibly impressive and appeared to be a formidable expert, no one knew the true extent of his strength. The Blood-Clothed Sword God, on the other hand, was genuinely terrifying.

Wang Yunteng turned pale. Qiong Yunting's eyes were filled with disbelief. She looked at Jiang Lingsu, then at Qi Yuan, on the verge of collapse.

Only Wine Master remained seated calmly, like a fisherman waiting patiently for a bite. He appeared merely surprised, nothing more. His voice remained as confident as ever, a confidence born of overwhelming strength. "Oh, so it’s you? Come, put on my boots for me."

The surrounding cultivators were stunned.

Wang Yunteng's face was deathly white. Deep down, he genuinely hoped the Wine Master wasn't merely boasting, or the Wang Clan was done for. Yet when he recalled Wine Master's mysterious abilities, he relaxed slightly.

Qi Yuan smiled at Wine Master. "To borrow a famous saying from the ancients, this world does not permit the existence of anyone more awesome than me."

He was beginning to find Wine Master's endless boasting unbearable. If Qi Yuan didn't one-up him, he'd feel itchy all over, as though ants were crawling beneath his skin. Of course, once the competition was over, it would be time for Qi Yuan to do what he did best: kill, kill, kill!