Chapter 392.1: Being Too Good at Raising Pigs Isnt a Good Thing Either, A Mythic on the Run!

Chapter 392.1: Being Too Good at Raising Pigs Isn't a Good Thing Either, A Mythic on the Run!

The cultivators were somewhat puzzled upon seeing Jade Maiden's expression.

The burly man hurriedly said, "You don’t have to lift a hand, Lady Jade Maiden! We will take care of him ourselves!"

He assumed she was offended because they were ordering her around. After all, she stood high above them as a Mythic who reflected across the heavens. Why would she lower herself to deal with a mere Blood-Clothed Sword God?

Jade Maiden sneered. "No, I will go see him myself!"

The burly man was overjoyed. However, in the next instant, an intense sense of danger struck him. It felt as though countless thorns were pricking his back. He immediately grew alert, but before he could even channel any spiritual energy, a terrifying pressure descended upon him.

The other Great Venerables who had been clamoring alongside him suffered the same fate.

"Nooo!"

They could not understand why Jade Maiden was attacking them. Moreover, the gap between an alternative Mythic and a true Mythic who reflected across the heavens was simply too great. In an instant, all eight Great Venerables were reduced to nothing but dust.

Having descended from the upper world, Jade Maiden was far stronger than the rest. Their deaths would not even trigger the Heavenly Dao's attention and shift them into the void world.

A series of hurried breaths filled the scene. Everyone gazed at Jade Maiden with fear and apprehension.

Jade Maiden clapped lightly. "He is the light of this world, the only one with any hope of freeing all of you from the Great Calamity, and yet you wanted me to kill him?"

Setting aside whether the Blood-Clothed Sword God could truly oppose the Great Calamity, just his feats of displaying ten suns was already something she could not contend with. That was someone capable of standing against the Great Sun himself. Moreover, if he truly was the person her grandmaster had admired and followed, then she absolutely could not lay a hand on him.

The remaining cultivators were deeply shaken.

"Can he really oppose the Great Calamity?"

"Isn't the Great Calamity impossible to resist?"

"What about our marks?"

The surviving cultivators felt both excited and confused. How could the Blood-Clothed Sword God possibly prevail against the Great Calamity? Jade Maiden had once said that even upper world Yang Spirits could not deal with it. What was going on? The Blood-Clothed Sword God could accomplish something even Yang Spirits couldn't?

A sharp gleam flashed through Jade Maiden's eyes. "Come. Follow me to pay our respects to the Blood-Clothed Sword God!"

If the Blood-Clothed Sword God truly was the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign, then the Canglan World’s situation was about to change dramatically. Yet as she thought of something, a trace of melancholy appeared in her eyes.

If the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign openly opposed the Great Sun, then the Great Calamity would no longer be a problem. However, all living beings of the Canglan World could face complete annihilation.

***

Within a branch palace of Taihuang Palace in the Sixth Heaven. Daoist Kunxia packed up all his belongings and transformed into a streak of light, preparing to leave under cover of night.

Just then, someone stopped him. "Daoist Kunxia, where are you going in the middle of the night?"

Daoist Kunxia's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. But when he saw who it was, he relaxed. His expression was serious, with a hint of wariness in his eyes. "Haa... I've been cultivating in seclusion for too long. It's gotten boring. I'm planning to travel and experience the mortal world."

The green-robed old man was full of envy. "As expected of the rising star on this term's Merit Rankings. You have truly struck it rich. How enviable. Haa, I've been guarding my own meat farm for so many years, and not a single promising Destiny Child has appeared.

"Unlike you. First, a Yang Spirit emerged from your world, and now, I heard there's another cultivator blessed with Great Dao fortune. That's top-grade nourishment. Once harvested, you’ll surely receive substantial rewards from above!"

The world he guarded produced plenty of rebels, but they were all small fry. Not a single one could amass enough fortune. Among the three thousand worlds, the one he oversaw ranked near the bottom. That was why he had come to seek advice from his friend, Daoist Kunxia.

Growing increasingly anxious, Daoist Kunxia's expression turned strange. "Ahem. It is just luck."

Not long ago, he really had been delighted. Ecstatic, even. After all, the Dark Sun that contained countless corpse puppets meant to serve as nourishment had been destroyed.

Yet soon after, someone called the Blood-Clothed Sword God entered his field of vision.

Daoist Kunxia didn’t even have to think too hard. Someone as extraordinary as the Blood-Clothed Sword God appearing in Canglan could only mean one thing: he was a cultivator favored by destiny and the Great Dao.

Among the three thousand pig farms, only pigs like that counted as good pigs. After leaking a bit of information about this excellent pig, he received endless praise. The higher-ups even rewarded him. For a while, he had been riding high, enjoying life for one or two years while waiting for the harvest.

The old man handed him a storage pouch. "Just luck? Haa, I came here hoping to enter the world under your watch and learn from it. After all these years without any accomplishments, I'm getting frustrated."

Daoist Kunxia accepted it with a straight face. "Harvest time is only a few hundred years away. You won't learn much by going now. How about this? After the harvest, I'll personally take you there and show you around." 𝑓𝑟ℯℴ𝓂

Truthfully, Daoist Kunxia did have experience. Though the Great Calamity could not become common knowledge, one still had to leave behind treasures and leak hints of its existence to make some people believe they could save the world. Destiny could always snowball.

"That works too. Then I'll have to trouble you." The old man bowed respectfully before sighing. "I wonder when a heaven-defying genius like the ones in your world will finally emerge in mine..."

Hearing this, Daoist Kunxia nearly twitched. "I'm heading out for a trip and won't return for three hundred years. We'll discuss the harvest together then. Farewell, fellow daoist!"

He transformed into a streak of light and vanished. Meet again my ass. Never again!

After all, Daoist Kunxia was running for his life! Indeed, he had been excellent at raising pigs, allowing his superiors to harvest plenty of top-quality nourishment. But being too outstanding was a crime in itself, especially after seeing ten oddly familiar suns hanging in the sky.

Suddenly, he remembered that some time ago, a disciple had reported that ten suns had appeared in the Canglan World. At the time, he had assumed it was merely an illusion or some strange phenomenon. Since he had been at a critical stage of cultivation, he had planned to investigate a few years later.

Now, there was no longer any need to investigate. He had killed that disciple and probed his soul for memories. The matter of the ten suns appearing in the Canglan World was now known only to himself. Raising pigs was one thing, but he had raised a flood dragon capable of devouring its owner! If that wasn't a reason to run, what was?!

If the Taihuang Palace Master learned the origin of the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign, the hottest topic in the upper world, Daoist Kunxia would be done for!

He immediately grabbed his lantern and fled. "Ugh, sometimes being overly competent isn't a good thing. Escaping is more important."

He would hide the secret of the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign for as long as possible. "I can't stay in the upper world anymore. I'll head to the lower world. Right now the Land of Buddha is in chaos. Many experts are descending.

"If I slip in among them, nothing will happen. Haa, my homeland... In the future, there will no longer be the glorious Daoist Kunxia. There will only be a nameless daoist living in a stinking gutter."

Being forced into the lower world felt unbearable after growing accustomed to the upper world, especially the Sixth Heaven. It was like a man living in a mansion on Blue Planet suddenly being forced to survive in a sewer.

Daoist Kunxia felt miserable but he had no choice. Who told him to be too competent? All he could do was pack up and run to the lower world to avoid the storm. No way would he return to the upper world!