Chapter 392.2: Being Too Good at Raising Pigs Isnt a Good Thing Either, A Mythic on the Run!

Chapter 392.2: Being Too Good at Raising Pigs Isn't a Good Thing Either, A Mythic on the Run!

While Daoist Kunxia was on the run, Jade Maiden finally met Qi Yuan.

After sizing her up, Qi Yuan seemed disappointed. "I originally thought you came to cause me trouble. That way, I could save some time and kill all of you."

Recently, he had been busy reflecting across the heavens and searching for the Flowing Wind World. He had not had time to deal with that Hidden World Organization. Originally, he had planned to visit those aging White Moonlights someday. Unexpectedly, the White Moonlights were so enthusiastic that they came to find him themselves.

Jade Maiden was actually somewhat nervous facing Qi Yuan. This was the first time she had ever interacted with such an expert. She quickly reported, "Senior, I have already executed those that offended you!"

Qi Yuan’s eyes could sense the unusual aura surrounding her. "Oh, so you came from the upper world?"

"Yes, my lord!"

He lit up. "Your strength is pretty good. Actually, you are much stronger than that fellow Shen Wushen. How about this? Let's engage in interworld trade and smuggle together. Tell me what resources from the lower world interest you, and I'll gather them for you. In exchange, send down whatever cultivation techniques exist in the upper world!"

Generally speaking, smuggling made a fortune. Back on Blue Planet, Qi Yuan had always envied those television protagonists who traveled between ancient and modern times, smuggling antiques. They traded salt, glass, and mirrors for ancient gold, silver, treasures, and even commissioned calligraphy from famous masters.

Those were antiques! Authentic originals! As for how freshly-written calligraphy could pass as genuine antique masterpieces after being brought through a time portal... Well, if time portals already existed, then everything else was perfectly reasonable.

Now that the opportunity for interworld trade had appeared, Qi Yuan wasn’t about to miss it.

Jade Maiden agreed immediately, "I will do whatever I can to help you!"

Although the Canglan World had originally fallen from the upper world, after being separated for so long, it had already become a lower world. To a Mythic like her, a lower world was essentially a garbage dump. What valuable resources could it possibly contain? Still, if the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign wanted something, she would comply.

Qi Yuan beamed. "Then give me some cultivation techniques right now, preferably Divine Methods. The more, the better. I’m short on them!"

As his strength increased, developing the Qi Yuan Scripture became increasingly difficult. Even with cultivators helping him plunder cultivation techniques from across the world, he was still lacking far too many.

Now that there was an upper world Mythic before him, he’d make good use of her. Even Shen Wushen could produce a few Divine Methods. A Mythic should certainly be able to do the same.

Without hesitation, Jade Maiden handed over a jade slip. "Senior, there are seven Divine Methods and numerous techniques inside. Should you need more, I can return to the upper world and collect them for you."

"Excellent, excellent. What should I give you in exchange?"

Jade Maiden smiled. "Everything is at your discretion."

Clearly, she was leaving the choice entirely to Qi Yuan. She was taking a gamble. If the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign was generous, she would profit. If he was stingy, then so be it. Building a relationship with someone of this caliber could never truly be a loss.

Qi Yuan paused before saying, "I'm dirt poor right now. I don't even have enough money to buy a piece of land. How about this? Gather Divine Methods for me, and I’ll pay you back when I have money."

In truth, he absolutely did not want to part with any of his money. When the time came, he would simply grab a handful of dirt from the underworld palace and use it as payment. His little scheme was clattering loudly in his head.

Jade Maiden merely smiled. "I am not in a hurry."

Being able to associate with someone like him was already a stroke of luck. How could she dare ask for more? In the upper world, someone of his caliber was completely beyond the reach of an ordinary Second Heaven Mythic like her.

Qi Yuan stared at her approvingly, thinking of something. "Do you have melons?"

Jade Maiden was bewildered. "Huh?"

He muttered, "Isn't there a saying that a jade maiden has no melons[1]? Just asking casually."

Canary covered her mouth and laughed. "She's a Jade Maiden, not a Rain Maiden!"

Clearly, Qi Yuan had told her that joke before.

He said, "Oh, I remembered it wrong."

The utterly nonsensical conversation left Jade Maiden completely confused.

At that moment, Great Wisdom chimed in, "Her clothes are bulging. She's probably hiding two melons."

Jade Maiden really wanted to slap that Nascent Soul brat to death. Was that even human language? Did she have to hide two melons to make herself look bigger?

Just then, Canary’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She lightly hopped over and whispered in Qi Yuan's ear, "We found the Flowing Wind World!"

Qi Yuan's eyes brightened. "Good!"

Jade Maiden softly said, "Senior, if you wish to face the Great Calamity, you must be careful of the marks carried by your friends. With but a single thought from that Heavenly Venerable, every living being in the Canglan World could perish."

He nodded. "I know. I absolutely won’t let them die!"

With Great Wisdom's assistance, he had achieved a tremendous breakthrough and came up with a backup plan. A revolutionary and unprecedented improvement! An advancement seen only once in ten thousand years! Namely, if he failed to obtain the Myriad Principle Gate the Great Calamity used the marks to kill everyone, he’d just destroy Canglan first and wait for everyone to revive in the underworld palace.

"Alright, enough talking. I have urgent business. Bye."

The Flowing Wind World had been found. This time, he would revisit old places and locate the Myriad Phenomena Gate. Qi Yuan felt a trace of melancholy. As time flowed and seas turned into mulberry fields, he wondered whether those old acquaintances were still alive.

***

In the Flowing Wind World, inside a restaurant.

An elderly storyteller narrated with great enthusiasm, his gaze filled with nostalgia, "On that day, the Blood Master led one hundred thousand Supremes into the Myriad Demon Gate. When the blood-colored sword emerged, all demons immediately knelt and begged for mercy. The sea of corpses stretched for a thousand miles. Even that demoness who brought disaster upon the world could only kneel and plead. The Blood Master himself was extraordinary. And his disciple Ling Yayi was equally remarkable..."

Unfortunately, few listeners in the restaurant were interested.

"Old Man Nangong, what era do you think this is? You're still telling stories like that?"

"Who wants to hear about the Blood Master? The Blood Palace has long become history!"

"Exactly! We want to hear about the Buddhist Sons!"

"We want to hear about the war in the Land of Buddha!"

The diners below all protested. The affairs of the Blood Palace were already ten thousand years old. The Blood Palace itself was gone. Without the Blood Master, it had not even lasted a hundred years. The story of the Blood Master saving the world during the events of the Myriad Demon Gate was not widely known.

To modern cultivators, those events were little more than legends. The cultivation world was vast, and time was cheap. Countless fascinating stories would emerge over ten thousand years. No myth and no individual could remain eternal.

The old storyteller sighed. Just as he was about to speak, someone said domineeringly, "What Blood Master? He was merely lucky. Ten thousand years ago, when he led his army into the Myriad Demon Gate, I happened to be there. Unfortunately, I was only a Great Supreme at the time and lacked allies.

"When the Blood Master entered my territory, I naturally refused to suffer humiliation. So I took a piss to mark my territory! Even though he had overwhelming numbers, I was not afraid!"

An old man and a young man entered the restaurant. The old man was the one who had spoken. A dense demonic aura surrounded him. He was a survivor from the Myriad Demon Gate ten thousand years ago. At the time, he had been far from the battlefield. When he saw countless Supremes filling the sky, he was so frightened that he wet himself and fled back to the Demon World.

Eventually, he broke through to the Yin Spirit realm and ascended to the upper world. But he was a dog demon. Now that he had become a Yin Spirit and was reminiscing about the past, he naturally had to revise history a bit. No, he had not wet himself from fear! Instead, he had boldly taken a piss to assert dominance in front of the Blood Master!

The diners all turned to look at him, but their attention quickly shifted to the young figure beside him. Clad in Buddhist robes, his head was smooth as jade, without a single strand of hair.

"A Buddhist Son!"

"That's the Unlight Buddhist Son!"

All the diners immediately became respectful and reverent. In the present-day Flowing Wind World, they could not offend monks. And among monks, the most precious were naturally the Buddhist Sons, who had descended from the upper world. Every immortal from the upper world possessed terrifying power.

The Unlight Buddhist Son’s profound gaze settled on the storyteller, carrying a strange light. "Ling Yayi. One of the former Thirteen Northern Demons. A disciple of the Blood Master. I am quite interested in you. Come with me."

His tone left no room for refusal and carried a trace of dominance.

The old storyteller's expression changed slightly. A flash of nostalgia appeared in his weary eyes. "Haa."

The diners all turned pale. The Blood Master's disciple? Such a legendary figure actually existed?

Ling Yayi dusted off his clothes, looking calm and still carrying the pride of being the Blood Master's disciple. "What do you want with old me?"

Back when the Blood Master preached the Dao, he had been among the listeners seated near the front. The name Ling Yayi probably wouldn’t mean much to people from the Blood Palace. But South Palace Big Dog? That name was famous.

The Unlight Buddhist Son's gaze deepened. "I am quite interested in the Blood Master."

If possible, he wanted to capture the Blood Master. He wished to study the Power of Reincarnation. Within the Land of Buddha, the Power of Reincarnation was a legendary supreme principle. Even the Great Bright Buddha had failed to comprehend it.

Yet while studying ancient records of the Flowing Wind World, the Unlight Buddhist Son had discovered something astonishing. The Thirteen Northern Demons seemed to have undergone reincarnation!

Whipping his sleeve, Ling Yayi replied with the attitude of a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, "I haven't seen Master for ten thousand years. Even if you kill me, Master won't appear. I'm afraid your wishful thinking will come to nothing."

1. This phrase literally translates as "rain woman without a melon", which makes absolutely no sense - but it's actually a mispronunciation of "与你无关" yǔ nǐ wúguān - "(this has) nothing to do with you" or "(it's) none of your business". ☜