Chapter 412.2: Fishing Success, Slaying the Moluo Clans Yang Spirit

Chapter 412.2: Fishing Success, Slaying the Moluo Clan's Yang Spirit

Inside the Violet Palace, Mochi's expression abruptly changed. "Death qi? Yin energy? Isn't this supposed to be the Myriad Principle Gate?"

He was thrown off and deeply wary. When he entered the gate, he had expected to be greeted with an endless ocean of principle. Instead, the place was shrouded in an oppressive gloom, with death qi drifting through the air. It seemed nothing like the interior of the Myriad Principle Gate. He felt pretty sure he had entered the gate.

Just then, his expression shifted slightly. "No stars reflecting the myriad heavens... Only ten suns?"

In that instant, he caught the scent of danger. Because those ten suns seemed far too familiar. Weren’t these the very suns that a certain man had sought to reflect the myriad heavens and seize the throne of the Great Sun?

Sensing movement in the distance, Mochi grew wary. "Who's there? Show yourself!"

Upon seeing a black-robed cultivator, he started trembling. The cultivator gripped a broadsword-like weapon and advanced slowly toward him. Mochi tensed at once. A Great Venerable? No, he has to be concealing his true strength!

"Who are you? The Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign?!"

The man simply stared at Mochi’s stomach, as if he genuinely intended to slide-tackle his way inside and rip it open.

"How dare you play tricks on me!" Wary as Mochi was, he was still a Yang Spirit. As long as he didn't run into a Major Principle one, he could hold his own without trouble. "Die!"

He held nothing back, striking with everything he had.

Ji Buping resigned himself to death, Qi Yuan's voice echoing in his ears. "I'll just slide-tackle..."

He’d forgotten everything else, remembering only those words. He vaguely recalled that he’d once slide-tackled his way into killing a Major Principle Yang Spirit. Thus, he believed that the same trick would work against such an ordinary Yang Spirit. Well, he was dead in under three breaths.

Mochi hadn't even broken a sweat. He stared ahead, faintly stunned. His opponent had been reduced straight to ash in a single strike. The victory had come far too easily, leaving him more bewildered than triumphant. If this were some scheme, why send a mere Great Venerable? He was thoroughly confused and couldn't figure it out. Which, to be very honest, made perfect sense. He didn't know Qi Yuan, so how could he possibly follow the man's twisted logic?

Just then, Qi Yuan’s voice rang out. "How dare you!"

He appeared, his eyes brimming with anguish. "Breaking and entering, then killing in a fit of rage, you've committed a capital crime!"

Mochi's pupils contracted sharply. "You... Are you the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign?"

"Whether I'm the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign isn't important. Right now, I'm an eyewitness!" Qi Yuan declared, standing on the moral high ground to pass judgment on Mochi. "As the saying goes, a life for a life. You're going to die right here!"

If there was one thing Qi Yuan couldn't stand, it was the wanton slaughter of the innocent. Especially when the victim was Ji Buping, his own innocent, kindhearted, thoroughly adorable little companion. Qi Yuan couldn't just stand by and let Ji Buping die inside his own house?! Someone he'd brought along had been killed! He would have his revenge!

Mochi's face was one giant question mark. He very much wanted to ask if something was wrong with this man's head, but he felt that would be far too rude. Surely, someone who had reached the Yang Spirit realm couldn’t be some raving lunatic? True, some Major Principle powerhouses had their emotions affected by their principles, but this one didn't seem like that kind of case.

Either way, Mochi was terrified, sensing great danger ahead. "Fellow cultivator, could we perhaps talk this over reasonably?"

Qi Yuan no longer hesitated. "Oh, so now you're slandering me for not talking reasonably? You really are a villain! The kind who comes along once in ten thousand years!"

What was one supposed to do when a criminal broke into their home? Kill him, obviously! Self-defense wasn't a crime after all! Not to mention, this particular criminal had already committed murder! A powerful aura began to spread. His Nascent Souls converged, every ounce of power gathered into him. His figure loomed larger.

Mochi's face changed abruptly and terror flooded his face. "An Alternative Yang Spirit?"

Before, Qi Yuan carried none of the aura of a Major Principle Yang Spirit. Hence, even if the man's strength considerably exceeded his own, Mochi was certain he would still have found some way to protect himself. Yet right now, Qi Yuan’s aura was approaching the Major Principle realm itself. Mochi’s heart shook, confused and shocked.

Only an Alternative Yang Spirit could explain this. But the Ten Suns Heavenly Sovereign had been vying for the throne of the Taihuang Palace Master. His talent was extraordinary. Why would someone like that walk the path of an Alternative Yang Spirit?

Qi Yuan shot an overwhelming punch straight toward Mochi. "What Alternative Yang Spirit? I'm just a righteous Violet Palace grandmaster!"

Mochi was powerless to resist. The strike represented a gap that no combat technique, spell, or divine ability could ever bridge. His body shattered, while his soul tore apart inch by inch. Qi Yuan’s blow almost rivaled the power of the Principle realm. Meanwhile, Mochi was merely at the Heavenly Position realm.

Still, his soul didn't vanish entirely. Qi Yuan had held back. If Mochi actually perished, the Moluo Clan would surely be shaken to its core. He couldn’t risk ruining his hiding and ongoing fishing expedition. Thus, he left behind half a wisp of Mochi's soul.

Mochi was seized with terror. "You—"

Just then, Qi Yuan's Great Forgetfulness Sutra activated. "Grandson, truth be told, I'm the ancestor you lost track of long ago! I am the artifact spirit of the Myriad Principle Gate! Don't tell me you've forgotten? I crippled you for your own good! It’s so that you could inherit the Myriad Principle Gate!"

Had he faced a Heavenly Venerable at full strength, the sutra wouldn't have stood a chance of working. But now, with Mochi gravely wounded and the very last of his soul held in Qi Yuan's grip, its effect was strong. He reworked Mochi's past, planting false memories deep within his mind again and again.

After roughly an hour, Qi Yuan finally let out a breath of relief. "Brainwashing complete!"

His hands were forced. What if Mochi turned out stubborn enough to sever his own soul? Not only would the Moluo Clan find out, but his success rate at fishing would also drop, and he might even end up getting fished himself.

He sighed. "Ah, what a shame. If only I had Dong Jun's silver tongue."

Brainwashing with the Great Forgetfulness Sutra was still too slow. It was nowhere near as good as Dong Jun's method, where a single sentence was all it took.

"What a waste. I smashed White Moonlight's storage pouch to bits with that one punch. All the good stuff's gone now."

Qi Yuan sighed again, a little disappointed. It couldn't be helped. This was a Yang Spirit, not a head of cabbage. A Core Formation cultivator's body might well be softer than a storage pouch, but there was no way he could smash a Yang Spirit's body like that and expect the pouch to survive.

"Then again..." He mulled it over for a moment. "Ugh, never thought I'd see the day I'd have to play the ugly one."

As the words left his mouth, his appearance shifted to the exact likeness of Mochi. Having combed through Mochi's soul, he was ready to head to Mochi's cave abode and help himself to whatever good stuff was waiting there.