My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Chapter 310: Isn’t This Your Wife?

The Martial Arts Alliance branch was in an uproar.

Qi Yuan's strength, even among those at the peak of martial arts, was far from ordinary.

More importantly, he was so young.

Immediately, several martial artists from the Martial Arts Alliance approached, hoping to befriend Qi Yuan.

However, Qi Yuan wasn’t interested in any of that.

He casually said, “The water at the hotel is boiling. I need to rush back to make instant noodles.”

After he said that, he turned and left the Martial Arts Alliance branch.

The other martial artists, seeing this, looked at each other in confusion.

Many who had seen Qi Yuan outside earlier also had peculiar expressions on their faces.

“This martial artist… is quite odd.”

“If I remember correctly, he seems to have a certificate of mental illness.”

“What? Judging by his behavior, he does seem a bit off.”

“Maybe he’s damaged his brain by practicing martial arts too much?”

“God opened a window for him, but closed his door.”

The way these martial artists looked at Qi Yuan shifted from envy to pity.

Having high martial arts talent was something to envy.

But… if he had a mental illness, what good was martial arts talent, no matter how high?

He might be strong, but without his own consciousness, he would at most become a puppet in someone else’s hands, a tool for making money.

So, having a good brain was still more useful.

Qi Yuan left the Martial Arts Alliance branch, and Beihe Han Qianyun followed him out.

Yang Shan stayed behind because he had acquaintances in the Martial Arts Alliance and wanted to chat with his old friends.

Beihe Han Qianyun, on the other hand, followed Qi Yuan, and the two left together.

At this moment, Beihe Han Qianyun still had countless questions on his mind.

“Your martial arts talent is even stronger than mine. Could you be the second Luo Bufan?”

Han Qianyun walked alongside Qi Yuan.

After all, no one had broken through the limits of martial arts in hundreds of years.

If Qi Yuan managed to do it, it would be a monumental event in the martial arts world.

“My talent is actually quite average. My current strength is all thanks to my hard work!” Qi Yuan said honestly.

His martial arts talent was only mediocre to begin with.

He became this formidable because he played the game very diligently.

“You’re too modest. In ordinary circles, effort does matter, but in the martial arts world, it's all about talent. The difference between people is greater than the difference between people and dogs,” Han Qianyun said.

Han Qianyun was from an old aristocratic family himself.

However, he had an elder brother.

The “throne” belonged to his elder brother, so he couldn’t actively enter his brother's circle. Instead, he mixed in the niche martial arts circle.

This was also a form of self-preservation.

After all, his elder brother was thirteen years older and in his prime. If Han Qianyun had any thoughts of competing, how could he win?

Qi Yuan gave him a unique feeling, a sense of mystery.

And there was also that fortune teller earlier, who seemed very mysterious.

At first, Han Qianyun thought it was all a setup against him.

But now, it didn’t seem that way.

“There’s still some time before the Martial Arts Tournament. Are you staying in Longtai during this time? How about I act as your guide and show you around Longtai? Longtai has many sacred sites for martial artists; it’s a good place for us.

Don’t be fooled by your current strength; whether or not you win the championship is another matter. During this time, we can look at what the ancients left behind. It might improve your martial arts.”

Beihe Han Qianyun was very enthusiastic.

He also wanted to use this time to figure out Qi Yuan’s background.

“That sounds good. After I get married, I’ll definitely go on a honeymoon trip,” Qi Yuan replied.

But his response made no sense in the context of Han Qianyun’s suggestion.

Han Qianyun was stunned for a moment and couldn’t help but think of the mental illness certificate Qi Yuan had pulled out earlier and the discussions at the Martial Arts Alliance branch.

Could Qi Yuan really be mentally ill?

Otherwise, why was it so difficult to communicate?

Thinking of something, Han Qianyun quickly asked, “What kind of person has to go to the hospital every day?”

Qi Yuan was momentarily stunned, then looked at Han Qianyun as if he were an idiot. “You’ve watched too many videos. My mental illness is just a ruse; it’s not real.”

Hearing this, Han Qianyun breathed a sigh of relief. A truly mentally ill person wouldn’t say something like that.

“Seems I misunderstood.”

“As for who goes to the hospital every day… probably no one. Even Pangu didn’t,” Qi Yuan replied.

Time is long.

Hospitals haven’t always existed.

How could anyone go to the hospital every day?

For example, before heaven and earth were formed, who went to the hospital?

Hearing this, Han Qianyun was puzzled again.

Wasn't the mental illness just a ruse?

Why did his words make no sense?

There must be something wrong with him!

However, at that moment, Han Qianyun paused for a moment, “Did you hear a strange sound?”

Han Qianyun spoke, looking toward a nearby alley.

The alley was empty and silent.

But for some reason, he felt that a strange sound had just come from there.

“Sound?”

Qi Yuan also looked toward the alley, his eyes showing curiosity.

“I didn’t hear anything, but… we can go take a look.”

Indeed, Qi Yuan hadn’t heard any unusual sounds.

But when he followed Han Qianyun’s gaze, he sensed something strange.

“Alright.”

Han Qianyun thought for a moment and then, without hesitation, went toward the alley with Qi Yuan.

The alley wasn’t wide and was a bit dirty. Not far away, beside a flowerpot, there was a dry piece of dog poop on the ground. Judging by its moisture and color, it had been there for a while.

Beihe Han Qianyun scanned the surroundings and smiled, “Seems like it was a false alarm. I often have auditory hallucinations. Sometimes, I hear strange sounds and when I go to check, there’s nothing there.”

Han Qianyun had suffered from auditory hallucinations since he was a child.

Originally, he thought he might be some kind of chosen one who could hear what others couldn’t.

But after a hospital checkup… well, it turned out there was a minor issue with his ears.

“Could it be that it’s not hallucinations, but rather your bloodline concentration… is quite high?” Qi Yuan said casually.

“What do you mean?” Han Qianyun didn’t understand.

“You’ve opened your third eye!” Qi Yuan said with a grin.

“You talk nonsense. If I’d opened my third eye, where are the ghosts? Where are the ghosts? I haven’t even gotten married yet. If a ghost shows up, I’d marry it right away!” Han Qianyun dismissed it jokingly.

“A three-meter-tall one with two big horns… would that work?” Qi Yuan stared ahead with a peculiar expression.

“I don’t care if it has two big horns or a hairy chest. I’d still be willing! A ghost wife would be quite a rare thing. Marrying a ghost—what a wonderful idea!” Han Qianyun got more excited as he spoke, seemingly sincere.

But as he continued, he suddenly sensed something unusual.

It was as if his body had touched some sticky liquid, making it hard to move.

He felt a chill on his forehead.

“What’s happening?”

He wiped his forehead with his hand and looked at his palm.

Suddenly, a look of horror appeared on his face: “Blood!”

His hand was covered in blood, dense and dripping.

Qi Yuan stood next to Han Qianyun, a curious expression on his face. “So, this game really does have hidden maps. No, wait… this probably isn’t even the hidden map yet…”

“What are you talking about?” Han Qianyun was incredibly anxious now.

He felt his body becoming stiff and numb.

His forehead was wet, as if blood was constantly dripping.

“Look up, look at the ghost wife you wanted to marry.

But… it doesn’t seem to be a ghost.”

Qi Yuan’s voice came, and Han Qianyun instinctively looked up.

The next moment, his eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “What… is that? If it becomes my wife, I’ll be bleeding from the butt…”

Up above, a terrifying beast covered in black and red stood.

It had two horns on its head, its body covered in black flesh, with chunks of red flesh underneath.

It was holding a giant axe dripping with blood.

Qi Yuan glanced at Han Qianyun. “You’re a bit turned off. Given the situation, using such disgusting words—what’s wrong with your head?”

“You’re the one with a problem! This is a normal reaction!” Han Qianyun said, his legs trembling as he looked at the terrifying beast. “What kind of monster is this? And… where are we?”

At this moment, a weak voice came, “How did you end up here?
I see now; your bloodline concentration is high enough, and this place is too close to reality.
You accidentally brought him here.”

Han Qianyun looked over and saw the fortune teller from earlier.

At this moment, the fortune teller looked extremely miserable.

Blood was dripping from his mouth, and there was a bloody wound on his abdomen, with his intestines faintly visible.

The fortune teller, Yu Xiu, spoke weakly, “This is Xingwei Fu Mos, here to execute punishment on me because the curse on me hasn’t been lifted.

It possesses terrifying divine power; a single strike from its axe can split a small mountain. It’s a terrifying beast from myth!”

Han Qianyun blinked, looking at the wound on Yu Xiu’s abdomen.
If it’s so powerful, capable of splitting mountains with a single strike, why is there only a wound on your belly like that?

You’re pretty tough, aren’t you?

Seeing the look in Han Qianyun’s eyes, Yu Xiu felt conflicted. This Han Qianyun’s brain seemed to have a screw loose.

“I’m the punished one, and I’m supposed to be struck thirty-seven times with the axe. Each hit is of fixed damage, and the last hit is fatal.

But you two… accidentally entered the execution ground. We’re doomed; this will anger Fu Mos.

It will kill us all!”

During execution, the chance of the punished dying is thirty percent.

But… anyone accidentally entering this place is doomed to die.

Thus, some would use this rule to trick their enemies into the execution space and let the executioner handle them.

Upon hearing this, Han Qianyun’s face turned pale. He looked at the terrifying beast with two horns, utterly terrified, “I’m done for; I haven’t even married yet. I don’t want to die!”

Beside him, Qi Yuan chuckled and pointed at Fu Mos, “Isn’t this the wife you were longing for? You said earlier that you wanted to marry it!”

“I…” Han Qianyun swallowed, unable to speak.

Not far away, Yu Xiu, if not for his injuries, would have given Han Qianyun a thumbs-up and said, “You must be really desperate!”

That was Fu Mos, the executioner!

At this moment, Fu Mos seemed to have understood their conversation.

A thunderous roar suddenly erupted.

Boom!

A powerful sound wave burst out at this moment, sweeping through the entire space.

The entire space was filled with this sound wave, echoing continuously.

Qi Yuan’s eyes showed excitement, “This is… martial arts!”

Indeed, he immediately saw that the creature’s technique was of the same lineage as martial arts.

This attack was a soundwave attack.

This level of attack was naturally useless against Qi Yuan.

However, Han Qianyun beside him, and Yu Xiu not far away, were knocked unconscious by this soundwave and fell into a coma.

Fu Mos, holding a giant axe, as tall as a small mountain, approached Qi Yuan.

The sound of its footsteps echoed continuously in the space.

Fu Mos moved like a cold, unfeeling warrior, showing no emotional color, only wanting to destroy any enemies it saw.

At this moment, Qi Yuan looked at the three-meter-tall terrifying beast, a smile appearing on his face, “You want to duel me?”

Fu Mos didn’t respond, continuing to approach Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan raised his hand, “Wait, let’s fight in a bit!”

Fu Mos ignored him, continuing to close in on Qi Yuan.

At this moment, Qi Yuan looked at Han Qianyun on the ground and the unconscious Yu Xiu, reluctantly saying, “This is too unfair. Why am I the one fighting to the death while they’re just sleeping?

Should I defeat your wife, and then they wake up, thinking I defeated the monster? Where’s the justice in that?

And they’ll suspect that I’m the one who killed the monster!”

Qi Yuan was displeased.

Everyone was in danger, yet the weaklings got knocked out by the soundwave attack, leaving him to fight alone.

This was too unfair.

“Wake up!”

At that moment, Qi Yuan shouted.

It was as if thunder exploded in the space.

Han Qianyun’s eyes were still closed, his head still foggy, but his body was standing, his hair standing on end.

Yu Xiu, not far away, was in a similar state.

Qi Yuan’s voice continued to assault their ears.

This attack was even more intense than Fu Mos’s attack on the two.

Finally, after about two seconds, Yu Xiu and Han Qianyun opened their eyes.

“What’s happening? Did I pass out?” Han Qianyun was puzzled. The long-lost memory flooded back, and he widened his eyes, looking at Qi Yuan not far away, “I just dreamed I had a really awesome wife!”

Yu Xiu also felt like he had been asleep for a long time.

He was very confused now.

Fu Mos’s soundwave attack should have put someone to sleep for a whole day and night, unable to wake up.

Not even advanced tools could wake them up. How did he wake up?

“Your awesome wife is still here?” Qi Yuan pointed ahead.

Han Qianyun looked over, his previously foggy head waking up at this moment.

He widened his eyes, “The dream was real!”

At this moment, Qi Yuan looked at Fu Mos and continued, “Alright, we can continue fighting now. I’ve woken up my helpers.”

Qi Yuan clapped his hands.

Three-on-one is much more interesting.

Solo fighting while his teammates took a nap was not acceptable.

“Han Qianyun, hurry up and fight your awesome wife,” Qi Yuan said.

Han Qianyun’s legs trembled as he remembered the terrifying creature. Just one soundwave knocked him out.

How was he supposed to fight?

Yu Xiu had also lost all fighting spirit, feeling that today’s events were too strange.

“You two are useless,” Qi Yuan sighed, “seeing you two get knocked out by its roar, I decided to fight this thing alone.

But I’m not feeling balanced in my heart. Why should I be the one fighting while you two nap?

So, I woke you up, and it turns out… you’re just like this?”

Han Qianyun: “???”

Yu Xiu was also baffled.

Something was off.

“Sigh, it seems you don’t want to be a cuckold; you don’t like fighting your wife.

How about this? I’ll help you fight your wife, and you can cheer me on from the side. Today, I’ll humble myself and use you as my cheerleader.”

Qi Yuan spoke, stepping forward.

Yu Xiu’s eyes flashed sharply.

He remembered the shattered Blood Compass.

Could it be…

Beside him, Han Qianyun was trembling, his mind muddled. He could only muster the courage to say, “I’m not good at fighting, but I’m great at cheering!”

He didn’t dare face that terrifying beast.

Too much had happened today, too many bizarre things. His mind was already short-circuited.

He could only speak instinctively.

He also wondered how Qi Yuan, who was only at the peak of martial arts, would fight this terrifying beast.

“I have a sword… Kill!”

Just then, Qi Yuan shouted.

Suddenly, the entire space was filled with a red light.

A blood-red longsword seemed to come from the depths of the stars, landing in Qi Yuan’s hand.

Qi Yuan, holding the blood-red longsword, looked like a peerless sword immortal.

“This… this… this…”

Han Qianyun’s eyes widened in shock, and he felt both surprise and excitement.

“The video was real. You wiped out the three-thousand-strong military camp?”

That familiar sword, that familiar sword light, wasn’t it from the video?

It was real!

And the person wielding it was his familiar Qi Yuan.

Brother… when did you secretly become a cultivator?

A cultivator… participating in a Martial Arts Tournament?

This is…

Before he could think more, a red light suddenly flashed across the entire space.

A huge longsword slashed toward Fu Mos.

The terrifying Fu Mos leapt a hundred meters into the air, its massive axe swinging down.

A powerful strike, enough to split a small mountain.

Yu Xiu’s eyes were filled with extreme fear.

Who could withstand such a blow?

But in the next moment, he was stunned.

The blood-red light flared up, and Qi Yuan’s sword clashed with Fu Mos’s axe.

Yu Xiu initially thought Fu Mos would have the upper hand, but things didn’t go as he expected.

In the sky, Fu Mos’s body suddenly split in half, then into four pieces, then eight… more and more, smaller and smaller, until it shattered into tiny pieces…

In the sky, it started raining blood.

This was… Qi Yuan’s sword.

Fu Mos had no chance to resist.

Yu Xiu was utterly shocked, “This is… a god!”

A sword like this, capable of killing an executioner—who else could it be but a god?

Only a god could wield such majestic power.

He understood now. No wonder the Blood Compass broke.

Because he had tried to divine a god.

But he was puzzled. Why would a god be… in the real world?

His mind was in chaos, filled with deep reverence.

At this moment, Qi Yuan sheathed his sword, his robes fluttering like a celestial being. He looked at the man not far away and spoke, his voice ethereal like an orchid.

“Han Qianyun, your wife is bleeding.”

Han Qianyun: “…”