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

Chapter 401: The Eve, Discussions Among the People

The great lords were deeply moved, while the Yin Gods had words they wanted to say but could no longer find the ability to speak.

The Blood-Clad Sword God had invited them all to gather, but it wasn’t to unite with them in fighting against the Great Calamity?

His confidence and domineering declaration echoed in their ears, lingering for a long time, impossible to forget.

Many of the great lords felt ashamed.

Perhaps it was their hesitation, their self-preservation, that had caused the Blood-Clad Sword God to become disheartened.

And so, the Blood-Clad Sword God decided to abandon everyone and fight the Great Calamity alone?

“Blood-Clad Sword God…” Great Lord Yellow Ox gritted his teeth. “I may be weak, but I’m willing to go with you and face the Great Calamity together!”

He felt that he had lived long enough, and it was time to strike out at the nightmarish calamity, to die in a blaze of glory.

Qi Yuan glanced at Great Lord Yellow Ox. “You’re too far away. You won’t make it to the Central Heavenly Domain in three days, so don’t bother coming with me.”

As he spoke, he scanned everyone present.

“All you need to do is return to your domains and announce to the world that ‘Qi Yuan’s Calamity Removal’ has begun. Do not worry about any anomalies; leave everything else to me,” Qi Yuan said with confidence.

He was no longer the novice cultivator who had secretly snuck around to destroy the Black Mountain Sect, nor the little Golden Core cultivator who had to stir up trouble with multiple aliases to wipe out the Bright Palace.

He was now a high-level Purple Mansion cultivator, capable of ruling a mountain and being called a sect master in the Canglan Realm!

This time, he declared war directly, openly telling the Great Calamity: I, Qi Yuan, am coming to destroy you.

And he would personally confront it and eradicate the Calamity.

It was as simple and straightforward as that!

“The Blood-Clad Sword God has such great confidence. His aura is truly strong. You can tell he’s an extraordinary person.

With that kind of strength, he’ll certainly have a different fate from those who’ve fought the Calamity before,” Great Lord Hunqiong said with a grin at this moment.

He was merely present as a projection, not his real body, so he felt more at ease and bold.

If his voice were higher and he acted more delicate, like a girl with stars in her eyes, clenching her small fists and shouting, “Big Brother, you’re amazing,” the scene would be perfect.

Qi Yuan's gaze fell on Great Lord Hunqiong. “Why is your voice so sarcastic? Could it be… that you’re destined to be a pile of dog shit in my Yin-Yang Forbidden Land?”

The smile on Great Lord Hunqiong’s face froze. “They say the Blood-Clad Sword God is mad and has killed countless people, but it seems you understand words just fine.

I just wonder how heartbroken your parents, your relatives, and your friends will be when you fall to the Calamity.”

“Hey, can you just be a typical villain and cut your own head off already? Why all the talking? Are you paid by the word?”

Qi Yuan said, not hesitating as he reached out with a blood-red hand toward Great Lord Hunqiong.

Hunqiong’s expression didn’t change, and he remained calm. “In such a hurry? You really lack the composure of a true powerhouse.”

He waved his sleeve casually, seemingly unconcerned about Qi Yuan’s attack.

After all, this was just a projection—no big deal.

As long as he cut off his consciousness, he could return to his true body.

The Canglan Realm was vast, and he was well hidden. Even if the Blood-Clad Sword God turned the world upside down, he wouldn’t be able to find him.

However, as soon as that blood-red hand wrapped around him, Hunqiong’s expression changed drastically.

An overwhelming sense of danger surged through him. It was as though he were a helpless infant being crushed by a mighty god.

Everything about him seemed to be within the control of the blood-clad man.

“In the Canglan Realm, once I lay eyes on an evildoer, they can’t escape my grasp.

Do you even know what it means to be a high-level cultivator in the Purple Mansion realm?

Now… die!”

In the blood-red hand, blood energy boiled and churned.

With a loud crack, Great Lord Hunqiong’s body shattered bit by bit.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

Because his consciousness realized that not only was this projection breaking apart, but his true body as well!

His true body, hidden far away in a mysterious and secure location, surrounded by intricate formations—formations that even a mythical figure couldn’t penetrate easily.

But now… how was this possible?

He stared in terror at the blood-clad figure, his eyes pleading, filled with confusion.

“How… how did you do this?”

As his body disintegrated, his consciousness fractured. Blood and soul fragments scattered into pieces.

Qi Yuan squinted, his expression cold. “Did you think ‘tracing someone through the network’ was just a saying?”

After destroying the Bright Palace, Qi Yuan had already started using that method to track and destroy.

Now, he was simply retracing his steps.

Did distance matter?

Back then, a disciple from Taihuang Palace had talked tough from the upper realm, and Qi Yuan had still crushed him with a virtual sun.

As for Great Lord Hunqiong, there was no need for such effort—a simple crushing would do.

With his current strength as a high-level cultivator in the Purple Mansion realm, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that, aside from the Great Calamity, no one in the Canglan Realm could stop him.

Great Lord Hunqiong perished, dissolving into a cloud of blood.

He had been wiped out at the level of his soul. Even with a great lord’s ability to regenerate from a drop of blood, he could never return to the world of the living.

The other great lords watching this scene showed expressions of shock.

Great Lord Yellow Ox trembled as he spoke, “Great Lord Hunqiong… is dead?”

Not just his projection—his true body had been annihilated as well.

The other great lords could sense this, while the Yin Gods, unaware, assumed that only Hunqiong’s projection had died.

Qi Yuan casually clapped his hands, killing Great Lord Hunqiong as easily as squashing an ant.

“Now then, I’ll leave the matter of spreading the word to you all,” Qi Yuan said, his tone once again light and casual.

The Yin Gods present all breathed a sigh of relief.

“We will definitely work hard to spread the news about ‘Qi Yuan’s Calamity Removal.’”

“Within one day, half the Canglan Realm will know of this plan!”

“Blood-Clad Sword God, please be careful. The Great Calamity… isn’t something that can be easily dealt with.

Otherwise… the Canglan Realm wouldn’t still be like a pigpen after all these years,” an old man sighed, his eyes filled with longing.

For these cultivators, ascending to the upper realm was their lifelong dream.

Living in the lower realm felt like being trapped, unable to nourish their divine bodies with immortal essence, like living in a sewer.

“Enough with the chit-chat. I’ve already written the promotional material myself. All you need to do is copy, paste, and send it out.

You handle the promotion, I’ll handle the action. Goodbye! Oh, and it’s everyone’s responsibility to rectify the cultivation practices of the Canglan Realm, starting with me!”

With that, Qi Yuan disappeared.

He left behind a group of great lords and Yin Gods, confused and filled with complex emotions.

“Can the Blood-Clad Sword God really do it?”

“We’re talking about the Great Calamity… even Yang Gods can’t destroy it!”

...

Central Heavenly Domain.

In a tavern, a young man’s eyes widened in surprise.

“There are still hundreds of years left before the Great Calamity is supposed to begin, and yet the Canglan Realm has already declared war on it. How dare they! Why not build up their strength a bit more?”

“Huh? They declared war? Why would they do that?” asked the female cultivator beside him, equally astonished.

The two of them were from the Star-Separation Realm.

Like the Canglan Realm, the Star-Separation Realm was one of the three thousand worlds that had fallen from Taihuang Palace. The Star-Separation Realm was much stronger than the Canglan Realm.

There had been a time when three Yang Gods rose up together to fight the Great Calamity, but they were tragically defeated in the end.

Still, the cultivators of the Star-Separation Realm considered fighting the Calamity their mission.

Many of them left their world to contact powerful figures in other realms to unite against the Calamity, but their efforts had borne little fruit.

“Could it be Great Lord Whitefish? But he’s not the type!” Wang Lingshan speculated.

Great Lord Whitefish was the most powerful known figure in the Canglan Realm, and it would make sense if he were the one leading the resistance.

“It wasn’t him. It was the Blood-Clad Sword God, a powerful figure who’s emerged in the last two years.

Strange, there isn’t much information about him, and this whole resistance against the Calamity feels a bit like a joke,” Wang Lingtong said, his tone tinged with helplessness.

He handed several jade slips to Wang Lingshan.

These slips were from organizations similar to the Divine Flower Society, with one of them being directly from the Divine Flower Society itself.

These contained public announcements and various pieces of information.

Wang Lingshan sent her divine sense into them, and her face took on a strange expression.

“One day equals a hundred years, the solution to the Great Calamity is at hand!”

“Qi Yuan’s Calamity Removal, new life for the Canglan Realm!”

“Better to descend to the underworld than leave the Calamity standing!”

“Remove the Calamity, correct the atmosphere, and the spiritual energy of the Canglan Realm will soar!”

“Qi Yuan is strong, the Calamity will surrender and bang its head against the wall for him!”

Seeing these declarations, Wang Lingshan was left speechless.

“Is this... real or fake?”

“This is too chaotic; it feels like a farce.

Won't this provoke the Calamity?”

“No matter what, if he really eliminates the Calamity, the Star-Separation Realm must offer some help.

Even if he ultimately fails, if he can at least take a bite out of the Calamity, it will be worth it!”

At this moment, across the Canglan Realm—whether in the world of cultivation or among mortals—the hottest topic was "Qi Yuan’s Calamity Removal."

In the Divine Flower Society, countless people were left dumbfounded.

“What? The Calamity Removal is really going to start?”

“Is the cultivation method really poisonous? I haven’t felt anything.”

“Last night, when I was discussing this in my third aunt’s cousin’s boudoir, she said the cultivation method is only harmful to the Yin Gods and has nothing to do with us!”

“Right, we small fry aren’t even on the Calamity’s radar. Now they’re forcing us to resist the Calamity. What if we provoke it and it comes after us?”

“You people have no conscience! If the cultivation method is poisonous, our lives are in someone else's hands. Is that fine with you? What about your descendants? If they’re born, will they also become fodder? Are you okay with that?”

“So, does that mean even if Qi Yuan wins against the Calamity, we might still die?”

“Why is this guy named Qi Yuan? He sounds like that top Purple Mansion cultivator from the Shenguang Sect. Could they be the same person?”

“It’s common for people to have the same name! How could one be a mere Purple Mansion cultivator and the other a lord at the peak of the world?”

All over, people were discussing the “Qi Yuan’s Calamity Removal.”

Even in the remote Shenguang Sect, this news had reached their ears.

However, no one connected this Qi Yuan to the one on the Seven-Colored Peak.

Even though Deadwood True Lord knew Qi Yuan was extraordinary, and Kang Fuluo understood that Qi Yuan was much stronger than they had initially thought.

But to them, removing the Calamity was nearly equivalent to opposing the Heavenly Dao itself—something Qi Yuan could never accomplish.

Meanwhile, at the Origin God Assembly, Jiang Lingsu clutched a jade slip from the Divine Flower Society, fuming with anger. “Ugh! These people are disgusting. Not only are they not supporting us, but they’re slandering us!”

Qi Yuan wasn’t surprised by this at all.

As for the chatter online, he didn’t bother with it.

He believed that once the Great Calamity was eradicated, the atmosphere of the Canglan Realm would improve greatly thanks to him.

“No worries, just report those trolls to Little Fox Girl,” Qi Yuan said casually.

“But I’m still so mad!” Jiang Lingsu said, frustrated.

She had already switched between several alternate accounts to defend her senior brother online.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t outnumber the masses.

“These people should go straight to hell!” Jiang Lingsu fumed.

Seeing her cute, angry expression, Qi Yuan chuckled. “Maybe… they will all end up in hell?”

Hearing this, Jiang Lingsu's heart tightened in a moment of pain. She quickly said, “Spit, spit, spit! Don’t say such unlucky things. The Calamity will be destroyed, and you’ll be safe, senior brother!”

“Don’t worry, the underworld is my home. Even if they go there, they’ll be fine.”

“That’s true… last time you had the Ghost Painter design the underworld,” Jiang Lingsu tilted her head, remembering.

“And don’t forget, you’ve got an investment in a piece of land there,” Qi Yuan added lightly.

In the early days of the Shenguang Sect, Qi Yuan’s cultivation techniques and spirit stones had come either from his ‘white moonlight’ or from his busty little junior sister.

Jiang Lingsu blushed at the thought, tugging on Qi Yuan’s sleeve with a sincere look in her eyes. “Senior brother, this time… you really must be careful. If… there’s even the slightest chance you can’t defeat the Calamity, please just run!”

She knew her senior brother was powerful.

But once, she had glimpsed a fragment of the Calamity through her family’s treasured artifact.

The sheer power of it was beyond comprehension.

She couldn’t imagine how her senior brother could possibly win.

After all, just over two years ago, she had been sneaking around with him, fearfully trailing an enemy, and in the end, her senior brother had ambushed and killed the Foundation Establishment-level enemy with a kitchen knife.

Now, he was openly declaring war on the Great Calamity—it felt like an entirely different lifetime.

At the same time, she recalled the overwhelming killing intent that had once radiated from him, and her eyes softened.

How much had her senior brother endured? How many hardships had he gone through to reach this point?

But she knew nothing of it.

“Don’t worry. As long as the plan is solid, I’ll make sure it’s carried out! I managed to wipe out the Bright Palace, so what’s a mere Calamity?” Qi Yuan said passionately.

Jiang Lingsu: “…Senior brother, maybe you should stop talking. I’m worried about your mental state.”

The Bright Palace was powerful, sure, but compared to the Great Calamity, it was as fragile as an ant.

“Senior brother, I believe in you!” Jiang Lingsu clenched her fists, eyes full of resolve. “I’ll support you both mentally and physically!”

But as soon as she said that, her face turned red.

How could she support him physically?

However, seeing that her senior brother didn’t seem to catch the awkwardness in her words, she breathed a sigh of relief, mixed with a hint of disappointment.

She decided to register a few more alternate accounts and blast those who dared question her senior brother until they regretted everything!