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

Chapter 247: Keeping Promises

Qi Yuan's words left everyone present stunned, especially the Nascent Soul cultivators. The disciples and elders of the Shen Guang Sect exchanged confused glances.

Not far away, Jiang Lingsu covered her face with her sleeve and whispered helplessly to Jiang Ran, "Senior Brother is acting crazy again!"

Senior Brother was great in every other way, except for his occasional bouts of craziness.

What does he mean by saying that there aren't enough Nascent Souls? At this moment, True Lord Kuangjian stroked his beard and said, "True Lord, your words... are quite astonishing, to say the least."

"We cultivators condense one Nascent Soul from our shattered Golden Core. How could there be two?" True Lord Chayu also questioned, confused.

Shen Zhifeng's expression was grim, but she couldn't find the words to refute.

Most of the Nascent Soul cultivators present were skeptical of Qi Yuan's claim.

After all, the concept of condensing a single Nascent Soul from a Golden Core was widely accepted, like the idea that one plus one equals two.

Could there really be someone capable of condensing two Nascent Souls?

Only Shen Wushen seemed deep in thought after hearing Qi Yuan's words, muttering to himself, "Not enough Nascent Souls?"

In his understanding, it was only possible to condense one Nascent Soul.

The Nascent Soul was formed from the shattered Golden Core.

One Golden Core could only give rise to one Nascent Soul.

Even if someone forcibly tried to form two, wouldn't it just divide the power of the Golden Core into two weaker halves?

Wouldn't that make them weaker instead of stronger? Shen Wushen looked at Qi Yuan, puzzled. "The Nascent Soul comes from the Golden Core. Even if one could form two, it wouldn't make any real difference."

Shen Wushen sincerely sought answers, genuinely curious.

This caused the other Nascent Soul cultivators to feel puzzled.

Was there really any point in discussing this?

Shen Zhifeng's expression shifted multiple times, and she wanted to remind Shen Wushen.

But in the end, she held back her thoughts.

"You're right; that's how most people think.

But only true geniuses can find another path.

The solution is simple: don't shatter your Golden Core to form a Nascent Soul! Let the Golden Core follow its path, and the Nascent Soul follow its own.

Two different paths, both leading to Rome." Qi Yuan's words were astonishing, and the reference to "Rome" added an air of mystery, making them sound profound.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators frowned, trying to grasp the deeper meaning of Qi Yuan's words.

Could the Golden Core really follow its own path?

Could the Nascent Soul walk its own road?

Shen Wushen also frowned deeply, seriously contemplating this idea.

At this moment, Shen Zhifeng interjected, "Nonsense! How could such a path exist in this world? My lord, don't be deceived!"

She was certain Qi Yuan was spouting nonsense, deliberately trying to mess with the other cultivators.

Many Nascent Souls shared her skepticism.

What Qi Yuan said was too outlandish, too incomprehensible.

After all, it's difficult to change people's deeply ingrained beliefs.

It's like someone telling a person on Earth that the Earth is flat—most people wouldn't believe it.

"Unless you show us two Nascent Souls," Shen Zhifeng challenged.

Qi Yuan shrugged, "Why should I show you my Nascent Souls?"

Even though he was hosting a Nascent Soul ceremony to show off, there was a difference between showing off voluntarily and being forced to.

Shen Zhifeng was momentarily stunned, then offered, "Ten Jade-level techniques!"

Qi Yuan remained indifferent.

That's more like it.

But then he remembered his bet with Shen Wushen and added, "What if I really have two Nascent Souls? Then what?"

He wanted to get more out of this.

"If you do, I'll give you one hundred thousand spirit stones!" Shen Zhifeng declared. "If you don't, you'll have to serve as a sparring partner for my lord for ten years."

A die-hard fan would never stop rooting for Shen Wushen.

"No deal, I'm not interested in spirit stones." Qi Yuan really wasn't interested in spirit stones anymore.

He had reached a level where, like Jack Ma, he could claim that money didn't interest him.

Only techniques could catch his attention now.

Shen Zhifeng gritted her teeth. As the leader of a sect, she could certainly offer more.

But she couldn't gamble away the sect's resources.

She thought for a moment and then said through gritted teeth, "If you have two Nascent Souls, I'll eat Monk Wudian's boots!"

Qi Yuan's eyes lit up.

Now, this was going to be fun!

Usually, Qi Yuan's dealings with white moonlights were all about benefiting himself while harming others.

But if Shen Zhifeng ate Monk Wudian's boots, it would harm others without benefiting herself.

Qi Yuan found that quite appealing.

"Deal!"

Qi Yuan agreed readily.

The Nascent Soul cultivators exchanged glances, some struggling to suppress their laughter.

Even Monk Wudian didn't expect to be dragged into this. He blinked and looked at Qi Yuan, saying, "True Lord, hurry up and show those two Nascent Souls!"

He was particularly eager for Qi Yuan to actually have two Nascent Souls.

That way, his boots would finally find a purpose.

Monk Wudian never wore shoes, and there was a reason for that.

He had a pair of treasure boots, extremely valuable, which could significantly increase his flying speed.

These boots were one of Monk Wudian's favorite treasures.

He had once practiced a foot technique that was a powerful Daoist art. However, while practicing, something went wrong, and he ended up with horribly stinky, rotten feet.

The stench wasn't ordinary—it was the stench of a cultivator.

His treasure boots got contaminated with that smell, reeking like a dead rat in a drain or a decaying snake by the roadside.

Because of that foot technique, Monk Wudian could no longer wear shoes, and the smell eventually dissipated.

But he kept those treasure boots, always hoping to sell them.

Unfortunately, even when priced at twenty thousand spirit stones, no Nascent Soul cultivator was willing to buy them.

After all, the boots still stank.

Monk Wudian, excited, said, "Sect Master Shen, if you want to eat my boots, you'll have to pay me twenty thousand spirit stones first!"

That was why Monk Wudian was hoping Qi Yuan would win.

If Qi Yuan won, Monk Wudian could finally get rid of those boots.

He said this while pulling out the two boots from a separate storage bag.

Immediately, a foul stench filled the air.

"Monk Wudian, put those away!"

"Ugh..."

Even the Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't stand the smell.

Not far away, Qi Yuan smiled, "The cultivation world is great—when people bet on eating boots, they actually eat them."

After all, on Earth, there were so many people who bluffed about eating and drinking as bets.

If Qi Yuan ever encountered that, he'd make sure those people became honest and trustworthy.

"Watch closely—here are my two Nascent Souls."

Qi Yuan had many Nascent Souls, so showing two was no problem at all.

And this time, it wasn't like when he had to partially awaken them to cure his junior sister, Jiang Lingsu.

Instantly, two streams of light flashed.

Around Qi Yuan floated two crystal-clear Nascent Souls, resembling infantile beings.

Each Nascent Soul emitted an ancient, restrained aura, as if hiding immense power.

Every Nascent Soul cultivator present felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

Their bodies seemed to tremble slightly. But they still gasped in astonishment.

"Nascent Souls... two of them!"

"Really, two!"

"Haha, I finally get to sell my boots!"

Even Elder Withered Wood's eyes widened in disbelief. He never expected there could really be two Nascent Souls.

How could there be someone with two Nascent Souls in this world? This was even more unbelievable than reaching the Nascent Soul stage at twenty.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Shen Zhifeng's pupils constricted, and her eyes emitted a terrifying golden light as she used her eye technique to try and pierce through what she assumed was Qi Yuan's illusion.

But even with her eye technique, there were still two Nascent Souls.

Shen Wushen stared at the Nascent Souls, his gaze flickering with countless streams of light.

What he saw far surpassed what the other Nascent Soul cultivators could perceive.

"These are Nascent Souls..."

"No, how can these Nascent Souls be so terrifying?"

He couldn't understand it.

Facing these Nascent Souls felt like facing not just Nascent Souls but terrifying Yin Gods.

His master was an Yin God who could walk across the heavens, revered as a myth.

But even so, the feeling his master gave him wasn't as intense as what Qi Yuan's Nascent Souls did.

It was utterly inconceivable.

"Alright, you've seen my two Nascent Souls. Isn't it time you ate Monk Wudian's boots?" Qi Yuan asked with a smile.

He took great pleasure in causing trouble that didn't benefit himself.

Shen Zhifeng's expression changed multiple times.

At that moment, Shen Wushen spoke, "A promise made is as good as gold. If you can't keep your word, then never make a promise in this life."

Shen Zhifeng lowered her head, "My lord, you are right."

She then turned to Monk Wudian.

"Twenty thousand spirit stones to use your boots!"

Monk Wudian beamed with joy as he handed the two stinky boots to Shen Zhifeng.

"Sect Master Shen, my boots may have a strong smell, but they have a great texture, made from Golden Water Sacred Wood and Samara Silk, with a slightly sweet and spicy flavor."

Shen Zhifeng took the boots and immediately felt nauseated by the stench.

But she gritted her teeth and forced herself to eat the boots.

The Nascent Soul cultivators present watched with amusement, but none dared to mock her openly.

After all, Shen Zhifeng was the sect master of the Demon Lust Sect.

At that moment, Qi Yuan clapped his hands, "Not bad. Keeping promises and acting decisively, much better than the people on Earth."

Qi Yuan had already decided that if he ever got the chance to return to Earth, he would ensure the culture there was rectified, making sure all those who bluffed about eating and drinking actually kept their promises, just like Shen Zhifeng.

Shen Zhifeng furrowed her brows and turned away, not wanting to look at Qi Yuan.

Her expression was incredibly complex, and she was holding her breath.

If Shen Wushen hadn't been present, she would have run off to dissect her stomach and remove the pieces of the boot to throw away.

Right now, every breath she took was filled with the stench, so she didn't dare speak.

"Shen Wushen, where are the techniques?" Qi Yuan asked, turning to Shen Wushen.

He had won the bet, so Shen Wushen owed him all the techniques he had.

Shen Wushen was straightforward, showing no hesitation.

"These are all the techniques I have."

"The divine technique, please wait a moment."

As he spoke, he pulled out a blank jade slip and recorded the technique he practiced onto it.

"The divine technique is called Supreme Chaos Disruption Art. I hope you don't share it with others."

The storage bag was handed over to Qi Yuan.

Inside, Qi Yuan found one divine technique, fourteen Heaven-tier techniques, and three Mystic-tier techniques.

As for Jade-tier techniques, Shen Wushen had none.

Seeing this, Qi Yuan was overjoyed.

"Don't worry, I won't let anyone else see the techniques you gave me."

After all, these techniques were destined to be incorporated into the Qi Yuan Canon.

He wasn't lacking in spirit stones; what he needed were techniques.

"Friend, do you really lack techniques?" Shen Wushen asked as he looked at Qi Yuan.

Shen Wushen naturally held great admiration for Qi Yuan.

Even the saint son of Futu Mountain wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow from Qi Yuan at the Nascent Soul stage.

And that saint son was the personal disciple of a Yang God, trained by the Yang God himself.

Yet he was still inferior to this cultivator from the lower realm.

In Shen Wushen's eyes, even if Qi Yuan were in the upper realm, he would still be one of the most outstanding geniuses.

"Lack? I really do. Why, do you have a way to get more?" Qi Yuan asked expectantly, looking at Shen Wushen.

"I can... but it's not easy." Shen Wushen replied after some thought.

"How about this, if you can get me another divine technique, I'll modify your divine technique for free, boosting its power by at least twice. How does that sound?" Qi Yuan quickly proposed. "If you can get me more Heaven-tier techniques, I can even guide you, helping you reach greater heights on the path of the Nascent Soul.

Of course, my Nascent Souls are one of a kind, but yours... still have plenty of room for improvement."

As Qi Yuan's power grew, his vision became more refined.

During his time in the Mortal Heart Realm, he had even taken on the form of an Yin God, and guiding a Nascent Soul cultivator was a trivial matter for him.

Shen Wushen listened and observed Qi Yuan carefully, finally nodding, "Deal!"

He chose to trust Qi Yuan.

After all, a genius of Qi Yuan's caliber had no reason to deceive him.

As for modifying his divine technique, Shen Wushen wasn't entirely convinced. After all, a divine technique was created by a Yang God—how could a Nascent Soul cultivator improve it?

Even if Qi Yuan tried, he would probably make it worse, not better.

But Shen Wushen trusted Qi Yuan's guidance.

"It's a deal!" Qi Yuan agreed enthusiastically.

At that moment, a cheerful voice rang out.

"Father is having a meal here without inviting Jianjun?"

A young girl, around seven or eight years old, floated into view, her eyes sparkling with joy.

The Nascent Soul cultivators present were surprised by the sudden appearance of the girl, unable to discern her cultivation level.

Shen Zhifeng's eyes widened in disbelief.

She knew that this girl was an Yin God! An Yin God calling Qi Yuan "father"? What was going on? Shen Wushen was also momentarily stunned.

He seemed to understand now.

No wonder Qi Yuan was so powerful.

He was the husband of a Moon Maiden! The Moon Maiden was one of the heirs to the Moon God Palace.

Her status was even higher than that of the saint son of Futu Mountain.

Could it be that the Moon Maiden had visited the Canglan Realm and had a child with Qi Yuan? Then she returned to the upper realm.

But Qi Yuan, due to the limitations of the Canglan Realm, couldn't ascend to the upper realm.

If that were the case, everything made sense.

After all, only a true genius like Qi Yuan could capture the heart of a Moon Maiden.

The Moon Maidens of the Moon God Palace rarely fell in love, but once they did, they were devoted... to one person for life.

"This is my daughter, Qi Jianjun," Qi Yuan introduced to the Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Nascent Souls were even more bewildered.

Wasn't Qi Yuan only twenty years old? How could he have a daughter this old?

At that moment, Qi Jianjun transmitted a message to Qi Yuan, her eyes filled with a bright smile, "Father, this person in front of you... he's from the upper realm!"