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

Chapter 253: My Backing is Strong Too

The door to the private room was violently thrown open.

Five cultivators filed in, their faces full of hostility.

Leading them was the assistant manager who had been conversing with Elder Xiang Yun. His expression was calm, as if everything was under control.

He was just about to speak when one of the men from the Divine Flower Four Sovereigns spoke up.

"These people are terrible at doing business. They should have at least waited until we finished spending money, boosting the GDP, before causing trouble." The speaker was Qi Yuan. "Being too eager like this is no way to accomplish anything big."

They had just been discussing the possibility of someone causing trouble, and here they were.

The assistant manager paused, not understanding Qi Yuan's words.

He spoke slowly, "The Wangxian Tower has lost a precious artifact, the Exquisite Teapot. A staff member saw that it was you who took it. We ask that you come with us."

Qi Yuan rubbed his nose. "You should stop talking. Every time you do, my nose seems to grow longer."

The assistant manager frowned, feeling frustrated by this disconnected conversation.

He waved his hand, and a nervous-looking staff member stepped in.

As soon as the staff member entered, he immediately pointed at Qi Yuan and Rogue Immortal, speaking anxiously, "Manager, it was them. I saw it with my own eyes—they stole the Exquisite Teapot!"

At this moment, the door to the private room was open, and the cultivators outside could hear the conversation.

No matter where you are, people love to watch drama and gossip.

Quite a few cultivators began to pay close attention to what was happening in the room.

"They actually stole the Exquisite Teapot, the treasure of Wangxian Tower!"

"How bold!"

"Wait, isn’t that Feng Xie? He’s come out of seclusion!"

"This… seems suspicious."

People were gathered nearby to watch the commotion.

Among them, a man in a green robe frowned, looking worried. "Wangxian Tower is owned by Feng Palace. This is… not a simple matter."

"Ye He, are you saying these people are targeting… Feng Xie?" another man asked, his voice filled with anger.

"Yes, Feng Palace has become more and more overbearing. Feng Jun is also a descendant of the old master… and yet…" Ye He replied, his voice full of dissatisfaction.

In Feng Tian Domain, the undercurrents ran deep.

The people of Feng Palace often subtly suppressed the disciples of Wenfeng Mountain.

Ye He’s sect had a good relationship with Wenfeng Mountain.

He and Feng Xie were acquaintances.

Now, seeing Feng Xie being targeted, he realized the situation was very serious.

On the other side, the Great Sun Flame Emperor's eyes blazed with anger. "You just randomly bring in someone to say that my two brothers stole the Exquisite Teapot, and that’s supposed to be evidence?"

The assistant manager remained calm. "These two cultivators are acting suspiciously. To clear themselves, they need to hand over their storage bags for inspection!"

His tone was arrogant and left no room for argument.

It was clear he was here to stir up trouble.

"There’s no logic in asking someone to prove their innocence," the Great Sun Flame Emperor said coldly.

Although he had anticipated someone might cause trouble, encountering it still filled him with resentment.

This was why he had spent so much time in seclusion at Wenfeng Mountain, rarely going out and seldom making friends, for fear of implicating them.

As for Qi Yuan, the Ice Mountain Queen, and the others, he had already mentioned this concern before they met in person.

"If you don't prove your innocence, how will you clear your name?" a sneering voice came from the doorway as Elder Xiang Yun entered, his face full of arrogance as he looked at the Great Sun Flame Emperor.

"I came to Wangxian Tower today to meet with some friends, but the ninth-floor private rooms were all taken. Luckily, Feng Xie, your friend here, has done something interesting—stealing the Exquisite Teapot. Now there’s a room available for me, so I should really thank you!"

As Elder Xiang Yun spoke, he pulled out a spirit stone.

"Take this spirit stone as a reward for vacating the private room for me."

Elder Xiang Yun was an expert in humiliation.

If this had been anyone else, they might have had no choice but to swallow their pride.

"I suggest you confess sooner rather than later, to avoid unnecessary suffering. Otherwise… your sect might get involved, and things won’t be so simple anymore," Elder Xiang Yun continued with an air of superiority.

In the world of cultivation, strength ruled.

If this had been in Cuiyun Continent, the Bright Palace might still have feared some Yin God sects.

But in Feng Tian Domain, Feng Palace feared nothing.

Before true power, Elder Xiang Yun would be as humble as a servant. But when dealing with the weak, he was the epitome of arrogance.

He was skilled at flattering those above him and bullying those below.

The assistant manager spoke up at the right moment, his tone indifferent. "If you two confess and commit suicide to atone, your sects won’t be implicated. Otherwise…"

The other cultivators with him wore hostile expressions, exuding strong auras.

Not far away, Ye He frowned and quickly stepped forward. "I can testify that after they entered the room, they didn’t leave. This must be a misunderstanding!"

Ye He’s intervention caught everyone by surprise.

The assistant manager hesitated.

Elder Xiang Yun raised an eyebrow. "Ye He, do you know what you’re saying?"

Ye He’s status was somewhat special.

When that mythical figure fell, he left behind his daughter, Grand Sovereign Jasmine, as well as a disciple—Ye He’s sect's founder.

This disciple didn’t treat Grand Sovereign Jasmine well and was closer to Feng Jun.

Feng Palace’s attitude toward Ye He’s sect was ambiguous.

"I’m just stating the facts," Ye He said firmly, intending to help the Great Sun Flame Emperor.

The Great Sun Flame Emperor looked at Ye He with a hint of gratitude.

At a time like this, anyone who spoke up for him was truly a friend worth trusting.

The assistant manager glanced at Ye He and said slowly, "Biluozong has always been on good terms with Wenfeng Mountain. Ye He, your words can’t be trusted. I’m more inclined to believe what my staff said."

"You’re going too far!" Ye He couldn’t help but retort. "This is how you ruin Feng Palace’s reputation. If Grandmaster Taifeng were still alive and saw you abusing your power like this, he’d kill you on the spot!"

Grandmaster Taifeng was the only mythical figure in Feng Tian Domain who had fallen during the Great Tribulation.

Today, the few great sovereigns of Feng Tian Domain all had ties to Grandmaster Taifeng.

Biluozong’s founder was Taifeng’s disciple.

Feng Jun of Wenfeng Mountain was rumored to be Taifeng’s illegitimate son.

Grand Sovereign Jasmine of Feng Palace was Taifeng’s daughter and heir.

"Grand Sovereign Jasmine is Grandmaster Taifeng’s biological daughter, and Feng Palace was entrusted to her. If Grandmaster Taifeng were still alive and saw his disciple colluding with outsiders to seize the mythical treasures, he’d probably destroy Biluozong with a single blow!" Elder Xiang Yun retorted.

Feng Palace had never acknowledged Feng Jun as Taifeng’s illegitimate son.

Grand Sovereign Jasmine didn’t recognize Feng Jun as her brother either.

The cultivators present were embroiled in a heated argument.

Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up with joy. "So, you’re from Feng Palace?"

Elder Xiang Yun was taken aback but quickly responded, "Since you know we’re from Feng Palace, why haven’t you committed suicide to atone?"

"It’s all a misunderstanding," Qi Yuan said with a radiant smile. "Actually… you could say I’m sort of half a member of Feng Palace myself."

Elder Xiang Yun and the assistant manager exchanged puzzled looks.

"Hmph, someone like you, trying to claim ties with Feng Palace?" Elder Xiang Yun thought for a moment but couldn’t recall any member of Feng Palace who matched Qi Yuan’s appearance.

Even if Qi Yuan were from Feng Palace, he must have been of low status.

Someone like that would be easy to deal with.

"Ha!" Qi Yuan sneered. "It seems like you have some pull in Feng Palace?

Why don’t you tell me who your backing is in Feng Palace?"

Elder Xiang Yun looked at Qi Yuan with disdain. "My father is Elder Xiang Shan of Feng Palace!
So, tell me, do I have the authority to cleanse Feng Palace of traitors?"

Feng Palace had five Yin God elders besides Grand Sovereign Jasmine.

Elder Xiang Shan was one of them.

"Just the son of a mere elder, and you dare to act so arrogantly? Do you know… who I am?" Qi Yuan stared at Elder Xiang Yun with a domineering air, like a spoiled second-generation heir.

His imposing manner actually made Elder Xiang Yun hesitate.

Could this be some elder’s illegitimate son?
But even if that were the case, he wasn’t afraid.

"I’d like to know who your backing is!" Elder Xiang Yun retorted with a sneer.

Ye He, standing nearby, was equally taken aback, never expecting the situation to escalate like this.

Rogue Immortal also looked confused.

The onlookers, however, watched with great interest.

"Interesting, is this an internal struggle within Feng Palace?"

"What a pity for that young man. Even if he’s an elder’s illegitimate son, he’s dining with Feng Xie, which means he’s doomed in Feng Palace."

No one had high hopes for Qi Yuan.

Suppressing Wenfeng Mountain was considered politically correct in Feng Palace.

But an elder’s illegitimate son socializing with Feng Xie? What could that mean?

At best, he’d be expelled from Feng Palace; at worst, the elder might even kill him to save face.

Qi Yuan smiled, his eyes glinting. "I’m afraid if I tell you, it’ll scare you."

Having a powerful backing really made things easier.

When someone causes trouble, just pull a "my father is Zhang Erhe" move, and it always works.

The only problem was that Qi Yuan didn’t actually have a father in this situation.

Elder Xiang Yun smirked, saying nothing.

The assistant manager also looked like he was enjoying the show.

"In that case, I’ll have to call someone," Qi Yuan said, feigning helplessness.

Elder Xiang Yun watched Qi Yuan as if he were watching a joke.

The others in the room were equally excited.

"Fight! Fight!"

"I never expected to have some entertainment while dining!"

"What a pity, this time Elder Xiang Yun has an unbeatable position!"

Those who had come to gather here were either wealthy or noble.

They were all well aware of the conflict between Feng Palace and Wenfeng Mountain.

Even if Qi Yuan had strong backing, it couldn’t compare to Elder Xiang Yun’s.

Calling for backup would only result in more humiliation.

At that moment, Qi Yuan suddenly looked up at the Great Sun Flame Emperor. "Is Feng Palace located in Qinghong City?"

The Great Sun Flame Emperor nodded.

Both Feng Palace and the Dao-Seeking Palace were located in Qinghong City.

Qinghong City was also the number one city in Feng Tian Domain.

The cultivators nearby chuckled at this.

He didn’t even know that Feng Palace was in Qinghong City, and he claimed to be from Feng Palace?

Then, suddenly, a powerful aura emanated from Qi Yuan.

A strong scent of blood filled the air.

His robes turned blood-red, and a voice that seemed to pierce the heavens echoed through the ears of every cultivator.

"Grand Sovereign Jasmine, didn’t you say you had a crush on me?
Now, I, Blood-Robed Sword God, have come to Wangxian Tower. Are you not going to come out and see me?"

Qi Yuan’s voice was like thunder, filled with intense killing intent.

In that moment, it swept across the entire Qinghong City.

In every corner of Qinghong City, cultivators and even ordinary people heard the transmission.

"What… Blood-Robed Sword God?"

"Blood-Robed Sword God is here!"

"That killing god has arrived!"

The voice resonated, penetrating the Dao-Seeking Palace and even Feng Palace.

In the Dao-Seeking Palace, a towering man frowned, his gaze deep, before closing his eyes again.

In Feng Palace, several elders were caught off guard.

Qi Yuan’s declaration had taken them by surprise.

They had expected Blood-Robed Sword God to visit… but shouldn’t he have been low-key when meeting Grand Sovereign Jasmine?

Why make such a public scene?
At that moment, deep within Feng Palace, a woman dressed in a multi-colored gown lay languidly on her bed, her graceful figure exuding allure. Her eyes sparkled with amusement. "Interesting."

Back in Wangxian Tower, all the cultivators were stunned.

Especially Elder Xiang Yun, whose face was full of shock. "You’re Blood-Robed Sword God!"

How was that possible!

How could this young man be the East Land overlord, Blood-Robed Sword God!
Blood-Robed Sword God was well-known in Feng Tian Domain.

The main reason was that when Grand Sovereign Jasmine rejected the Dao-Seeking Grand Sovereign, she mentioned that her heart belonged to Blood-Robed Sword God.

People in Feng Tian Domain started investigating who this Blood-Robed Sword God was.

What they found was terrifying. Blood-Robed Sword God was a killing machine.

And not just any ordinary killing machine!
Most Yin God cultivators could be called killing gods if they killed their peers or at most a few Purple Mansion cultivators.

But Blood-Robed Sword God was different. He killed Yin Gods, Purple Mansions, and even Nascent Souls and Foundation Establishments alike.

His reasons for killing were simple.

If someone insulted him on the Divine Flower Forum, he would track them down, bring his funeral band, and start killing.

He didn’t even spare the Foundation Establishments.

Because of this, Blood-Robed Sword God became famous in Feng Tian Domain and even gained a following.

Now, the faces of the cultivators in Wangxian Tower changed.

"He’s Blood-Robed Sword God!"

"He's actually Blood-Robed Sword God?"

"I hope I didn’t… badmouth him earlier?"

"Truly a handsome man. No wonder Grand Sovereign Jasmine fell for him!"

Elder Xiang Yun’s legs trembled uncontrollably.

The assistant manager was drenched in cold sweat.

A person’s name carried weight; so did their reputation.

Anyone who knew Blood-Robed Sword God knew that he was a monstrous killer, merciless beyond compare.

He had slain countless Yin Gods.

Rumor had it he had killed over a hundred Purple Mansion cultivators, single-handedly setting the East Land’s cultivation world back by ten thousand years.

The blood-robed figure before them, exuding a palpable killing intent—who else could he be but Blood-Robed Sword God?

Elder Xiang Yun had expected the opponent to have a strong backing, but not this strong.

Now he was stuck, his face twisted in pain.

"Misunderstanding… it’s all a misunderstanding."

He couldn’t understand why the mighty Blood-Robed Sword God, an Yin God rivaling the Grand Sovereigns, would be fraternizing with someone like Feng Xie.