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

Chapter 259: Shameless!

In the Phoenix Palace, Great Sovereign Jasmine lay lazily on her bed, a playful smile flickering across her brows.
“So soon, the two of them are already facing off. They are quite eager,” she whispered, her breath fragrant.

Great Sovereign Jasmine had anticipated this clash between the Blood-Robed Sword God and Great Sovereign Wu Jun in her plan.

What surprised her was how quickly it happened.

In the ancient mirror before her, a man in a dark cyan robe stood with his back to Great Sovereign Jasmine, speaking in a low voice.

“Who do you think will win this battle?”

“Is there even a need to think? Of course, it will be Great Sovereign Wu Jun,” Great Sovereign Jasmine replied, gracefully brushing her hair aside.

Great Sovereign Wu Jun was a peak-level Fourth Step cultivator.

The Blood-Robed Sword God, in the Canglan Realm, could at most reach the Fourth Step and was no match for Great Sovereign Wu Jun.

“I disagree with you,” the voice from the ancient mirror said in a low tone.

“What? Do you think the Blood-Robed Sword God could actually win?” Great Sovereign Jasmine laughed. “If he does win, I might actually fall for him. What’s the harm in spending a day as a pair of desperate lovers with him?”

The figure in the ancient mirror seemed not to hear her teasing words and continued, “He’s the one challenging Great Sovereign Wu Jun. I’ve always believed that whoever issues the challenge is confident of victory.”

In his view, the Blood-Robed Sword God wouldn’t challenge Great Sovereign Wu Jun unless he was confident in his success.

After all, at their level, who would take on a challenge without certainty?

This was the same reason why, despite many powerful figures secretly coveting the Mythical Treasure that Great Sovereign Jasmine had guarded for so many years, none dared to openly snatch it.

“If I hadn’t met the Blood-Robed Sword God, I might have believed you. But he is... someone who defies common sense,” Great Sovereign Jasmine recalled her encounter with the Blood-Robed Sword God.

When most Great Sovereigns meet, their conversations are polite and respectful, like the flow of water over a high mountain.

But not with him. He would frequently say things like, “If you love me so much, why not give me the Mythical Treasure?”

He spoke without leaving himself any room to retreat.

“Well, let’s wait and see,” the figure in the ancient mirror said before falling silent again.

Great Sovereign Jasmine rose from her bed, her colorful robes draping perfectly over her curvaceous body. Her exposed calves were covered in stockings as thin as cicada wings, and underneath, there seemed to be tattoo-like kiss marks.

“I’m going to the Seeking Dao Palace to see the show.”

At this moment, across all of Feng Tianyu, any Yin Gods near the Seeking Dao Palace were rushing there.

They regretted missing the initial showdown, but they needed to be on-site to witness the result firsthand.

A battle between Great Sovereigns could easily result in life or death with the slightest mistake.

Naturally, they wanted to witness such a rare event—a life-and-death duel between Great Sovereigns, something not seen for millennia.

It didn’t take long for terrifying auras to arrive at the Seeking Dao Palace.

A total of six Yin Gods descended.

These Yin Gods were led by Great Sovereign Jasmine and the Seven Wounds Elder.

The arrival of six Yin Gods caused the Purple Mansion cultivators of the Seeking Dao Palace to tremble with fear. They had never seen so many Yin Gods at once in their lives.

“It’s a pity this divine battle happened so suddenly. We missed the chance to witness it,” said the Seven Wounds Elder, a Great Sovereign from the Demon Beast Domain. His true form was a demonic beast, though no one knew which kind.

He now resided in Feng Tianyu.

Standing beside Great Sovereign Jasmine, he chuckled amiably.

Great Sovereign Jasmine’s gaze was enchanting. “I wonder if I’ll have the chance to meet that interesting man again.”

She was referring to the Blood-Robed Sword God.

When Great Sovereigns clash, there is a high chance that a Yin God could perish.

Li Yaxian and her granddaughter stood nearby, looking anxious. The events of today had been too outrageous and surreal. They still felt as if they were in a dream.

Hearing Great Sovereign Jasmine’s words, their faces turned pale.

If the Blood-Robed Sword God were to fall, what would they do?

Their hearts were in turmoil, but none of the cultivators present paid any attention to them.

Meanwhile, in the virtual realm...

A vast divine domain, as large as a star, filled with pure and pristine metal energy, spread out.

Qi Yuan’s eyes remained calm as he looked at Great Sovereign Wu Jun. “Now you see... how small your divine domain is, don’t you?”

Great Sovereign Wu Jun swallowed hard.

After the terrifying figure unleashed his divine domain, his own divine domain had collapsed almost instantly.

Although both were of the metal element, the gap between him and the terrifying figure before him was immense.

How could there be such a divine domain in the world?

“What is this?” Great Sovereign Wu Jun was no longer calm. His previous pride and fighting spirit were shattered with the appearance of the Grand Duke of Metal Virtue, Tai Bai Tai Hao Star Lord.

“Are you blind?” Qi Yuan scoffed, glancing at Great Sovereign Wu Jun. “This is my Nascent Soul. Can't you tell?”

Qi Yuan spoke truthfully, even with a hint of pride.

Great Sovereign Wu Jun was speechless.

At first, the Blood-Robed Sword God did summon his Nascent Soul.

But then the Nascent Soul said, “At your command,” and transformed into a majestic... mythical figure.

However, the mythical figure before him seemed quite unusual, and the divine domain was excessively vast.

“Blood-Robed Sword God... you must be joking,” Great Sovereign Wu Jun bowed his head.

He felt a mix of emotions.

A legendary mythical figure, standing at the pinnacle of the Canglan Realm, had challenged him.

Bullying a new Great Sovereign who had just reached the Fourth Step—where was the justice in that?

“I concede this battle!” Great Sovereign Wu Jun bowed his head and straightforwardly admitted defeat.

How could he continue to fight?

The difference in power was too vast; admitting defeat was the only choice.

He felt deeply conflicted.

He wanted to say to Qi Yuan, “If you’re a mythical figure, just say so. Why bother challenging me?”

“Concede?” Qi Yuan’s eyes lit up. “Hand over your cultivation techniques.”

Before the battle, they had made a wager.

If Qi Yuan won, he would receive all the cultivation techniques that Great Sovereign Wu Jun practiced.

If Qi Yuan lost, he would have to stay away from Great Sovereign Moli forever and never touch the Mythical Treasure.

Great Sovereign Wu Jun did not hesitate and handed Qi Yuan a jade slip. He spoke respectfully, “These are all the cultivation techniques I have practiced.”

His heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Today’s events were so surreal that they felt like a dream.

“Since that’s settled, let’s return. I’m in a hurry and have other pressing matters to attend to,” Qi Yuan said earnestly, not wanting to waste more time here.

“Alright.” Great Sovereign Wu Jun quickly agreed.

In an instant, both figures disappeared from the virtual realm.

About ten breaths later, a rusty red mechanical bird appeared in the virtual realm.

The entire body of this mechanical bird seemed to be forged from iron. Perhaps due to its age, it was covered in rust. It had only one intact eye; the other was shattered.

A mechanical voice sounded at this moment.

“Target: Blood-Robed Sword God. Trump card: unknown mythical figure. This mythical figure’s state is peculiar, suspected to possess strength up to the peak of the Sixth Step of Heaven Ascension.”

The rusty red mechanical bird processed the information and transmitted it to the four generals of the Lei Family.

...

At the Seeking Dao Palace, a spatial ripple suddenly appeared.

All the Yin Gods present looked over, their eyes filled with curiosity.

They wanted to see who would emerge and how many would come out.

Before anyone emerged, a voice echoed in the minds of all the Yin Gods.
“So many Yin Gods here—what’s the occasion today? Is it a festival? Are we having a feast?”

With this voice, Qi Yuan, wearing a blood-red robe, appeared.

Behind him, Great Sovereign Wu Jun, still in his blood armor, stood like a subordinate.

This scene stunned all the Yin Gods present.

Great Sovereign Wu Jun’s demeanor and reaction already revealed the outcome of the battle.

He... lost!

The Purple Mansion cultivators of the Seeking Dao Palace wore expressions of disbelief.

Their Seeking Dao Palace’s ruler of the three domains, Great Sovereign Wu Jun, had actually lost to the Blood-Robed Sword God.

They looked at Great Sovereign Wu Jun, seemingly unable to accept the result, yearning for a verbal confirmation from him.

“I... lost,” Great Sovereign Wu Jun admitted without hesitation.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the Yin Gods present changed, and their gazes toward Qi Yuan also shifted.

Especially Great Sovereign Jasmine and the Seven Wounds Elder. If before they had regarded the Blood-Robed Sword God as a junior with some power, now they treated him as a peer.

“The Blood-Robed Sword God’s skills are astounding. I am impressed,” the Seven Wounds Elder said, showing respect to Qi Yuan.

Great Sovereign Jasmine winked flirtatiously at Qi Yuan, “When will you come to the Phoenix Palace to sit and discuss Dao with me?”

The other Yin Gods also introduced themselves, congratulating Qi Yuan on his victory.

Great Sovereign Wu Jun stood silently behind Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan exchanged a few words with the Seven Wounds Elder before his gaze fell on Great Sovereign Jasmine.

“Don’t you like me?

Today, I defeated Great Sovereign Wu Jun. Don’t you think I’m impressive, brimming with masculinity?”

Qi Yuan said as he raised his arm.

Unfortunately, as a cultivator, he no longer sweated, so there was no scent.

Great Sovereign Jasmine narrowed her eyes, sensing an ominous feeling.

Sure enough, she heard Qi Yuan say next,

“You must love me even more now, right? Shouldn’t you take this opportunity to confess to me? If you give me the Mythical Treasure as a gift, I might reluctantly agree to be your boyfriend for a day.”

Hearing this, the Yin Gods couldn’t help but chuckle.

The Blood-Robed Sword God was indeed as rumored—a character.

Great Sovereign Jasmine’s smile froze. She forced an awkward smile. “You’re a bit... too forward. You’re making me blush.”

“A quality man like me would be in high demand in the matchmaking market. If you don’t act quickly, you won’t have another chance to be this close to me,” Qi Yuan said seriously.

For now, he still found Great Sovereign Jasmine appealing.

But who knows? After playing a few more games, he might become someone even Great Sovereign Jasmine couldn’t reach.

Great Sovereign Jasmine smiled charmingly but didn’t give a direct answer.

Qi Yuan shrugged, losing interest in pursuing the matter further. Suddenly, he turned his gaze to the Purple Mansion cultivators who had surrounded him earlier.

He addressed Great Sovereign Wu Jun with a commanding tone, “I defeated you in our challenge, and now it’s time for me to challenge these old monsters, right?”

He looked at the Purple Mansion cultivators, his fighting spirit blazing.

A month ago, these old fellows would have been the precious moons in his heart.

But times had changed. Now, these old fellows were past their prime and far less attractive.

Qi Yuan’s words left the Yin Gods puzzled.

The Purple Mansion cultivators exchanged uneasy glances.

Was he serious?
After defeating a Great Sovereign, he was going to challenge the Purple Mansion cultivators?

But unfortunately, the Purple Mansion cultivators trembled in fear. They didn’t dare speak against Qi Yuan.

This Blood-Robed Sword God bullied them because they were old and weak!
The Blood-Robed Sword God had killed countless people. If they spoke and displeased him, and he killed them with a single sword strike, no one would avenge them.

Great Sovereign Wu Jun was also frustrated, unable to understand Qi Yuan’s line of thinking.

He said solemnly, “On behalf of the Seeking Dao Palace’s Purple Mansion cultivators... I concede.”

“Great Sovereign Wu Jun, how can you speak on behalf of the Purple Mansion cultivators of the Seeking Dao Palace?
They haven’t even expressed their opinions yet, and you’re already speaking for them.

What if they don’t want to concede and wish to fight me honorably?” Qi Yuan looked at the Purple Mansion cultivators with a puzzled expression.

“Is there anyone among you who dares to accept my challenge?”

Great Sovereign Wu Jun was left speechless.

Among the Purple Mansion cultivators, the sloppy Taoist suddenly stepped forward, his voice trembling with respect.

“Blood-Robed Sword God, this junior concedes and is willing to present my techniques to the senior!”

Seeing this, the other Purple Mansion cultivators quickly followed suit.

“We all concede and are willing to present our techniques to the senior!”

Dozens of Purple Mansion cultivators conceded simultaneously, their expressions extremely respectful.

Accepting the challenge was out of the question—they wouldn’t dare, not even with a thousand lives.

At this point, conceding and offering their techniques was all they could do.

Qi Yuan grinned widely, looking at Great Sovereign Wu Jun, “See? This is the power of public opinion. They are captivated by my charismatic personality and willingly concede.”

Qi Yuan felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

“Those who gain the Dao have much support; those who lose the Dao have little support. So this is what that means.”

Great Sovereign Wu Jun didn’t dare to respond. He feared saying, “They were forced.”

“I accept your concessions and your techniques. There’s no need to be so enthusiastic; it’s embarrassing,” Qi Yuan said as he accepted the techniques, feeling quite pleased.

If only the old folks at the Bright Palace were as sensible.

If they had been sensible and handed over their techniques, they wouldn’t have ended up without even their bones remaining.

However, thinking of something, Qi Yuan continued, “As for the remaining Purple Mansion cultivators, when will they return to the Seeking Dao Palace? I plan to challenge them one by one.”

Great Sovereign Wu Jun replied expressionlessly, “All the Purple Mansion cultivators will return today.”

This time, he was smart enough not to suggest that they concede.

“Alright,” Qi Yuan nodded, “Since I’ve now defeated everyone in the Seeking Dao Palace, as agreed, you should assist me with my other matters.”

According to their previous agreement, if Qi Yuan defeated Great Sovereign Wu Jun and all the Purple Mansion cultivators, the Seeking Dao Palace would give him all their techniques and assist his Original God Sharing Society.

Great Sovereign Wu Jun hesitated for a moment before saying solemnly, “A bet is a bet. From now on, the Seeking Dao Palace will follow the senior’s commands!”

Hearing this, the Yin Gods’ expressions changed slightly.

Great Sovereign Jasmine and the Seven Wounds Elder also looked intrigued.

If Great Sovereign Wu Jun losing to the Blood-Robed Sword God was unexpected but within their tolerance, his current attitude was akin to swearing allegiance.

This indicated that Great Sovereign Wu Jun hadn’t just lost; he had lost utterly and completely. Otherwise, why would he say “follow your commands”?
In their minds, their assessment of the Blood-Robed Sword God rose yet another level.

At this moment, having just barely subdued the Seeking Dao Palace, Qi Yuan turned his gaze to the six Yin Gods present.

He said slowly, “It’s convenient that most of the Yin Gods from Feng Tianyu are here today. I have something important to tell you.

Since you’re all here, I’ll inform you now.

I’ve established an Original God Sharing Society, um... to prepare for the great calamity. I hope you will support it in some way.”