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

Chapter 29: I Want to Eat Fish

Qi Yuan, carrying the Grade One Foundation Establishment Spirit Item, the Yellow Flower Fruit, returned to Seven-Colored Peak.

He quickly arrived back at the courtyard.

His junior sister, Jiang Lingsu, was cultivating and seemed to have reached a crucial point.

Qi Yuan glanced at her thatched hut, which was filled with white mist, indicating that she was at a critical stage in her cultivation.

He passed by the hut and continued up the mountain.

Soon, a barrier appeared before him.

It was the restriction placed by his master, Ruan Yixi, to prevent him from going up the mountain.

"Open sesame!" Qi Yuan tried shouting.

Unfortunately, the barrier remained unmoved.

"Could it be that I misunderstood Master's intentions?" Qi Yuan pondered.

There was no need to guess his master's intentions since she had obtained the Grade One Foundation Establishment Spirit Item for him.

Could it be that... he was too reserved?

Seeing this, Qi Yuan held up the Yellow Flower Fruit.

"Master, your disciple Qi Yuan has brought a betrothal gift!"

The barrier still did not move.

Qi Yuan looked up and saw the clouds in the sky gathering, seemingly hiding a peerless beast!

A cold wind blew, causing Qi Yuan's face to sting.

After a while, the strange phenomena disappeared.

Qi Yuan looked puzzled.

"Could it be that I misunderstood Master's intentions?"

"No, it must be that the Yellow Flower Fruit has a bad connotation. Yellow flowers, yellow flowers, tomorrow's yellow flowers!"

"Or maybe, is it possible that she's already my wife, and there's no need to bring a betrothal gift?"

Thinking this, Qi Yuan became excited again.

His eyes clearly saw...

[Her name is Ruan Yixi. She appears to be your beautiful master, but in reality, she might be your wife.]

What he saw with his own eyes could not be false.

As everyone knows, the eyes do not lie, and what the eyes see cannot be photoshopped.

Of course, if people from his country heard Qi Yuan's words, they might say he was delusional.

Qi Yuan put down the Yellow Flower Fruit and prepared to return to his thatched hut.

At this moment, Jiang Lingsu came out of her hut, her face filled with suspicion: "Senior Brother, did you feel any strange phenomena just now?"

While cultivating, she suddenly felt the changes of the four seasons, as if a strong person's emotional fluctuations caused a spiritual energy disturbance.

"It might be Master," Qi Yuan did not hide the fact.

"Master?" Jiang Lingsu thought it was possible. She looked at Qi Yuan, thinking it was probably her strange senior brother who had somehow offended their master.

If it was Master, it made sense.

Jiang Lingsu's gaze fell on the box in Qi Yuan's hand. She sniffed with her delicate nose: "A Grade One Foundation Establishment Spirit Item, the Yellow Flower Fruit?

Senior Brother, impressive."

In her opinion, her senior brother had talent, but his combat skills were probably lacking. After all, being obsessed with games left little opportunity to improve practical fighting skills.

Qi Yuan looked at Jiang Lingsu with confusion: "You don't happen to have the surname Zhou, do you?"

"???" Jiang Lingsu was bewildered by her senior brother's strange thought process.

"You know, the one living in the shadow of Sherlock." Qi Yuan tried to recall.

Jiang Lingsu was speechless. She thought her senior brother must have played too many games, confusing games with reality.

"Senior Brother, are you going out to wander with your knife again?" Jiang Lingsu changed the topic, not wanting to continue the bizarre conversation.

"Not today."

"Huh? Don't you go every day?"

"Today, I need to sharpen my knife!"

"What are you doing?"

"I want to eat fish."

"Senior Brother... for some reason, everything you say sends a chill down my spine."

At the Divine Light Sect, Zheng Jianghe's face was pale, indicating that his previous injuries had not yet healed completely.

A physician from the Divine Medicine Peak spoke softly: "Your injuries are not fully healed yet. Do you still want to go?"

Zheng Jianghe's face was grim: "As a disciple of the Golden Light Hall, I must go. If something like that happens in Rong City again, how can I face the world?"

"Sigh, you are too resolute," the physician lamented, applying prepared medicinal liquid to Zheng Jianghe's wounds.

Zheng Jianghe had just broken through to Foundation Establishment and had not yet learned any healing secret techniques. He also lacked proficiency in wood and water-based spells, making his healing process incredibly slow.

"Today, the Black Mountain Sect is causing trouble, showing their arrogance! According to the elders on the peak, the Black Chicken Old Demon might have reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm. That Chu Tianxiong will probably become even more arrogant. Choosing to stay overnight in Rong City might hide ulterior motives!" The physician was worried for Zheng Jianghe.

"If I go, they will have scruples. Do they dare to kill me?" Zheng Jianghe's eyes were filled with intense killing intent, "Everyone from the Black Mountain Sect deserves to die!"

He knew well what kind of notorious existence the Black Mountain Sect was.

None of their disciples were good people; they were all demon cultivators with blood-stained hands.

A few years ago, an elder at the Yuan Dan stage from the Black Mountain Sect refined a Soul Gathering Banner by extracting the souls of an entire town's inhabitants.

Afterward, that Yuan Dan elder shamelessly said he gave the town's people something to do because they were too idle.

Those demonic cultivators had long since lost their humanity.

The physician understood Zheng Jianghe's thoughts but couldn't help saying: "They might not dare to kill you, but they could harm you. Be careful this time."

Rong City.

A spacious courtyard was now devoid of any human presence.

The broken windows seemed to still have remnants of red paper cutouts.

In the courtyard pond, a few fish swam, seemingly waiting to be fed.

On the moss-covered marble, faint traces of blood could still be seen.

Chu Tianxiong stepped into the courtyard, laughing heartily: "Elder, let's stay here tonight."

Patriarch Baiji looked at the courtyard, revealing a satisfied smile: "Tianxiong, you really know how to handle things. Staying here will surely disgust those righteous hypocrites."

The other disciples of the Black Mountain Sect approached and asked, "Deacon Tianxiong, what's special about this place? Why would staying here upset the Divine Light Sect?"

Chu Tianxiong laughed: "Half a month ago, the man of this house got married. The bride he married was incredibly beautiful, even more so than my master's wife!"

Hearing this, the disciples of the Black Mountain Sect had their eyes light up.

"More beautiful than your master's wife? Deacon Tianxiong, you are in luck!"

"In front of her husband, I was about to... but the woman was so strong-willed that she directly killed herself by hitting the pillar. See, that very pillar over there. I killed them in half the time of a stick of incense and then slept with her corpse for a night."

"Deacon Tianxiong, how was the taste of the corpse?"

"Hmph." Chu Tianxiong snorted coldly, "Do you all think I'm just a lustful killer? If you think of me that way, you're underestimating me. I forcefully took a newlywed wife and killed her entire family not for simple carnal desires but to practice a Daoist technique! If one is controlled by simple desires, they are not worthy of the path of cultivation!"

The other Black Mountain Sect disciples looked at him with admiration: "Deacon Tianxiong, well said!"

"Daoist techniques above all!"