My Core is the Boss-Chapter 161.1: If it Wishes, it Could Swallow Moonwatch Continent in a Single Bite

Chapter 161.1: If it Wishes, it Could Swallow Moonwatch Continent in a Single Bite

Zhang Yan, a man with a full head of white hair, said gravely to Zhao Ci, "The Moonwatch Continent is doomed. The Moluo Clan simply cannot be held back. You might as well become my disciple and join the Canglan World."

Zhao Ci's gaze remained firm. "Senior, when I was young, I swore an oath to never take a master. If I ever do, it will only be the strongest—the Faceless Sword God!"

He had grown up listening to stories of the Faceless Sword God. Toward the man who had single-handedly shifted the tide and fought three thousand demon spawns, Zhao Ci felt boundless admiration, bordering on fanatic devotion.

"Hmph!" Zhang Yan snorted coldly. "How short-sighted of you! The Heavenly Dao of Moonwatch Continent is defective. At most, one can only reach the Nascent Soul realm. No matter how strong that so-called Faceless Sword God is, he is at best an alternative Violet Palace cultivator! Meanwhile, I still have hope of stepping into the Violet Palace realm in this lifetime. When I get my Origin Divine Technique, not even that Faceless Sword God can defeat me!"

Zhao Ci said nothing. He knew there was no way to persuade Zhang Yan.

"Oh, right," Zhang Yan added casually, "your third brother planned to secretly welcome that so-called Blood-Clothed Sword God. Hu Mang chopped him into a human stump."

Zhao Ci's hands froze mid-motion. The water in the basin rippled violently. A mist seemed to form before his eyes. Upright in character, his third brother was always willing to help others. When they were young, he often took Zhao Ci to ride horses and play outside.

Now, he was reduced to nothing more than a human stump. Hands and feet severed. Eyeballs gouged out. Vocal cords pierced. Ears punctured through.

How could Zhao Ci not be overcome with grief and rage?

Zhang Yan said coldly, "My patience is limited. If you don’t give me a satisfactory answer in three days, your third brother's fate may well become yours."

He could no longer be bothered to talk with the natives of Moonwatch Continent.

***

High up in the sky, a streak of blood-red light flashed past.

Qi Yuan and his four companions landed atop the city wall outside the Chuang Empire’s capital. In less than a moment, several terrifying auras approached. When he looked over, he saw several Nascent Soul cultivators from Canglan.

"Where's the Moluo Clan's military camp? My sword is starving," he asked lazily.

Zhang Yan stepped forward, appearing respectful. "May I ask if you are Senior Blood-Clothed Sword God? My name is Zhang Yan, elder brother of Mi'er, the communications officer under Venerable Ye Qiong."

Qi Yuan froze. Mi'er? Wasn't that the arrogant, domineering woman who had blocked my path when I went to wipe out the Bright Palace? He was her brother?

As a result, his expression became strange. Should I kill him?

Nevertheless, thinking of the principle that disaster should not extend to one's family, his killing intent receded. He didn't like exterminating an entire clan. What puzzled Qi Yuan even more was that Zhang Yan showed not the slightest anger over Mi’er’s death.

Could he be a noble, broad-minded gentleman who valued reason?

Then, upon further thought, Qi Yuan understood. The Moonwatch Continent only opened once in a great while, and Zhang Yan had entered a year ago. As such, the news of Mi’er’s slaughter and the Bright Palace’s annihilation likely hadn't reached him.

Qi Yuan said seriously, "Mhm. I want to go kill the Moluo Clan. Just give me the location and I'll go do it."

He wanted to leave quickly. If he stayed near Zhang Yan for too long, he was afraid that he’d feel compelled to eradicate the root.

Zhang Yan raised his voice slightly. "Senior, we will take care of the Moluo Clan. Senior should go elsewhere. We came here under the orders of Venerable Ye Qiong. We ask for your understanding."

He only regarded the Blood-Clothed Sword God as an ordinary Violet Palace cultivator. There was respect, but not much. Had he known of Qi Yuan’s infamy and temperament—bordering on madness—he would never have spoken like this.

"I like helping others. Besides, Moonwatch Continent is my home. I cannot rely solely on everyone else to protect it. As its owner, it’s only my obligation to keep it safe," Qi Yuan answered, his tone slightly more polite than usual because he had killed Zhang Yan's sister.

Zhang Yan narrowed his eyes. "Your Majesty, why don't you tell them whether their help is needed?"

Aged and frail, the dragon-robed emperor was full of helplessness, his eyes clouded. "Many thanks for this senior's goodwill. We’ll deal with the Moluo Clan ourselves."

At the side, Zhao Ci felt a sense of loss in his heart. The young girl beside him wore an especially displeased expression.

Zhang Yan smiled. "Senior Blood-Clothed Sword God, please return."

Qi Yuan looked at the old emperor. "If you're being threatened, blink your eyes."

The old emperor was startled. As someone who already blinked frequently, he involuntarily blinked twice.

Qi Yuan's face darkened in rage. "So you really are threatening the emperor!"

He erupted in fury toward the dozen or so Nascent Soul cultivators. In the past, these people would likely have been his white moonlights, requiring considerable effort to deal with. Now, they were worth less than crap.

Nearly everyone was startled by his furious cry.

Lord Great Wisdom couldn't help but say, "According to my research into the law, threatening the emperor is a crime punishable by extermination of nine generations. Aah... Your mothers are gone..."

The Nascent Souls all changed expression. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

Zhang Yan couldn't help repeating himself, "Senior Blood-Clothed Sword God, we are here under the orders of Venerable Ye Qiong! Please reconsider!"

Qi Yuan pressed relentlessly. "Lord Great Wisdom said threatening the emperor implicates nine generations. Your sister is Venerable Ye Qiong's communications officer. Venerable Ye Qiong barely counts as part of your nine generations. He's implicated too, and can hardly protect himself."

He had finally found a reason to pin a crime on Venerable Ye Qiong. Once again, he found himself on top of the moral high ground.

The Nascent Souls' expressions grew weirder and weirder. They had absolutely no idea what logic he was using. All they thought was that this man was outrageously bold. Still, they didn't dare to suppress Qi Yuan with force because he was a Violet Palace cultivator. Dying in his hands would be far too unlucky.

"Senior, it's not that we're stopping you from killing the Moluo Clan," Zhang Yan said a bit threateningly. "But aren’t you already at the Violet Palace realm? If you slaughter them recklessly, their Violet Palace cultivators will surely receive the news and come besiege you. Senior should act cautiously!"

Qi Yuan roared, "Don't change the subject! Exterminate nine generations! Behead them! Leave none alive!"

The long sword left its sheath, blood-energy surging to the heavens.

Zhang Yan's face turned ugly. "Senior, won’t you regret this?"

"Hmph! Setting aside the matter of exterminating nine generations. You are maliciously obstructing me from cleaning the trash in my own home! For that, you must die! No, actually, you're also trash in my house. You deserve to die!"

With that, Qi Yuan no longer held back. His sword boiled with power. The moment it was unleashed, the dozen Nascent Souls’ fates were sealed. In the blink of an eye, sixteen fine heads fell to the ground. Their Nascent Souls never even had a chance to be summoned, silenced forever. Not even in their wildest dreams had they imagined dying in such a way.

Qi Yuan had dispatched over a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators over a single disagreement.

Zhao Ci’s heart surged with excitement. "Many thanks, Senior, for saving my Chuang Empire!"

Without hesitation, he knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with intense emotions. The people of the empire also knelt one after another in gratitude.

Qi Yuan waved his hand, and everyone stood up. He announced, "I'm going to kill the Moluo Clan. Send me the address and location. Oh, and I need cultivation techniques, the more the better!"

The old emperor hurriedly replied, "We will prepare them for you at once, Senior!"

Qi Yuan nodded upon hearing this. He glanced at the corpses of the Nascent Souls on the ground, then looked at Zhao Ci. "Your sword is good. May I borrow it?"

Zhao Ci was overwhelmed by the honor and immediately handed it over. "Please use it, Senior!"

Qi Yuan took the sword and examined its shape, blurting out, "This sword is somewhat special."

Zhao Ci said proudly, "This sword was forged in imitation of the Faceless Sword God's own blade."

Qi Yuan murmured to himself, "The Faceless Sword God?"

He hadn't expected events from so many ages ago to still be passed down.

As he gripped the sword, blood-red energy surged into it. With a swing of his arm, he thrust it into the main road stretching to the capital.

"Kill any Canglan World cultivators who cross this sword!" he said softly, like a decree of law.

The blood sword stood embedded in the ground, radiating a terrifying aura. Not only did he have enmity with Venerable Ye Qiong, he had also slain many Nascent Soul cultivators. To prevent the small nation from suffering the brunt, he left this sword behind. The sword could effortlessly kill any Nascent Soul stationed here.

Of course, it was also possible for Violet Palace or even Yin Spirit cultivators to arrive later. However, by then, he would have already taken full control of Moonwatch Continent. He would be able to appear here with a single thought.

Zhao Ci was deeply moved. "Has Senior also heard the story of the Faceless Sword God and the Moon Maiden?"

Qi Yuan was surprised. "Hmm?"

"Back then, when the Hundred Nations Alliance's experts emerged in droves to assassinate the Faceless Sword God, he handed his sword to Moon Maiden. Amid wind and snow, she shouted coldly before the assembled armies, ‘Cross the sword and you will die!’ The enemy only grew bolder and crossed it, and the rest is history."

Ancient memories surfaced in Qi Yuan's mind, and his expression softened. "How do you know this so clearly?"

"All followers of the Faceless God Cult know it," said Zhao Ci.