My Core is the Boss-Chapter 168.1: Handing Out Snacks to a Yin Spirit

The Blood-Clothed Sword God’s descent was accompanied by the Violet Palaces’ music. He came swiftly and left just as fast after slaying a Core Formation cultivator.

From that moment on, the small Li Qi City became famous, with Wang Shenghai as its most infamous figure. If anyone asked why, the people of Li Qi would answer plainly, “He was the first cultivator in Li Qi City to be personally killed by a Yin Spirit.”

By then, Qi Yuan had already logged into the Divine Flower Society forum as the Blood-Clothed Sword God.

Purifying the Cultivation World Begins with the Blood-Clothed Sword God

Thinking back to when I first joined the Divine Flower Society, everyone here was so nice, polite, humble, and pleasant to deal with. I don't know when things changed, but now the forum is filled with hostility and malice. Some time ago, many people here slandered me and spread rumors about me. It broke my heart. I couldn't eat or sleep, fell into deep anguish, and nearly came down with depression. I had to take medicine every day just to fall asleep. Sometimes, what kills isn't a blade or a spell, but words.

Just now, I went to Li Qi City and carried out an on-the-spot execution on a Divine Flower Society cultivator who spread rumors and defamed me. As for the rest of you who've been slandering me, I will personally come educate you, one by one.

└...Is this real?

└Even a big shot has insomnia?

└I didn't expect a Yin Spirit to be this sensitive. Come here, Blood Baby, Mommy will hug you, don't be sad.

Fox Den Xiao Li hurriedly replied as well.

└I strongly support this! Blood-Clothed Sword God is invincible, beat those disgusting trash talkers to death!

She hadn't expected the Blood-Clothed Sword God to feel exactly what she had felt. When she'd been arguing with those people, she hadn't been able to eat or sleep either, nearly falling into depression herself.

The post caused some to panic, especially those who had slandered the Blood-Clothed Sword God.

└Senior is an exalted Yin Spirit. You should be magnanimous. Why stoop to arguing with nobodies? It damages your bearing.

└Exactly! This kind of behavior belongs to demonic cultivators!

Qi Yuan saw these comments and sneered, telling Qi Jianjun to record the names. Meanwhile, he typed a blunt reply.

└I am a barbarian. I have no bearing.

Lord Great Wisdom watched with envy and exclaimed, "A real man should be exactly like this!"

Hearing that, Qi Yuan suddenly thought of Liu Bang. He glanced at Great Wisdom and asked, "When your mother gave birth to you, did she dream of a dragon?"

"No," Great Wisdom replied. "She dreamed of golden light falling from the heavens."

"Then that must've been the light of wisdom," Qi Yuan said casually.

He then posted another line on the Divine Flower Society forum.

└Next stop: Fengxian City. Those who understand, understand.

***

In Fengxian City, a young woman in embroidered robes turned deathly pale.

She stumbled toward a cave residence, shouting desperately, "Ancestor! Ancestor!"

Not long after, an elderly man radiating terrifying pressure emerged. Brimming with confidence and prestige, his expression was kind and gentle. "What is it? Who bullied my Little Di'e?"

His name was Yan Yiqi. Ten years ago, he had stepped into the Violet Palace realm and became the supreme elder of the Rising Sun Sect. The girl before him was his most cherished descendant.

Tears welled in her eyes, making her look pitiful beyond measure. "Ancestor, please save me... huhu.”

Yan Yiqi's heart immediately softened. "Quickly, tell me, who bullied you?"

"Ancestor, on the Divine Flower Society forum, I saw a senior acting arrogantly and killing innocents indiscriminately. I just quietly criticized him with a few others.

Who would've thought he was so petty, he actually wants to come to Fengxian City to kill me!"

She was already panicking, yet still skillfully adding fuel to the fire. After all, it couldn't possibly be her fault.

"This is outrageous!" Yan Yiqi thundered. "Just because a junior commented a few words, he comes seeking revenge? This is demonic behavior! If everyone acted like this, wouldn't the entire cultivation world fall into chaos? Tell me, what's his name and cultivation? If he dares come, I'll reason with him myself!"

Hearing this, the young woman finally felt reassured, "Ancestor, he's the Blood-Clothed Sword God of the Divine Flower Society. A Yin Spirit."

Yan Yiqi's heart skipped violently. "What did you just say?"

"He already issued a warning. He just killed someone in Li Qi City and is rushing straight here. Ancestor, it's really not my fault. It's just that the Blood-Clothed Sword God is narrow-minded," she cried softly, putting on a pitiful act—an approach that had never failed her before.

Yan Yiqi's expression shifted. He grabbed her jade slip and read through it, his beard practically standing on end. "You dared slander a Yin Spirit? Have you eaten bear hearts and leopard gall bladders?! The Venerable is purifying the cultivation world with great effort, and you! You're a parasite gnawing at it! Men! Tie her up. Let's welcome the Venerable!"

Little Di'e struggled, but no sound came out. "Ancestor, clearly it wasn't my fault?!”

In the days that followed, similar scenes played out again and again.

Every time Qi Yuan went to a city, he announced it in advance. Cultivators from that city and even nearby ones would rush over early just to watch the spectacle.

After all, that was a Yin Spirit—an existence rarely seen once in ten thousand years. Moreover, whenever he appeared, even the Violet Palaces played music. For insignificant figures like them, encountering even a single Violet Palace expert was a rarity, let alone an entire musical troupe composed of them.

As for the so-called prodigies who had flung insults on the forum, they were bound tightly by their own sects, handed over to the Blood-Clothed Sword God for judgment.

The Blood-Clothed Sword God swept through the lands, quite literally tracking people down through the network to beat them up.

This overly serious yet absurd crusade shook the Eastern Lands. Many sect elders issued strict orders: their juniors weren't allowed to slander powerful figures through communication jade slips. Thus, cultivators who once thrived on verbal sparring all fell silent.

In a sense, the atmosphere of the cultivation world truly did improve, at least a little.

***

At the Thunderwalk Continent.

Rogue Immortal sat before a pill furnace, lost in thought.

"Watch the fire!" the elder sternly reprimanded him.

Rogue Immortal snapped back to attention, hurriedly focusing on the flames beneath the furnace.

"This batch must not fail," the elder beside him reminded. "These pills are for Lord Ye Chen. The sect is facing turbulent times, we must cultivate good relations."

The Glory Rise Sect was a major power on Thunderwalk Continent, possessing a single Violet Palace Supreme Elder. However, said elder had been in closed-door seclusion for over a hundred years, never once appearing.

Rumors outside claimed the sect's founder had long since died, and rival sects were secretly probing and squeezing Glory Rise Sect's influence.

Staring into the furnace, Rogue Immortal said hesitantly, "Master, I want to improve. I don't want to stay stuck on the Eastern Lands' Junior Prodigy Rankings anymore."

The trip to Cuiyun Continent had failed to land him on the Eastern Lands' main prodigy list.

Seeing his usually lazy disciple finally showing ambition, True Lord Dan Heng felt quite pleased.

He smiled kindly. "It's rare for you to be this motivated. I hope you can enter the Prodigy Rankings and step into the Violet Palace realm like Jien. Here, I have some notes on shattering the core to become a Nascent Soul. Take a look."

"Master, I don't want to shatter my core to become a Nascent Soul," Rogue Immortal said with a conflicted expression.

"Oh? You want to temper it a bit longer?"

"No. I want to shatter my core and start over. The First-grade Golden Core I formed is just too weak, it is completely unimpressive."

"No!" Dan Heng immediately objected. "It's more than enough! Your core already surpasses ninety-nine percent of cultivators. You'll only be wasting years if you start over. Even if you form an Earth-grade core, could it possibly beat your First-grade one after you've already become a Nascent Soul?"

"I don't want an Earth-grade core," the Rogue Immortal muttered. "I want something stronger."

"How much stronger do you want it to be?" Dan Heng scoffed. "Even an Immortal-grade Golden Core just means higher potential, nothing more."

"I know a friend," Rogue Immortal said quietly. "His Golden Core seems kind of insane."

"Kind of insane? How insane?" Dan Heng shot him an annoyed look. "What kind of core did he form?"

The Rogue Immortal Venerable looked up through the glass roof and pointed at the second, tiny sun. "That."

Dan Heng froze. "...What?”

"His Golden Core is that sun."

"I think you've stared at the sun too much and cooked your brain!" Dan Heng snapped. "Stop looking at that new sun!"

Rogue Immortal fell silent. Honestly, if someone had told him before that their Golden Core was the sun, he would've said the same thing.

"Master, I really want to restart cultivation," he insisted softly. "Even if I can't form a sun, forming an entire sea would be fine."

His Golden Core was too weak and small. Recently, he had even asked Qiyuann Sovereign for advice in the group chat. The reply was simple: the bigger and stronger, the better.

"Stop daydreaming," Dan Heng said irritably. "Putting a whole sea into your dantian, do you think you can even hold it?"

"Then how can someone fit a sun?" Rogue Immortal asked weakly. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Dan Heng was so angry his eyebrows nearly fell off. In the end, he could only say earnestly, "There are differences between people. Don't aim too high too fast. Your Golden Core may not be a sun, but it's still my carefully refined Six-Flavor Heavenly Yellow Pill. Though small, it is full of potential."

Rogue Immortal fell silent. Indeed, how could he compare to Qiyuann Sovereign? Even among the other members of the group, who could he really match? Still, the thought of clinging to a powerful backer lifted his mood considerably.

"In three days, when this batch of pills is complete, you'll personally deliver them to Lord Ye Chen," Dan Heng instructed. "Oh, and chat a bit with Ye Chen's granddaughter. Build some rapport."

He was clearly trying to set the two of them up. If it worked, his disciple's future would be secure, living comfortably off others.

Rogue Immortal panicked upon hearing this. "Master, in three days, a friend of mine is coming nearby to kill someone. I have to go watch it!"

Dan Heng frowned. "Killing someone and telling you in advance, your friend is quite something. Is he trustworthy?"

Rogue Immortal nodded firmly. "Absolutely.”

"Then go take a look. Deliver the pills afterward," Dan Heng said.

He assumed the friend had encountered a powerful enemy and required moral support, something he couldn't reasonably forbid.