"Young Master truly deserves to be Canglan World's number one Nascent Soul!"

Hearing this, the others also acknowledged Shen Zhifeng's words. That way, at least they would not be completely disgraced.

Just then, Qi Yuan’s lazy voice drifted over. "His strength is barely passable. But taking first on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List? I doubt it."

He appeared clad in a crimson robe, red as blood. His face was extraordinarily handsome, his aura reminiscent of a banished immortal.

Every cultivator who saw him revealed a trace of awe, and perhaps something deeper.

Even Jiang Lingsu glanced at him several times. Qi Yuan was especially dressed up today, appearing exceptionally pleasing to the eye. Even she felt her heart stir and her cheeks grow warm. The only issue was that he held a leash tied to his pet knife.

"Greetings, Senior Brother Qi Yuan!"

Zhuge Miao wore a complicated expression. "It's only been a few days, and Senior Brother's elegance remains the same."

The last time he had seen Qi Yuan, he had asked him for advice on improving a pill formula. He had still referred to Qi Yuan as “Junior Brother” back then. Afterward, Zhuge Miao gained remarkable opportunities in a secret realm and broke through to the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. He had returned in high spirits, only to discover that Qi Yuan had reached the Nascent Soul realm. Zhuge Miao was utterly speechless.

The other Nascent Souls all looked toward Qi Yuan, their expressions varied.

"Greetings, True Lord Qi Yuan!"

"Who would have thought that such talents would gather in the Great Shang today?"

"I'm afraid it won't be long before Qi Yuan becomes a second Shen Wushen."

"True Lord, a youthful prodigy, you will surely achieve greatness in the future."

They could not help but flatter him.

Qi Yuan couldn't resist replying, "No need to wait for the future. I've already achieved greatness."

Saying he would achieve greatness in the future, wasn't that an insult?

Wu Dian froze awkwardly and forced a laugh.

Shen Zhifeng asked Qi Yuan, "Why does True Lord say that Young Master cannot take first place on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List?"

In her eyes, Shen Wushen was an immortal scion. How could the Nascent Souls of the lower world compare to him? Even Venerables had to show him some respect!

The others also looked at Qi Yuan, curious why he would say such a thing. Wasn't he openly offending Shen Wushen? Shen Wushen's identity was certainly not simple. He likely even had a Yin Spirit’s backing. His status was not inferior to Qi Yuan's.

"Because, I also participated in the Eastern Lands Prodigy List." Qi Yuan smiled proudly, clearing his throat. It was as if his hair had been slicked back with some pomade in preparation for a speech. "I, being unworthy, pulled a few strings and got first place."

The moment those words were spoken, everyone froze, then went into shock. First place on the Eastern Lands Prodigy List? Pulled strings?

The Blood-Clothed Sword God had to be Qi Yuan's biological father! Otherwise, how could he pull strings to become first on the prodigy list?!

A trace of disdain flashed in Shen Zhifeng's eyes. "If that's the case, then indeed, Young Master cannot claim first place. But can he be the number one Nascent Soul of Great Shang?"

The way she looked at Qi Yuan was peculiar, like an obsessed fan hoping her idol would be number one in the world.

Qi Yuan said modestly, "Sorry, but that is also taken. That would be me."

One should be low-key when appropriate, high-profile when necessary. His Nascent Soul was admittedly average at the moment, unlikely to kill a Yang Spirit. Nevertheless, it had an immense potential. With the visualizations and the Ancestral Land’s pagodas, once the Nascent Souls within him fully awakened, they could ascend into Yang Spirits.

He was ordinary, but with a bright future. Even now, he deserved the title of Great Shang’s number one Nascent Soul. Naturally, Qi Yuan did not wish for that title to be snatched away.

The other Nascent Souls were all stunned.

Kang Fulu quickly transmitted his voice. "Senior Brother, this Shen Wushen is ruthless. He just defeated thirty-three Nascent Souls here by himself!"

He feared Qi Yuan had been too busy gaming to notice the situation.

Qi Yuan replied, "Oh, he's got some skill. But not much."

Which of his Nascent Souls wasn’t a true unparalleled prodigy? Zhu Zhuangshi alone could leap realms to challenge Yin Spirits. Even if Shen Wushen cultivated to the Yin Spirit realm, he would still be inferior to Zhu Zhuangshi. If he couldn't even compare to one of Qi Yuan's Nascent Souls, how could he be worthy of the title?

Shen Wushen's gaze fell upon Qi Yuan, battle intent surging. He asked excitedly, "Are you strong?"

Qi Yuan replied lazily, being modest, "So-so. Third under heaven."

"If you can hurt me, this bottle of pills is yours!" Shen Wushen once again produced the Yun Soul-Nourishing Pills.

The Nascent Souls' breathing quickened, greed flashing in their eyes. They wanted the pills too, but alas.

Qi Yuan glanced at the pills and yawned. "I'm not interested in the pills, nor am I interested in defeating you."

Shen Wushen was momentarily stunned. It was his first time encountering a Nascent Soul cultivator uninterested in the precious pills.

Shen Zhifeng sneered. "Afraid, perhaps?"

The others watched like spectators at a show. They also felt that Qi Yuan wasn't Shen Wushen’s match. Even if Qi Yuan could advance realms quickly, how could he match raw strength?

Qi Yuan said casually, "You are not my white moonlight. I can't be bothered to act."

He would fight for three reasons: profit, mood, or simply the urge to show off.

Shen Wushen asked seriously, "White moonlight? What is that? What are the requirements to be your white moonlight?"

He had descended to Canglan World in search of opponents. He never forced others, always seeking fair battles to temper his Dao and condense his Origin Divine Technique. Last time he descended, he had agreed to fight a Nascent Soul female cultivator on her terms. He had lived in seclusion with her for fifty years, playing the zither and practicing sword dance daily like immortal lovers. Once the agreed time was up, he finally fought her. She couldn't even withstand three moves.

Disappointed, he shook his head at her beautiful face. "Too weak."

As he drifted away, she chased after him in tears, even begging for another fight.

"Grow a hundred times stronger, and I'll fight you again," he had replied.

Facing Qi Yuan, whose cultivation he couldn't see through, he would even be willing to seclude himself fifty years again.