Of course, Lord Wind's thoughts were of no concern to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan said respectfully, "I'll leave everything to you, Senior."

Even after transmigrating, he still had to uphold the fine Blue Planet's virtue of respecting the elderly and cherishing the young. Of course, things would be different if he were reduced to a beggar. In that case, he’d no longer belong to the Blue Planet, but to the Three-Body World. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Meanwhile, Lord Wind took out a storage pouch full of manuals and offered it up. "I will donate these techniques to the sharing society, adding a few bricks and tiles to your cause, Yuan God."

Qi Yuan was displeased. "Don't call me Yuan God. Call me Blood-Clothed Sword God or Qi Yuan."

Lord Wind froze in confusion, but he remembered it nonetheless.

At that moment, the usually silent Great Sun Flame Emperor asked, "Grandfather, the man who came earlier... What did he want?"

His expression grew heavy. Before leaving that Yin Spirit had mentioned the Mythic Secret Treasury. Great Sun Flame Emperor already had a vague guess.

Lord Wind said without hiding anything, "As you suspect, he wanted to borrow my name to scheme for Great Venerable Jasmine's Mythic Secret Treasury."

Such matters had happened many times before. Many lurking figures desired the Mythic Secret Treasury and tried to make use of Lord Wind to claim it. Adding to the trouble were rumors that Lord Wind was Jasmine’s father’s illegitimate son.

Great Sun Flame Emperor could not help but say, "Hmph, a bunch of skulking cowards!"

Qi Yuan, observing from the side, asked softly, "Do you also want to obtain the Mythic Secret Treasury?"

Lord Wind shook his head. "If I gain it, it is my fortune. If I lose it, it is my fate."

Qi Yuan paused slightly. It was as if Lord Wind was talking about his destiny.

Finally, he sighed. "If Great Venerable Jasmine were to confess to me and offer the Mythic Secret Treasury as a gift, I might consider being her boyfriend for a day."

Lord Wind fell silent.

Qi Yuan wasn’t done yet. "Great Sun Flame Emperor, if I got together with Great Venerable Jasmine, wouldn't I become your grandfather?"

According to rumors, Great Venerable Jasmine was Lord Wind's elder sister. If Qi Yuan were with her, his seniority would far surpass that of Great Sun Flame Emperor.

Great Sun Flame Emperor coughed, unable to respond.

"It's fine. If that day comes, we'll just address each other separately." Qi Yuan said cleverly.

***

Within the Seeking Dao Palace, Li Ruoxian appeared rather weary.

Her granddaughter followed beside her, helpless yet mostly joyful. "Grandfather's inheritance is finally back!"

Li Ruoxian smiled. "Though there were some twists and turns, bitterness has turned to sweetness."

Even after being guided by the slovenly Daoist, they still encountered some difficulties. Money ultimately paved the way. With forty percent of the inheritance donated to the palace, everything went mostly without issue.

During the process, a steward named Yang Kang repeatedly made things difficult. Li Ruoxian had once heard her husband mention that Yang Kang was lustful by nature. Yang Kang had exploited his position to violate a man, only to be stopped by her husband. Yang Kang had harbored a grudge ever since.

In fact, when Li Ruoxian came to retrieve the inheritance, the man made no attempt to hide his obstruction. He even hinted that if she wished to obtain her late husband's estate, she would have to pay a certain price. Fortunately, the slovenly Daoist stop intervened, allowing Li Ruoxian to retrieve the inheritance.

"We’ve accomplished what we came to Qinghong City for. It’s just a pity that I couldn’t see the Blood-Clothed Sword God," the young girl said.

On the very day they arrived, they had heard the sky-shattering voice transmission. The Blood-Clothed Sword God had made his presence known to Jasmine. Such a legendary scene, yet she had been preoccupied with other matters. Her regret deepened upon learning about the events that took place at Wangxian Tower. Perhaps because of the Blood-Clothed Sword God or Jasmine, no one at the scene could record his appearance.

In good spirits, Li Ruoxian teased. "The Blood-Clothed Sword God kills without mercy. Aren't you afraid he might accidentally kill you?"

The girl defended fervently like a devoted fan. "He doesn't kill indiscriminately. All those he kills deserve death!"

"You..." Li Ruoxian smiled dotingly. "Qi Yuan's appearance may not be inferior to his."

The girl fantasized. "My admiration for the Blood-Clothed Sword God has nothing to do with appearance. Of course, if he's even half as handsome as Qi Yuan, he'd be my dream Dao companion!"

Li Ruoxian said, "Stop daydreaming. Let's go meet Qi Yuan and bring him into the Seeking Dao Palace."

She had promised to help introduce him after all.

"Haa... if Qi Yuan were stronger, I really wouldn't mind him being my grandfather." The girl laughed. "Having such eye candy as a grandfather would be delightful."

Li Ruoxian rolled her eyes. Soon, they left the Seeking Dao Palace and headed to their meeting point.

The streets were alive with noise, cultivators moving about like common folk. In fact, there were almost no mortals in Qinghong City. Most were at the Qi Refinement realm, with an occasional True Lord here and there.

Qi Yuan stood amid the crowd, immersed in his newly obtained techniques. He relentlessly collected techniques to create the Qi Yuan Scripture. Though he did not particularly value them, each offered some insight. If the world’s laws amounted to a hundred, spread across all techniques, Qi Yuan was collecting them to refine his own scripture. He absorbed them whenever he had spare time, striving to fully comprehend the hundred laws of Canglan World.

From afar, the girl in the yellow dress waved. "Qi Yuan, you're here!"

Li Ruoxian stood beside her, gazing at Qi Yuan like a kindly elder admiring a junior.

Qi Yuan walked over and reached into his robes. He retrieved a beautifully crafted wine flask and tossed it toward the girl. "You like drinking, so I picked this up. It looks nice, so it's for you."

Qi Yuan believed in reciprocity. Since they were helping him gain entry, he should give them something in return. Incidentally, the gift was none other than the Linglong Flask from Wangxian Tower—the one he had been framed for. If he didn't take it, wouldn't he suffer injustice for nothing?

The girl sniffed deeply. "Nice flask. I’m guessing it’s expensive?"

She winked as if to say, "If you want to pursue my grandmother, I can offer advice."

Qi Yuan replied, "It didn't cost anything."

Li Ruoxian glanced at the flask again, sensing it was far from ordinary.

At that moment, a voice came from behind Qi Yuan. "Senior, someone asked me to deliver this letter to you."

A ragged, beggar-like man was holding a letter. His eyes carried a smile. Delivering such a simple message earned him a hundred spirit stones. With that, his daughter could obtain better cultivation resources.

Qi Yuan was curious. "A letter for me?"

Li Ruoxian shook her head slightly, transmitting, "Be careful. It may be a trap."

Ignoring her completely, he took the letter and tore it open. A white sheet with a few delicate characters greeted him. The Dark Sun is coming. Flee quickly!

Qi Yuan narrowed his eyes at the abrupt message, which had no head or tail. Still, it appeared someone kind had sent a warning.

Flee? As if!

While still fairly average, with the strength of a top high school student at best, Qi Yuan had exceptional self-preservation skills.

Who warned me? Who is Dark Sun?

He turned to the beggar. "Who told you to deliver this?"

The beggar, who was about to speak, froze.

Boom!

His body exploded into a mist of blood.