Chapter 386.1: Youre The Blood-Clothed Sword Gods Disciple? Then Who Am I?

Chapter 386.1: You're The Blood-Clothed Sword God's Disciple? Then Who Am I?

Qiong Yunting's eyes widened in disbelief, as if she couldn't trust her own ears. "H-how much?"

Qi Yuan glanced at her, utterly exasperated. "Did you forget to clean your ears last night and let earwax clog them up? I said it loud enough already, and you still didn't hear me."

Afraid her ears really were clogged with earwax, he deliberately raised his voice. "ONE BILLION FIFTY MILLION SPIRIT STONES!"

His words echoed throughout the hall. Countless eyes turned toward Qiong Yunting's ears. Some of the less self-restraint cultivators even covered their mouths and laughed outright.

Jiang Lingsu clung to Qi Yuan's arm, her face nearly pressed against his shoulder as she laughed uncontrollably. She felt as if she had vented a huge amount of frustration.

Qiong Yunting's face immediately flushed bright red as she retorted furiously, "What nonsense are you talking about? I-I do clean my ears!"

Qi Yuan concluded decisively, "Apparently not thorough enough. You're not very diligent."

Qiong Yunting was fuming. Despite having reached Foundation Establishment, she still found herself gasping for breath. She could already imagine the rumors that would spread throughout Cloud Heaven City after today: Fairy Qiong Yunting didn't like cleaning her ears.

Qi Yuan advised her some more, "Haa... No need to feel embarrassed. Just clean them properly from now on. You know, it's exhausting having to shout every time I talk to you."

Qiong Yunting's eyes reddened, on the verge of tears from his relentless remarks. "You!"

"Don't be shy, sister. We need to put an end to earwax-shaming and boldly be ourselves!" The more Qi Yuan went on, the more enthusiastic he became. His words even took on a strangely inspirational tone. "I once knew a fairy who, in order to pick her nose more efficiently, even created an entirely new dao technique for it. You should learn from her and not worry about what other people think!"

Qiong Yunting couldn’t take it anymore. Originally, she had been planning to humiliate Qi Yuan. Now, that thought had long since been thrown out of her mind.

Wang Yunteng, dressed in a green robe and carrying himself with exceptional poise, finally stepped in. "Fellow Daoist, you're the Jiang Clan's live-in son-in-law, correct? Did you come to the Nascent Soul Banquet to borrow spirit stones?"

This time, it was Jiang Lingsu's turn to blush.

Qi Yuan shook his head. "Not at all. I'm not a live-in son-in-law, and I don't pour foot-washing water either. Today, Earwax Fairy claimed that her fiancé's family is extremely wealthy. So if I ever ran short of money, I could come to the Nascent Soul Banquet, and her fiancé would solve all my financial problems."

Wang Yunteng stared at him arrogantly. "The Jiang Clan is one of the great clans of the Eastern Lands. I am somewhat aware of the troubles facing their businesses in Cloud Heaven City. How many spirit stones do you need?"

Before the banquet began, Qiong Yunting had already told him about Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu. He had promised that he would teach Qi Yuan a lesson. If possible, he even intended to seize the Jiang Clan’s businesses in Cloud Heaven City.

Qi Yuan repeated, "One billion fifty million spirit stones!"

He was increasingly convinced that this couple never cleaned their ears. Perhaps they should spend every night helping each other remove earwax before going to sleep.

A trace of displeasure flashed across Wang Yunteng's eyes. "One billion fifty million spirit stones? Fellow Daoist, are you joking? With that amount of spirit stones, you could probably buy Cloud Heaven!"

Whether the last statement was true or not, Wang Yunteng wasn't sure, but it was certainly enough to buy the life of a Violet Palace cultivator.

Qi Yuan smiled. "I'm not joking. I already did the math. The Wang Clan owns forty-five spiritual stone mines, operates five auction houses, and holds shares in more than three hundred merchant firms. If everything were sold off, it should be worth around one billion spirit stones.

"As for Earwax Fairy here... Her family is poor. A gambling father, a chronically ill mother, and a disappointing younger brother. Altogether, their assets amount to only around fifty million spirit stones. I came today exactly as promised."

He extended his hand. "So, are you going to lend me the money?"

Though Wang Yunteng's expression did not change, the way he looked at Qi Yuan did.

The surrounding cultivators also wore strange expressions, many watching him as though witnessing a play unfold. This red-robed cultivator has investigated the Wang Clan's finances in such detail. It's obvious he didn't come just to borrow money!

Wang Yunteng naturally realised the same. He sneered. "I have to wonder, who is your backing, Brother Qi? Who gives you the courage to ask for one billion spirit stones?"

The immense aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator swept through the hall. Some spectators eagerly watched the drama while others retreated.

Jiang Lingsu moved closer to Qi Yuan, gazing at him with clear, water-like eyes. She did not sense any aura from him.

Qi Yuan stretched lazily. Honestly, he had never bullied others by relying on powerful backing before. Besides, he was simply accompanying his junior sister for fun since he had nothing better to do.

He thought for a moment before answering, "The force backing me is Blood-Clothed Alliance!"

There, he had relied on his own reputation. The moment the words left his mouth, Qi Yuan found the feeling surprisingly satisfying. No wonder those rich young masters always liked saying things such as, "My father is so-and-so", "My grandfather is such-and-such", "My master is so-and-so." The feeling of throwing one's weight around by borrowing someone's power was genuinely enjoyable.

"The Blood-Clothed Alliance?"

Everyone’s expression immediately changed. Some even revealed looks of fear.

"He's actually from the Blood-Clothed Alliance!"

"He's wearing blood-red robes..."

"The Wang Clan has been targeted by the Blood-Clothed Alliance? They're finished!"

Nowadays, who hadn't heard of the Blood-Clothed Alliance? The Blood-Clothed Sword God was an inspirational figure. He had entered the path of immortality in middle age and achieved greatness late in life. Upon returning home, he discovered that his daughter had been humiliated by the Bright Palace and forced to live in a doghouse.

Filled with hatred, the Blood-Clothed Sword God began his legendary journey. He destroyed the Bright Palace and slew Yin Spirit cultivators. He founded the Blood-Clothed Alliance.

Later, he offended the Divine Flower Society and was muted. The Blood-Clothed Sword God personally went to their headquarters and slew their leader in one slash. From then on, the Divine Flower Society subsequently became his possession. He was now the most legendary figure throughout the Eastern Lands and more than twenty surrounding domains.

If the Blood-Clothed Alliance truly backed him, then the Wang Clan was genuinely in danger! In Helan Province, the Wang Clan was the undisputed overlord. But if the Blood-Clothed Alliance truly decided to move against them, even a genius with the potential to reach the Yin Spirit realm like Wang Yunteng wouldn't be enough to save them.

Just as everyone began worrying for Wang Yunteng, he laughed scornfully. "What a joke. These days, swindlers and fraudsters actually dare to come all the way to my doorstep. Do you know that the Blood-Clothed Sword God himself has already agreed to accept me as a disciple?"

One of the major announcements planned for today's Nascent Soul Banquet was precisely this news.

"What?! True Lord Wang is going to become the Blood-Clothed Sword God's disciple?!"

"Congratulations! Anyone who hears that would die of jealousy!"

"The Wang Clan has produced a true dragon!"

"Wang Yunteng's talent is exceptional. If he participated in the Eastern Lands Prodigy List, he would certainly earn a place. It's only natural that the Blood-Clothed Sword God would take a liking to him and choose him as a disciple!"

"I never expected the Blood-Clothed Sword God to take disciples at all!"

The crowd was utterly shocked and envious.

"Then, isn't Qi Yuan causing trouble for his own people by picking a fight with the Wang family?"

"This red-robed cultivator is in serious trouble."

Everyone looked at Qi Yuan with pity. Even if he truly belonged to the Blood-Clothed Alliance, offending the future disciple of the Blood-Clothed Sword God would still spell his doom.

Qi Yuan was completely bewildered. "Hey, this is getting ridiculous. I'm clearly the Dragon King War God here! Why are all of you amazed by him instead? And you, why are you stealing my spotlight?"

Things had gone far beyond his expectations, rendering him speechless. He had finally been in a good mood and decided to play the role of a Dragon King War God alongside his junior sister. Yet the attempt had failed spectacularly.

Looking at Wang Yunteng, he said calmly, "You claim to be the Blood-Clothed Sword God's disciple. What proof do you have? If you're really his disciple, then I am his father!"