Sign of Bloody Calamity

The cultivators from the major sects landed, each wearing a different expression.

Qi Yuan stood to one side. He already knew the leaders sent by each sect.

Because the Foundation Establishment Spiritual Object this time was first-grade, the people each sect had dispatched were a cut stronger than in years past.

In previous Foundation Establishment Tournaments, Core Formation True Persons would never attend.

Yet this time, four had come.

Two from Suspended Mountain and the Demonic Desire Sect.

Changshan Prince, representing the Great Shang Kingdom.

And Chicken Worshipping Ancestor of the Black Mountain Sect.

In truth, according to the unspoken rules of the cultivation world, aside from the three great sects and the Great Shang Kingdom, no other sect could send a Core Formation True Person even if it valued the matter greatly.

But the Black Mountain Sect had always been arrogant and overbearing, and had long been pushing to become the fourth great sect, so it had sent Chicken Worshipping Ancestor.

Behind these powerful figures stood several Foundation Establishment elders from their respective sects, along with disciples at Qi Refining Completion.

Many of the Qi Refining Completion disciples had sharp glints in their eyes, clearly hoping to shine at this Foundation Establishment Tournament.

Some Qi Refining disciples from smaller sects, however, looked rather uneasy, clearly afraid they would fail to achieve good results.

Changshan Prince was a handsome man with a magnificent beard. Dressed in splendid silk robes, he strode toward Qi Yuan with a smile on his face. "Where is your sect master? He hasn't gone into closed-door cultivation until death, has he? Once the Foundation Establishment Tournament is over, have him come drink a few cups with me!"

Changshan Prince appeared carefree. Though he was a Core Formation True Person, his every word brimmed with heroic boldness.

The Core Formation True Persons from the various sects present all looked at Changshan Prince with a measure of awe in their eyes.

After all, Changshan Prince was the father of the current empress of the Great Shang Kingdom. He had every reason to be confident.

"Once the Foundation Establishment Tournament is over, Your Highness may ask the elders of our sect," Qi Yuan replied, his thoughts wandering wildly.

If Changshan Prince learned that his daughter was involved with the sect master, Qi Yuan wondered whether he would still be able to drink so happily with him.

After all, the sect master was quite a bit older than Changshan Prince.

Qi Yuan was the chief eldest disciple of Seven Colors Peak. Though he was only at Qi Refining Completion, his status was merely half a step below that of a Core Formation Cultivator, and he was currently representing the Shinguang Sect.

That was why these Core Formation Cultivators spoke with him as equals.

At that moment, Chicken Worshipping Ancestor of the Black Mountain Sect spoke impatiently. "Why hasn't the Foundation Establishment Tournament started yet? I'm waiting to go back and raise chicks."

The elders of the other sects present all changed expression slightly upon hearing this, clearly displeased by Chicken Worshipping Ancestor's words.

Changshan Prince merely laughed heartily. "Chicken Worshipping Ancestor, why be in such a hurry? It's not as if you lack this little bit of time."

Seeing that Changshan Prince was the one speaking, Chicken Worshipping Ancestor gave him some face.

Had it been anyone else, he would definitely have snapped back at them.

Qi Yuan also spoke. "Everyone, this way please."

Chicken Worshipping Ancestor's original name was Old Man Kunshan. Later, he and the Black Mountain Sect's sect master acknowledged Black Chicken Old Demon as their adoptive father and changed his name to Chicken Worshipping Ancestor.

The group followed Qi Yuan as they slowly made their way deeper into the Shinguang Sect.

The leading elders conversed as they walked.

As for everyone else, they remained silent.

Just then, a rather frivolous voice rang out. "Yo, isn't this Jiang Ran? How did you end up fleeing to the Shinguang Sect?"

Everyone turned to look at a Foundation Establishment cultivator with a rather flippant face.

Within the Shinguang Sect, a young girl's face went pale.

She was Jiang Ran.

Qi Yuan had met her twice before.

Qi Yuan knew that Jiang Ran possessed a special constitution and had been regarded as a cultivation furnace by Black Chicken Old Demon.

Last time, Jiang Ran had complained about the Black Mountain Sect together with Jiang Lingsu.

Qi Yuan looked at the frivolous-looking man.

He was an ordinary Demonic Path Cultivator. His complexion was faintly dark, as though a Sign of Bloody Calamity hung over him.

The Shinguang Sect disciples also looked at the frivolous man, all of them furious and gritting their teeth.

"Chu Tianxiong!"

"You actually dare come to our Shinguang Sect!"

"Utterly detestable!"

That frivolous-looking man was none other than Chu Tianxiong, who had committed monstrous crimes in Rong City.

He had violated several newlywed women and murdered their entire households.

Zheng Jianghe had led the Golden Light Hall in capturing Chu Tianxiong.

But then an elder of the Black Mountain Sect at Foundation Establishment Perfection had appeared, injured Zheng Jianghe, and rescued Chu Tianxiong with brazen arrogance.

Hearing the Shinguang Sect disciples, the mockery on Chu Tianxiong's face deepened. "The way you grit your teeth looks exactly like that cultivator named Zheng Jianghe did some time ago."

The Shinguang Sect disciples grew even angrier upon hearing this.

After all, Senior Brother Zheng Jianghe had been injured by Chu Tianxiong not long ago.

Yet Chu Tianxiong's sins had not received the punishment they deserved.

At the Shinguang Sect's mountain gate, several Pale Old Men still knelt beneath the scorching sun and pouring rain. They were the families of the harmed brides!

As for the grooms' families, not a single survivor remained. It was a truly miserable tragedy.

At that moment, Qi Yuan, who had remained silent all this while, suddenly spoke. "Senior Brother, I've recently cultivated a method of divination. Would you allow me to read your fortune?"

Chu Tianxiong froze, then narrowed his eyes. "Junior Brother, feel free to calculate."

"I see darkness over Senior Brother's brow. I fear you will soon suffer a Sign of Bloody Calamity," Qi Yuan said softly.

The moment those words fell, the entire place went silent. No one spoke.

Anger rose on Chu Tianxiong's face. He seemed about to fly into a rage, but Chicken Worshipping Ancestor stopped him.

After hearing the voice transmission, Chu Tianxiong said "good" three times in a row before finally saying, "Thank you for Junior Brother's kind intentions. This senior brother will remember them!"

The Black Mountain Sect did not fear the Shinguang Sect, but it did not dare provoke Seven Colors Peak.

After the disturbance passed, the Foundation Establishment Tournament began.

The Qi Refining disciples from each sect took to the arena one after another.

The Foundation Establishment Tournament was simple: it was just a contest of spells.

Qi Yuan found it rather boring.

After all, in the game world, he had turned heaven and earth upside down. Battles at this level were terribly dull to watch.

If there had not been so many people around, he would have taken out the Game Jade Slip and played for a while.

At that moment, a voice sounded beside Qi Yuan's ear.

"Senior Brother, it's your turn."

Qi Yuan then slowly stepped onto the arena.

The Core Formation True Persons and Foundation Establishment cultivators present all fixed their eyes on Qi Yuan.

After all, Qi Yuan was the chief eldest disciple of Seven Colors Peak. His identity was exceedingly special.

"Duan Tianjiao of the Demonic Desire Sect greets Senior Brother." Duan Tianjiao wore black robes that accentuated her curvaceous figure. A tear mole beneath her left eye made her especially alluring.

"Qi Yuan of the Shinguang Sect," Qi Yuan introduced himself as well.

He also examined Duan Tianjiao.

She was an ordinary cultivator, but she had a small habit: she liked picking at her feet. Don't let her feet kick you; be careful of athlete's foot.

Qi Yuan paused. This girl was beautiful, yes, but she was also skilled in biological warfare. He had to be careful.

"Begin!" With the ring of a bell, the battle's curtain was raised.

Qi Yuan was incomparably cautious, keeping his eyes fixed on Duan Tianjiao's feet.

When Duan Tianjiao flew toward him, he lightly raised a hand.

Yet before he could even begin circulating his spiritual power, something astonishing happened.

"Pfft..."

Duan Tianjiao was sent flying straight away, blood spilling from her mouth.

"As expected of Seven Colors Peak's chief eldest disciple. Your Remote Acupoint Strike Technique is truly formidable. Tianjiao admits defeat!" Duan Tianjiao got to her feet and immediately conceded.

Qi Yuan looked utterly bewildered. "I hadn't even exerted myself, and you already fell?"

No, he had not even made a move, and she had already lost?

This Foundation Establishment Tournament... had some shady dealings behind it?

The elders and Qi Refining disciples of the other sects beneath the arena were unsurprised by this.

Only, some disciples looked at Qi Yuan with a trace of jealousy in their eyes.