Yellow Millet Qi

Wang Chan's vision was completely black, his mind filled with the stinging pain that assaulted him like a mountain tsunami.

He didn't understand...

Didn't Chen Xuan feel any doubt about everything he had encountered? Didn't he want a satisfactory explanation?

He had clearly lowered his stance, shown goodwill, and was about to speak of that noble and grand matter, when the other party... directly attacked.

Without the slightest hesitation, his moves were absolutely lethal, leaving no room for escape!

"Puff puff puff!"

Chen Xuan's eyes were sharp, holding a sharp weapon, his movements as fast as lightning. Wang Chan's body suffered dense penetrating injuries. Not only were his internal organs damaged, but even many bones were pierced. At the same time, wisps of Metal Virtue White Qi churned wildly within his body, continuously causing even more horrific damage.

"Get lost!"

Wang Chan shrieked miserably, a ball of cyan-gold light instantly erupting from within him, making his body almost transparent. Immortal Qi surged like a retreating giant wave, rushing towards Chen Xuan.

"Whoosh!"

Chen Xuan keenly sensed a crisis and instantly retreated, pulling back more than ten meters, his gaze solemn: "What Qi..."

He could tell at a glance that this was not pure Green Qi, but rather emitted a golden light and a faint fragrance of grain.

This Immortal Qi's momentum was not strong, even appearing peaceful. But Chen Xuan felt an extreme sense of threat from it. If he were contaminated, something extremely terrifying would definitely happen.

"Cough cough..."

Wang Chan was hunched over on the ground like a silkworm cocoon, his entire body looking as if it had been pulled from a pool of blood. Blood soaked his clothes and dripped onto the ground like rain: "This is Yellow Millet Qi—"

Strands of Yellow Millet Immortal Qi, like spiritual snakes, surged from Wang Chan's mouth, nose, and seven orifices, desperately suppressing and removing the damage caused by Chen Xuan's White Qi, rapidly mending his severely damaged body.

This was an Immortal Qi different from the Twelve Qi of Mountains and Seas, sublimated and transformed from Green Qi, more advanced, originating from the Yellow Millet Dream!

"Yellow Millet Qi, is it the technique of the Yellow Millet Dream?"

Chen Xuan paced back and forth, like a leopard stalking its prey, cautiously circling Wang Chan, looking for an opportunity to attack again: "No, you haven't mastered it..."

Although there was a hint of ancient aura similar to grain emanating from the cyan-gold Immortal Qi, Chen Xuan quickly discovered that this was just a bluff, a mere facade. The overall composition was still primarily wood-attribute Green Qi.

Wang Chan explained, "I woke up too late and only had time to cultivate a trace, but it's already enough to deal with you, even overkill."

Chen Xuan sneered, "You're at the end of your rope, why are you pretending to be a master? This uncultivated Yellow Millet Qi can't save you!"

His mood became increasingly calm. He was not in a hurry to pursue the victory, but patiently waited for the moment when Wang Chan would reveal a flaw...

No, Wang Chan was already severely injured and dying, why should he wait? Give him time to recover?

He should immediately pursue the victory and kill him directly!

"Something's not right..."

Chen Xuan shook his head abruptly, feeling that something was wrong: "I'm a little off..."

A strange smile appeared on Wang Chan's face, his tone mocking: "Is it really useless? Chen Xuan, haven't you already voluntarily stopped and are willing to talk to me calmly?"

He had been hit!

Chen Xuan was startled, a chill running from his tailbone straight up to his head. At such a critical moment of battle, he actually had the leisure to chat with the other party. He had originally planned not to say a single word to his opponent!

"Hiss..."

He immediately gripped his sharp weapon and charged towards Wang Chan.

"Clang!"

A series of melodious bell tolls suddenly echoed in his mind, as if crossing the boundary between ancient and present, striking his heart one after another, calming his mind. The fragrance of ripe grain drifted in the wind. The cool autumn air made him feel incredibly sleepy...

"Is this the Yellow Millet Qi..."

Chen Xuan stopped again, his eyelids seeming to droop, his killing intent and hostility receding. Immediately after, countless past events were stirred up in his heart, surging forth...

The first time he saw the lame Chen Ganshui family in Small River Village, the admiring Junior Sister Yang in the martial arts hall, the three members of the Chu family he met in the ruined temple in the snow... Not only the experiences of the past three years, but even various things from his previous life began to surface.

Chen Xuan's heart was gradually filled with endless emptiness and extreme confusion.

The mundane world rolled on, like lightning and dew. Life in this world was a great dream. What was he striving for? Why not just sleep...

"The difference between you and me, Chen Xuan, is that you are just a genius, while I am not only a genius, but also a... destined person favored by this era."

Wang Chan stood up. His eyes were pierced, and his vision was completely dark. He perceived his surroundings in the darkness, stumbling towards Chen Xuan, a cyan light appearing on his fingertips.

"I originally intended to subdue you as a follower, but you are arrogant and untamable, your nature is hard to change..."

Chen Xuan's eyes were dull, staring ahead, as if his soul had left his body, becoming a wooden sculpture or clay figure that had lost consciousness.

He saw it.

Golden-glowing grain ears swaying gently in the autumn wind...

Black mist surged, the jade token shone with white light, and the Mystic Cat rushed towards the place called Ox Horn Mountain.

"The matter of the Six Desires Heaven just ended, and now the Yellow Millet Dream has caused a shocking event here!"

Mystic Cat Goddess was anxious, not even stopping when she passed the four corpses at Small Stone Lake.

There are priorities, and the sudden appearance of the Yellow Millet Dream is clearly more important.

Yellow Millet Dream, Six Desires Heaven... these are all fated individuals listed in the Small Underworld.

Their destiny is too significant, requiring serious attention. The bloody incidents they cause must be prioritized; this is her duty.

As for Chen Xuan, whom she has been paying close attention to recently.

Although his talent is outstanding, and he has caused a series of bloody incidents, bringing her considerable gains, and there might be a hidden powerful figure teaching him breathing techniques behind him, these alone are far from comparable to a fated individual like Yellow Millet Dream.

"Swish swish!"

The ground rapidly receded under the Mystic Cat's feet, and Ox Horn Mountain gradually appeared in her sight. Suddenly, her steps paused as she saw a very absurd scene on the mountainside.

An old turtle, completely white, stood in the grass like a human, its dough-like turtle head sticking out high.

The old white turtle sniffed a certain scent in the air while staring intently at the mountain path ahead with deep eyes.

"An old turtle? Is it watching the Yellow Millet Dream's excitement?"

When the Mystic Cat Goddess saw a fellow demon, she immediately ran over, leaped onto the glowing white turtle shell, spread her four limbs to firmly grasp the shell, and also stuck out her coal-like head to look.

Her vision suddenly rose, and the scene further away came into view.

Yellow Millet Dream, and... it's him!

That Qi Refiner named Chen Xuan!

The Mystic Cat Goddess's gem-like cat eyes immediately widened. Subconsciously, her shocked mouth slowly opened into a circle: "Why is he here!"

"The impolite little fish thief is going to die..."

The old white turtle was completely unaware of the Mystic Cat's appearance and muttered to himself: "The Yellow Millet Qi stirs up the rolling mundane world, and past events surge out all at once. Even those with firm willpower will instantly sink into sleep and find it difficult to break free."

"Tsk, the fish thief is only eighteen years old. He even dares to do something frivolous like stealing old man fish. His mind is immature and he is even less able to resist."

A long time ago, it had smelled the scent of the treasure fish and found Chen Xuan. Seeing him looking like he was about to do something big, it wanted to watch the excitement, so it followed him all the way here and watched a great show.

Under the moonlight, the disheveled Yellow Millet Dream, Wang Chan, had already walked up to Chen Xuan: "Dying by my hand is not an insult to you..."

The green light on his fingertip pointed towards Chen Xuan's heart.

The old white turtle watched intently, and seeing this, it sneered again:

"The little fish thief was decisive when he started, as if he had a firm character, daring to actively seek trouble with Yellow Millet Dream. As a result, he was instantly restrained by the Yellow Millet Qi, revealing his weakness, and is not capable of great things... Little fish thief, how laughable, how laughable."

It had originally thought that the fish thief's character was quite to the old man's liking and that it could let him off and not bother about the fish theft, but it didn't expect to be mistaken. This was someone who started strong but finished weak, someone with a false appearance.

The Mystic Cat Goddess turned her head and glanced sideways at the muttering old white turtle, thinking: You old fool with blurred vision, what do you know?

She didn't understand why Chen Xuan suddenly appeared here, nor did she understand what role he would play.

But she knew that the Small Underworld had told her.

Yellow Millet Dream.

Will definitely die tonight.