Ji Fuyao

As the voice faded, a crimson streak of light tore across the horizon in the distance like a falling meteor, landing in the pavilion in the blink of an eye and taking the form of a woman.

The woman was tall with an exquisite figure; her long, slender legs were exposed beneath her skirt, as fair as lotus roots. The twin mounds on her chest were ready to burst forth, stretching her crimson robes taut.

She was clearly a hot-tempered person; otherwise, she wouldn't have started with that earth-shattering "fuck your mother" the moment she opened her mouth.

She began berating him the second she arrived.

"Zhu Tiangang! You've got the nerve to come poaching right to my doorstep?"

"Do you have no shame?!"

The thin, elderly man known as Zhu Tiangang felt his eyebrows twitch violently. His expression turned grim to the extreme, and he retorted with a sour look, "How vulgar!"

"Lu Qingyao! Am I wrong? What resources does your Master-Disciple Lineage have to offer him? When the time comes for his Foundation Establishment, can you even produce top-tier materials?"

His voice rose a notch. "A seedling this good, left in your Master-Disciple Lineage, is just being wasted!"

Lu Qingyao seemed to have been poked in a sore spot. Her face flushed red instantly, her chest heaving, and she gritted her teeth, shouting sharply, "Ha! You only reached the Golden Core realm by relying on the shade of your ancestors! Even if you have resources, so what? You still can't beat me in a duel!"

"To put it bluntly, if not for the resources left behind by your ancestors, you would have been nothing but a pile of dirt by now!"

"Fine, fine, fine!"

Zhu Tiangang sneered repeatedly.

"Then let's trade a few blows!"

Before the words had even finished, the Momentum on his body erupted suddenly.

A black water droplet the size of a soybean suddenly appeared behind his head, as dark as ink.

In an instant, that droplet began to spread.

The entire sky was instantly dyed ink-black, as if covered by a massive, thick mass of black water.

Even the moonlight could not penetrate it in the slightest.

In the sky, flood dragons bared their fangs and brandished their claws within the ink-colored sea of clouds, while a black tortoise surfaced and submerged in the churning black water. Various visions appeared incessantly, as if an entire world had been inverted above the Heavenly Fire Sect.

It blotted out the stars and covered the moon!

"Think I'm afraid of you?!"

Lu Qingyao let out an angry shout. A point of crimson firelight collapsed and contracted before her, then exploded violently.

That firelight forcibly pushed back the ink-black sky, and the crimson radiance spread in all directions like a tide.

Using Heavenly Fire Peak as the boundary, the sky above the entire Heavenly Fire Sect was divided into black and red, distinct and unyielding.

On the black side, flood dragons bared their fangs and brandished their claws, the black tortoise churned the rivers and seas, and various visions emerged one after another, as if thousands of troops were slaughtering each other in the sea of clouds.

On the crimson side, a massive figure clad in crimson battle armor and wielding a war halberd slowly coalesced.

The figure stood over a thousand feet tall; every scale on its armor was clearly visible, and crimson flames flowed along the war halberd.

The crimson figure vaguely held the upper hand, occasionally pushing past the boundary as crimson light surged into the black side like a tide.

But every time it surged forward, it was soon pushed back by the black waves.

Advancing and retreating, retreating and advancing, like two armies facing off, like two tigers locked in a struggle.

The many disciples of the Heavenly Fire Sect all looked up at this scene.

"What is this? Are True Immortals dueling?"

"You really are an ignorant fool! I've seen True Immortals duel; the scale is indeed large, but not this large! This must be True Monarchs dueling!"

"True Monarchs dueling? Could a True Monarch from another sect have attacked?"

"How is that possible? I reckon this is True Monarch Heavenly Fire Phoenix of the Master-Disciple Lineage and True Monarch Profound Water Heavy Cloud of the Descendants of the Six Monarchs!"

"A duel between True Monarchs—some people never get to see this once in their entire lives. You and I are truly feasting our eyes today!"

"But it is strange. Our Master-Disciple Lineage and the Descendants of the Six Monarchs don't get along, but whether it's friction between disciples, sparring between Foundation Establishment immortals, or duels between True Immortals, I can understand that. Why have these two started fighting?"

The discussions rose and fell, some filled with excitement.

In the pavilion atop the peak, the two stood—one sitting by a long table, the other standing—staring daggers at each other, neither willing to yield even half a step.

They didn't use their hands or feet; they simply used their divine abilities to clash across the air.

The white-clad man sitting in the main seat didn't speak, simply sipping his tea quietly.

He glanced at the two, his expression as calm as water, and spoke lightly, "The juniors are all watching from below."

"Are you two not ashamed?"

"That's enough."

With that, he placed his empty cup gently onto the table.

"Hum—!"

A low hum resonated.

An invisible ripple spread from the table. Wherever the ripple passed, the flood dragons, the black tortoise, the crimson armored figure, and all other visions vanished instantly, as if they had never existed at all.

The sky returned to its original state, the stars surrounding the moon, the galaxy brilliant and clear.

Lu Qingyao's expression turned even uglier.

She whipped her head around.

"Ji Fuyao! I'm telling you, I can understand you ignoring the Master-Disciple Lineage ever since you became Sect Master all these years."

She paused, enunciating each word: "But if you dare to hand this promising talent over to them, then don't blame me for no longer recognizing you as my senior brother!"

"Enough of this nonsense!"

Ji Fuyao frowned and let out a low shout.

He raised his eyes, looking at Lu Qingyao and Zhu Tiangang, his gaze lingering on each of their faces for a moment.

"This person carries too much karma, and it is related to the Hundred Thousand Year Calamity. Neither of you can withstand it."

Zhu Tiangang froze, the anger on his face instantly solidifying, replaced by deep shock: "What? It's actually related to the Hundred Thousand Year Calamity?"

"How could a mere Qi Gathering cultivator be involved with the Hundred Thousand Year Calamity?"

Zhu Tiangang's expression shifted, flickering between light and shadow.

In his understanding, both Ji Fuyao and Lu Qingyao hailed from the Master-Disciple Lineage, and their master knew very little about the Hundred Thousand Year Calamity, only that it was a catastrophe for cultivators.

But he, as one of the Descendants of the Six Monarchs, was different.

The secret records passed down among the Descendants of the Six Monarchs clearly documented the tragic state the last Hundred Thousand Year Calamity had brought upon this continent.

Rivers of blood flowed.

Corpses of True Monarchs littered the ground, the sky was stained blood-red, and half the landmass was sunk.

Mountains shifted, rivers flowed backward, and countless sects were wiped out overnight.

It rained blood for ten consecutive days; that was the Heavenly Dao of this land wailing and weeping.

Thinking of this, he had already made his decision.

He could no longer get involved with this Jiang Tian.

The karma was too great.

So great that even he, a Golden Core True Monarch, could not bear it.

Ji Fuyao withdrew his gaze, his voice as calm as ever: "Very well, the two of you need not concern yourselves with Jiang Tian any further. I have my own arrangements."

Truth be told, when he used his divine abilities to calculate that day, he only deduced that Jiang Tian was related to the Hundred Thousand Year Calamity, but whether it was a blessing or a curse, he had no way of knowing.

Jiang Tian was clearly just a small cultivator in the Qi Gathering Realm, yet his body seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, hazy and indistinct, impossible to see through or grasp.

It seemed it was time to go see this kid in person.

The morning sun rose.

After waking up, Jiang Tian sat cross-legged on the platform and began to gather Solar Qi.

He discovered that the Solar Qi in the morning was much purer than that at noon or in the evening.

He had also seen the earth-shattering battle in the sky yesterday.

Black and red colors vied for dominance, with strange phenomena filling the sky, obscuring the stars and the moon.

To be honest, the scene was truly shocking, as if two ancient gods were slaughtering each other above the clouds.

But he only glanced up once before withdrawing his gaze and continuing his cultivation.

Golden Core True Monarch.

It was still too far away from him.

Watching was useless; it was better to look at the sun a few more times.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out behind him.

"Are you trying to gather the Five Qi?"

Jiang Tian's eyes snapped open, and the hair on his body stood on end.

He hadn't sensed anyone approaching—no footsteps, no aura, no warning signs whatsoever.

It was as if the person had been standing behind him the entire time.

He slowly turned his head.

A man in white stood with his hands behind his back, three feet behind him, watching him with great interest.

The man's gaze lingered on him for a moment, then paused slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes.

"Eh? Why is your Solar Qi inside your heart?"

(Thanks to [User 32264117][Bayuan][Yu Chu] for the support!!! Thank you, thank you!!!)

(It was only after a reminder from [Bayuan] that I realized I forgot to add the new purple entry in the previous chapter. It has been added now, thanks for the reminder.)