My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Chapter 352: Your Sect’s Name Is Bad

Shen Yang was excited.

"This guy is actually last year’s Martial Arts Tournament champion!"

On the homepage of the Grandpa Delivery Network, there was a small line of text introducing its founder, Qi Yuan, the champion of last year’s Martial Arts Tournament.

Shen Yang remembered that champion well—the one who blew up his opponent with a single punch.

However, back then, the circulated videos were scarce and blurry, and Shen Yang hadn’t gotten a clear look at Qi Yuan’s face or even recognized his voice.

"So I go to a designated hospital, get my blood drawn, and send it in?"

Shen Yang opened the website and immediately saw that several hospitals in Fenghai City were accepting blood donations for submission.

Without hesitation, Shen Yang prepared to leave right away.

Initially, he thought about renting an electric scooter to ride down the mountain, but then he decided to spend a little more money and take a taxi.

He stood at a street corner, waiting to hail a ride, when a familiar voice called out to him.

"Shen Yang, where are you going?"

Shen Yang turned around to see a familiar figure—it was the young disciple from Dou Shen Sect he had met earlier.

"I... I’m heading to the hospital to send my blood to Grandpa Delivery Network," Shen Yang blurted out instinctively, his eyes filled with suspicion and caution as he looked at the young man.

"Why is the immortal master here?" Shen Yang couldn’t help but ask.

A glint of killing intent flashed in the young man’s eyes. "Just out for a casual stroll."

At that moment, a voice filled with joy rang out.

"It seems the Grandpa Delivery Network is doing well. Already, someone is sending in their blood. This world truly lacks warmth and love."

As the voice fell, a young man dressed in a blood-red robe appeared, his face adorned with a bright smile. His features were handsome, and his smile seemed to dissipate the world’s evil, as refreshing as a spring breeze.

This man in the blood-red robe was, of course, Qi Yuan.

After leaving the realm of death, he had asked Ning Tao to help him conceal the killing intent that clung to him.

Now, ordinary people wouldn’t sense the intense murderous aura emanating from him.

When Qi Yuan appeared, Shen Yang froze for a moment before his face lit up with joy. "You... you’re Qi Yuan, the founder of Grandpa Delivery Network!"

Qi Yuan nodded, unsurprised. "It seems the Grandpa Delivery Network is running well. Just running into someone randomly, and they meet the qualifications."

"Hey, brother, do you need a grandpa? How about I give you one right here and now?"

Qi Yuan enthusiastically promoted his "grandpa service."

Shen Yang was thrilled. "Yes, I need one! Mr. Qi, when you got married last time, I even sent you a message congratulating you!"

Shen Yang seized every opportunity to get close to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan’s expression shifted slightly. "So, you’re that guy who secretly admired me? I’m straight, and my sexual orientation is normal!"

Shen Yang was confused, not understanding what Qi Yuan meant, and he hurriedly explained.

"Mr. Qi, you misunderstood. My sexual orientation is normal too."

At that moment, the young disciple from Dou Shen Sect frowned and glanced at Qi Yuan before saying coldly, "Brother, I have important matters to discuss with Shen Yang."

He was still in a rush to kill him and didn’t want Qi Yuan delaying his plan.

Seeing that Qi Yuan was ready to chat with Shen Yang for a while, the young man couldn’t help but speak up.

Shen Yang looked at the disciple in confusion. "Immortal master, I no longer wish to join your sect, so I don’t think there’s anything left to discuss, is there?"

He was politely declining.

He had already sensed that something was off about this disciple’s sudden appearance.

"When I say there’s something to discuss, there is!" Since the young man had started cultivating, he had become arrogant, looking down on mortals. His tone carried an air of unquestionable authority.

At that moment, Qi Yuan turned to the young man, his expression calm. "You’re not very compassionate, are you? This guy here lacks love, he’s missing a grandpa, and I’m offering him one. Are you really going to get in the way?"

The young man’s killing intent intensified. He scanned his surroundings and spoke with icy coldness. "You want a grandpa? No problem, I’ll send both of you to hell to meet your grandpas!"

With spiritual energy surging through him, the disciple of Dou Shen Sect was filled with murderous intent, intending to kill both of them on the spot.

Qi Yuan’s expression changed slightly at the young man’s words. "Grandpa Delivery Network... well, if that’s how you interpret it, it does make sense. Good people get grandpas, bad people get sent to hell to meet their grandpas."

"Crazy!" The young man roared and immediately attacked Qi Yuan.

"Hmm, a little appetizer before wiping out your sect sounds nice."

Qi Yuan casually threw a punch.

The young man’s eyes were filled with disdain.

A weak mortal dared to throw a punch at someone who had stepped onto the path of immortality?

In the next instant, a cloud of blood appeared out of nowhere.

The young man... was instantly turned into a cloud of blood by Qi Yuan’s punch.

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Ten minutes later.

At Dou Shen Tower, the bustling crowd continued to grow. Tens of thousands of people had come seeking to join Dou Shen Sect.

They waited in long lines under the scorching sun.

Some paid extra to skip the line and get tested immediately.

Suddenly, a blood-red light streaked across the sky.

The sky turned crimson, as if a blood-red curtain had covered the heavens.

Everyone waiting to join the sect instinctively looked up.

"What’s happening?"

"Why has the sky turned red?"

"Is it bleeding?"

"When strange things happen, something bad is usually behind it!"

"Honestly, it feels kind of cool!"

The red curtain replaced the sunlight, bathing everyone’s faces in crimson light. The oppressive heat of the sun had vanished.

"Does this look like one of those TV moments when someone comes to challenge the sect?"

There was a buzz of chatter in the crowd—some excited to see what would happen, others fearful.

The atmosphere became tense.

At that moment, a burst of intense white light shot up from the top of Dou Shen Tower.

A lotus flower, as large as a small mountain, emerged from the white light.

The white lotus was crystalline, pure as jade, like a celestial artifact.

It soared into the sky and, as if touched by a spring breeze, bloomed. Countless petals shot upwards, colliding with the blood-red curtain.

Waves of immortal spells and spiritual energy clashed against the blood-red sky.

For a moment, the sky was bathed in both red and white, as bright as daylight.

"Whoa, is this real?"

"This is stunning!"

"Special effects don’t hold a candle to this!"

Despite the onslaught of countless petals, they were unable to break through the blood curtain.

A deep, ancient voice rang out at that moment.

"I am Sheng Dou, the True Monarch of Dou Shen Sect. Which fellow Daoist has come to my sect? Why not show yourself?"

An elderly man with white hair appeared atop Dou Shen Tower, his figure ethereal, draped in golden robes.

Seeing this man, the crowd erupted in excitement.

"It’s the Sect Master!"

"The Sect Master is here, Dou Shen Sect will be fine!"

"That’s the Sect Master! He’s a Nascent Soul cultivator—so powerful, like a deity!"

Many onlookers gazed in awe and reverence at Sheng Dou, the True Monarch of Dou Shen Sect.

Not long ago, Sheng Dou had moved the entire Dou Shen Tower to Dou Shen Mountain, and videos of the feat had gone viral.

Many people had begun to worship Sheng Dou as a god.

Now, seeing him in person, their excitement was palpable.

At that moment, a crack appeared in the blood-red curtain, and a figure dressed in a blood-red robe emerged.

This figure stood in mid-air, wearing a red mask that concealed his face.

But judging by his clothes and demeanor, it was clear he was a villain.

The hearts of the onlookers were in their throats.

The disciples and elders of Dou Shen Sect, however, were invigorated.

With the Sect Master here, who would dare challenge them?

Seeing the newcomer, Sheng Dou squinted. "Daoist, your aura is unfamiliar. Why do you trouble my Dou Shen Sect?"

He mulled over countless possibilities, trying to discern Qi Yuan’s origins, but it was all a blur.

He was puzzled—Dou Shen Sect hadn’t provoked any powerful enemies lately.

The wind blew, rustling the blood-red figure’s robe. The man spoke, his voice as melodious as a song.

Clearly, he had concealed his true identity.

"Your Dou Shen Sect has a bad name."

His words sent shockwaves through the crowd.

The disciples of Dou Shen Sect were enraged.

"This guy is insane!"

"He didn’t even bother with an excuse, just came to make trouble. He’s definitely a demon!"

Sheng Dou True Monarch remained calm despite Qi Yuan’s words.

"The name Dou Shen Sect was chosen by our patriarch in accordance with the Dao. What’s wrong with it?"

"If it were a good name, your sect wouldn’t have provoked me.

"Your sect is called Dou Shen Sect. Dou Shen means ‘fighting gods.’ Now that I, a god, have arrived, are you not going to fight me?

"Your sect’s name offends me. You could’ve called it anything else, but you chose ‘Dou Shen.’

"Isn’t that a direct challenge to me, the god?

"Change the name quickly, and maybe I’ll spare you."

Qi Yuan’s voice was cold, filled with authority and murderous intent.

"A coward who hides his face dares to call himself a god!" Sheng Dou scoffed inwardly.

"And how am I not a god?" Qi Yuan blinked under his blood-red robe. "Do you want me to show you proof that I am a god?

"If you acknowledge my divinity, you can change your sect’s name and save yourselves."

"Heh, this True Monarch would like to see what kind of god you are." Sheng Dou floated in mid-air, growing more wary.

Suddenly, a small red booklet appeared in front of him.

Sheng Dou was momentarily taken aback.

Is this booklet proof of divinity?

With another gust of wind, the red booklet flipped open.

Sheng Dou’s expression froze as he clenched his teeth in anger. "Mental... Illness... Certificate!"

The words inside the red booklet read, "Mental Illness Certificate."

"See? Am I not a god?

"Your sect’s name provokes me.

"Change it now, and you may have a chance to live.

"Otherwise, you’ll end up like Jiang Qingjiao, who badmouthed me behind my back... dead."

At that moment, many elders and deacons within Dou Shen Tower had also seen the words inside the red booklet.

Their expressions ranged from shock to disbelief to amusement.

"A mental illness certificate?"

"Damn, this guy’s mocking us!"

"He thinks a mental illness certificate can serve as proof of divinity?"

They finally understood—this person had come to make trouble, and "being a god" was just an excuse.

Sheng Dou, the True Monarch, was now furious, his eyes brimming with killing intent. "I haven’t killed someone at my level in over a century. It seems... today will be a bloodbath!"

Qi Yuan hovered in mid-air, looking puzzled. "What, you don’t recognize me as a god?

"Are you discriminating against me because of my profession? Are you biased against people with mental illness?

"Why can’t someone with mental illness be a god?"

Qi Yuan was furious.

In this day and age, when everyone was supposedly equal, people were still discriminating against those with mental illness?

So, having a mental illness disqualified him from being a god?

The news spread quickly to the crowd, leaving them stunned.

"A god’s proof... is a mental illness certificate?"

"I brought binoculars for fun, but now I’m actually using them... It’s really a mental illness certificate!"

"Mental illness... makes you a god?"

"This guy is crazy!"

"It’s clear now—he’s just looking for an excuse to mess with Dou Shen Sect!"

"He’s acting like a demon!"

The crowd was abuzz with discussion.

Suddenly, a voice filled with killing intent reverberated through the scene.

"If you’ve come to make trouble, Daoist, just say so. Do you find it fun to toy with me?"

Sheng Dou’s eyes burned with fury.

Dou Shen Sect’s cultivation centered around the word "Dou," or "fight."

In the Fire Spirit World, Dou Shen Sect disciples, even those in the Qi Refining stage, would go to the mortal world to train.

This training involved fighting and slaughter, sharpening their battle instincts.

As a result, every disciple of Dou Shen Sect was steeped in killing intent.

In the Fire Spirit World, Dou Shen Sect was even considered a demonic sect.

As a young man, Sheng Dou had become infamous for wiping out an entire town of 30,000 mortals while only at the third stage of Qi Refining, which earned him a place as a true disciple.

Even after advancing in his cultivation, he had continued to uphold the principles of "fight" and "slaughter."

Unlike many cultivators who only focused on personal growth, Sheng Dou was an experienced fighter, often battling opponents stronger than himself.

Although he was only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage, he could even hold his own against late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

In the Fire Spirit World, Sheng Dou was considered a top-tier powerhouse.

He was confident that he could defeat this intruder.

Not to mention, he had brought with him a powerful treasure left behind by their patriarch—one that could kill even Purple Mansion cultivators.

This realm, with its large population, was perfect for Dou Shen Sect's philosophy of "fight" and "slaughter."

"Today, I will show the world that Dou Shen Sect cannot be insulted!"

A powerful aura erupted from Sheng Dou as lotus flowers bloomed in his hands.

The flowers rapidly multiplied, covering his entire body in an instant.

At the same time, outside the blood curtain, a wandering Nascent Soul cultivator saw the spectacle and gasped. "Sheng Dou’s strongest divine ability—Million Saint Lotus!

"This technique targets the soul directly. Its power is immense, and even late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators would hesitate to face it.

"He’s truly enraged!"

This Nascent Soul cultivator, a rogue, had noticed something unusual at Dou Shen Sect and had come to spy.

Several other rogue cultivators stood nearby, watching in awe.

"I never thought I’d witness a battle between Nascent Soul cultivators!"

If Qi Yuan had seen them, he would have commented on how dedicated these NPC-like spectators were, coming all the way out here to provide commentary.

But at this moment, Qi Yuan wasn’t paying attention to them—his focus was on Sheng Dou.

"I must say, your sect is quite sensible.

"You go straight for the big moves.

"Otherwise, I’d have to kill all your servants, then your outer disciples, then inner disciples, true disciples, deacons, elders, grand elders—it’d never end.

"Going straight to the sect master is much more convenient. I can crush you with one slap.

"I, as a god... will send you to meet your grandpa!"

Qi Yuan was quite pleased with himself, feeling that his words were very clever.

That last sentence had a double meaning.

"My grandpa’s still alive, but you... you can go meet yours!" Sheng Dou roared.

Countless lotus flowers shot towards Qi Yuan.

In the sky, the lotus flowers exploded in a dazzling display, like a sea of blooming flowers.

Qi Yuan stood in mid-air, his blood-red robe billowing in the wind.

"Recently, my wife taught me a new move. This seems like a good chance to try it out."

Ten-Kill Overlord Punch!

Qi Yuan threw a punch straight down towards the earth.

At the same moment, the blood curtain in the sky descended, as if the heavens were shattering and crashing towards the ground.

This punch was a technique Ning Tao had created based on the bloodthirsty killing intent within Qi Yuan. He had further modified it.

The Ten-Kill Overlord Punch was true to its name.

It was an indiscriminate attack, but with a filter.

Anyone who had slaughtered more than ten humans would die from this punch.

In the sky, the blood curtain morphed into a fist.

Endless bloodthirsty energy swirled and surged.

One punch.

Straight down!