Chapter 428.1: Entering Black Demon Abyss, the Linya Metamorphosis

Qi Yuan descended gracefully, peerlessly handsome. “So, is the Jiang Clan still poor now?”

His appearance left Jiang Ruhua visibly shaken. How had he never realized how breathtakingly handsome this man was?!

Jiang Ruhua declared without the slightest hesitation or embarrassment, “With you here, the Jiang Clan is no longer poor!”

Still, when he recalled how crazily he had once pursued Qi Yuan, his face grew warm. Fortunately, Qi Yuan didn’t mind. Had he released even a trace of his aura back then, Jiang Ruhua would probably have died on the spot.

Qi Yuan swept his gaze across the surroundings. This city, once utterly ordinary, had not even possessed many Violet Palace cultivators. Yet now, with a simple sweep of his senses, he detected more than a dozen Yin Spirits.

Suddenly, something occurred to Qi Yuan. “You've all remained in the Underworld. In a sense, I’ve penned you up like livestock. You've had it rough.”

In the past, the Great Calamity had treated these people like livestock, holding their lives in its hands. Now that the Great Calamity had fallen, the Taihuang Palace still remained. These people could not leave the Canglan World or ascend to the upper world. In a sense, the owner of the pasture had merely changed from the Great Calamity to Qi Yuan.

Jiang Ruhua answered without even thinking, “Raised as livestock? I've been living perfectly well! No complaints here!”

To a True Lord like him, nothing had changed at all.

Meanwhile, the expressions of the surrounding Yin Spirits all changed. “Senior, you have saved our lives and even granted us rebirth! How would we dare harbor any resentment?!”

They became nervous, worried that Qi Yuan's words carried some hidden implication.

Qi Yuan remained expressionless. Was this what people meant by, “Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger"? He had merely spoken casually, yet every one of them was overthinking his intentions and treading on eggshells.

“Senior's will is the will of the Canglan World... and our will as well,” said a Yin Spirit respectfully, practically wishing he could carve the word 'loyalty' directly onto his face.

Qi Yuan brushed him off. “Don't be like that. I'm actually very democratic. I have absolutely no ambition to become some autocratic emperor. Besides, being an emperor is exhausting. You can't even visit brothels to enjoy music. That's completely unsuitable for a socially anxious person like me.”

With his strength, he could easily become a tribal chief or even an emperor on Blue Planet. Of course, if someone actually asked him to do it, he wouldn't. Besides, he had no interest in helping people escape poverty. Back on Blue Planet, he couldn't even win arguments on the internet. Wouldn't he die of jealousy if he saw some "bro" driving a Land Rover?

The Yin Spirits exchanged glances. They carefully pondered every word Qi Yuan said, yet found it impossible to understand. Over this period, they had privately spent considerable time discussing his personality and character. After all, he was the master of Canglan, the mountain hanging over all their heads.

Yet despite talking themselves hoarse, they had reached no conclusion, only a terrifying realization. Qi Yuan’s behavior was bizarre, as if something was wrong with his head. But how could a Yang Spirit possibly have mental problems or behave like a lunatic? When someone of such stature so much as farted, it likely carried some profound meaning and was part of some grand strategic plan.

Thus, they reached what they believed to be the optimal conclusion: flatter, curry favor, and simply respond accordingly to the madman persona he projected.

The Seeking Dao Palace Master immediately flattered, “An emperor acts tyrannically and oppresses the people. Such a person isn't worthy of being compared with you, Senior!”

The Yin Spirits continued showering him with compliments. “Indeed. The word 'emperor' isn't even worthy of describing you.”

Qi Yuan couldn't help feeling rather pleased. No wonder emperors throughout history had liked sycophantic ministers. These words really were pleasant to hear.

He said seriously, “Ahem... You’re exaggerating. Everyone is equal. Why isn't an emperor worthy of being compared to me? Oh, right. Canglan’s moral climate still isn't good enough. It needs further rectification. Hearing vulgar insults every day really affects one's mood. Everyone should live harmoniously.”

The other Yin Spirits immediately bowed their heads. “We obey!”

As for everything Qi Yuan had previously said about democracy and never exercising dictatorship, they simply pretended they had never heard it. Wasn't rectifying the cultivation world's moral climate itself an act of dictatorship?

***

After receiving Qi Yuan from the demon abyss, Sister Horns immediately led him toward the headquarters of the Black Demon Abyss.

Clad in flowing purple robes, she stood tall and straight, her smile carefree and uninhibited. “The Black Demon Abyss is divided into seven divisions. I am in charge of the Purple Fate Division.”

Qi Yuan asked in surprise, “Each division has at least one Major Principle expert... Is the Black Demon Abyss actually this powerful?”

The Divine Moon Palace had only two Major Principle experts, while the Taihuang Palace seemed to have three, yet the Black Demon Abyss had at least seven. How could he not be astonished?

Purple Fate Daxue proudly puffed out her chest. “Hmph! Aside from the Principle Society, we have the greatest number of Major Principle experts throughout the Sixth Heaven! Nine of them in total!”

His eyes sparkled with little stars. “So you're saying the Black Demon Abyss is even stronger than the Taihuang Palace? How about asking someone to wipe out the Taihuang Palace for me? Otherwise, I'm under a lot of pressure. I can't sleep at night.”

Having someone powerful to rely on and living off them was truly wonderful!

“Ahem...” Purple Fate Daxue appeared rather embarrassed. “Who do you think our ancestors are? Your fathers? Why should they help you?”

In reality, although they had more Major Principle experts, their overall strength was still somewhat inferior to that of the Taihuang Palace. After all, the Taihuang Palace Master had comprehended the Supreme Principle. Not even the nine Major Principle cultivators would stand a chance against such an opponent.

The level of principle one comprehended directly determined one's combat strength. Among ordinary Major Principle experts, the difference naturally led to a gap in strength, but not a particularly great one. One could defeat another, but could never kill them.

Within the Sixth Heaven, Major Principle was already the pinnacle. Immortal and indestructible, their bodies and souls were as impervious as adamant. They would remain unharmed even if meteors crashed upon them. One could say that they were incapable of committing suicide. At such a level, even an expert in the same realm wielding a Creation Treasure couldn’t kill them.

However, a Major Principle with the Supreme Principle could break this law.

Qi Yuan thoughtfully asked, “If I became their father, would they help me then?”

Purple Fate Daxue nearly lost her composure. “You're really bold. You actually dare say something like that. Aren't you afraid the ancestors might hear you? We've already entered the Black Demon Abyss territory!”

He burst into laughter. “Anything is possible in this world. What if I really am their father?”

What he stated was merely one possibility among countless possibilities.

Purple Fate Daxue looked at Qi Yuan with a complicated gaze. “How long have you had this illness?”