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

Purple Fate Daxue smiled gently, “Little Sister Xiaolu is a good person and kind-hearted. As for An Xunlu... well, she’s got a sharp tongue, very envious, and loves to badmouth people behind their backs. You’d better be careful around her.”

“I don’t just talk behind people’s backs, I also love to insult them to their faces!” An Xunlu glared at Purple Fate Daxue, her killing intent barely concealed.

This confirmed Qi Yuan’s suspicions—there was definitely something off with the Purple Fate Heaven bloodline.

All the cultivators here seemed a bit… off.

In contrast, places like the Moon God Palace or other cultivation sects were much more normal. There, everyone was polite and courteous on the surface.

“Hmph! Just arrived in Purple Fate Heaven, and already named the leader of us Demon Sons? I’d like to see what you’re really capable of!” An Xunlu was a fierce character, always acting swiftly and decisively.

This scene made Qi Yuan blink in surprise.

Now this was the kind of drama he expected from the cultivation world.

In his previous cultivation experiences, the people he encountered were far too friendly.

For instance, when he visited the Jiang family, there wasn’t even a small-time troublemaker to stir things up.

“What’s your cultivation level? I’ll lower mine to match yours. Don’t say it’s unfair,” An Xunlu offered with a sharp tone.

“I’m at the Purple Mansion level,” Qi Yuan responded seriously.

An Xunlu’s face immediately turned red with anger. “Shameless!”

This man was just pretending to be weak!

“I’m not lying; I’m really at the Purple Mansion level,” Qi Yuan maintained with a sincere expression.

Purple Fate Daxue burst out laughing at An Xunlu’s reaction. “I can vouch for him—he really is at the Purple Mansion.”

“Hmph!” An Xunlu’s chest heaved with fury, revealing more than a glimpse of spring beneath her robe as she turned and stormed off.

Qi Yuan felt a little disappointed.

He had been curious to see what a "Purple Mansion" cultivator from a powerful faction like this could do.

Purple Fate Daxue narrowed her eyes mischievously, “Well, was it white enough? Big enough?”

“Huh?” Qi Yuan looked confused, not understanding what she meant.

“I mean… did you want a taste?” Purple Fate Daxue teased, a smirk on her lips.

“...Hey! Can you stop acting like a female pervert?” Qi Yuan was exasperated.

These people in the Black Abyss really weren’t normal.

Standing nearby, Purple Fate Xiaolu blushed bright red, clutching the corner of her robe in embarrassment. If not for her shy nature, she might have covered her ears.

“Sis is just teasing! Don’t get any ideas—you wouldn’t stand a chance even if you wanted to. An Xunlu has her eyes on someone else… someone like Black Sword.” When she mentioned Black Sword, Purple Fate Daxue’s expression became uncharacteristically serious.

“Hey, stop spreading such dirty rumors! I don’t have any interest in An Xunlu!” Qi Yuan was fed up.

These Black Abyss people were incredible at making up rumors!

Though this kind of thing wasn’t exclusive to the cultivation world. It happened a lot back on Earth, too.

A common case: one person starts a rumor online—“Is so-and-so impotent?”—and soon, others start repeating it: “I heard so-and-so is impotent.”

Boom, rumor successfully spread.

But normally, rumors took time to build momentum.

Purple Fate Daxue, though, was spreading these rumors with no buildup at all.

Qi Yuan figured the only reason people from the Purple Fate clan had survived this long despite their loose tongues was because of their strong bloodline.

“Sigh, you’re no fun. I was only kidding. Besides, I wanted to introduce Black Sword into the conversation.”

“Wait a second—how do you even know about ‘cells’?” Qi Yuan blinked, suddenly suspicious.

Could she be from Earth too?

“We in the Black Abyss study bloodlines. Coming up with a term like ‘cell’ isn’t a stretch, right?” Purple Fate Daxue looked at Qi Yuan like he was some backwater bumpkin.

Qi Yuan instantly understood.

For a Yang God, if their eyes couldn’t see down to the cellular level, that would be disappointing.

“Anyway, you better work hard and cultivate the Ancestral Blood Art to surpass Black Sword. That guy’s known as the Light of the Black Abyss, but I’m rebellious and don’t like him,” Purple Fate Daxue said seriously.

Black Sword was hailed as the greatest prodigy in the Black Abyss, someone destined to become a Grand Supreme Truth practitioner.

Not just any Supreme Truth practitioner, but one like the legendary figure in the Taihuang Palace who had comprehended the Supreme Truth to the highest degree.

Despite being the Black Abyss’s ruler in the Sixth Heaven, the region had never produced a Grand Supreme Truth practitioner who had mastered the ultimate truth.

That’s why Black Sword was held in such high regard.

For someone like Purple Fate Daxue, a top-tier talent herself, she had constantly been told to follow Black Sword’s lead once she became a Yang God. Naturally, this didn’t sit well with her.

“Don’t worry, Bullhorn Sis. You helped me before, so I’ll help you take down Black Sword next time,” Qi Yuan thumped his chest in promise.

“You’re really taking this seriously?” Purple Fate Daxue sighed, exasperated.

But then again, knowing that Blood-Robed considered the figure from Taihuang Palace his mortal enemy, it wasn’t too surprising that he’d look down on Black Sword.

“I’m just saying it. Don’t actually go picking a fight with Black Sword—he’s terrifying. He’s the disciple of the Black Abyss Progenitor, and even our ancestor calls him ‘junior brother,’” Purple Fate Daxue cautioned, her face turning grave.

The Black Abyss Progenitor was the eldest of the Nine Elders in the Black Abyss, and the other eight were his disciples.

So Black Sword’s seniority was higher than everyone else.

Purple Fate Daxue shrugged, “Your residence is just up ahead. I’m not going in. Little Sister Xiaolu is great at household chores, so she’ll help you tidy up.”

With that, Purple Fate Daxue yawned and left.

Although the ancestor had high hopes for Blood-Robed, Purple Fate Daxue understood that no matter how strong his bloodline was, it couldn’t compare to Black Sword’s.

After all, there was only so much Black Abyss Progenitor blood to go around.

Now, only Qi Yuan and the shy Purple Fate Xiaolu remained in the empty space.

“Little Pink Horn, I’ll leave the cleaning to you!” Qi Yuan said, smiling gently at Purple Fate Xiaolu.

Her face flushed even redder, clearly flustered by the nickname.

Lowering her head, she softly replied, “Okay.”

Then, she flew toward Qi Yuan’s steel fortress of a residence.

Almost immediately, thousands upon thousands of Purple Fate Xiaolus appeared, spreading out across the steel fortress and meticulously cleaning every nook and cranny.

Qi Yuan watched this scene, rubbing his chin with a pensive expression, as if contemplating something of immense importance.

Finally, after dozens of breaths, his face lit up with excitement.

“If I brought Purple Fate Xiaolu to Earth and had some of her clones work in factories assembling electronics, while others became beggars in certain countries, wouldn’t I make a fortune? Wouldn’t she bankrupt those countries?”

The more he thought about it, the more brilliant the idea seemed.

Qi Yuan felt a surge of excitement.

But he quickly calmed himself.

Thinking too much could lead to overexcitement and sleepless nights.

He entered his newly cleaned residence and made some final adjustments.

Taking out the Ancestral Blood Art, he glanced over it seriously.

[This is a bloodline cultivation technique. It contains numerous flaws. If adjusted… cultivation speed could increase by a hundredfold.]

Qi Yuan’s instincts, honed over many years, quickly identified several flaws in the technique.

And along with this, he gained more insight into the Ancestral Blood Art.

“So the Ten Thousand Paths War God also contains a unique bloodline.”

“The Devourer Origin… isn’t the one.”

His suspicions, first piqued by Purple Fate Daxue’s earlier comments, were now confirmed.

At first, he’d assumed that the Devourer Origin, granted by the Unseen Mother, was an exceptionally unique bloodline.

But it turned out to be the Ten Thousand Paths War God bloodline instead.

“So by cultivating the Ancestral Blood Art, I can enhance my Ten Thousand Paths War God bloodline and improve my overall power?” Qi Yuan mused.

Since returning from the Starbound Heaven, his Ten Thousand Paths War God cultivation had been stagnant.

The martial path seemed to have reached its end.

Yet now, this technique presented a new avenue for progress.

Narrowing his eyes, Qi Yuan’s mind raced with possibilities.

“The Ten Thousand Paths War God seems to focus more on bloodline power.”

“The Immortal Path, on the other hand, prioritizes insight and the Dao.”

Two distinct paths.

“Am I going to end up as some hulking brute if I keep cultivating this War God technique?” Qi Yuan wondered.

But then again, he had already devoured entire stars.

His manifested form was already a hulking brute.

“Let’s start revising the Ancestral Blood Art and begin cultivation!”

Without hesitation, Qi Yuan dove into adjusting the technique.

Outside the steel fortress, thousands of Purple Fate Xiaolu’s clones diligently continued their cleaning, using spells to ensure everything was spotless.

Three days later, Qi Yuan opened his eyes.

A trace of black light swirled in his gaze.

His expression was one of astonishment. “The Ancestral Blood Art is this powerful?”

After revising the technique, he had cultivated quickly and, through his own efforts, reached the first layer.

And with this breakthrough, he realized just how powerful this technique was.

His Ten Thousand Paths War God cultivation had… doubled in strength!

It was terrifying!

“Wasn’t advancing in the Yang God realm supposed to be incredibly difficult? Why does this feel so easy?”

Qi Yuan was in a great mood.

If the first layer was already this terrifying…

Once he fully mastered it, wouldn’t he be able to crush Grand Supreme Truth practitioners?

Or maybe even go beyond that?

However, Qi Yuan decided to stop cultivating for now.

He had a sense that pushing too hard might exhaust his strength. He needed to rest and recover.

Balancing work with rest was important.

It was similar to how certain blood cells were needed for this type of cultivation. Once they were depleted, he’d need to wait for them to regenerate before continuing.

This wasn’t just his imagination—it was a genuine limitation.

Of course, most Black Abyss practitioners didn’t run into this issue.

Their cultivation progressed too slowly for it to be a problem.

“Let’s see what the ancestor’s gift was.”

Qi Yuan suddenly remembered that the Purple Fate Ancestor had given him a gift.

Carefully, he opened the storage bag Purple Fate Tan had handed him.

After all, a gift from a Grand Supreme Truth wasn’t to be taken lightly.

In an instant, a drop of jet-black blood caught his eye.

The blood exuded a terrifying aura.

It felt as if this single drop could crush an entire planet.

Qi Yuan’s instincts screamed of danger.

As he gazed deeper into the drop of blood, it was as if he could see an incomparably powerful figure within it.

“This is…”

[Black Abyss Ancestor Blood. The source of the Black Abyss bloodline. This drop of blood was left behind by a powerful being during their transformation.]

His left eye twitched violently.

It was signaling that this was a great treasure with no hidden dangers.

“It’s delicious…”

Qi Yuan suddenly felt hungry.

Without hesitation, he swallowed half of the blood in one gulp.

The other half he left behind.

He was full.

In an instant, Qi Yuan felt a powerful sense of fullness. His energy surged, and countless changes began to occur within his body.

He felt stronger.

Even without his spiritual energy protecting him, he felt like his body could now withstand blows from previous enemies without feeling a thing.

“I feel terrifyingly strong right now!”

“I bet I could eat a billion steamed buns without drinking any water!”

“No wonder my family’s well wanted to swallow this Black Abyss Progenitor Blood. It’s the ultimate tonic!”

“This Black Abyss really was the right choice. It’s my personal treasure trove!”

Qi Yuan’s gaze grew deep with anticipation.

His energy was so abundant now that he felt like running laps around Earth.

But then a doubt crept into his mind.

Why was the Purple Fate Ancestor treating him so well?

Something didn’t feel right.

Qi Yuan pondered this as he flashed out of his residence.

Not far away, Purple Fate Xiaolu was butting her head against a door, her pink horn glowing as she diligently worked, like an ox plowing a field.

“Little Pink Horn!” Qi Yuan called out.

Purple Fate Xiaolu stopped what she was doing and hurried over, panting lightly. “Blood-Robed Senior Brother, what is it?”

As the top Demon Son, Qi Yuan naturally deserved the title of Senior Brother.

“I want to ask you something in secret, and you have to promise not to tell anyone,” Qi Yuan said, his face serious.

Purple Fate Xiaolu nodded vigorously, clearly excited that Qi Yuan was trusting her with a secret.

Clenching her fists, she leaned in closer. “Senior Brother Blood-Robed, you can tell me anything.”

“I’ve been wondering… does the Purple Fate Ancestor have any estranged relatives out in the world? Like… a father, or maybe a grandfather?”

Purple Fate Xiaolu was taken aback by the question. “I… I really don’t know, Senior Brother.”

After all, how could a humble cultivator like her know the private affairs of such a mighty figure?

“Why are you asking about this, Senior Brother?” Purple Fate Xiaolu was growing a little nervous.

More than anything, she was confused.

Here in the Purple Fate Heaven, discussing the ancestor like this was dangerous. If the ancestor wished, he could sense such conversations at any time.

“Well, the ancestor gave me a welcoming gift…” Qi Yuan said, puzzled.

“Huh?” Purple Fate Xiaolu still didn’t understand and was starting to feel a little jealous.

“The gift he gave me is pretty valuable. I’ll show you, but don’t tell anyone, okay?”

Qi Yuan lifted a corner of the storage bag.

Purple Fate Xiaolu peered inside, her eyes widening in shock.

“Black! Abyss! Ancestor! Blood!!”

Her heart pounded, and her face was full of disbelief.

This was Black Abyss Progenitor Blood!

Even Supreme Truth Yang Gods had to contribute significantly to the Black Abyss before they could receive even a small portion of this blood.

Only figures on the level of the Nine Elders would ever have a share of it.

And yet… the ancestor had given it to Blood-Robed?

How could she not be shocked?

But Qi Yuan’s next words left her even more stunned.

“If Black Abyss Progenitor Blood is this precious, and the ancestor still gave it to me, there must be a reason. I’ve been thinking… maybe I’m actually some long-lost ancestor of theirs, left behind in the outside world.”

Qi Yuan pondered aloud.

Being the Purple Fate Ancestor’s son?

Not a chance.

He’d been an orphan since childhood.

And if he wasn’t someone’s son, there could only be one explanation—he was their ancestor!

Why else would they be so nice to him?

Purple Fate Xiaolu blinked, her lips quivering as she nervously licked them, clearly overwhelmed.

“Senior Brother Blood-Robed, I… I really don’t know…”

She didn’t dare continue the conversation.

If the ancestor overheard this, and became angry, she would be finished.

“Sigh…” Qi Yuan sighed. “I won’t trouble you with this.”

Purple Fate Xiaolu breathed a sigh of relief. “Senior Brother, please don’t say things like that. If the ancestor hears… well…

“And don’t worry, Senior Brother—my lips are sealed tight!”

Qi Yuan nodded. “Good. You keep cleaning. I’m heading out for a bit.”

With that, he vanished.

He planned to ask Purple Fate Daxue, An Xunlu, and the other cultivators in Purple Fate Heaven whether the ancestor had any estranged fathers or grandfathers out there.

Everyone had a bit of curiosity, and Qi Yuan was no different.

Meanwhile, outside the heavens, the Purple Fate Ancestor’s body twisted, the laws of the Supreme Truth coiling around him.

Qi Yuan and Purple Fate Xiaolu’s conversation hadn’t escaped his awareness.

“You… idiot!”

“What in the world are you thinking?!”

He was ancient, having lived for countless years.

How could he possibly have any lost fathers or grandfathers out in the world?

But then, a sudden thought crossed his mind, and doubt flickered in his eyes.

“Could he really be… my little ancestor?”