Gold Core Is A Star, You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 310: Blood Compass

Fortune-teller Yu Xiu glanced at Qi Yuan, his face filled with a mysterious expression.

"This young man speaks strangely, but... as long as it is what you seek, I will fulfill your request today," he said.

After all, this was the method to remove the curse on his body.

Yu Xiu silently recited this in his heart.

To dispel the curse, he had to use these props and come here for fortune-telling.

These props were disposable.

It could be said that anything in this world could be divined.

"Place your hand on the bronze plate, and I will know the answer," the fortune-teller said softly.

"Okay," Qi Yuan placed his hand on the bronze plate.

Han Qianyun, the Northern Crane, had a strange expression on her face. The two people in front of her were peculiar.

The fortune-teller was mysterious and unfathomable.

As for Qi Yuan, who participated in the Martial Dao Conference, he spoke in a crazy manner. "Game clearance"? What did that mean?

The corner of Zhang Yang's mouth, the Southern Lion, curled into a disdainful smile. "It seems that there is more than one crazy person today."

He had always been proud and looked down on everyone.

He came from a noble background and had a close relationship with the legendary Seven Martial Stars family, so he always felt superior.

For him to enter the Martial Dao circle was an honor for the Martial Dao circle.

Now, he was leaving the Martial Dao circle and heading towards a better future, naturally looking down even more on the people in the Martial Dao circle.

After all, generally speaking, there were very few true nobles who entered the Martial Dao circle.

Generally speaking... they were all nouveau riche.

At this moment, Yu Xiu was completely focused, his blood boiling, waiting for the prompt from the bronze plate.

He was just an ordinary dead person, how could he understand divination?

The so-called divination was all done by the bronze plate props.

However, as time passed, not a single prompt came.

Yu Xiu's eyes showed a bewildered expression, full of doubt.

At this moment, Qi Yuan stared at Yu Xiu and said softly, "How is it going? When can I clear this game?"

Yu Xiu remained silent for a moment, as if a storm was raging in his heart.

He had never encountered such a thing before.

He had a hundred thousand whys in his heart.

After all... it was the first time he encountered a malfunctioning prop.

Could it be... the other party was the same as him?

But...

He looked at Qi Yuan, his face showing a troubled expression. "Sir, this question of yours has really stumped me."

He changed the way he addressed Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan sighed, "Your divination ability is lacking, you overestimated yourself."

"Alright, then you can try to divine whether I will win the championship in this Martial Dao Conference!" Qi Yuan said before Yu Xiu could speak.

The fortune-teller Yu Xiu had not yet spoken.

The martial artists present burst into laughter.

Han Qianyun, the Northern Crane, looked at Qi Yuan and couldn't help but laugh, "Brother Qi is too confident!"

Just now, they had exchanged names.

Zhang Yang, the Southern Lion, naturally showed a disdainful expression in his eyes. His voice was like a bell as he looked at Qi Yuan, "I am also participating in this Martial Dao Conference."

His meaning was clear: since I am participating, then the champion will undoubtedly be me.

The other martial artists all agreed.

A year ago, Zhang Yang, the Southern Lion, was defeated by the champion of the Martial Dao Conference with just one move.

This year, his Martial Dao was definitely even more profound, and winning the championship was without any problem.

"Kid, the person next to you is Zhang Yang, the Southern Lion. He is undoubtedly the champion of this Martial Dao Conference. Don't daydream," someone said.

Facing these voices, Qi Yuan completely ignored them.

His hand fell on the bronze plate, waiting for the answer from the fortune-teller Yu Xiu.

At this moment, some information also appeared before his eyes.

[Imitation Blood Compass, seems to be able to glimpse the secrets of heaven, capture the trajectory of fate, produced by Blood Island.]

However, just at this moment, a cracking sound suddenly came.

The bronze plate in Qi Yuan's hand cracked and shattered directly.

"Ah..." Yu Xiu's eyes showed a shocked expression, mixed with a hint of confusion. A mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

The prop... has actually broken!

How... is this possible!

It broke just by calculating my fate!

The people around looked puzzled.

"What's going on?"

"Why are you coughing up blood?"

"Is this a performance?"

The people around were confused.

Nan Shi Zhang Yang sneered, "Playing tricks, I won't continue acting with you here."

As he spoke, he left directly.

The surrounding martial artists, seeing this, mostly smiled and left.

Obviously, they thought that Qi Yuan and the fortune teller were probably plotting something.

Even Bei He Han Xianyun looked at Qi Yuan with some suspicion.

The fortune teller had previously revealed some secrets about him. Could it be that they were really related?

At this moment, Qi Yuan reached out and took out his mental illness certificate.

"Take a good look, this is my certificate. Don't frame me, I didn't break it!"

Qi Yuan was always cautious and carried his mental illness certificate with him, afraid of encountering people trying to frame him.

And now it came in handy.

This move immediately dispelled the suspicion in Bei He Han Xianyun's heart.

If it was part of his plan, Qi Yuan wouldn't perform like this, would he?

Does this performance make sense?

The fortune teller Yu Xiu looked at Qi Yuan, also confused, and many thoughts flashed through his mind, "Indeed... it has nothing to do with you."

Props... especially this kind, wouldn't break for no reason.

This can only mean that the people and events he divined... are beyond the capabilities of the prop.

But... doesn't this kind of situation usually happen to those terrifying monsters?

How could it happen to a person?

Could it be that this person has a prop that shields divination?

"By the way, where did you get this Blood Compass? It's quite interesting, I want one too."

"If I have it, wouldn't I make a lot of money?" Qi Yuan asked.

At this question, a wary expression flashed in Yu Xiu's heart, "How... do you know it's called the Blood Compass... you don't have any death qi on you!"

The words slipped out, and Yu Xiu immediately regretted it.

Qi Yuan pondered, "Because I have a mental illness, and people with mental illnesses know these things... isn't that normal?

By the way, I want to ask you a question, do you know the Spirit Path Martial Lord?"

Coming to this world, Qi Yuan's mission is to become the Human Path Martial Lord, the Spirit Path Martial Lord, and cultivate to the realm of the Ten Thousand Paths Martial God.

Becoming the Human Path Martial Lord is simple, just win the Martial Dao Tournament a hundred times.

But as for the Spirit Path Martial Lord, he has no clue.

The fortune teller in front of him is somewhat peculiar, so Qi Yuan intends to ask.

"Spirit Path Martial Lord?" Yu Xiu shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, but... I have heard of the Human Path Martial Lord and the Mythical Mad Dragon Martial Lord."

This time, Yu Xiu didn't hide it. He felt that Qi Yuan seemed to be hiding a secret as well.

Otherwise, how would he know the name of the Blood Compass?

"Martial Lord?" Qi Yuan murmured.

At this moment, Yu Xiu's face suddenly changed, "Not good, I... have to go."

The Blood Compass broke, and there was still a lingering curse on him.

He had to hurry and resolve it.

After he finished speaking, he quickly left.

As for the table, it remained in place and was not moved.

Bei He Han Xianyun looked at Yu Xiu's back, looking surprised, "Are you two sure you don't know each other?"

"We don't... he's an interesting person," Qi Yuan said.

He remembered the two words "death qi" that the other party mentioned.

This indicates that the other party is not an individual, but a group.

"Indeed interesting, just like you. Could it be... the rumors are true?" Han Xianyun muttered, thinking of something.

"What rumors?" Qi Yuan curiously asked.

At the same time, he also sent the words "Blood Compass," "Blood Island," "Death Qi," and "Mythical Mad Dragon Martial Master" to the robot Zero One through his phone, asking it to help him look up this information.

"A major incident occurred in the Wugui Country recently, and a military camp was wiped out.

I watched the video and saw a huge blood-colored longsword appear in the sky... and all the soldiers in the military camp died.

There are rumors that the Immortal Dao is reviving, and that person is a cultivator!"

Han Xianyun lowered his voice and said, with excitement and a hint of disappointment in his eyes.

"If the Immortal Dao really exists, what have our many years of effort been for...?"

He was indeed disappointed.

If the Immortal Dao truly exists, then the Martial Dao is completely useless.

Even if one breaks through the limits of the Martial Dao... would it still have any meaning?

Can one single sword wipe out three thousand soldiers?

Qi Yuan smiled and said, "With your many years of effort, can you defeat the genetically enhanced soldiers?"

"... " Han Xianyun was speechless.

Indeed, without the Immortal Dao, the Martial Dao is nothing special.

Even the limits of the Martial Dao cannot defeat a soldier who has taken a high-level gene potion.

"Don't speak if you can't!" Han Xianyun said discontentedly, but his mood improved.

That's right, if the Martial Dao doesn't work, then it doesn't work. It was never really effective to begin with.

"What I'm worried about now is that if the Immortal Dao really revives, the Martial Dao Conference will be canceled in the future..." Han Xianyun's voice carried a hint of desolation.

Even if the Martial Dao is not effective, it is still something he considers as his child.

He has been watching the Martial Dao Conference since he was a child.

To him, those Martial Dao experts are the professional athletes he admires.

According to the development of the situation, perhaps there will really be no Martial Dao Conference in this world.

"You're overthinking it. Even if the Qin Yuan Country is destroyed, the Martial Dao Conference will continue for a hundred sessions!" Qi Yuan said confidently.

"You're really good at boasting. If the Qin Yuan Country is gone, what's the point of the Martial Dao Conference?" Han Xianyun couldn't help but retort.

"I'm here, so the Martial Dao Conference will continue."

"Tsk tsk!"

The two of them laughed and entered the branch of the Martial Dao Alliance.

Next, they underwent testing.

Those who passed the test would directly participate in the main competition of the Martial Dao Conference.

In the hall, there were more than thirty people, each one a Martial Artist exuding a sharp aura.

At this moment, Nan Shi Zhangyong shouted loudly, and his innate martial skill was displayed.

A sound like thunder seemed to echo from the stage.

Nan Shi Zhangyong's opponent, a powerful Martial Artist, didn't even have time to resist before falling heavily.

"Nan Shi Zhangyong wins!" With the referee's voice, Nan Shi Zhangyong arrogantly stepped down from the stage, not even sparing a glance at the Martial Artist he had defeated.

The Martial Artists below looked at Nan Shi Zhangyong with envy and shock in their eyes.

"Nan Shi Zhangyong's strength has improved compared to last year!"

"It seems that he will undoubtedly be the champion of this Martial Dao Conference!"

"But he... is too arrogant!"

The crowd discussed one after another.

"Next... Qi Yuan."

With the referee's voice, Qi Yuan also stepped forward.

Han Xianyun, who passed the test, smiled and said, "Good luck, future champion, don't fail the test."

Yang Shan smiled and said, "You underestimate Qi Yuan too much. His talent... is even higher than yours!"

"Higher than mine?" Han Xianyun was stunned for a moment. "What is his strength?"

"You'll see when you look at him." Yang Shan smiled even more.

Qi Yuan, who was just in his early twenties, was younger than Han Xianyun by seven or eight years.

And yet, he had already reached the limit of the Martial Dao.

What's more important is that Qi Yuan has only been practicing martial arts for less than a year.

Perhaps he really has the potential to break through the limits of the Martial Dao, just like Luo Bufan.

After all, according to records, Luo Bufan's talent in the Martial Dao is not as good as Qi Yuan's.

At this moment, Qi Yuan stepped onto the stage with a calm expression.

His opponent was a burly man, whose arms were thicker than Qi Yuan's thighs.

Standing on the stage, he was like a wall.

"This kid has bad luck, he actually encountered Tiejia Kuangfeng!"

"Tiejia Kuangfeng practices the invincible Iron Armor Technique, his defense is unparalleled. That young man won't be able to break his defense!"

"How did he appear here?"

The martial artists below were discussing in a flurry, and Han Xianyun also showed a worried expression.

"He's just really unlucky. Even if his Martial Dao is at its limit, he has no chance against Ironclad Gale."

After all... Martial Dao... sometimes has its limits!"

Martial Dao is still weak after all, and the difference in physique is also very important.

That big guy, who looks like he weighs at least three hundred catties and is two meters tall, even if he doesn't practice martial arts, it's normal for him to defeat martial artists.

Not to mention, he also cultivates the Iron Armor Technique, a hard skill.

However, at this moment, on the stage, Qi Yuan looked at this burly man and a look of regret appeared in his eyes: "Your physique is very suitable for refining corpses.

It's a pity, I'm a good person."

With his voice, Qi Yuan suddenly made a fierce move.

His speed was astonishingly fast in the eyes of the martial artists present.

Ironclad Gale didn't react at all.

A loud force landed on his chest.

"Ah!" Ironclad Gale shouted.

But his body was out of control and flew directly off the stage, accompanied by a loud crash.

The fight started and ended quickly.

Everyone present showed a shocked expression, the scene before them... was too horrifying.

"This... the limit of Martial Dao, it's not just an ordinary limit of Martial Dao!"

The people present realized and their gaze towards Qi Yuan changed.

"So young... this talent is stronger than the Northern Crane and Southern Lion!"

The martial artists on the stage were shocked.

Even some elderly martial artists on the high platform were excited.

"Has another Luo Bufan appeared in the world?"

All the martial artists looked at Qi Yuan with different eyes.

After all, breaking through to the limit of Martial Dao at such a young age.

This talent... is unprecedented, and there may be no one to come after.

Perhaps... there is hope to break through the limit of Martial Dao.

Thinking of this, the martial artists present were no longer calm.

Their gaze towards Qi Yuan also changed.

At this time, a martial artist looked at Zhang Yang with an inexplicable expression: "Zhang Yang, you have an opponent this time, his strength... is probably not inferior to yours."

Zhang Yang glanced at Qi Yuan, his eyes still arrogant: "I'm participating in this Martial Dao Conference, the champion can only be me.

Hmph, his strength... if it was before, I might have looked up to him, but now... I'm not the same as before.

If I don't win the championship and leave satisfactorily, I wouldn't even bother participating in this Martial Dao Conference."

He is not the same as before.

He... is already a cultivator.

Although he has just started... dealing with some mortal warriors is still easy.

Facing Qi Yuan and other martial artists from a humble background, he naturally looked down on them.

...

Meanwhile, in a small alley.

Fortune-teller Yu Xiu had a painful expression on his face, and his face was covered with densely packed red marks.

These red marks covered his entire face and looked extremely terrifying.

"This is bad..."

Boom!

Boom!

The sound of drums rang out at this moment.

He collapsed to the ground, his eyes blurred, and he saw a terrifying giant beast with horns standing in the mist in front of him.

In the beast's hand, it held a blood-stained axe.

This scene was extremely terrifying.

Yu Xiu's face was filled with fear.

"How could it be a monster of this level... I'm done, I'm going to die here..."

He felt aggrieved in his heart.

Just an ordinary fortune-telling, just removing a curse.

How did he encounter such a big disaster?

(End of this chapter)