My Core is the Boss

Shen Yang was excited. "He turns out to be last year's Martial Arts Tournament champion!"

On the homepage of Grandpa Delivery Net was a short introduction stating that the site's founder, Qi Yuan, was the previous tournament champion.

Shen Yang had a deep impression of Qi Yuan. The martial artist had punched his opponent into pieces with a single strike! Unfortunately, very few videos of the match had circulated, and those that did were rather blurry. He had never seen Qi Yuan's face clearly, nor properly heard his voice.

"Go to a designated hospital to have the blood drawn, then send it?"

Soon, from the site, he discovered that several hospitals in Fenghai City supported blood-drawing and mailing services. Without hesitation, he prepared to leave immediately. He had planned to rent an electric scooter to go downhill, but after some consideration, he decided to grit his teeth and pay extra for a taxi instead.

After finding an intersection on the road, he started hailing a cab.

"Shen Yang, where are you planning to go?"

Shen Yang turned around and saw a familiar figure. It was the young disciple from the Fighting God Sect earlier!

"I-I'm going to the hospital to send my blood to Grandpa Delivery Net," blurted Shen Yang out of confusion and wariness. "How did you end up here, Immortal Master?"

A murderous gleam flashed in the cultivator’s eyes. "I am just wandering around."

Just then, Qi Yuan appeared, saying joyfully, "Looks like Grandpa Delivery Net is developing pretty well. The site’s just opened and someone’s already sending blood. This world really lacks warmth and love."

His radiant smile, paired with his otherworldly handsome face, seemed capable of sweeping away all the world's evil like a spring breeze.

As soon as he left the Death Qi World, he had asked Canary to help conceal his killing intent. As a result, ordinary people no longer felt an overwhelming murderous aura from him.

Shen Yang was stunned for a moment, before being filled with delight. "Y-you're Qi Yuan, the founder of Grandpa Delivery Net!"

Qi Yuan nodded, enthusiastically promoting, "Hoh? I see that you barely meet the requirements. Hey, brother, do you lack a grandpa? Want me to give you one on the spot?"

Shen Yang became excited. "I do! Mr. Qi, actually, when you got married last time, I even wished you a happy marriage!"

He seized every opportunity to get closer to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan's expression changed slightly. "So you're that guy who covets me? I'm not into men! I'm straight!"

Shen Yang was stunned and couldn't really understand what Qi Yuan meant, but he hurriedly explained, "Mr. Qi, you misunderstand. I'm straight too."

The cultivator from the Fighting God Sect frowned. He glanced at Qi Yuan and said calmly, "Brother, Shen Yang and I still have some important matters to discuss."

He had to kill Shen Yang quickly, as he had to hurry back. Judging from Qi Yuan’s expression, it seemed that he intended to chat with Shen Yang for quite a while, so the cultivator couldn't help interrupting.

Shen Yang said hesitantly, "Immortal Master, I don't wish to join your sect anymore. There shouldn't be anything left for us to discuss, right?"

To begin with, he already felt that this disciple's sudden appearance was strange.

The cultivator insisted, "I said there are matters to discuss, so we will discuss them!"

Ever since stepping onto the immortal path, the cultivator had grown arrogant, throwing his weight around among mortals.

Qi Yuan gazed calmly at the cultivator. "You really have no compassion. He's lacking love and a grandpa, so I'm trying to give him one. You can’t even give him that?"

The cultivator became livid. Glancing around at the surroundings, he declared coldly, "If you want grandpas so badly, I'll send both of you to hell to meet them!"

As his killing intent surged, spiritual energy circulated through him.

Qi Yuan's expression shifted slightly. "If Grandpa Delivery Net is interpreted like that... that's actually pretty interesting. For good people, deliver grandpas. For bad people, send them to hell to meet their grandpas."

The cultivator charged. "Lunatic!"

Qi Yuan casually threw out a punch. "Mhm. Having a little appetizer before wiping out an entire sect isn't so bad."

The cultivator eyed him disdainfully. A mere mortal dared throw a punch at an immortal cultivator like him? In the next instant, he became a cloud of blood mist.

***

Ten minutes later, Fighting God Tower buzzed as the crowd grew. More than ten thousand people had come to join, standing beneath the blazing sun in long queues. Some even paid money to enter fast-track lanes for direct testing.

It was then that a streak of crimson light flashed across the sky. The heavens turned red as though draped with a curtain of blood. Everyone seeking apprenticeship involuntarily looked up to the sky.

"What's going on?"

"Why did the sky turn red?"

"Is it bleeding?"

"Whenever something strange happens, there's definitely a demon behind it!"

"Not gonna lie, it's pretty cool though!"

The sky was covered by crimson light, and the sun itself seemed to glow blood-red. Everyone's faces were flushed red.

"Don't tell me this is like those TV dramas where someone comes to challenge the sect?"

The crowd discussed animatedly. Some watched like spectators enjoying a show, while others looked terrified. Panic gradually spread through the crowd.

At that moment, a dazzling white light shot upward from atop Fighting God Tower.

A lotus formed entirely from radiant white light flew into the sky, almost as big as a small mountain. Moreover, it was crystal-clear and jade-like, resembling an immortal treasure. As it soared into the heavens, the buds bloomed like spring arriving, and countless petals shot toward the curtain of blood.

Streams of cultivation techniques and spiritual energy collided against the curtain of blood. The sky gained a layer of brilliant white light.

"Oh my, is this real?"

"This is too gorgeous!"

"No special effects can compare to this!"

Yet despite the eruption of endless petals, the curtain of blood remained unbroken.

Just then, someone’s deep and heavy voice echoed through the air. "I am True Lord Shengdou, master of the Fighting God Sect. Which fellow daoist has come to my sect? Why not reveal yourself?"

A white-haired old man appeared above Fighting God Tower, his golden robes lending him an ethereal air. The moment people saw him, excitement exploded among the crowd.