My Core is the Boss

As Qi Yuan was conversing with Thunder, a visitor arrived outside the cemetery.

This visitor was dressed in white and carried a jade pendant at his waist. Upright and tall, he had refined, handsome features, reminiscent of a cultured scholar. In the mortal world, he would have been one in ten thousand pretty boys. But compared to Qi Yuan, he was a toad dreaming of swans.

With a murderous gaze, Wang Niang gritted her teeth. "Young Master Kongming, Qi Yuan refuses to leave. Should we kill him?"

For the sake of the greater good, she was willing to betray her conscience and kill the innocent. To her, no sacrifice was too great if it meant saving the world.

Aside from a flicker of wistfulness in his eyes, Tu Kongming's expression remained the same. "That is not the conduct of a gentleman. I cannot bring myself to do it."

Wang Niang urged, "Young Master Kongming, this is for the sake of saving everyone! How can you not compromise a little?"

Tu Kongming shook his head. "Since I was able to move Yuanyu's heart in a past life, I believe I can do so again in this one."

Wang Niang was anxious. "There are fewer than two months left. There isn't time. Should we give her a potion and accelerate things by completing the deed?"

That way, things would fall back on track, and their mission for the Heavenly Mending Pavilion would be complete. The pavilion itself was a force under the Eastern Alliance that dispatched its members through the Mountain-Sea Scrolls to carry out missions. From a young age, they were trained and indoctrinated with the grand mission of saving all living beings.

Tu Kongming refused immediately, "No. We cannot do that to Yuanyu. We must respect what is in her heart."

Wang Niang pressed on. "But the world will be destroyed!"

Yet the refined gentleman remained unfazed. "And what if it is? In my heart, Yuanyu matters more than the entire world."

Wang Niang was stunned. He is too devoted and too much of a gentleman!

It would’ve been called the act of devotion in the past. On Blue Planet, such behavior had another name: a lovesick lapdog. Actually, this ranked below even a dog.

Seeing she could not persuade him, Wang Niang slowly departed. "Alas."

Tu Kongming watched as Wang Niang disappeared desolately. I am not without desire for Yuanyu. I want to possess her entirely, but true love is not like that...

Not far away, Wang Yuanyu had been concealing herself and overheard everything. Her expression did not change. She furrowed her brow, lost in thought.

***

The black-robed man snarled. "Damn it all! Why are there so many variables in this mission?! And this Tu Kongming is just pig-headedly rigid!"

Wang Niang clenched her jaw, her gaze turning cold as murderous intent took root in her heart. "Time is running short. It seems we can no longer afford to play nice."

The black-robed man was just as bloodthirsty, if not more so, bordering on fanaticism. "You're right. They won't act, but when weighed against all living beings, this is no longer their choice to make.

"I have some Harmonizing Powder here. Administer it separately to Tu Kongming and Wang Yuanyu. I will personally deal with the Bloodline Bearer who refuses to leave. Everything is for the sake of the world."

Wang Niang's eyes turned equally fanatical. "All for the sake of the world!"

Even if the world misunderstood them, and even if their reputation would be tarnished forever, they would press forward without hesitation. Saving the world was all Wang Niang had in mind. She seemed to grow more confident and assured that her choice was right.

Just then, Qi Yuan’s calm voice echoed. "By the way, I forgot to mention that my full name is Qi Yuan, and my nickname is 'world.' Would you do me the favor of killing yourselves?"

Out of nowhere, he appeared beside the man in black. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and fell across his calm, handsome features in patches of light.

The man in black and Wang Niang went rigid with shock.

"What are you doing here?!"

They had been conspiring in secret outside the cemetery. How could Qi Yuan possibly have known? Most troublingly, Qi Yuan had appeared without a sound. Even a peak Martial Lord would have struggled to do that.

"You were scheming behind my back. I happened to overhear, so I came over."

With the Nascent Souls within him awakening, Qi Yuan's immortal cultivation had risen accordingly, reaching the Yin Spirit realm.

Though the Yin Spirit realm couldn't manipulate the heavens as the Yang Spirit realm could, it granted him extraordinary hearing, allowing him to detect whenever someone nearby spoke ill of him. This extended to anyone talking poorly about the Canary, Little Bride, Jin Li, and the others.

The black-robed man soon regained his composure, turning solemn. "Since you're here, I won't have to make a wasted trip. Die for the sake of the world!"

A bloodstained stone appeared in his hand. The blood belonged to a Martial Lord so powerful that he could obliterate an entire nation with a single punch. Even a single dried drop of their blood could defeat a peak Martial King with ease. Martial Kings and Martial Lords existed on entirely different planes.

The black-robed man was convinced of his victory. So what if Qi Yuan was powerful? Everyone below the Martial Lord realm were mere ants! The stone grew, expanding with a vast and murderous aura.

Feeling the surge of power, he felt like a god who could decide the fate of all things at will. "After you die, I will remember you and erect a monument in your honor. You'll have played your part in saving the world. Future generations will commemorate your name!"

Qi Yuan was unfazed. "How kind of you. But I'm rather petty, I won't erect anything for you after you die. No one will remember your name. I mean, I don't even know your name."

He had passed through too many worlds and seen all kinds of people. Those consumed by a single-minded fixation was nothing new to him. The Mountain of Fate in the Canglan World, for example. They feared that Qi Yuan would anger the Great Calamity by resisting it, bringing its retribution down upon the world. Thus, they had tried to curse him.

Qi Yuan had been rather amused by that. When a butcher raised his blade, their first instinct was not to resist, but to worry that fighting back would only make him strike harder. He recognized the similarity between the Heavenly Mending Pavilion and the Mountain of Fate.

The black-robed man said, "I see. You must be the master of the Demon-Slaying Court. No wonder you carry such confidence. However, the Heavenly Mending Pavilion is the true power in the Mountain-Sea Scroll!"

As the Martial Lord's blood blazed, he roared, "The world will remember your sacrifice!"

Qi Yuan stretched lazily. "I came here to play a game, not to be lectured. Honestly, you game designers are so tedious."

That was precisely how Qi Yuan felt. Every mission in this game came with its own story. Filled with regret, helplessness, and sorrow, they seemed designed to leave a lasting impression on the player.

He honestly felt that the designer was lacking. Does anyone have the game designer's number? Someone call and tell them I came here to play, not to listen to stories. I came to kill, kill, kill! Oh, free-to-play game, so I'm a freeloader? Fine, bring it on, I'll just kill, kill, kill!

Qi Yuan's gaze fell on the man in black. "Die!"