My Core is the Boss-Chapter 122.1: Preaching, Supreme

He Wu glanced at Ning Tao, and after a long while said, "This trip to the Ends of the Earth will pass through the 108,000 Cities. We Northern Supremes must be careful."

Among the Thirteen Northern Demons, only two were Great Supremes: Ning Tao and He Wu.

A flash of killing intent appeared in Ning Tao’s eyes. "Is the Purple Daoist also within the 108,000 Cities?"

The Purple Daoist had plotted against her and exposed the Blood Demon. That caused her to suffer endless pursuit across ten thousand miles. If not for her husband's assistance, she would likely have perished. This debt of hatred must be repaid no matter what.

"He should be in the Thousand Cities," He Wu said without hiding anything. "But I advise you not to go. You're only somewhat stronger than him. If he and the other Northern Supremes make a move, they may very well keep you there."

Ning Tao laughed softly, seemingly concealing a dagger in her smile. "I'll just take a look."

"Do as you wish. I must leave. If I stay with you any longer, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop myself from killing you."

Thus, He Wu's figure vanished into the vast world of ice and snow.

Ning Tao touched her left cheek. Then, she gave the mass of blood-flesh a charming smile. "Did Husband refuse to come see me because he fears that if he stays with me for long, he won't be able to stop himself from killing me?"

The Thirteen Northern Demons were not merely detested by heaven and hated by men. In particular, Ning Tao was the most special among them. It was as if her demonic nature ran deeper than the others. Anyone who stayed by her side for a period of time could not help but feel an urge to kill her. The others had similar effects, but never to her extent.

***

In the City of No Return.

Qi Yuan sat on the city wall. "My current cultivation in the real world should be close to late-stage Foundation Establishment."

Because of the difference in time flow, he couldn't casually log out of the game.

He sighed. "I'm still far too weak."

Be it in reality or in the game. Some time ago, Qi Yuan had crossed realms to kill a Great Supreme. Despite how easy it seemed, in reality it was extremely difficult.

His grasp of the Great Forgetfulness Sutra was only at the Limited stage. Moreover, he had exhausted it during his battle with the Purple Daoist, and it would take many days to replenish.

As for the Inner Demon Lure, it was impossible to exhaust. Just a little of it was enough to render same-realm Supremes helpless.

"Haa... In the real world, I can cross two major realms. As a Foundation Establishment cultivator, I can kill a Nascent Soul, so why can't my game self do the same and cross two realms? A Supreme killing Yang Spirit?"

To Qi Yuan, his game avatar was simply too weak. He was only invincible among his peers, but struggled to challenge higher realms. Of course, this was because the stronger one grew, the wider the gap between realms became.

"In the real world, even if I break through to the Core Formation, crossing two major realms still won't let me fight a Yin Spirit. The Bright Palace has to be destroyed quickly. Sister Iceberg took out a loan from them, didn't she? What if she gets trapped by the high-interest and comes after me? I wonder what reward the game will give me for guarding the City of No Return all this time... Will it let my Core counter-kill a Yin Spirit? Or maybe key fragments? If not, then I’ll have no choice but to condense the entire Flowing Wind World into my Core. Kekeke..."

At that moment, Qi Yuan felt the world tremble slightly, though perhaps it was an illusion. How could heaven and earth tremble? It was clearly his imagination.

Then, he rose and looked into the distance. "Oh, so it wasn't an earthquake, but the return of Chen Huan."

A group of five flew swiftly toward the City of No Return. Chen Huan led four Mythwalkers behind him. Three appeared extremely old, while one appeared to be a young matron.

Qi Yuan could tell they were steeped in deathly aura and on the brink of collapse. In this world, a Mythwalker lived for only about 1,000 years, shorter than a Nascent Soul of the Canglan World. These four already had one foot in the grave.

Qi Yuan wasn't surprised that only such Mythwalkers would heed his call. A single spark can start a wildfire. As long as he preached the dao once, more and more would come. If they didn't, then the world had to be glitching, and he would fix it.

Chen Huan said, eyes filled with guilt. "Big Brother, I went to Great Sorrow City, but only these four were willing to come."

The four behind him studied Qi Yuan closely. He was a red-robed, breathtaking beauty, whose eyes were filled with deep blood-light. His aura was restrained yet overwhelming. Demonic elegance, such was the only way to describe him.

Wang Gai grew more astonished the longer he stared at Qi Yuan. It was his first time seeing such a person. Not even Great Supremes gave him this kind of feeling. Could this man truly help them step into the Supreme realm?

Qi Yuan said calmly, "No matter. Since you've come to City of No Return, you must join my Blood Palace. Understand?"

The young matron said, "Lord Guardian, if you help me step into the Supreme realm, not only will I serve the Blood Palace, I'm even willing to stand against Great Sorrow City."

Wang Gai and the others nodded. If the city guardian could truly fulfill his end of the bargain, then the condition wasn't harsh at all. In fact, it was unbelievably lenient.

How many Mythwalkers existed in this world? No one knew. Nevertheless, the number of Supremes was fixed: a few thousand. Only by becoming Supreme could one step off the chessboard and become a player. Everyone else beneath the Supreme realm were merely pawns.

Qi Yuan said softly, "Very well. In that case, let the sermon begin."

Wang Gai's heart jolted, feeling it was absurd. So fast? No contract? No inner demon oath? No trial of loyalty? Just giving away the chance to become Supreme? Unacceptable. It’s even easier than when I took the ninth concubine!

The others shared similar sentiments, and felt slightly disappointed. It sounded so simple to the point of ridiculous, as though he couldn't even be bothered to put on a show.

Chen Huan knew Qi Yuan's unpredictable and free-spirited temperament well. He stared meaningfully outside the city. "Great Sorrow City sent a few insects to follow me. Do you want to deal with them?"

Qi Yuan said casually, "No need. Our Blood Palace has no publicity department yet. Let them advertise for us, saves me from having to give a salary."

He had long noticed the Mythwalkers outside. He simply couldn't be bothered. Then, his gaze grew profound. "Everyone, let the sermon begin."

His aura became mysterious, merging with heaven and earth. The four Mythwalkers grew solemn, listening attentively. True or false, even one in ten thousand chances to become Supreme had to be treasured.

Qi Yuan’s voice echoed, ethereal, as though woven by a celestial immortal’s own hand. "Human-Demon Path... Human Dao... the Demon Dao...Human and demon are one. They are two sides of a single body..."

The four immediately entered a meditative state. A celestial realm appeared in their vision, filled with crane sprites, jade pools, and auspicious phoenixes.

Suddenly, the scenery shifted. Now they were in the Infernal Demon Domain.

Cranes turned into black crows. Jade pools became blood-pools. The sky was dyed red and white, burning like dying dusk. Countless demonic hands rose from beneath, grabbing their ankles, trying to drag them into hell.

The preaching continued.

Chen Huan listened as well. Even as a Supreme, repeated exposure deepened his understanding, greatly enhancing his power.