My Core is the Boss-Chapter 144.2: Qi Yuans Great Plan, Fully Justified

Seeing Qi Yuan return, Kang Fulu sighed heavily. “Junior Brother... haa.”

Jiang Ya, however, was completely calm. “Alright, let’s go to the inn.”

The four of them arrived at the inn Jiang Ya had booked beforehand. Though called an inn, it was actually an immortal mountain. It had many pavilions and palaces, as well as immortal cave dwellings.

Jiang Ya, Kang Fulu, and Qi Yuan’s cave residences were all adjacent. After bidding them farewell, Jiang Ya left with the old woman to her own quarters.

Kang Fulu looked at Qi Yuan and couldn’t help saying, “Junior Brother, what you did earlier really damaged our sect’s image. You should've sent him a voice transmission, then add his communication jade slip.”

Kang Fulu lectured him for a long while, expressing deep disappointment and frustration toward Qi Yuan's shortcomings.

At the end, he suddenly changed the topic, “Oh right, did you buy the Fish-Dragon Golden Core Dance? I just entered the Core Formation and don't know how powerful the Core Formation cultivators of the Cuiyun Continent are. It's for research purposes.”

Qi Yuan replied seriously, “The price was too high. I didn’t buy it.”

Kang Fulu seemed disappointed.

Just then, Qi Yuan let a jade slip fall into Kang Fulu’s hand. “I stole one while he wasn’t paying attention.”

Of course, Qi Yuan had still paid for it.

Kang Fulu stared at the jade slip, beaming. “Junior Brother, if I ever reach peak Core Formation, it will all be thanks to you!”

Qi Yuan smiled and returned to his own cave residence. Inside, he casually scanned the surroundings. “Haa, truly the city.”

The cave residence was luxurious and dazzling. It had jade pillows, gold-thread blankets, osmanthus incense—everything one could want.

Qi Yuan opened the Divine Flower Society jade slip, preparing to contact the Rogue Immortal. Suddenly, he froze.

Someone with the ID Spirit Maiden had sent him messages. It was Jiang Lingsu.

Spirit Maiden: Senior Brother, we cultivators must focus our essence and qi to accomplish great deeds. We must not fall into depravity! Especially those jade slip images, most of them are illusions, hoaxes. Watching too many hoaxes is bad for your health.

Qi Yuan stared at it, slightly stunned.

Did Jiang Ya tell her? Junior Sister sure knows a lot. What did she mean by this? Was she saying that most of what the mustached man sold was fake? Was she reminding him? Junior Sister is quite kind...

Qi Yuan: Junior Sister, how about you show me something real then?

On the Seven-Colored Peak, the jade slip hanging from Jiang Lingsu’s waist flickered. She quickly took it out. Her face flushed red after reading the contents. Grinding her teeth, she hissed. “QI YUAN!!”

Qi Yuan naturally was oblivious to her reaction.

He typed in the group.

Qiyuann Sovereign: Rogue Immortal, I’ve already arrived in Cloud City. As expected of a big city, there's traffic everywhere. It is truly prosperous.

Rogue Immortal saw the message, his face full of anxiety and hesitation

Rogue Immortal: Qiyuann Sovereign, I’ll arrive in a few days.

Qi Yuan typed a warm reply.

Qiyuann Sovereign: No worries, see you then.

Rogue Immortal became uncertain.

Rogue Immortal: T-then... Qiyuann Sovereign, would you like to attend a banquet with me when the time comes?

He knew the sect’s situation, and remembered his senior brother’s warning. Still, Qiyuann Sovereign was his friend, he couldn’t abandon him.

Qiyuann Sovereign: Banquet? What banquet?

Rogue Immortal was clearly conflicted.

Rogue Immortal: It’s Huang Tu’s banquet. He will invite some prodigies to attend. Qiyuann Sovereign, don’t misunderstand. You and I just have to eat some spiritual fruits. We don’t need to bother with the others.

Qiyuann Sovereign: Wow, him? I know him. He is the strongest prodigy of the Cuiyun Continent. I saw him riding a rabbit carriage today, looking impressive. Rogue Immortal, you really are a big shot, to be able to bring me to a banquet of this level! Don’t worry, I’ll give you face. As long as he doesn’t provoke me, I won’t be domineering. After all, he and I have no grudge, right?

Rogue Immortal felt touched. Not only did Qiyuann Sovereign treat him like a friend, he was even willing to set aside his grudge temporarily.

Qiyuann Sovereign: By the way, since I’m in Cloud City now, I should continue my hundred-day plan.

Rogue Immortal grew more confused. He really could not figure out whether Qiyuann Sovereign was Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, or Violet Palace.

Qiyuann Sovereign: I’ve devised another grand plan today. After brewing for two days, I’ll make a move against Bright Palace.

Qi Yuan then left the group chat.

The next morning, he seemed to sense something, and logged into the Blood-Clothed Sword God account to post.

Bright Palace Ravages the Hundred Nations, Suffers Heavenly Punishment. I Shall Eliminate Them on Behalf of Justice!

The title was simple, but the content was extensive.

Bright Palace has truly committed countless evils. Upon arriving in the Cuiyun Continent, I bought some jade slips from Ling Tian Pavilion. They recorded Bright Palace’s wicked deeds. They ravaged the Hundred Nations and finally drew heavenly punishment. Divine lightning killed more than ten Nascent Souls! They sinned too much and brought divine retribution upon themselves! Bright Palace’s fate has ended, they must be executed!

After posting, Qi Yuan exited the jade slip and continued modifying the techniques sent by his junior sister.

Continuing the Qi Yuan Scripture was going to be even harder. After all, Qi Yuan’s ambition was great. He wanted to refine all the stars of that universe into Golden Cores.

A day passed quickly, and night fell.

Qi Yuan seemed exhausted. “This is too difficult. Core Formation techniques are simply not on the same level as Foundation Establishment ones!”

He stopped revising techniques and entered the Divine Flower Society forum.

One glance and his face lit up. There were already nearly a thousand comments.

It seems justice is on my side! Qi Yuan now stood on the moral high ground and could openly crush Bright Palace.

He seriously read the comments.

└Didn’t expect the Blood-Clothed Sword God to... hehe.

└Don’t mention it. Early in the morning, my ‘little brother’ begged me to buy something, so I bought the latest jade slip and watched it. Turns out it’s this... Anyway, we Eastern Holy Continent cultivators love watching stuff like this.

└Fellow Daoist above, aren’t you from Cuiyun Continent? Give us some keywords!

└Bright Palace Nascent Souls... Ling Tian Pavilion’s black division has them. DO NOT go to their main hall.

└Black division? They sell... those!!

The comments were all frantic, asking for details. Of course, there were some serious ones too.

└There really was divine lightning!

└What did Bright Palace’s Nascent Souls do to provoke divine retribution?!

└Did you guys see something falling from the sky before they were struck?

└Couldn’t see clearly. Some Dao techniques blurred it. But it looked big and round. Based on my years of experience, it’s probably a milk melon.

└???

└Something like that fell from the heavens, and Bright Palace was punished right after?! What kind of monstrous sins did they commit?!

└No wonder someone added a Dao blurring effect, whatever that thing was, it must have been far too cruel and bloody!

Qi Yuan was stunned reading this. He opened his backup video and watched it. After finishing, he froze.

It was clearly a passionate, inspiring video about justice... How did adding a mosaic turn it into something erotic?!

He was speechless. The thing that fell a second before the divine lightning struck was a bun! He wanted to hide it, hence the added mosaic. Still, no matter how he looked at it, it really did look like a milk melon.

“Forget it. Justice is already on my side. It’s time to go meet Bright Palace’s Violet Palace cultivators."

Bright Palace had already arranged a formation and formally challenged him. Qi Yuan naturally would not back down.

Now, not only justice was his, he also had a legitimate cause. It was time to meet those old coots, the so-called white moonlights.

“No wonder young men favor eighty- or ninety-year-old sugar mommies. When those old fogeys kick the bucket, won't all their techniques become mine? That is what a proper white moonlight should be! That brat Po Lang? What kind of white moonlight is he? Expelled from the roster!”