My Golden Core is a Star, do you call this cultivating?

Everyone present looked at Qi Yuan with strange expressions.

The Ad Church was too mysterious, absurd, and even a bit abstract.

Many people believed it was a cult, one that ground people's intelligence into the dirt.

After all, this church claimed that people should die.

The man in golden robes directly told Qi Yuan to leave.

As a believer in the True Creator, he naturally looked down on heretical cults like the Ad Church.

"Why should I leave? I came here to save you," Qi Yuan said calmly, transforming into a preacher. "The world is about to be destroyed, and all living beings will perish. Only by watching ads and being revived can you find a sliver of hope."

The Heavy Origin Universe was special.

After obtaining the Dream Origin Body, the Dao Lord of Nanke had also modified this universe.

If news of the Dao Lord's death spread, the entire universe would collapse instantly.

This universe, however, would collapse... slowly.

Only half of it would collapse.

As a kind-hearted person and someone who had inherited the Dao Lord of Nanke's legacy, Qi Yuan naturally had to step in and give these people a chance to revive by watching ads.

Moreover, as the old saying goes, "The underworld is empty, and the cattle and horses are in the mortal world."

If the underworld had no cattle or horses, could it still be called the underworld?

Thus, he took on countless forms, actively spreading his teachings to guide some "cattle and horses" to the underworld.

As long as these people died and then revived by watching ads, they would escape the fate of being "half-illusory" and "collapsing," avoiding being devoured by dream beasts.

In addition, Qi Yuan also wanted to find outsiders.

Specifically, those "lured" by the Dao Lord of Nanke.

Hearing Qi Yuan's words, everyone present felt it was absurd.

The man in golden robes sneered inwardly, feeling disdainful.

Without any divine arts, how could he preach?

When the True Creator's missionaries preached, they used divine arts.

Under the influence of divine arts, their words were more persuasive, more believable, and carried psychological suggestions.

Qi Yuan's words earlier were just plain speech.

Of course, what he didn't know was that if Qi Yuan wanted to persuade them, he didn't need the Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra. A simple spell would be enough to make them fully believe his words.

But he didn't like the idea of forcing his will on others under the guise of "doing what's best for them."

Enemies were an exception.

So, even though he genuinely wanted to help these people, he didn't use the Great Forgetfulness Heart Sutra.

"What do you think? According to my calculations, in three days, the dream beasts will breach this fortress. By then, even watching ads won't save you," Qi Yuan said seriously.

Everyone present exchanged glances.

They were all mid-to-high-level figures in the fortress. Convincing them was equivalent to convincing many others.

"You should leave. This place is under the protection of the True Creator. The fortress will remain safe," the man in golden robes said coldly.

Qi Yuan stood quietly, pondering a question.

Although he didn't like twisting others' wills, if he wanted to achieve his goals, he needed to demonstrate his... strength?

Otherwise, their skepticism was understandable.

Should he summon a star and shatter this world to show them?

See, I'm very powerful!

But wasn't that too crude?

Or should he find another way?

Just then, an elderly woman in luxurious robes appeared, her white hair adorned with jade and emerald, exuding a noble and sacred aura.

Seeing her, Wu Xue and the others were moved.

The man in golden robes was even more excited.

This was the priestess of the True Creator's church in this fortress.

The priestess looked at Qi Yuan, her eyes flashing with joy. "If you want to leave, you'll have to ask me first."

As a priestess of the True Creator's church, she had recently received orders from above to capture or kill missionaries of the Ad Church.

So, upon learning that Qi Yuan had come to this fortress, she personally intervened.

Seeing the priestess, Qi Yuan also smiled.

This was like a pillow appearing just as he was about to fall asleep.

He had been wondering how to demonstrate his strength, and now someone had come to cause trouble.

"I'm not leaving. Hurry up, gather your ultimate move, use all your trump cards. Otherwise, I'm afraid killing you won't have much of an effect," Qi Yuan said, always high in emotional intelligence and considerate, allowing her to die in a spectacular manner.

"Hmph." The white-haired priestess snorted, thinking that this wild chicken church was full of people who had never seen the world, acting crazy.

"Seeking death!"

With the priestess's shout, the heavens stirred, and a black spear appeared in her hand.

Legend had it that the True Creator used this spear to slay the world-destroying beast and create the world.

This spear was a replica of the divine spear used in creation, possessing infinite power.

Seeing this spear, everyone present was moved.

"A divine artifact!"

"It's actually a divine artifact!"

"It's over. This Ad Church member is doomed!"

Divine artifacts contained the principles of heaven and earth.

A priest wielding a divine artifact could slaughter an army alone.

The power of a divine artifact was something no mortal could withstand.

The man in golden robes looked fanatical.

The priestess's body radiated a sacred light, like a blazing angel, powerful and majestic.

"Boring." Qi Yuan yawned. "Your special effects aren't flashy enough."

As soon as he spoke, a dragon's roar echoed through the heavens.

A golden dragon appeared, spanning the sky, fierce and majestic.

Multicolored clouds swirled.

A great sun rose within the clouds.

A massive green lotus shot into the sky.

A divine turtle roared, as if carrying the earth's crust.

Phoenixes danced, and qilins breathed fire.

Endless divine thunder fell from the sky.

Various special effects and phenomena mixed together, chaotic yet eye-catching, captivating the soul.

Everyone present was stunned.

"What is this?"

"A dragon, a legendary dragon!"

Wu Xue was also shocked.

The tall woman was terrified.

Countless phenomena roared and charged toward the priestess of the True Creator.

Crack!

The black spear shattered at that moment.

The priestess's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why?"

In the Flying Bird Realm, with a divine artifact, she was nearly invincible.

Why could this unknown cult missionary kill her so easily?

"Because... your special effects aren't flashy enough," Qi Yuan said indifferently.

The priestess's body shattered, collapsing heavily to the ground.

From her appearance to her death, it took less than ten seconds.

Qi Yuan clapped his hands, looking lazy. "Now... do you believe me? Do you want to watch an ad and revive?"

Wu Xue took a deep breath, recovering from his shock. "This matter... we need to ask the city lord."

After all, committing suicide and then reviving was too bizarre.

Even though Qi Yuan was powerful, they didn't dare believe him. After all... life was precious.

"Fine, give me your answer quickly. You only have three days," Qi Yuan said.

...

At the banquet.

The sounds of strings and flutes filled the air. Young, beautiful women with graceful figures danced, freely displaying their youthful bodies, exuding charm and allure.

Despite the external threats, the upper class seemed unaffected, indulging in extreme luxury and debauchery.

These beautiful women seemed to possess a strange allure, captivating the hearts of many important figures who couldn't help but glance their way.

The city lord looked at the handsome young man before him, his eyes filled with respect. "Esteemed guest... where do you come from?"

"Home," Qi Yuan replied succinctly.

The city lord was taken aback but continued, "Your powers are vast. Can you eliminate the dream beasts?"

If the dream beasts could be eradicated, the crisis would be averted, and there would be no need to die and revive by watching ads.

"If you can eliminate the dream beasts, I will do everything in my power to meet your needs—wealth, beauty, even all the power you desire," the city lord said earnestly, offering a hefty price.

Qi Yuan shook his head. "These dream beasts don't truly exist. How can I eliminate them?"

To these people, the dream beasts might seem real and tangible.

But to Qi Yuan, they were actually a cosmic disaster, the spread of information particles.

Even if the dream beasts were killed, these information particles would continue to spread, and they would still die.

Hearing this, the city lord's lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing more.

He naturally thought that Qi Yuan either didn't want to act or couldn't do it.

At this moment, Qi Yuan asked, "The two most powerful merchant guilds here are the Dawn Merchant Guild and the Stormwind Merchant Guild, right?"

Immediately, a portly merchant with a large head stepped forward, his face filled with pride. "I am the branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild."

A middle-aged man dressed more plainly also stepped forward, slightly surprised. "Zhang Yifan of the Dawn Merchant Guild."

The city lord was puzzled.

The Stormwind Merchant Guild was indeed powerful, the strongest guild in the area.

But the Dawn Merchant Guild wasn't even in the top ten here.

"Both of your guilds have deep backgrounds. I want to make a deal with you," Qi Yuan stated directly, revealing his purpose.

The deal was to sell ad space.

In return, he wanted to obtain the information and resources he needed through the guilds.

Although, with his strength, he could easily conquer this universe.

But Qi Yuan had morals.

The branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild quickly asked, "Esteemed guest, what kind of deal?"

The tall, thin man from the Dawn Merchant Guild was also curious.

"Since we can revive by watching ads after death, I plan to sell this ad space to you," Qi Yuan said, transforming into a top-notch salesman, pitching his ad space.

"Let me first explain the advantages of our ad space."

"First, it targets the lower-tier market. What makes up the majority of this world? The lower class. They actually have immense spending potential."

"Second, it aggregates the mid-to-high-tier market. Many nobles and the middle class will also die. They control most of the world's resources, and their spending power should not be underestimated."

The branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild was dumbfounded.

The leader of the Dawn Merchant Guild listened intently, his expression odd.

"This ad space, though only sixty seconds, is absolutely worth it," Qi Yuan said.

"This..." The branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild felt that Qi Yuan was asking for a bribe.

He was considering how much to donate.

"By the way, I'm not making a deal with you. I'm making a deal with your headquarters.

You can relay this message to your headquarters. Tell them... I want one-third of your guild's manpower and network to work for me," Qi Yuan stated his goal.

The branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild took a deep breath.

He thought Qi Yuan was insane.

He didn't even know how large their headquarters was.

If he reported this, his superiors would likely question his professionalism.

As for the leader of the Dawn Merchant Guild, after some thought, he decided to report the matter.

"Esteemed guest, please wait. This matter will likely take some time to resolve," the branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild decided to stall.

"Fine," Qi Yuan nodded.

He didn't care.

He always acted as he pleased.

At this moment, the branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild leaned in closer, his face filled with a suggestive smile. "Esteemed guest, I have some gifts for you. They'll be delivered to your residence tonight."

"Oh?" Qi Yuan's expression was unreadable.

...

Night fell, and a fragrant aroma filled the air. The sounds of singing and dancing reached his ears.

A group of graceful young women arrived at the palace where Qi Yuan was staying.

These young women were the dancers who had performed at the banquet earlier.

There were twenty-seven of them, each stunningly beautiful in their own way.

They wore dance attire, their fair arms and long, shapely legs exposed to the air, their chests either perky or flat, exuding charm and allure.

They had also brought with them full-length mirrors, seemingly to enhance the visual stimulation, forming a circle during their performance.

"Esteemed guest, the branch leader sent us to serve you," the leading beautiful woman said shyly, not daring to look at Qi Yuan.

"Is this the gift?" Qi Yuan was somewhat disappointed. He glanced at one of the mirrors, his expression calm. "I don't need your service."

These women were all quite beautiful, young, and seemed to have practiced seduction techniques, their every movement exuding charm.

But to Qi Yuan, they were no different from ordinary women.

Even though there were many of them.

Occasionally, Canary and Ning Tao would also transform into countless forms, the beauty of which was indescribable to outsiders.

Hearing Qi Yuan's refusal, the women looked as if they were about to cry, appearing pitiful.

Clearly, if they didn't serve him, they would face reprimands from those who sent them.

"Fine, you can perform a dance before you leave," Qi Yuan said with a smile.

Although he could directly tell the branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild not to blame these women, he chose to watch the dance instead.

Not because he was lustful, but because he had refined tastes and...

The mirror was somewhat interesting.

...

The night was pitch black.

The branch leader of the Stormwind Merchant Guild had a dark expression. "I didn't expect him to resist the temptation. But fortunately... the divine mirror has recorded him."

Sending the dance troupe to Qi Yuan was not out of goodwill.

One of the mirrors used for entertainment had been tampered with.

This divine mirror came from the True Creator's church and could record the characteristics of living beings.

At that moment, a flash of white light appeared, and a phantom descended. "Liu Tu, how did it go?"

Seeing the phantom, Liu Tu immediately knelt down. "Reporting to the High Priest, the divine mirror has recorded his information."

This High Priest was from the True Creator's church, not a minor priestess like the one before.

"Hmph, his strength is impressive, perhaps even at the legendary Yang God stage. But what does it matter?

The divine mirror has recorded his information. Send the mirror to True Mountain Realm. I will use the blood of our Lord to curse him. He will surely die."

The High Priest's face was filled with ferocity. "Dare to kill a follower of the True Creator? Seeking death!"