128: Chapter 127 The Great Philanthropist, the Secret to Immortality?

The other thirty-some countries that followed the trend back then to support the remnants of the Japanese devils were now panicked and terrified throughout their entire nations day and night.

Australia —

"We are done for! Even the United States is about to be destroyed, and Ye from China will not let us go."

The President of Australia wore a look of utter despair, and his think tank gave up struggling; in front of absolute strength, all tactical scheming appeared pale and powerless.

Britain...

France...

...

National Destiny Space —

The Chosen Ones from various countries witnessed with their own eyes the complete annihilation of the entire United States team, and despair crawled all over their faces.

They knew in their hearts that the combat power of the four Chosen Ones from the United States ranked among the top of all Chosen Ones. Since even they had died, the person who made a move was obviously Ye Qingxuan from China. After settling accounts with the United States, the next batch would inevitably be themselves. Many people powerlessly closed their eyes, full of waiting for death.

Ye Qingxuan looked towards the tens of millions of Taotie armies in mid-air, casually spreading out his palm. With a roll of vast magic power, the entire massive mechanical legion was completely gathered into his palm.

He originally intended to set off for the next location, but his gaze swept across the native United States territory in this world. Operating the Xiaoyao Great Dao and with a thought, all the native people on the entire national territory instantly turned into flying ash.

With a step of teleportation, Ye Qingxuan directly appeared in front of the British Chosen Ones.

The four British Chosen Ones were respectively a werewolf, the vampire Alice, Voldemort, and a dark magician. The four of them were still immobilized and bound, able only to roll their eyes in extreme terror, desperately begging for mercy with their eyes.

Inside the British ancient castle on Blue Star, Charlie collapsed on the ground with a look of despair. He knew that the Blood Clan was done for. Ever since Britain supported the devils to establish a state, he had begun to fear, and this day had finally arrived.

"Hehe, hiding for decades, and still couldn't hide from it. Your Highness, Charlie is coming!"

National Destiny Space —

Ye Qingxuan's gaze fell upon Voldemort. Recalling the relevant information he had heard in his past life, he unlocked the immobilization Restrictions on their bodies.

As soon as the confinement dissipated, Voldemort immediately let out a roar: "You cannot kill me! I am a powerful wizard who has killed countless times in my life. I am willing to submit to you and be your most loyal subordinate!"

Before his voice fell, three figures broke through the air, and Duyuan, Lin Lei, and Bai Yuekui landed side by side.

Bai Yuekui held Xiao Jiu, who had transformed into the appearance of a little girl, in her arms. Her fingertips gently stroked Xiao Jiu's hair, her eyes filled with fondness.

Xiao Jiu continuously transmitted her thoughts to Ye Qingxuan's mind: "Daoist priest, quickly save this meow!! This Bai sister is so terrifying! She is even more boring than Qingling sister!"

Daoist Ye directly ignored this little cat that did not know it was blessed while being in blessings. He, Daoist Ye, also wanted to be bored, but unfortunately the National Destiny Livestream could not be turned off.

The trio curiously looked towards Voldemort.

Ye Qingxuan raised an eyebrow and spoke: "You have killed countless times? How many people have you killed in total?"

Voldemort held his head high and puffed out his chest, his face full of complacency: "Listen carefully, don't be scared, a full fourteen!"

As his words fell, several crows seemed to sweep across the sky out of thin air, flying away while cawing.

The werewolf and Alice simultaneously covered their foreheads, looking as if they were ashamed to be associated with him.

Beside him, the dark magician trembled and muttered softly: "Fourteen? To actually kill so many, in this lifetime I have only killed seven..."

Great Master Duyuan couldn't help speaking out: "Are you talking about yesterday?"

Voldemort looked bewildered: "What yesterday? I have lived for hundreds of years, killing a total of fourteen people in my life. Isn't a battle record like this enough to deter you?"

Great Master Duyuan instantly fell silent, and the two of them, Bai Yuekui and Lin Lei, also wore speechless expressions.

Living for hundreds of years and only killing fourteen people made him practically a peerless great philanthropist. The people Ye Qingxuan casually settled accounts with easily annihilated hundreds of millions of living beings. Compared with Voldemort, the contrast was outrageously extreme to the limit.

CCTV Livestream —

Li Qiye couldn't help complaining: "Living for hundreds of years, and he fucking only killed fourteen people? This is a great philanthropist!"

Master Yuanxin helplessly rubbed his brows: "Compared to him, this old Daoist carries grave sins!"

Celestial Master Zhang: "Just this? Only fourteen?"

Xiao Sa held back his smile, lowering his head without speaking, only his shoulders constantly twitching.

The barrage in the entire network's livestream exploded instantly, densely refreshing the screen:

[Fourteen? Living for hundreds of years and only killing fourteen people, does this even deserve to be called a great Devil Head?]

[Cracked me up, Voldemort, you must be a philanthropist wizard!]

[Dark Magician: I only killed seven, instantly feeling that I carry grave sins]

[Compared to Daoist Ye's slaughter volume of easily hundreds of millions, this Voldemort is purely a little white rabbit]

[The moment fourteen people came out, I laughed out loud, so awkward I could dig out a three-bedroom-and-one-living-room apartment]

[And he said he kills without blinking an eye; my family kills more chickens than the people he killed]

[Daoist Ye: I suspect you are falsely associating with a Devil Head, but I have no evidence]

[Just this? And you still want to actively defect to Daoist Ye; I'm afraid you'll be taken away as a mascot]

Alice's face turned red with shame, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into on the spot. She hurriedly reached out to tug at Voldemort's black robe, lowering her voice and urging anxiously:

"Stop bragging! Hurry up and kneel down to beg for mercy! The people who died at the hands of this Daoist Ye number a full several hundred millions!"

Voldemort's entire body stiffened, his eyes suddenly widened to the limit, staring at Ye Qingxuan with a face full of disbelief, completely dumbfounded.

Several hundred million people?

He had lived for hundreds of years, thinking himself notorious with a fierce reputation and a Devil Head reborn, yet in the end he had only killed fourteen in his entire life.

Compared with Ye Qingxuan, he was simply a peerless great philanthropist accumulating virtue and doing good deeds!

Voldemort's brain completely crashed, frantically screaming in the bottom of his heart:

"Why?! I only killed fourteen people! Why does Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry define me as a peerless dark Devil Head all day long?! Compared to this killing god, what am I??!!!!"

Ye Qingxuan couldn't be bothered to waste time with this eccentric. With a thought, the Dao rhythm instantly re-locked Voldemort tightly in place, unable to move.

Immediately, his gaze shifted, falling upon the remaining three British Chosen Ones, and he raised his hand, preparing to directly settle accounts and annihilate them.

The dark magician on the side was completely scared out of his wits, dropping heavily to his knees with a thud and frantically kowtowing to beg for mercy.

"Supreme unknown deity! I beg you to spare me! I am willing to offer the immortality techniques I have learned throughout my life, only asking to spare my life!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was stunned.

Bai Yuekui, Lin Lei, and Great Master Duyuan simultaneously opened their eyes wide, carefully perceiving the cultivation aura of this dark wizard.

Simple and clear — Early Stage Foundation Establishment.

The three of them were filled with doubts in their hearts.

With just this cultivation, he even dared to claim mastery over immortality techniques?

Could Western dark magic really have some unique, desirable, and bizarre tricks?

Seeing this scene, Ye Qingxuan instantly recalled those bizarre Western magic funny videos he had scrolled past on Douyin while on his hospital bed in his past life.

He cultivated the Xiaoyao Great Dao, doing everything following his heart and nature. He asked whatever he wanted to ask, and immediately spoke directly:

"Tell me about your immortality technique, what on earth is it."

The dark magician instantly revealed an expression of arrogance, hurriedly pulling out six pitch-black bottles and six yellowed ancient parchment papers, respectfully offering them with both hands.

"Lord Deity, these are the complete immortality secret techniques!

As long as you sign a contract with a Mortal, help the other party fulfill their wish, and wait for the other party to reach the end of their Lifespan and pass away peacefully, you can collect their Soul into these six Soul bottles, and then bury them deep underground according to the hexagram orientation, repeating in a cycle, and you can achieve immortality!"

After hearing this set of operations, Ye Qingxuan was completely speechless.

It was indeed exactly as he had expected, purely comical metaphysics.

Lin Lei and Bai Yuekui did not understand the twists and turns within, and were still slightly puzzled, feeling that it sounded as if it could truly achieve immortality.

Great Master Duyuan's brow twitched, and the compassionate monk's face revealed extreme incomprehension, asking a question on the spot:

"This poor monk wants immortality, and needs his Soul?"

The dark wizard hurriedly nodded: "Yes, yes! It's precisely needing his Soul!"

"And still need to sign a contract with him?"

"Yes, my lord!"

"And still need to help him fulfill a wish?"

"That's right, my lord, the process is indispensable!"

"After he dies, his Soul belongs to me?"

The wizard nodded like a pounding pestle, his face full of certainty.

Great Master Duyuan calmly retorted with a single sentence, directly scoring a checkmate:

"Then why would this poor monk go to the superfluous trouble of signing a contract and helping him fulfill his dream? Wouldn't it do to just kill him directly and extract his Soul?"

Boom!

The dark magician instantly petrified on the spot.

His brain completely crashed, leaving a blank slate.

He blankly looked at the calm-faced Great Master Duyuan, his inner self completely collapsing.

So... so a true powerhouse doesn't need fancy processes at all if they want a Soul!

Compared with this group of true Cultivator mighty figures, the dark magic and immortality secret techniques that he took pride in were simply children playing house!

Those little tricks of his were simply a rookie trying to falsely associate with an eternal Devil Head!

The barrage in the entire network's livestream was directly laughed to paralysis, frantically refreshing the screen:

[Hahahaha checkmate! Great Master Duyuan's single sentence directly attained godhood!]

[Western Magic: Sign contract, help fulfill dream, wait for person to die, collect Soul. Cultivator Mighty Figure: I'll just take it directly!]

[The dark wizard's faith of a lifetime directly collapsed!]

[I can't laugh anymore. With a barely Early Stage Foundation Establishment cultivation, he even dared to use a street-stall secret technique to trick Daoist Ye!]

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[Voldemort killed 14 people and became a Devil Head, and the wizards still have to make a wish to collect Souls? Is the entire Western system made of comedians?]

[Duyuan: 'This poor monk wants a Soul = No process needed, one-click plunder.']

[This is the dimensional gap between immortal cultivation and Western magic! They aren't even in the same dimension!]

[It's all pointlessly complicated nonsense like taking off your pants to fart!]

Duyuan's simple sentence directly overturned the dark wizard's lifelong understanding.

The bullet chats across the entire stream blew up instantly, filling the screen with belly laughs!

[Great Master Duyuan is so merciful! Is this a merciful Arhat or a peerless Devil Head?]

[Help! Others have to make a wish to collect a Soul, but Duyuan goes: 'I'll just take it directly.']

[This monk is getting weirder and weirder!]

[The Duyuan of before had a merciful heart, but the Duyuan of now kills at will!]

Just as the bullet comments were flooding the screen, a highlighted gold bullet comment shot straight to the top, coming from Great Master Kongming of Lingyin Temple himself!

[Damned National Destiny Space! Give me back my originally merciful, good disciple!!]

Daoist Yuanxin caught a glance of this bullet comment, chuckled softly, and casually replied with one:

[Enough, Monk Kongming. Aren't you busy enough preparing for the Water and Land Ceremony? This was your disciple's true nature all along, so why would it need to be returned?]

The stream's bullet chat went wild again!

[Hahaha, Daoist Yuanxin really knows how to twist the knife!]

[Great Master Kongming: 'What kind of disciple did I actually raise?']

[Duyuan: 'Master, stop chanting, I am super fierce now.']

The geniuses from China's various Daoist sects, Demonic Path, and Buddhist sects—the group of youths including Zhou Wei, Zhang Yuzhuo, and Yun Huan—were all staring at the livestream at this moment, wearing expressions of 'I've lived long enough to see everything.'

In the past, they only knew that Duyuan possessed profound Buddhist teachings and was decisive in killing, but they had never seen him utter such ruthless words so calmly.

At this moment, Duyuan's aura and demeanour, acting purely on whim, was practically a mini version of Ye Qingxuan.

National Destiny Space—

Ye Qingxuan looked at the stunned, petrified dark wizard before him and, seemingly struck by a thought, calmly asked:

"How long can you live with this so-called secret technique of immortality?"

He understood clear as day in his heart.

The so-called immortality in the Western world was completely different from the immortality of Eastern Cultivators.

The immortality of an Eastern Cultivator meant remaining unextinguished even as all living beings perished, remaining unfading even as heaven and earth decayed, transcending time and enduring through eternity.

As for this group of people from the West, their so-called immortality was merely extending their Lifespan.

An arrogant expression rose once again on the dark wizard's face as he puffed out his chest and held his head high:

"Reporting to the Deity! As long as one completely performs the Hexagram Soul Jar ritual, one can extend their Lifespan by a full two hundred years! It is comparable to supreme immortality!"

As soon as these words fell,

the entire field fell dead silent.

Duyuan was silent, Lin Lei was silent, Bai Yuekui was silent, and Ye Qingxuan was completely speechless.

Beside them, the vampire Alice and the werewolf Chosen One raised their hands in unison to facepalm, their faces full of shame, virtually too embarrassed to show their faces.

What kind of peerless idiot teammate was this!

The local stream in Britain completely collapsed, flooded with facepalm bullet comments!

[My God! What kind of mentally handicapped Chosen One did we randomly get?]

[Two hundred years? That deserves to be called immortality?]

[Please shut up! It's so embarrassing!]

[Compared to the Lifespan of Eastern Cultivators, two hundred years is just a fleeting moment!]

[I beg Ye of China, hurry and kill him! I'd rather accept the punishment, this Chosen One is way too stupid!!]

In the National Destiny Space, Duyuan had a calm expression. Looking at the foolishly proud dark wizard, he spoke softly:

"Then do you know how much longer this poor monk's Lifespan is?"

The proud smile on the wizard's face had not fully faded as he asked back blankly, "My lord... how long, how long can you live?"

Duyuan's tone was calm and devoid of ripples, as if stating the most ordinary fact:

"This poor monk possesses a cultivation of the Void Return Late Stage, with a remaining Lifespan of twelve thousand years."

Boom!

The dark magician's mind went blank in an instant. His whole body froze on the spot, his pupils shaking in shock, forgetting even to breathe.

Two hundred years of immortality, compared to a baseline Lifespan of twelve thousand years.

The lifelong secret technique he took pride in was practically a huge joke.

Ye Qingxuan couldn't be bothered to waste more breath on a frog at the bottom of a well. With a thought, he directly placed the exact same Restriction on the dark magician as Voldemort, immobilizing him on the spot and replicating the full Voldemort treatment.

Having dealt with the two, Ye Qingxuan's gaze slowly landed on Alice.

Having finished dealing with the two, Ye Qingxuan's eyes fell on the vampire Alice off to the side. Recalling a passage circulating online claiming to be a recipe from the classic of mountains and seas, he slowly recited:

" 'In the Western Ridge there are ghosts, resembling humans in shape, with red eyes and fangs. They hide by day and come out by night, possessing a fond addiction for human blood. Their meat is sweet and warming, and consuming it can extend one's life.' "

Alice trembled all over, her bloody-hued face instantly turning pale. She curled up in terror, biting her lip tightly, not daring to move.

The stream's bullet chat immediately flooded with memes:

[It's confirmed that the classic of mountains and seas was originally named the Classic of Mountain and Sea Delicacies! Vampires are classified directly as nourishing tonics!]

[Ancestors: Any strange beast that can extend Lifespan gets thrown into the pot without exception!]

[Alice went totally numb with fear after hearing that, terrified that Daoist Ye would stew her right on the spot!]

[Two-hundred-year life extension technique vs vampire medicinal cuisine—the Western system lost so hard!]

As soon as this passage from the classic of mountains and seas came out, the atmosphere of the entire National Destiny Space instantly became eerie.

Alice's hair stood on end, her crimson pupils filled with extreme terror.

She had lived for over a hundred years and was the last pureblood vampire.

But today, for the first time, she felt like she wasn't a living being, but a dish of medicinal cuisine served on a dining table.

She cowered backward, shuddering. Her delicate face had no trace of color, and her eyes, which used to bewitch all living beings, contained only horror, her fangs trembling slightly in fear.

"N-No... Impossible! How could you Eastern Cultivators treat us vampires as cooking ingredients?!"

Ye Qingxuan's expression was calm, too lazy to even explain.

Every single word of the records passed down by the ancestors was true; why waste breath on a little vampire?

Duyuan, on the other hand, added a line: "A vampire's heart is the main ingredient for refining Lifespan Extension Pills. However, this vampire hasn't fully matured yet, so the efficacy is only average."

Saying that, he even nodded solemnly, looking at her like a piece of medicinal ingredient.

The werewolf Chosen One beside her was already scared out of his wits, standing stiffly in place, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Out of the four British Chosen Ones, Voldemort was immobilized and stunned, the dark wizard's faith had collapsed, Alice was terrified into a tonic ingredient, leaving him all alone having witnessed every single socially embarrassing scene from start to finish.

His mindset had completely crumbled.

Duyuan pressed his palms together, a faint sense of being between laughter and tears in his eyes.

Lin Lei scratched his head. Having lived this long, it was his first time hearing that vampires could be stewed in soup to nourish the body.

Bai Yuekui lowered her eyes to look at Xiao Jiu in her arms, a rare smile appearing on her cold face as her fingertip gently poked the little kitten's head.

Xiao Jiu immediately shouted frantically, "Taoist, are vampires delicious?! This meow wants to eat it too!"

Lin Lei looked at the little cat in surprise, "You can even bring yourself to eat something human-shaped?"

"But it's not human!" The little cat's innocent tone rendered Lin Lei speechless.

Ye Qingxuan directly ignored the little greedy cat, his gaze sweeping coolly over the werewolf.

"Western wolf demon, impure Bloodline, completely useless. It can neither be used for Alchemy nor as a dietary supplement."

As the words fell, the werewolf froze for a moment before bursting into wild joy!

Useless meant he got to live! No being stewed, no being liquidated!

He instantly dropped to his knees with a thud and kowtowed wildly: "Thank you for your mercy, my lord! I'm useless! I really am completely useless! Please spare my life, my lord!"

This bizarre action completely baffled everyone present.

The stream exploded once more, with bullet comments scrolling at lightning speed:

[Dying of laughter! Others beg for mercy by pleading how strong they are, but he begs by pleading how useless he is!]

[Voldemort is a charitable Devil Head, the wizard is a street-stall secret technique master, the werewolf is a useless survival master—the British team is full of Genius blockheads!]

[Daoist Ye: The useful ones go into the soup, the useless ones get released—perfect classification!]

[Compared to Daoist Ye's hundred-million kill count, all four of them combined aren't enough to fit between Daoist Ye's teeth!]

[Two-hundred-year immortality, fourteen kills record, medicinal cuisine vampire, useless werewolf—Britain has completely become a laughingstock!]

Daoist Yuanxin shook his head with a smile: "The world takes all kinds; there is nothing too strange. An anomaly that has lived for hundreds of years has less wit than a Mortal child."

Celestial Master Zhang stroked his beard and chuckled softly: "A frog at the bottom of a well, ignorant of the vastness of heaven and earth. Tragic and laughable."

Li Qiye burst out laughing directly: "Even this guy can become a Chosen One? He's purely here to entertain the whole world."

Inside the National Destiny Space.

Ye Qingxuan had no interest in keeping this bunch of trash around to waste time.

Circulating the Xiaoyao Great Dao, Dao rhymes swept in all directions as Ye Qingxuan's gaze locked onto the trembling Alice.

Just now he had thought about dietary nourishment, but sweeping his consciousness over her now, this vampire's cultivation was meager and her Bloodline thin; stewing her in soup wouldn't yield much medicinal effect, making it a pure waste of firewood.