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

Chapter 272: “Low Emotional Intelligence” Jiang Lingsu

“This is... Senior Brother…”

The username of the person posting was none other than Origin Heavenly Sovereign.

She knew this was her Senior Brother, Qi Yuan.

Because of this, seeing the content of the post made her gnash her teeth in frustration.

"Cold-shouldered by Senior Sister Xianxian, I exchanged for a Jade-level technique. But then, Big-Chested Junior Sister accidentally found out about it. Little Junior Sister sends me secret glances? Pours tea? Massages my shoulders?"

Reading the content, Jiang Lingsu gritted her teeth. She glanced down at herself, her face slightly flushed.

"Senior Brother, what are you doing!"

She demanded an explanation through the Divine Flower Society's jade slip.

Not long after, a message came back through the jade slip.

"I'm at a banquet. Sigh, a close relative of mine passed away, and I’m here attending their feast."

At that moment, Qi Yuan was at a banquet at the Chen family in Fengcheng.

After leaving Fenglei Valley, he noticed Chen Xiyu still waiting outside for him.

Originally, he hadn’t planned on paying much attention.

But then he remembered that his in-game self had just died and hadn't even attended his own funeral feast.

So, he accepted Chen Xiyu’s invitation and arranged for the Chen family to prepare a banquet for him.

Now, he was happily attending his own feast.

On the other end, upon hearing her Senior Brother’s response, Jiang Lingsu felt a tightness in her chest.

The anger she had felt moments before disappeared completely.

Could it be... that a relative from Senior Brother’s mortal life had passed away? But, she had never heard Senior Brother mention his background.

She quickly tried to comfort him, saying, “Senior Brother, don't be too sad. You still have the Seven-Colored Peak, and you still have your Junior Sister with you.

Where are you right now? Do you want me to come and see you?”

“To be honest, I wasn’t originally sad, but after hearing what you said, I feel I should be a bit more saddened.

Ah, Qi Yuan, you died so tragically.

Junior Sister, eat a bit more today, to bring some more life to my funeral feast.”

As the saying goes, the more people who attend a feast, the more glorious the deceased’s life was.

So Qi Yuan also suggested his Junior Sister eat more.

“Who are you!” Jiang Lingsu was stunned for a moment, feeling her blood rush to her head, her chest hurting fiercely. “What have you done to my Senior Brother? If anything happens to him, I, Jiang Lingsu, will not forgive you!”

Because... she saw someone attending Qi Yuan’s funeral feast.

She feared that something bad had happened to her Senior Brother, and that now it was some villain speaking from the other side.

“I am your Senior Brother. Junior Sister, don't overthink it,” Qi Yuan also understood Jiang Lingsu's concern, and his heart felt warm—there were still people in the world who cared about him. “I’m attending the feast of my in-game character.

Alas, he died young and tragically.”

“Game character?” Hearing this, Jiang Lingsu was momentarily stunned, and the feeling of the world collapsing disappeared instantly. She clutched her chest, a cold smile appearing on her face.

So he was attending the funeral of a game character?

This style of talking—it really was like Senior Brother.

Her worries vanished.

Then came the anger.

She suddenly remembered why she had contacted her Senior Brother in the first place.

“Senior Brother, what do you mean by what you said on the Divine Flower Society’s forum? Big-Chested Junior Sister is sending you secret glances?”

She thought of that day when she had just been healed by her Senior Brother and had emerged from the bath, draped in a thin gauze. Because of the treatment, she had naturally been lightly dressed. The blue bustier, though tightly tied, covered only two-thirds of the snow-white mounds, and as she walked, they bounced slightly, as if they were about to burst out.

So, this was why Senior Brother would use the term "Big-Chested Junior Sister" to describe her, Jiang Lingsu thought.

"Ahem, I just made it up," Qi Yuan replied honestly. "Although I did borrow some elements from your persona when describing the Little Junior Sister, I definitely didn’t plagiarize!

Junior Sister, if you want to pursue this, I’m willing to pay you... three hundred spirit stones as a copyright fee!”

“Is this... about spirit stones?” Jiang Lingsu wanted to kick her Senior Brother.

“You misunderstood, it's not just three hundred in total, but three hundred per month!” Qi Yuan praised himself for his cleverness because he was only planning to pretend for a month.

“Hmph!” Jiang Lingsu snorted coldly, then continued, “I know you're making up all this nonsense just to get people to help you. Fine, I’ll let it go, but... when you describe that Big-Chested Junior Sister again, make sure you portray her in a more positive light!”

"Don’t worry, not a problem!" Qi Yuan responded quickly.

This was a trivial matter.

“When I return to Seven-Colored Peak, I’ll return the spirit stones to you for sure.

By the way, Junior Sister, if you’re not doing well while I’m away, you can stay in my house.” Qi Yuan felt quite pleased with himself.

His Junior Sister’s house wasn’t as nice as his.

Her house was made of wood, while his was a concrete bungalow, two levels higher in quality.

Happiness comes from comparison.

Junior Sister might not feel anything staying in a wooden house initially.

But seeing a concrete bungalow next to the wooden house would naturally make her feel a sense of loss.

One can endure darkness if one has never seen the light.

After seeing his concrete bungalow, could Junior Sister still be content staying in a wooden house? So, he played his high emotional intelligence card again, inviting his Junior Sister to stay in his concrete bungalow.

This could also be considered compensation for the "deception" he had just committed.

However, his words had a different meaning in Jiang Lingsu’s ears.

Was Senior Brother suggesting she... was lovesick?!

“You’re the one who’s not doing well. Why would I stay in your house? Do I miss you that much? Staring at things to think of people? Am I, Jiang Lingsu, that kind of person?” Jiang Lingsu was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, jumping up and down.

Qi Yuan was a bit stunned and hadn’t expected his high emotional intelligence to provoke such a strong reaction from his Junior Sister.

It seemed that his Junior Sister’s emotional intelligence was a bit low; she couldn’t understand his high emotional intelligence.

Isn’t this what they call “summer insects cannot talk about ice”? “Junior Sister, whether you miss me or not, I’ll pay you those three hundred spirit stones, don't worry, you won't be shorted.” Qi Yuan replied with high emotional intelligence.

His Junior Sister was angry, clearly because she thought he didn’t want to pay the spirit stones.

Qi Yuan had just looted Dark Sun’s headquarters—did he lack those three hundred spirit stones?

No, he did not.

"..." Seeing this, Jiang Lingsu was at a loss for words. After a long while, she finally said, “Senior Brother, did you upload the techniques I gave you to the Divine Flower Society?”

A technique can only be uploaded once.

If her Senior Brother had already uploaded them, she wouldn’t be able to.

“No, you can upload them as you wish.” Qi Yuan thought for a moment and then immediately used the Divine Flower Society's jade slip from the Grand Master to give his Junior Sister special privileges.

Even if she uploaded techniques that had already been submitted, her personal progress bar would still advance.

Of course, the total progress wouldn’t change.

After all, the techniques his Junior Sister gave him had already been uploaded to the headquarters’ jade slip of the Divine Flower Society.

Jiang Lingsu was his dear Junior Sister, so he had to give her some perks.

“That’s good!” Hearing this, Jiang Lingsu was delighted; she was clearly ready to upload the techniques and get rewards.

The sense of achievement from this was addictive.

But thinking of something, Jiang Lingsu said, “By the way, Senior Brother, my father will probably come to Seven-Colored Peak in a while.

Senior Brother, if it’s not urgent, you’d better not come back for now.”

No one knows a daughter better than her father.

Jiang Lingsu didn’t need to think hard to know what her father was thinking.

He must think she was infatuated with Qi Yuan.

She found this both incomprehensible and amusing.

Was she the kind of person who would... easily fall in love?

Was she the lovesick puppy that Senior Brother described?

Obviously not.

She had tried explaining to her father several times, but when he couldn’t understand, she just gave up.

However, she knew exactly why her father was coming here. “Huh? Your father is coming? What does that have to do with whether I return or not? So strange, your sister came a while ago, now your father is coming, next time, won’t your grandmother be coming?

Traveling thousands of miles, coming all this way—what’s your father doing? You all are traveling so frequently; it's exhausting. I suggest your Jiang family move near the Shenguang Sect instead.” Qi Yuan said considerately. Otherwise, if the Jiang family kept missing his Junior Sister and kept traveling here, the travel costs alone would be a significant expense.

To save on travel costs, they might as well move the whole family over.

Jiang Lingsu was slightly stunned, her emotions somewhat complicated: “Senior Brother, do you really want the Jiang family to move over?”

Of course, she was just asking; it was impossible.

Senior Brother saying this meant he wasn’t willing for her, his clever and lovely Junior Sister, to go back.

“I do hope so, it would save a lot on travel costs!” Qi Yuan answered honestly.

After chatting casually with Jiang Lingsu for a bit, his Junior Sister asked him to boost her progress.

Qi Yuan helped her with that, and they ended their conversation.

At that moment, in Maple Leaf City, Qi Yuan was happily devouring meat.

At the banquet, the head of the Chen family, a man in his fifties, had a face full of humility.

The other guests were also looking at Qi Yuan with curiosity and reverence.

After all, Qi Yuan was a legendary Foundation Establishment ancestor, an immortal among immortals.

Chen Xiyu sat beside Qi Yuan, quiet and demure.

Her cousin, however, kept her head down, her eyes filled with deep regret.

She had never imagined that Chen Xiyu would actually obtain an immortal fate.

And moreover, it was with a Foundation Establishment ancestor who could fly—this made her incredibly envious.

However, even if she was envious, she didn’t dare show it. Otherwise, what awaited her might be death.

A Foundation Establishment ancestor, someone even the king of the Luí Kingdom had to respect, let alone a small family like the Chen family.

Qi Yuan continued eating the feast, relaxed and at ease, occasionally glancing at the content on the Divine Flower Society's forum.

Thanks to Qi Yuan’s efforts, the Divine Flower Society forum was now buzzing with discussions about the techniques.

Qi Yuan watched with great interest.

Every so often, he’d gain a bunch of techniques.

Meanwhile, as he was eating, the atmosphere of the banquet was anything but calm.

After all, as an immortal lord appearing in Maple Leaf City, these mortals were both in awe and fawning, eager to gain the immortal’s favor.

Qi Yuan, of course, couldn’t be bothered with such matters.

After all, aside from Chen Xiyu, he wasn’t familiar with anyone else.

If it wasn’t for them attending his feast, he wouldn’t even bother to engage in much conversation; after all, he had slight social anxiety and didn’t enjoy talking with strangers much.

After the feast, Qi Yuan was ready to leave.

At that moment, the head of the Chen family stood up and said respectfully, “Daoist Master, Chen has prepared a small gift…”

In his view, Qi Yuan couldn’t have come just to attend a feast; naturally, he must have come to receive some form of tribute.

He had also prepared himself to have the servants present the gifts.

When the wooden chest was opened, several gold and silver treasures came into Qi Yuan’s view once again.

The head of the Chen family trembled slightly, his breathing somewhat rapid, worried that the Daoist Master wouldn’t be pleased with these offerings.

Qi Yuan’s gaze swept over the worldly gold and silver treasures, and he couldn’t help but yawn.

But then, his eyes suddenly paused on an ancient book.

“What is this?”

With a wave of his hand, a book flew into his hand.

The old, yellowed book had the words "Eagle Claw Manual" written on it.

“This is a martial arts manual, a family treasure. Our guards use it to train,” the Chen family head quickly explained with deference.

“Martial arts?” Qi Yuan was surprised.

Since entering the Shenguang Sect, he had rarely ventured into the mortal world.

Even when he did, he didn’t linger for long.

He had heard rumors that martial arts existed among mortals.

But no matter how strong martial arts were, they were just mere moves, unable to compete with even a first-level Qi Condensation cultivator.

Therefore, he never paid much attention to martial arts, nor did he bother acquiring any martial arts manuals.

Yet, seeing this martial arts manual for the first time, he suddenly noticed something he had overlooked before.

This martial arts manual was indeed shallow and basic, but... if Qi Yuan fully absorbed and digested it, the gains would be comparable to those from a mid-tier cultivation technique.

This was interesting, and it caught Qi Yuan by surprise.

“Are there more of these martial arts manuals? I’m quite interested.” Qi Yuan asked.

He wanted to see more, in case this one was an exception.

“There are more than a dozen in my house. I’ll have them brought to you right away.” The Chen family head gave instructions.

Soon, a man who looked like a steward hurried away, and quickly returned carrying thirteen similar martial arts manuals and mental cultivation techniques.

With a wave of Qi Yuan’s hand, all these martial arts manuals were in his hands.

The contents of these martial arts manuals were indeed simple; the most advanced ones only focused on basic techniques and strength-building.

However, Qi Yuan discovered that their usefulness to him was surprisingly comparable to that of ordinary cultivation techniques.

“Interesting, very interesting.”

This discovery was beyond Qi Yuan’s expectations, and it greatly delighted him.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he were deep in thought.

Could it be that all the cultivation techniques and even martial arts manuals in the Canglan Realm… even if created by a weak person, were influenced by the rules of the Heavenly Dao and were thus a part of the realm’s Heavenly Dao rules?

If the rules of the Heavenly Dao were like oxygen, then all cultivation techniques and martial arts, whether they were martial arts or cultivation methods, would be like oxides.

What Qi Yuan was doing was extracting the oxygen from them.

Of course, what he was extracting might not necessarily be the rules of the Heavenly Dao.

“But then, why can’t the 'Qi Yuan Scripture' be created using techniques from other worlds?

Could it be… because I haven’t yet transcended this world? Different worlds have different rules; even the Blood Sage’s performance in the Mortal Heart Realm wasn’t as good as outside of it.

If I continue using the rules of the Canglan Realm to compile the 'Qi Yuan Scripture,' wouldn’t that mean that one day, I too might be trapped in the Canglan Realm?”

Qi Yuan muttered to himself.

Who would have thought that a casual trip to the mortal world to attend a feast would yield such insights?

He thought about many things.

Indeed, to continue compiling techniques, he needed to keep gathering cultivation methods and techniques from the Canglan Realm.

But he couldn’t proceed as he had before.

At this moment, his figure disappeared.

After a few breaths, a Purple Mansion cultivator appeared beside Qi Yuan, his eyes filled with deep reverence.

“Greetings, Sword Deity!”

This Purple Mansion cultivator was the one Qi Yuan had encountered on his way here, a member of the Divine Flower Society.

He had been shocked after seeing the post by the Blood-Clothed Sword Deity on the Divine Flower Society forum, and so he came to Fenglei Valley.

Qi Yuan glanced at this Purple Mansion cultivator and said, “Just in time for you to help me with something. I’ll boost your progress bar by 80%.”

The Purple Mansion cultivator’s face lit up with excitement.

It was an honor to serve a senior like the Blood-Clothed Sword Deity.

“Please instruct me, Senior!”

“Help me gather some martial arts from the mortal world, as many as possible. And remember, do it gently, without causing too much chaos.”

Qi Yuan said casually.

After all, he was lawful good—a very good person.