Chapter 100: Five-Eyed Xiao Xian (Part 2): My Wish to Slay Gods Has Never Changed Part 2

The hundreds of belated cultivators finally stormed the Heavenly Palace, attempting to overthrow the Three Venerables. Xiao Xian watched them, spotting a young girl with a green jade pendant—so youthful, so courageous, bearing the wish to slay gods, much like herself. But it was all futile.

Xiao Xian sighed. Three fingers plunged into her eye socket, gouging out her last remaining eye. She tossed it down along with those hundreds of cultivators—into the hell she had newly forged.

Where there was a Heavenly Palace, there must be a hell. Where there were gods, there must be demons.

That eye held part of her power, infused with a decade of suffering and torment. It had mutated into a curse, transforming those cultivators into inhuman monsters that obeyed her commands. Xiao Xian descended to the mortal world bearing news of everyone’s death in battle, weaving lies and crowning herself a Folk God. From then on, the order stabilized.

Shang Shan listened in utter shock. She couldn’t comprehend anyone’s actions in this story, yet couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. Habitually, she glanced toward her master, only to feel the weight on her head and remember that her master was currently sitting there as a penguin—and couldn’t speak.

After hearing it all, Mu Qian Tan just wanted to roll her eyes. But a little penguin’s body wasn’t suited for the motion; a few tries made her eyes ache. She rubbed them and looked at the floating Little Baldy, thinking, ‘Can mere obsession even manifest a physical form?’

Li Biyuan said, ‘Anyone who can cultivate has some spiritual aura. Qi Xiaoxiao went to the river every day after training to gaze at her reflection. Over time, it gained sentience, shaped into her childhood self—a form of nostalgia and projection.’

Nourished by spiritual power for ten years, Little Baldy gained life as a soul-like shadow. Unfortunately, she was incomplete, with no full memories. She only remembered the promise to ascend to the heavens and slay gods with a friend—but couldn’t fulfill it.

She wanted someone to help find that friend and honor the vow, but Pot City, plagued by malevolent entities for years, shunned all strange creatures. People fled in fear at the sight of her—who would patiently help search?

Thus, for over a decade, she wandered the mortal world, desperately seeking someone she couldn’t find. Meanwhile, the lone eye Qi Xiaoxiao had discarded into hell grew a body over time. She too was incomplete, retaining only fragments of those ten years of grueling cultivation—the memory of the promise to go to the Heavenly Palace with a friend.

She wanted to find that friend but was trapped there. Helplessly, she molded countless Clay Little Demons to search the mortal world. Most were destroyed by the Demon-Exorcising Little Immortal. The few that found Little Baldy caused misunderstandings due to their inability to communicate, sending her fleeing into a bottle in terror. The two never recognized each other.

In the Pot-Top Heavenly Palace, the Pot-Interior Mortal World, and the Pot-Bottom Hell, there was a Qi Xiaoxiao in each. They were one person, divided into three stages of life by some strange twist, each active in their domain.

Mu Qian Tan thought, ‘No wonder the Clay Little Demons are all one-eyed. She made them that way too.’

Li Biyuan slurped some instant noodles. ‘It’s not over yet. Let me check—there’s so much lore… Oh, right. The Pot City residents perform shows because Qi Xiaoxiao forces them to. She’s afraid harsh conditions will breed another bold soul daring to storm the heavens. So she makes them display happy, prosperous lives. Disobey, and she stops repelling demons—numbing the people that way. But she didn’t expect…’

Mu Qian Tan said, ‘But she didn’t expect Pot City to go viral.’

“You’re right about that. Right now, Pot City is basically a tourist attraction. If they vigorously developed the entertainment performance industry to attract tourists and accidentally made it big, turning it into a real hotspot,” Li Biyuan slurped her soup noisily and opened a bottle of yogurt. “What’s this called? Unintentionally planting willows that provide shade? Anyway, this kind of success only proves that Qi Xiaoxiao was right, so everyone got even crazier. Magical, isn’t it?”

If it were just ordinary performances, it wouldn’t be so bad. The book mentioned that every corner of the city had to be filled with laughter and joy transmitting up to the heavens for Xiao Xian to hear.

This went on day and night without pause, so even in the dead of night, no one could rest. People had to take shifts performing, and Xiao Xian’s demands on the quality of the performances grew higher and higher. She was practically driving everyone to exhaustion and death.

Hearing her slurp noodles, Mu Qian Tan felt a bit hungry too and rubbed her belly. “…They’re all just crazy. Qi Xiaoxiao is crazy, and the people of Pot City are crazy too. It started when they sent the Three Venerables to the heavens—they lost their minds and handed over control to an outsider. Who knows what they were thinking? Getting to this point was purely their own doing.”

Li Biyuan said, “Sister Tan, how so?”

Mu Qian Tan said, “Once bitten, twice shy. The Porcelain Pot Three Venerables already proved that Folk Gods are unreliable, yet they still accepted Xiao Xian’s tyrannical and unreasonable rule. Aren’t they just asking for trouble?”

“Exactly. Compared to the Three Venerables, Xiao Xian is much kinder. She only asks for performances—no overt harm, no offerings. How great is that? But they never stopped to think that they didn’t even need performances at all.”

“It’s not like they’re short on money. They could just hire immortals from other sects. Screw Xiao Xian—to hell with her demon-exorcising services. Is she the only one in the world capable of it? The people of Pot City could have been the clients, but they turned themselves into groveling service providers, even finding themselves a master. Another case of Stockholm syndrome?”

The straw pierced into the yogurt bottle, and Li Biyuan took a big gulp. “You can’t really say that. After all, Qi Xiaoxiao has a bit of a savior vibe. Everyone falls for people with that kind of humanistic glow. It’s just that in the end, the dragon slayer eventually becomes the dragon.”

Mu Qian Tan said, “A fake story, fake immortals, fake glory, the people’s fake happiness, and their real suffering. It was such an obvious choice to make.”

After saying that, she fell silent and clutched her belly, letting out a long breath. Once they dealt with Xiao Xian, she had to hurry and transform back into her human form—she was really starving. Plus, she needed to give this Stupid Dragon a beating. She’d remember that for now.

No, two beatings. And she even talked about going their separate ways, making it sound like Mu Qian Tan desperately wanted her around. Time for a lesson—rebel, and she’d be put in her place. Only with the stick does obedience come out.

Her butt felt a bit itchy. Mu Qian Tan lifted a flipper and saw a streak of red, thinking she was bleeding. She nearly flipped over but was steadied by Shang Shan’s quick hands and eyes.

Looking closely, it was the Red Satin feeling stuffy and trying to crawl out from her hair strands. Penguin Tan got startled and gave her a few glances before accurately pecking her seven-inch spot with her beak, treating her like a rope and flinging her out to land on Lingdang’s head.

The kind-hearted Lingdang Princess accepted the Red Satin that had suddenly been evicted from home. Penguin Tan, monopolizing the top spot on the Female Protagonist’s head, looked down imperiously on all beings.

After hearing the story, still unable to comprehend it all, Shang Shan scratched her hair. Before her brain could crash completely, she simply said, “I don’t understand, but do you need my help?”

Qi Xiaoxiao chuckled lightly. “I’m trapped here and can’t leave. Could you please help me kill Xiao Xian?”

This request, stated so lightly, was incredibly difficult to fulfill. Shang Shan said straightforwardly, “I might not be able to beat her. My master could have, but she had a little accident.”

Qi Xiaoxiao looked up. “Is that one your master?”

Shang Shan said, “Yes. Do you have a way to change her back?”

Qi Xiaoxiao shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t. That’s Xiao Xian’s ability.”

Thinking of the Cultivators who had been twisted into demons and monsters, Shang Shan realized that her master merely turning into this cute-looking Monster Bird was already fortunate. She said, “I really want to help you, but sorry, even dealing with that… Black Dog was a bit tough for me.”

Qi Xiaoxiao paused for a moment before saying mildly, “I still have a part of Xiao Xian’s power left. I’ll give it to you—maybe it’ll be enough.”

Shang Shan said, “Power?”

Mu Qian Tan gnashed her beak. “Power, just given away like that? Damn these people…” She almost forgot—this was the place to unlock the Torso Qi Apertures.

Qi Xiaoxiao nodded. “That’s right.”

She extended three fingers into her eye socket and slowly dug out her remaining eye. “Please come over.”

Shang Shan set her master down against her chest and bent over herself. Qi Xiaoxiao stared with her two fresh red empty eye sockets—clearly without eyeballs, yet projecting a scorching gaze. “Please, you must help me kill the Pot God.”

She pressed the eyeball against the girl’s forehead. The bottom of the eyeball merged into her skin, and a massive amount of Spiritual Power flooded her body. It circulated once before instantly opening all the Qi Apertures in her Trunk, triggering a chain reaction. A faint golden spiritual energy glow bathed the girl’s body as all her Qi Apertures activated. At that moment, her Qi Meridians cleared, and from the next second, her blood began to boil gradually!

Shang Shan widened her eyes slightly, feeling the changes in her body. She opened and clenched her hand in wonder. The eyeball had embedded into her forehead as her third eye; it would probably vanish only after Qi Xiaoxiao’s main body died.

She confirmed one last time, “Killing the Pot God means killing yourself. Are you really going to do this?”

“No matter who stands above the Heavenly Palace, I will kill her.” Having lost the eyeball, Qi Xiaoxiao’s body cracked and shattered. After completely turning to ash, her voice echoed in the cave.

“My wish to slay gods has never changed.”