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Chapter 510 Ancient Kingdom (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Chapter 510 Ancient Kingdom (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
In the following days, Chen Qing secluded himself for cultivation.
He
calmly sensed each surge of power, gradually merging with the profound mysteries of the Grandmaster realm amidst the rise and fall.
His control became increasingly refined, soon reaching a state of perfect harmony and seamless integration.
Several days later, the first rays of dawn pierced through the air
. Chen Qing stood atop the Cloud-Viewing Platform atop Ten Thousand Laws Peak, hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.
"Senior Brother,"
Qingdai's voice came from behind, "Pingbo has returned."
A cry echoed from the horizon, piercing the morning mist and tearing through the sky.
A golden-feathered eagle swooped down from the clouds.
It folded its wings and landed steadily on the bluestone ground at the edge of the Cloud-Viewing Platform.
On the eagle's back, Pingbo knelt, one hand gripping the saddle, the other using his true essence to form a semi-transparent barrier, firmly protecting the person behind him.
The barrier dissipated like ripples the moment it landed.
"Mother!"
Chen Qing moved swiftly, reaching the eagle in an instant. Before
Han Shi could even take in her surroundings, she was firmly supported by a pair of strong hands.
"—A-Qing?"
Her voice was soft, somewhat dazed.
This journey had been too fast.
So fast that she hadn't even recovered from that early morning in Gaolin County.
Everything felt like a dream that was too real.
A few fine lines appeared between Han Shi's brows, a few strands of white hair appeared at her temples, and the skin on the back of her hands had loosened a bit.
She finally saw the person in front of her clearly.
It was Chen Qing.
His features hadn't changed much, still the same look that made her both proud and heartbroken.
But it also seemed—he had changed a lot.
Han Shi's eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
She wanted to say something, her mouth opened, but her throat felt like it was blocked with cotton.
In the end, she could only grip Chen Qing's hand tightly, again and again.
"Good—good—"
She uttered two "good"s, her voice trembling slightly.
Pingbo leaped down from the eagle's back.
He bowed deeply to Chen Qing, "Young Master, I have not failed you."
He hadn't dared to close
his eyes for a moment the entire journey. Chen Qing looked up at the old man and nodded solemnly, "Pingbo, thank you."
Pingbo quickly lowered his eyes and took a half-step back, "This old servant dares not accept such praise. Young Master, the old lady has had a long journey; perhaps you should come inside and rest?"
After saying this, he wisely didn't linger and turned to lead the golden-feathered eagle towards the bird-training platform at the foot of the peak.
Only the mother and son remained on the Cloud-Viewing Platform.
Chen Qing turned to the side, lowered his head slightly, and looked at Han Shi, "Mother, let me help you inside."
Han Shi finally snapped out of her daze.
She looked around; beneath her feet was a wide platform paved with a single piece of bluestone.
The platform's edge was edged with white jade railings, beyond which the sea of clouds surged, and distant mountains, like dark eyebrows, stretched layer upon layer to the horizon.
Further away, several other peaks could be vaguely seen, their palaces and pavilions nestled among the verdant greenery, their flying eaves and brackets resembling jade palaces.
Han Shi held Chen Qing's arm, tightening her grip slightly.
"—Qing, where is this?"
Chen Qing, holding his mother's hand, pointed to the distant peaks. "This is Wanfa Peak, where I live now. From today onwards, it's your home too."
He helped Han Shi slowly walk towards the courtyard at the summit.
"You must be tired from the journey?"
Chen Qing then led Han Shi to the living room. "I've already had a room prepared for you. We'll have a meal in a bit, then rest. From today onwards, you'll stay here."
She was a typical woman.
In her youth, she lived on a boat with her husband; after he passed away, her son became her world.
Where her world was, that was home.
She turned her head, looking intently at Chen Qing. He
became more composed.
More profound.
Like a bottomless pool.
"Aqing," Madam Han said softly, "You seem to have changed, yet you haven't."
Chen Qing smiled, "Changed? He's still your son."
"His appearance hasn't changed much," Madam Han shook her head, "but this air of authority—"
She couldn't quite put her finger on what "air of authority" meant, only that when her son sat there silently, even the elegant furnishings of the room seemed superfluous.
It was an air she couldn't sense from anyone else.
Chen Qing didn't respond, but simply patted her hand gently.
Just then, soft footsteps sounded outside the door.
Qingdai stepped in and whispered, "Senior Brother, Madam, the meal is ready. Would you like to eat now?"
Madam Han looked up and was immediately taken aback.
This woman was exceptionally beautiful, not in a dazzlingly glamorous way, but with a refined and elegant grace. Her
eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, her eyes like autumn waters rippling across the surface, and she wore a moon-white ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), with only a light blue palace sash tied around her waist, yet it made her appear like a solitary orchid in a secluded valley.
Madam Han had never seen such a maid before.
She quickly went through her thoughts in her mind—was this sent by the Wu family?
It didn't seem like it.
Even the wealthy Wu family couldn't raise a girl with such poise.
"Let's go eat," Chen Qing said, rising to his feet.
Madam Han snapped out of her reverie and stood up as well, her gaze lingering on Qingdai for a fleeting moment.
Mother and son walked through the covered corridor to the dining hall.
The hall was small but spotless.
A black lacquered square table stood in the center, with four armchairs and bowls and chopsticks already laid out.
Four hot dishes and a bowl of soup
were served, all in their usual style. Qingdai, Suwen, Baizhi, and Zisu stood respectfully with their hands at their sides.
Madam Han sat down and glanced at them .
This glance stirred something within her. The four women, each with their own unique
charm, were striking individually. Standing there together, heads bowed and eyes lowered, they resembled four beautiful flowers planted in one pot. Madam Han's gaze slowly swept over their faces. Even Baizhi, the least skilled of the four, had reached the late stage of the Core Formation Realm; Madam Han's scrutiny was easily perceived. Chen Qing seemed oblivious to the subtle atmosphere. He picked up his chopsticks and said, "Mother, let's eat." "Alright, alright!" Han Shi finally looked away and picked up her bowl. The meal was eaten slowly. After the meal, Chen Qing led Han Shi through the moon gate to a backyard. "This is your room," Chen Qing said, pushing open the door to the main room. "I'm next door; just call me if you need anything." Han Shi went inside. The room had a faint fragrance of grass and trees, the windows were bright and clean, and the bed was covered with soft cotton mattresses. Everything was just right. She stood by the window without sitting down. "Mother isn't tired," Han Shi turned around and looked at Chen Qing. "Just thinking about seeing you makes my heart—it warms up so much, I can't rest." Chen Qing didn't leave either. He helped her sit down on the soft chair by the window and pulled up a round stool to sit opposite her. "These years in Gaolin County, Mother—" Chen Qing paused, "Is there anything you're not used to?" "I'm used to it, how could I not be used to it?" Han leaned back in her chair, rambling on, "We've never lacked for firewood, rice, oil, or salt. The neighbors are all kind and friendly. They know I'm your mother, and they speak to me politely." "The year before last, Aunt Liu next door had her grandson's first birthday celebration, and she even invited me to the celebration banquet—" She spoke in a casual tone, but her eyes were filled with laughter. Chen Qing listened quietly without interrupting. The shadows outside the window gradually shifted. "—It's just that sometimes when I wake up at night and look at the moon outside the window, I think of the past." Han's voice softened, "Back in Yazi Bay, the boat was small, and the summer nights were sweltering. In the years after your father passed away, I couldn't sleep at night, but hearing your breathing, I knew that life could still go on." Chen Qing was silent for a moment. He remembered those years. In the thin mist of dawn, he and his mother sat at the bow of the boat weaving nets. "How's my cousin?" Chen Qing asked. "How have you been these past two years?" Madam Han snapped out of her reverie. "Huiniang, she left Gaolin County two years ago. Her cloth shop business was thriving, and the young master appreciated her, opening a branch in the prefectural city, which she followed. Before leaving, she even came to say goodbye, bringing me several bolts of fine fabric—" she paused, her voice lowering, "Your cousin is destined for good fortune. She built her own business and has now established herself in the prefectural city." Chen Qing nodded. He was pleased that Yang Huiniang had left Gaolin County. Madam Han suddenly fell silent. She lowered her head, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her clothes. After a long while, she finally looked up at Chen Qing. "Ah Qing—those four girls just now," her voice was low, as if afraid of being overheard, "who are they? They don't seem like ordinary maids. " Chen Qing said, "They're all fellow disciples, helping to take care of your daily needs in their spare time." "Fellow disciples—" Han repeated, her eyes flashing before dimming again. She was silent for a moment, then spoke again, this time in an even lower voice: "Mother, they don't seem like them." Chen Qing looked up. Han pursed her lips, as if choosing her words carefully. She was just an ordinary woman, not very literate, but some things she understood better than anyone else. "Those girls, the way they looked at you," she paused, "was a little different." Chen Qing didn't reply. Looking at him, Madam Han finally spoke the words she had been holding back for so long: "Mother can tell that those girls—they are all still virgins." "Whether a girl has lost her virginity or not, you can tell at a glance from her walk, her expression, the way her eyes sparkle when she speaks," she rambled on. Chen Qing coughed lightly and said, "Mother, I understand." Madam Han sighed inwardly and said nothing more. Outside the window, the sun was setting, and twilight was settling in. Mother and son sat there awkwardly, just like many years ago on that old boat in Dumb Bay. Back then, the boat was small, the nights were long, and the two of them squeezed into the cramped cabin, listening to the river lapping against the gunwale, talking idly. Back then, Madam Han never dreamed that she would be like this one day.
Such was the day.
Han Shi chatted for almost half an hour, from her old neighbors in Gaolin County to the market prices at the Ercheng cloth shop.
Her voice gradually lowered, and her eyelids began to droop.
The fatigue from days of travel finally overwhelmed her.
"Mother, rest first," Chen Qingyi said, straightening the bedding on the bed for her.
Han Shi hummed in agreement and obediently lay down.
Chen Qingyi tucked her in, then got up and went outside.
He gently closed the door.
Dusk had fallen outside.
The night wind swept across the summit of Wanfa Peak, the pine trees rustling like the night sky.
"Time to deal with this trouble,"
Chen Qingyi muttered to himself, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.
He already knew the intelligence Wu Xuan had sent him by heart.
Chi Lie, the Great Lord of the Blood Leopard Tribe of the Golden Court, a second-stage Grandmaster.
Hong Yuan, the Night Patrol Envoy of the Night Clan, a first-stage Grandmaster.
The two were lurking in the Blackwater Giant City, using a merchant house secretly supported by the Golden Court as cover.
Chen Qingyi turned around without alerting anyone.
He returned to the meditation room and closed the stone door behind him.
He first changed his appearance, then donned black clothes, before storing the Jingzhe Spear within the Zhou Tian Wan Xiang Diagram.
Once everything was ready, he pushed open the side door of the meditation room and stepped into the night.
The Golden Feathered Eagle was already waiting at the edge of the platform.
The strange bird, having followed Chen Qing for many years, was well-versed in human nature and made no sound, merely lowering its neck slightly as Chen Qing leaped onto its back.
"Let's go,"
Chen Qing whispered.
The Golden Feathered Eagle flapped its wings, soaring over Wanfa Peak and speeding northwest.
Blackwater City.
Among the eleven great cities of the Yan Kingdom, it never ranked among the top in terms of wealth and prosperity, and in terms of fortification, it was far inferior to Yujing and Tianbao.
But it had a unique reputation.
There were no powerful sects or deeply entrenched aristocratic families in the forest, only countless merchants who came with secrets and left with secrets.
As long as you have enough sincerity, whether it's gold, silver, elixirs, or even your life.
At this moment, at the end of a secluded alley in the east of the city, there stands a three-courtyard compound.
The plaque above the gate reads "Yongfeng Trading Company."
Deep
within the courtyard, the main hall is brightly lit.
Chi Lie sits at the head of the table.
A cup of tea sits beside him, but his gaze remains fixed on the person opposite him, unmoving for a long time.
That person is none other than Hong Yuan, the Night Clan's Night Patrol Envoy.
"Chen Qing has broken through to the Grandmaster level,"
Chi Lie says, his voice low. "This news must be relayed to the Great Snow Mountain as soon as possible, especially—to the Lord of the Green Pine Snow Mountain."
Hong Yuan raises an eyebrow.
He doesn't quite understand why the Great Lord of the Golden Court is so wary of a mere young man who has just entered the Grandmaster level.
"Chen Qing is ultimately just a newly initiated Grandmaster,"
Hong Yuan said dismissively, leaning back in his chair. "Even with a high Heavenly Essence, he can't contend with a second-stage Grandmaster without three to five years of training."
"Chi Lie, you're too tense,"
Chi Lie said, taking a deep breath. "Eleven Core Formations—do you know what that means?"
Hong Yuan's smile faded.
"Before his seclusion, he tempered his True Essence eleven times and defeated the personal disciple of the Que Sect Master."
Chi Lie raised his eyes, a hint of coldness in them. "Now that he's broken through to Grandmaster, once his cultivation is consolidated, his strength will definitely be no weaker than mine. He will surely be a great calamity for us in the future."
Hong Yuan remained silent for a moment.
Chi Lie's words were half true and half false.
Chen Qing's potential was immense, that was an undeniable fact.
Once someone like him reached the Grandmaster level, even if it was only a first-stage Grandmaster, he would be far beyond the reach of ordinary second-stage Grandmasters.
What truly troubled Chi Lie was his old grudge.
Outside Chisha Town, he had participated in the siege of Luo Zhixian.
Later, outside Yujing City, the Dao-Eroding Miasma that Chen Qingzhong encountered was a result of his collaboration with Jin Yi.
Now that Jin Yi is dead,
Chen Qingzhong is determined to find his whereabouts—he will definitely not let this go unpunished.
Chi Lie took a deep breath, suppressing the inexplicable irritation in his heart.
Hong Yuan nodded upon hearing this, unaware of the fleeting shadow in Chi Lie's eyes.
"I have already sent several secret letters back to the Great Snow Mountain."
Hong Yuan played with the black token in his hand, his tone calm, "However, it seems that the Lord of Green Pine Snow Mountain is in seclusion."
In seclusion!?
Chi Lie frowned slightly.
He immediately understood that Li Qingyu must have known that Chen Qingzhong had been afflicted by the Dao-Eroding Miasma, and was certain that this boy had no chance of breaking through again, so he went into seclusion to heal his injuries.
Li Qingyu's serious injuries had not healed for a long time, and this time he must have gone to great lengths to recover from his injuries, "It's a pity this time." Chi Lie sighed heavily.
Li Qingyu had not gone into seclusion, and would definitely take action personally.
Even if Chen Qing had three heads and six arms, he would have no chance of survival.
"No need to regret it."
Hong Yuan put down the token, looked up at Chi Lie, and sneered. "I heard that Yan Kingdom is promoting the Northern Alliance" and will send experts to explore the ancient kingdom ruins. Chen Qing has just broken through to the Grandmaster level, so he certainly won't let Sen's opportunity slip by."
He paused, lowering his voice slightly, "When he leaves Yan Kingdom, taking his life together will be a piece of cake."
Upon hearing this, Chi Lie's tense back relaxed slightly.
Yes, Chen Qing had just broken through.
Sen was precisely an opportunity, a chance to lower the guard of experts like Tianbao Shangzong.
He was, after all, a second-level Grandmaster. In terms of cultivation and combat experience, how could a junior compare?
Even if they met head-on, he might not lose now.
If he joined forces with other experts to surround and kill him, he could most likely capture and kill him.
But—
seeing him still frowning, Hong Yuan scoffed, "Chi Lie, you're just too cautious."
He leaned back in his chair, his tone arrogant, "Once all the experts of my Night Clan are in position, let alone Chen Qing—"
He paused, a sinister smile creeping across his face, "Even the Taiyi Sect, the Yan Kingdom's royal family, the Sword Lord—what are they? They're all just prisoners."
As his words fell, the candlelight in the hall flickered silently.
Chi Lie nodded.
He had witnessed the true strength of the Night Clan firsthand.
The Buddhist sects, and the so-called six great sects of Yan Kingdom, were nothing more than lambs raised in a pen in their eyes.
Yet, even so, an unease still lingered in his chest.
Something was wrong.
Sen Zhong felt restless; he hadn't felt this way in many years.
Chi Lie slowly put down his teacup.
"Three days later—"
he murmured, then shook his head, his tone suddenly resolute, "No, I will set off back to the Blood Leopard Tribe first thing tomorrow morning."
Hong Yuan raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised: "So?"
"There are many matters piling up in the tribe," Chi Lie said simply, unwilling to explain further.
He didn't want to wait any longer.
Every day he stayed in Yan Kingdom added to the uncertainty.
He stood up, about to call the guards outside the hall.
Suddenly, the candlelight inside the hall went out!
Almost simultaneously, a terrifying aura burst forth from the west wing of the main hall!
The aura came too fast, too suddenly, without any warning!
The target was none other than Hong Yuan, who had not yet sacrificed himself!
"Who!?"
Hong Yuan was, after all, a Grandmaster-level expert. Even caught off guard, his inner killing intent instinctively erupted!
A ball of pitch-black killing intent exploded from his chest!
The aura was extremely domineering.
It didn't even change its trajectory, crashing straight into him.
"Pfft!"
An extremely slight piercing sound.
The shield formed by the killing intent was like thin paper, pierced through in an instant
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Chapter 511 Night Lord (Seeking monthly votes!)
Chapter 511 Night Lord (Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
Hong Yuan didn't even have time to make a second move. He felt a chill in his chest, followed by a wave of excruciating pain that swept through his entire body.
He looked down.
Blood was gushing from a fist-sized hole in his chest.
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"You—"
He raised his head, trying to see who the person was.
"Boom—!!!"
In the next instant, the entire main hall collapsed!
Beams and pillars collapsed, bricks and tiles rained down, and dust billowed everywhere.
Hong Yuan's body was buried deep in the rubble, completely silent.
Not good!
A master!
Chi Lie's eyes widened, his eyes splitting open!
After all, he was the Great Lord of the Blood Leopard Tribe, a Grandmaster of the Eight Divisions of the Golden Court, a Second-Rank Grandmaster who had fought his way through mountains of knives and seas of blood.
In the instant the crisis struck, instead of retreating, he stepped forward!
His golden core roared wildly within his dantian!
The martial arts golden core, dark red with two blood-red lines flowing slowly on its surface, now spun at an explosive speed, almost breaking free from the dantian's constraints!
Powerful true essence surged forth from his body like a flood!
The true core undergoes nine cycles, each with its own profound mysteries.
Now, he unleashed his full power, the blood-red true essence almost solidifying!
One layer, two layers, three layers—
the blood-red waves piled upon each other, creating a three-foot-thick barrier before him!
Simultaneously, his right fist erupted from his waist, carrying the monstrous blood tide, and slammed fiercely towards the blurry figure in the dust!
Before the fist even arrived, the remaining window frames outside the hall shattered completely!
This punch was Chi Lie's all-out effort, without reservation!
Within the dust, the black figure moved.
Without any flourishes.
Without any build-up.
He simply raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and delivered a flat punch.
"Boom—!!!"
Fists collided!
The two immense forces clashed violently at extremely close range!
However, the stalemate lasted only a moment—
Chi Lie's crimson true essence surged like glass struck by a heavy hammer, cracks spreading wildly from the point of impact before exploding with a deafening roar!
The domineering fist force pierced through layers of blood, heading straight for Chi Lie's face!
Chi Lie finally saw the face of the newcomer.
Black clothes.
His features were obscured.
Yet, Chi Lie felt a chill run from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
"Run!"
The thought flashed through his mind like lightning!
Without hesitation, his golden core spun wildly again, and crimson true essence poured recklessly into his legs!
But it was too late.
A long spear appeared out of thin air in the black-clad man's hand.
The spear was long and slender, its entire body dark.
The spear was thrust out.
There was no leakage of true essence, no flicker of spear light.
It was just an ordinary, straightforward thrust.
But with that thrust, the air itself was torn open, leaving a visible white streak!
Chi Lie was horrified!
This was no ordinary spear technique!
This was—
eighteen spear intents fused into one!
He had seen spear intent before, even sparring with several masters of the spear.
But he had never seen eighteen spear intents merge so seamlessly, becoming one!
The warning in Chi Lie's mind was no longer unease, but the fear of impending death!
Years of life on the edge of a knife had driven him to make the most mad decision of his instincts!
Not to escape.
He couldn't escape.
That spear strike had locked onto him, sealing off all his escape routes like a net, leaving him no way to flee.
"Roar—!!!"
Chi Lie's eyes instantly turned blood red, and a beastly roar, inhuman and inhuman, exploded from his throat!
At this moment, the dark red golden core within his body broke through its life's limit in rotation speed!
The two blood-red patterns on the surface of the golden core trembled wildly!
Blood Leopard Tears Through the Sky!!!
Blood spurted from all seven orifices of Chi Lie's body simultaneously, his skin cracked, and countless fine blood droplets gushed from his pores, but instead of scattering, they were drawn together by a violent suction force, all converging in front of him!
The blood mingled with the dark red true essence surging wildly from his body, instantly transforming into a churning blood mist!
Within the blood mist, the outline of a colossal beast rapidly took shape!
The beast was entirely crimson, its four hooves treading on flames, its leopard head ferocious, and its blood-red maw opened wide!
Most terrifying of all were its eyes, which were not ordinary beast pupils, but two burning blood flames!
As soon as the blood leopard phantom took shape, Chi Lie seemed to have been drained of all moisture, his figure visibly withered, and his hair turned from black to gray!
This Blood Leopard Sky-Tearing Technique is the Blood Leopard Clan's trump card, a desperate, all-or-nothing skill that only a Grandmaster can unleash!
He had never imagined that he would be forced to such a point!
But at this moment, he couldn't care less about such things.
It was either you die or I die!
"Go—!!!"
Chi Lie roared hoarsely, thrusting his palms forward with tremendous force!
The Blood Leopard phantom, in perfect harmony with his will, roared to the sky, transforming into a streak of crimson light that tore through the night, lunging fiercely towards the spear tip!
Wherever the Blood Leopard passed, the air was torn open with scorched cracks!
The remaining bluestone ground in the courtyard was plowed with deep furrows by the violent aftershocks!
Even the rubble from the collapsed main hall was swept into the air by this terrifying aura, then crushed into dust!
Even an ordinary second-stage Grandmaster would never dare to confront this move head-on, and would certainly avoid its edge!
However, Chen Qing did not dodge.
He didn't even increase the speed of his spear.
The Jingzhe Spear continued to thrust forward at its unhurried pace.
The spear tip was devoid of light, radiance, and sound.
Where it passed, there was no piercing whistle, no surge of energy.
Only a thin white mark remained.
The Blood Leopard pounced!
Its gaping maw, large enough to swallow half a palace whole, was now aimed solely at the spear tip.
"Swoosh—!!!"
The spear tip pierced the Blood Leopard's ferocious head, starting from its brow.
Those fangs, capable of tearing through a Grandmaster's protective true essence, were like paper before this seemingly ordinary spear thrust.
The Blood Leopard's phantom began to disintegrate from its brow.
Cracks spread wildly like a spiderweb, instantly covering its entire head, then its entire body.
"Boom!!!" A
burst of blood light erupted!
The burning blood mist, at the moment of its explosion, was drawn in by an invisible force field on the spear tip, completely absorbed into it!
The spear hummed!
The Awakening Spear seemed to come alive, a faint crimson vein flashing within its shaft!
The spear's power did not diminish!
On the contrary, it intensified!
The spear tip pierced through the blood mist without hesitation, heading straight for Chi Lie!
Chi Lie had no time to dodge, nor could he dodge.
He could only watch helplessly as the spear rapidly magnified in his vision.
The spear tip pierced his right fist, which he had unleashed.
The true energy shield on his fist, powerful enough to shatter steel, couldn't withstand the spear tip for even a moment.
"Thud."
An extremely dull sound of penetration.
The spear tip pierced through the fist, its momentum undiminished, then pierced the forearm and elbow joint.
"Thud thud thud thud thud—!"
A
series of muffled thuds of flesh and bone shattering echoed like rapid drumbeats!
Chi Lie's right arm, from fist to shoulder, was pierced entirely by the spear!
No, not pierced.
It was plowed through.
Wherever the spear tip passed, bones crumbled into dust, muscles tore like tattered cotton, blood vessels burst, and before the blood could even gush out, it was evaporated by the terrifying spear intent attached to the spear!
In less than a breath, his entire right arm, once a complete limb of flesh and blood, was reduced to a burst of blood mist and debris!
Chi Lie screamed in agony!
But he was, after all, a second-level Grandmaster, and on the verge of death, he unleashed a final frenzy!
Instead of retreating, he advanced, his left palm's five fingers spreading wide... Claws, their fingertips condensing crimson true essence into five incomparably sharp blood-red blades, pierced with a suicidal resolve, viciously aimed at Chen Qing's throat!
Even if his right arm was crippled, as long as he could tear even a single gash in this man in black,
he would still have a sliver of hope!
However, his hand stopped halfway.
Not that he wanted to stop.
His body no longer obeyed his commands.
Chi Lie looked down.
He saw the spear that had pierced his right arm now protruding from behind his right shoulder.
The spearhead was spotless.
Then, the spearhead flicked slightly, and Chi Lie's body involuntarily leaned forward.
The spearhead pierced his chest.
"You—"
Chi Lie's lips moved.
He felt the cold metal pierce his flesh, penetrate his sternum. He felt
the spearhead, after piercing his chest cavity, gently twist as if it were alive.
He heard the sound of his heart being torn apart.
Very softly.
Ren Qing's hand holding the spear was as steady as a rock.
His wrist twitched.
The spear tip pierced through Chi Lie's back.
Where the spear pierced, the wound was smooth as a mirror, without a trace of blood.
All the blood, the instant it flowed, was extinguished by the spear's intent.
Chi Lie's legs buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.
His knees slammed against the rubble with a dull thud.
He looked up, trying to see the face of his killer.
In the night sky, a gap had appeared in the clouds.
Moonlight poured down, illuminating Ren Qing's face.
The face was ordinary, the features after the disfigurement were unremarkable.
But Chi Lie saw those eyes.
A sudden silence fell.
Like an ancient, bottomless abyss.
He suddenly remembered.
That look... he seemed to have seen it somewhere before.
Chi Lie opened his mouth.
He wanted to say something.
But he had no more sorrow to utter.
Chi Lie's gaze gradually blurred.
In his last moments of vision, the man in black had already sheathed his spear and turned away.
The spear pointed diagonally at the ground, a drop of blood slowly sliding down its tip, splashing into a tiny red flower in the dust.
A grandmaster of the Golden Court, who had dominated the Northern Territory for two hundred years.
Now, he died in the Dao Well.
From the moment Ren Qing severely injured Hong Yuan to the moment Chi Lie fell, only ten breaths had passed.
Ten breaths.
Two grandmasters.
One dead, one crippled.
Ren Qing did not look down at Chi Lie's corpse.
He turned sideways, took a step to the edge of the ruins, and reached out to lift the barely breathing Hong Yuan.
This Night Clan patrolman had a hole pierced through his chest, and now only a wisp of breath remained.
He was still useful.
Ren Qing lifted Hong Yuan up.
At that moment, a powerful aura soared into the sky from the west of the city!
The aura was quite domineering, rushing towards the ruined courtyard!
Clearly, it had sensed the clash between Grandmasters and come to investigate.
Blackwater City had three Grandmasters stationed there.
The newcomer's aura was even stronger than Chi Lie's, a True Core Realm third stage cultivator, possibly even approaching the fourth stage threshold.
"Go!"
Ren Qing's gaze narrowed slightly.
He didn't turn back.
His golden core spun silently within him.
A profound fluctuation quietly spread from his body—it was the Tai Xu Escape Technique!
"Buzz—"
The space rippled gently like water.
Ren Qing's figure, along with the Hong Yuan he held, vanished from the spot.
There was no sound of air being torn apart.
No disturbance of air currents.
It was as if he had never stood there.
The instant Ren Qing vanished, a figure descended from the sky!
It was an old man with a pockmarked face.
He wore a long black robe, the hem fluttering in the night wind.
It was none other than Diao Tianze, the second city lord of Blackwater City.
Standing atop the ruins, his gaze swept over the ravaged main hall, a look of shock on his face.
"Chi Lie of the Blood Leopard Tribe!?"
Chi Lie lay supine in a pool of blood, the hole in his chest a horrifying sight.
A Grandmaster-level expert, his golden core pierced. And
the culprit—
Diao Tianze abruptly turned his head, looking towards a certain spot at the edge of the ruins.
There, an extremely subtle fluctuation of aura lingered.
That fluctuation was extending outwards at an astonishing octave, each flash covering a hundred feet. Three breaths. In just three breaths, that aura completely vanished from his perception. Diao Tianze frowned deeply. Such a fast octave! He had ruled Blackwater City for decades, witnessing many experts skilled in escape techniques. Grandmasters of the six great sects, the Great Lord of the Golden Court Tribe, even the Dharma Masters of the Great Snow Mountain— but never had anyone been able to conceal their aura so completely while escaping. That was no ordinary escape. And that figure from just now— Diao Tianze slowly bent down, his fingertips lightly touching the edge of Chi Lie's chest wound. A fatal blow. He closed his eyes, his divine sense spreading out, trying to capture any remaining trace. Nothing. Nothing at all. The murderer left not a trace of true essence, not a drop of blood. Diao Tianze opened his eyes, looking in the direction where the aura had vanished in the night sky. His brows furrowed deeply. "—So fast." He murmured, his voice heavy, "Who exactly is this person?" He pondered for a moment, his gaze returning to Chi Lie's corpse. This Great Lord of the Golden Court Blood Leopard Tribe had been lurking in the Yan Kingdom for months, acting with extreme caution. Yet now, his hiding place had been precisely located, and he had been killed with a single blow. Not only killed. But also escaped with ease. Diao Tianze slowly rose, looking heavily at the night sky. "A master!" "This man, though ugly, hasn't made it onto the Grandmaster list, but he's probably not far off." Ren Qing, carrying Hong Yuan's body, left Blackwater City in just a few breaths. Under the Tai Xu Escape Heavenly Hatred, every step he took was like crossing an invisible barrier, covering a hundred feet in an instant. Behind him, the lights of Blackwater City gradually shrank to tiny dots, eventually being completely swallowed by the night and mountains. -- About an incense stick later, Ren Qing arrived at the depths of a dense forest. The trees here were lush and ancient, the moonlight barely penetrating the layers of branches. Ren Qing threw Hong Yuan to the ground. This Night Clan patrolman had completely lost his Grandmaster demeanor. Although Ren Qing had temporarily sealed the bloody hole in his chest, stopping the gushing blood, the Kang Tong injury was too fatal; his golden core shattered, and his cultivation crumbled like a sandcastle. He lay slumped on a pile of withered hair, his face ashen. Ren Qing glanced down at him, then took out a pale blue pill from his sleeve. It was an ordinary healing pill, of low rank, only good for prolonging life, not healing injuries. He bent down, pried open Hong Yuan's chin, and fed him the pill. The medicine dissolved. Hong Yuan let out a weak cough, his eyelids trembled a few times, and he slowly opened his eyes a crack. He was dazed for a moment, then his pupils suddenly contracted. The man in black was standing three feet away, looking down at him. Hong Yuan's Adam's apple bobbed, "—Your Excellency." He didn't beg for mercy. Ren Qing looked at him without speaking. Hong Yuan, panting, spoke first.
"Your Excellency is truly profound—"
His voice trailed off, yet he managed to maintain his composure. "How about—cooperating with my Night Clan?"
Ren Qing remained silent.
Hong Yuan, like a drowning man grasping at a piece of driftwood, continued, "This land—Yu Wan—belongs to my Night Clan. With your skills, if you are willing to surrender now, when my Night Clan conquers the Northern Azure Sky, you will be a loyal subject—"
He didn't finish.
Ren Qing spoke, "Answer some questions for me."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word felt like an ice pick piercing Hong Yuan's bones.
"I can make your death a little easier."
The muscles on Hong Yuan's face twitched slightly.
He looked into Ren Qing's calm, still eyes, and an indescribable chill surged from his tailbone, exploding along his spine.
He had seen many ruthless people.
But none of them had eyes like this.
Like a stagnant pool, without a ripple.
And what lay hidden at the bottom of that pool, he dared not think.
"Otherwise—" Chen Qing paused, leaving the rest of his sentence unfinished.
Hong Yuan's back hairs stood on end.
He wasn't a pushover.
Never had been.
"What questions do you have—please ask." He lowered his eyelids, his voice almost inaudible.
Ren Qing didn't speak immediately.
The forest was so quiet that only the rustling of the night wind through the treetops could be heard.
"How many experts does the Night Clan have?"
"How many Grandmasters, are there any at the Nascent Soul Realm?"
Hong Yuan's eyelids twitched.
He didn't answer immediately, his Adam's apple bobbing, as if he were carefully choosing his words.
Ren Qing didn't wait.
He slowly raised his right hand.
His five fingers loosely closed, as if kneading an invisible clay.
Hong Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.
An invisible force pierced through his brow, not true essence, not blood and qi, but something directly targeting the source of his divine consciousness.
Returning to the Source Thrust!
A divine consciousness attack method Ren Qing had comprehended from the *Return to the Source of All Things*.
But Hong Yuan's eyes suddenly bulged outwards.
His body arched violently on the pile of withered leaves, his fingers digging into the soil, nails cracking, blood seeping from between them.
He opened his mouth, wanting to scream, but no sound came out.
It was more intense than swords and knives, more unbearable than bones being shattered and flesh being torn apart.
Three breaths.
Ren Qing lowered his hand.
Hong Yuan slumped back into the pile of fallen leaves like a lump of mud, his whole body trembling violently.
"————I————say————"
he gasped, each word seeming to be squeezed out from between his teeth.
"This time————this time, my Night Clan didn't send many experts————"
He dared not look Ren Qing in the eye again.
"The restriction————has not been completely broken yet, the seal on that thing is still there."
He paused, swallowing a mouthful of blood.
"The Night Patrolmen have arrived————at least fifty or so, some have fallen."
Ren Qing listened quietly, without interrupting.
"Above the Night Patrolmen————" Hong Yuan's breathing became more rapid, "it is the Night Lord."
When he said these two words, his beastly nature involuntarily took on a trace of awe.
"Night Lords, whose status is above that of Night Patrol Envoys, are all at the True Core Realm, sixth level to official level."
He glanced quickly at Chen Qing, then lowered his eyes again. "This time, the Night Lords who infiltrated the Golden Court with my Night Clan—a total of ten
. "
"I've also heard that the ancient kingdom ruins are closely related to our clan."
He didn't say what those things were.
It was unclear whether he genuinely didn't know or dared not speak.
Ren Qing didn't press further.
He frowned slightly.
At least fifty Night Patrol Envoys, and experts at the level of Night Lords?
Night Patrol Envoys were already Grandmasters. The Hong Yuan before him was a Night Clan Night Patrol Envoy, a Grandmaster at the first level.
And Night Lords were at least at the fifth level of Grandmaster.
Such experts would be considered formidable Grandmasters in any of the six great sects of Yan Kingdom.
Add to that the Golden Court Royal Army, and those Dharma Masters of the Great Snow Mountain whose strength remains unknown—
the Northern Cang Alliance.
Chen Qing silently recited these four words in his mind.
Emperor Dongyin of Yan intended to form an alliance with the Buddhist Clan, the Que Sect, and the six major sects to deal with the threat posed by the Night Clan.
Now it seems quite wise; without the alliance, the Yan Kingdom would indeed be unable to withstand the attack.
Ren Qing remained expressionless, looking down at Hong Yuan, who was slumped on the ground.
"What else do you know about the ancient ruins? Tell me."
He paused, "If I'm satisfied—"
Hong Yuan quickly said, "Some information—I can't confirm its veracity, I just overheard it discussed by those above—" "
In the ancient ruins, there is something of paramount importance to my Night Clan, not an ordinary inheritance, nor some divine weapon or treasure—"
He paused, lowering his voice even further.
"It is said to be the remains of a certain—a certain ancestor."
"That remains suppress the core of the ruins; if we could bring it back—"
He didn't finish.
But Chen Qing understood.
If they could bring back that remains, the Night Clan's strength in the Northern Cang would undergo a qualitative change.
Perhaps it would be the opportunity for the loosening of the restrictions.
No wonder the Night Clan was making such a fuss.
"Therefore, this time at the ancient ruins," Hong Yuanya continued, "our Night Clan, Golden Court, and Great Snow Mountain will all send experts to infiltrate.
" "
Not only to compete for the opportunity, but also—"
He didn't finish.
Ren Qing completed the sentence for him, "and also to bring back that remains."
Hong Yuanya didn't deny it, but lowered his eyes.
The forest was quiet for a moment.
Ren Qing didn't speak immediately.
He was pondering.
How much of what Hong Yuanya said was true, and how much was false?
The information about the Night Lord, the restrictions imposed on the Night Chief, and the remains found at the ancient ruins—
these details are crucial.
Perhaps some of them are fabricated—
Ren Qing lowered his gaze to Hong Yuan.
This Night Clan patrolman lay slumped on a pile of withered hair, covered in blood, utterly wretched.
But his eyes, beneath his eyelids, shifted slightly.
"I—"
Hong Yuan spoke again.
He raised his head, barely managing to prop himself up, saying, "Your Excellency, I have said so much—"
"Could you grant me a glimmer of hope?"
As he spoke, Hong Yuan's fingertips twitched.
Ren Qing saw his fingertips burning with the essence of malevolent energy.
"Hmm!?"
Ren Qing didn't let him finish.
The Awakening Spear appeared silently in his palm.
Fast!
Too fast!
Even Hong Yuan, a first-stage Grandmaster, couldn't see the spear's trajectory.
The spear tip pierced Hong Yuan's heart and emerged from his back.
Hong Yuan's body tensed abruptly, then went limp. "
..."
His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.
Ren Qing didn't give him the chance.
The spear tip gently twisted inside Hong Yuan's chest cavity, shattering the already crumbling golden core.
Hong Yuan's eyes were still open.
Ren Qing used his spear.
He didn't look at Hong Yuan's corpse, but bent down and reached out, making a grasping motion at Hong Yuan's dantian.
A wisp of pitch-black, ink-like blood slowly rose from the depths of the corpse's dantian.
He took out a black jade bottle that You had prepared and poured this wisp of blood into it.
The second drop.
Including the drop taken from Jin Kui's body, this was the second drop of Night Clan blood.
The moonlight was still thin.
Ren Qing used his spear, and with a leap, disappeared deeper into the dense forest.
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