Chapter 45 The True Teachings Lie on a Single Sheet of Paper

The young nobleman Huang Jingjun smiled faintly. Even at a time like this, the boy’s eyes were still shining as he stared at the tricolor flower. He was indeed just a hunter from a remote place and did not understand his own situation.

His elder brother, Huang Jingde, was very calm. Whether the boy was overly naive or just pretending to be innocent to stall for time, it didn’t matter.

“I never imagined there would be such a mysterious product underground. Can eating it help me master the Heavenly Light Force?” Qin Ming asked.

He was genuinely seeking knowledge with humility, his eyes filled with the clarity and purity unique to youth, showing great sincerity in wanting to learn about this kind of knowledge he had never encountered before.

“First, I need to choose a suitable Heavenly Light Force and practice it to the point of mastery. Only then will consuming the Three-Colored Flower have the best effect. Hmm, when I get back, I’ll have to choose another one. I need to think about it carefully.”

Huang Jingde smiled and answered every question. Anyway, it was still early, and he had nothing better to do.

What kind of trouble can a young hunter who has only been reborn once cause? As someone who has been reborn three times, he can kill his opponent with a flick of his hand.

“There are many types of Heavenly Light Force. Is there a specific method to choosing one?” Qin Ming, being diligent and eager to learn, asked directly regardless of the occasion.

Huang Jingde nodded and said, “Of course, it’s already good if a freshman can barely master one kind of Heavenly Light Force. As their realm improves, they can learn more Heavenly Light Forces, and with proper combinations, they can unleash even more terrifying power.”

Qin Ming frowned and said, “How to choose and how to combine them properly, these should be the secrets that cannot be easily passed on in advanced Qigong techniques, right?”

Huang Jingde smiled and said, “That’s right. True teachings can be found on a single sheet of paper, while false teachings can fill countless volumes. This is the core essence contained on a single sheet of paper.”

Qin Ming sighed. Who would easily tell others such the most essential truths and principles?

Huang Jingde, who was practicing the Heavenly Light Force himself, also had some feelings about it and said, “Do you think those rare Heavenly Light Forces came from? They were all created by predecessors through trial and error, combining various force techniques. For example, the legendary Sky-Supporting Force and Tathagata Force are even more precious. They are the result of combining countless Heavenly Light Forces. Even a few words of them would be priceless.”

As Huang Jingde spoke, a look of longing crossed his face. Those things were far beyond his reach, something he could only dream of.

He sighed and said, “Let’s not talk about those legends. Back to reality, any Heavenly Light Force with a bit of fame has been ‘forged through countless trials’ and has incorporated many different kinds of force techniques. So, the path for us is difficult. Even if the true teachings are right in front of you on a piece of paper, you still have to master all the various Heavenly Light Force techniques recorded on it.”

Qin Ming was a bit confused. There didn’t seem to be any record of this in the silk manuscript. Or was it on the third page? He was completely baffled. What should he do?

He asked, “Does this mean that ordinary people have no way to improve themselves? Without a true master’s teachings, can’t they develop the powerful Heavenly Light Force?”

Huang Jingde said, “Yes, those rare Heavenly Light Force techniques, and the legendary True Meaning of the Sect, are all the result of continuous integration by our predecessors. You can also learn the more common Heavenly Light Force techniques that are circulating in the world, practice more of them, and integrate them yourself.”

Seeing that Qin Ming was actually deep in thought, the young nobleman Huang Jingjun couldn’t help but smirk and said, “Do you think the Heavenly Light Force is just a superficial skill? It’s very difficult to master, and each type is quite complex. How many types can you master in your lifetime?”

Qin Ming seemed to come to his senses and said, “Since you want to go back and choose a new Heavenly Light Force, aren’t you afraid that the medicinal effects will be lost if you don’t eat the Three-Colored Flower here?”

Huang Jingde said, “It’s alright. The weather is so cold that it can be preserved for more than two months after it matures. It will last even longer if it is placed in a jade box.”

He looked at Qin Ming with a scrutinizing gaze and said, “Are you pretending to be stupid by asking me so many questions, or are you really confident?”

Qin Ming said calmly, “Zhou Wubing is my junior apprentice, and Master Xu Kong is my senior apprentice, and they are both nearby. Do you think I have any confidence?”

Huang Jingde was stunned for a moment, then sneered and said, “You probably don’t know that Master Xu Kong took Zhou Wubing away from this remote place yesterday.”

Qin Ming was taken aback. His second son had already gone far away, so it seemed he wouldn’t be able to beat him up anytime soon.

“Next, we’ll go pick some tricolor flowers.” Huang Jingde tossed Qin Ming a jade box, not worried that he would damage it, since he carried more than one with him.

Qin Ming took the jade box, then walked to the side and buried it under the pile of rocks, looking very careful, as if afraid of damaging it.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m afraid it will break during battle,” Qin Ming said truthfully.

He had already realized that despite Huang Jingde’s cheerful demeanor, there were no weaknesses in his defenses, and a sneak attack was no longer an option. This was going to be another tough battle.

“You can’t change anything by pretending to be crazy.” The younger Huang Jingjun stepped forward and said, “Let me teach you a lesson first.”

“You’re no match for me. Even Nie Rui and Shen Jiayun aren’t my match. You’re far inferior to them,” Qin Ming said truthfully.

Huang Jingjun wore a cold smile and said, “You don’t actually think you’re something special just because the young people from Chixia City praised you a few times that day, do you?”

He sneered, “You, a new student, dare to put on airs in front of me? Before you reach the realm of second-stage new students, you are nothing to me!”

With a clang, he drew a long, gleaming sword and said, “You’re skilled with a spear, yet you don’t even have a decent weapon.”

“It doesn’t matter what weapon I use,” Qin Ming said, drawing a gleaming longsword from his back, a weapon of even higher quality than the one Huang Jingjun had.

After all, this was the weapon of that three-time rebirth cultivator from Jinji Ridge.

Huang Jingjun’s expression was cold, and he didn’t say anything more. Suddenly, he accelerated and rushed towards Qin Ming. His long sword flashed with a blinding light as it slashed down.

In his view, after his second rebirth, he had nearly 1,200 pounds of strength, enough to crush the young hunter and cleave him in two with a single blow.

Qin Ming made only two moves. First, he struck horizontally with the back of his blade, smashing it onto the opponent’s blade. He didn’t hold back at all, and the impact made Huang Jingjun’s arm tremble. He couldn’t even hold onto the hilt and involuntarily let go.

Moreover, his hands were covered in blood, the soft flesh between his fingers torn apart by the immense force. He was utterly shocked and terrified, and retreated rapidly.

Qin Ming’s second move was to swing his knife forward. Even though Huang Jingjun reacted quickly and jumped backward, he couldn’t completely dodge it.

Amidst the flying sparks, his fine armor shattered, the blood-stained fragments flying everywhere.

Huang Jingjun had a horrific wound running from his shoulder to his abdomen, almost being sliced ​​in two. He fell to the ground with a wail, and some of his internal organs were visible through the huge wound that had torn open his chest and abdomen.

“Very weak!” Qin Ming commented, then ignored him and looked at Huang Jingde opposite him.

“Brother…” Huang Jingjun called out in a trembling voice. Although he was not yet dead, he knew that he would not survive if he did not receive immediate treatment.

Huang Jingde charged forward, wielding a silver spear, his calm and composed demeanor completely gone.

He had initially looked down on Qin Ming, so he didn’t care and even teased him during their cheerful conversation. But now that he saw the danger Qin Ming was in, he immediately snapped.

Qin Ming was fearless. He had fought against the newcomers three times before and had already gained experience. This time, he used the longsword of the old man from Golden Rooster Ridge to meet his enemy.

With a clang, he slashed out with his sword, deflecting the fiercely thrusting spear aside and veering it off its original trajectory. He then pushed his sword forward with the momentum, the bright blade trembling and surging like a vast white wave between the sea and sky, threatening to engulf his opponent.

Huang Jingde’s gaze was cold. He held the gun in one hand and used the other hand to strike the side of the blade, as if trying to deflect it.

As a result, he did indeed hit the side of the blade precisely, but he couldn’t completely deflect it. The force of that strike was simply too great. He had a vague illusion that the flashing blade was like a rumbling white wave crashing down between the sea and the sky.

Huang Jingde dodged at lightning speed, but even so, part of the armor on his chest was still broken. The blade that grazed him had such tremendous power, which showed that the strength was far beyond his expectations and even surpassed that of a three-time rebirth cultivator like himself!

A faint bloodstain appeared on his chest.

“How is this possible?” Huang Jingjun, lying on the ground in excruciating pain, could not believe his eyes. His elder brother, a master of the third-generation rebirth realm, had actually suffered a loss in the very first encounter.

However, he clearly saw that there was no flow of heavenly light during the fight, which meant that how could someone who had not been reborn three times already have such terrifying strength?

“I was careless. I didn’t expect that someone who hasn’t even mastered the Heavenly Light Force could be so strong, completely capable of matching a third-time newcomer.” Huang Jingde’s expression was solemn. He held his silver spear in both hands, his mind highly focused, adopting a posture ready for a life-or-death battle, and was about to go all out.

Upon hearing his brother’s assessment, Huang Jingjun clutched his wound and coughed, causing even more blood to flow. He truly couldn’t accept that the hunter boy could be so ridiculously powerful.

Qin Ming’s expression also became serious. Although Huang Jingde was much younger than the old man from Jinji Ridge, he might be stronger.

Sure enough, after the two clashed again, Huang Jingde was much fiercer than before. The spear in his hand seemed to transform into a dragon soaring in the clouds, baring its fangs and claws, as if it had come to life, and kept stabbing at Qin Ming’s vital points.

At the same time, Huang Jingde’s other hand would occasionally transform into a palm blade, and when he got close, he would suddenly slash forward.

However, he was never able to break through Qin Ming’s defenses, and each time he was blocked by the layers of sword light.

What frustrated him most was that the boy was also holding a large hammer in his left hand, which he repeatedly and accurately struck his palm, causing him excruciating pain.

The two fought fiercely for a long time. Qin Ming had no better means to deal with the three newborns protected by the Heavenly Light, so he could only keep attacking, relying on his powerful strength and exquisite swordsmanship to force his opponent to use the Heavenly Light defense again and again, thus quickly depleting his strength.

In the distance, the tricolor flowers shimmered with light, some petals unfurled, and the swirling mist in that area grew even denser, clearly indicating that the spiritual flowers were about to mature.

Even from a distance, the fragrance of the flowers could be smelled, especially as the three-colored petals became increasingly crystalline and gradually became dazzling, even flowing with large swaths of light rain, which was quite mysterious and extraordinary.

“Just how many types of Heavenly Light Force can this spiritual flower help people cultivate? I really can’t wait!” Qin Ming’s eyes burned with excitement.

His fighting spirit soared even higher; he hoped to end the battle soon and pick the soon-to-ripen tricolor flower. He unleashed his full power.

In an instant, Qin Ming unleashed his strongest strike. It was as if he had arrived at a rainy night, with lightning and thunder, and torrential rain. In the pitch-black night, his sword intent surged, and the power of his mind was sublimating. As his long sword swept across, it seemed to cut through the entire dark night sky and cleave the lightning that filled the sky.

Huang Jingde’s face showed fear, because the opponent’s slash was too terrifying. It seemed to carry endless lightning and rain mist, and it was about to cut through this underground cave and cut through everything in its path.

He tried to dodge quickly, but the long sword was getting closer and closer, and he couldn’t avoid it at all. He used his silver spear to parry, but was knocked away by a powerful force.

As the knife struck, his face turned deathly pale.

Huang Jingde roared, holding his gun with both hands and his long sword horizontally in front of him. How could he allow the other party to chop him up?

With a clang, he felt as if a mountain had crashed down on him. His silver spear was cleaved away, and at the same time, he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder as his right arm fell to the ground, gushing blood.

Although he survived for the time being, he was completely incapacitated and staggered backward, half of his body stained red with blood.

“You…aren’t you only good at marksmanship?” Huang Jingjun, lying on the ground, critically injured and dying, asked in despair.

“I’m also quite good with a knife,” Qin Ming replied.