Chapter 115 Everyone Takes Action

A layer of spiritual celestial light flowed around the boy’s body, making him appear exceptionally ethereal and clear, as if he were a transcendent being close to immortality.

Zheng Maoze was sent flying, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, as he fell to the ground, groaning in pain. He looked quite disheveled, and given his nickname “Zheng Dazhuang” (meaning “Strong Zheng”), he didn’t seem like a hermit at all.

His emanating consciousness was distorted, burned through by the fist light, unevenly distributed, and not as vibrant as before, appearing quite dim.

His body throbbed with pain; the sound of his bones cracking after being punched was like popping beans, lasting briefly, and it wasn’t just one or two bones breaking. Everyone was shocked; the boy’s movements were too fast, like a bolt of lightning.

Qin Ming’s Heavenly Light Force retracted back into his body, his fingers were as clear as jade, and he looked quite otherworldly. If it weren’t for the fact that his right fist was still clenched, people would doubt whether he had thrown such a violent punch.

Zheng Maoze gathered his spiritual light, examined his own condition, and spat out another mouthful of blood. Eighteen bones were broken; he was so enraged he vomited blood. He had just launched his attack, only to be beaten instead? He was a man of the outside world, yet he had been beaten to a pulp by the golden-armored guard he looked down upon. The young man appeared tall and slender, but Zheng Maoze felt as if he had been solidly stomped on by an enormous dragon-elephant.

Many of the disciples from outside the sect showed surprise but did not step forward to help Zheng Maoze. They felt that what the young man said was true, and he was very likely a direct descendant of the Six Imperial Forces. Otherwise, how could his Heavenly Light Force be so domineering? The fist light flashed, shattering Zheng Maoze’s spiritual light.

Those outside the secular world believe they can look down upon those on the path of rebirth, but there are a few exceptions whom they dare not underestimate, including lineages such as the Sky-Supporting Strength, the Tathagata Strength, and the Six Imperial Strength. This is because the divine light cultivated by these lineages can harm them.

Although these lineages may encounter problems such as slow progress and gradual improvement in strength later on, some old guys can eventually climb to a rather terrifying height by accumulating over time.

“Sorry, I just came down the mountain and lack experience in real combat, so I’m a bit nervous,” Qin Ming said, his voice gentle, not at all like the domineering power of his fists. Upon hearing this, Zheng Maoze almost spat out blood again. A novice coming down the mountain and making him the background character was hardly a glorious thing to say.

Clearly, the disciples of the Fangwai Sect have temporarily accepted Qin Ming’s special identity; the successor of the Six Imperial Forces can sit at the same table with them, and he is not merely a golden-armored guard.

The reason Qin Ming immediately combined the three extraordinary skills and eighteen kinds of Heavenly Light Force was mainly because it was his first time fighting against someone from outside the world who had reached the Yellow Court Realm, and he dared not be careless. Although he was forced to reveal his true strength slightly, he felt very relieved after throwing a punch, because the two Zheng brothers had become far too arrogant since his accident.

First, there was Zheng Maorong, who, relying on his status, did not personally show up but instead used his eyes and a faint smile to incite others to harm Qin Ming.

Later, Zheng Maoze targeted Qin Ming at Black and White Mountain, pretending to be close to him but actually highlighting the vast difference in their status. In the end, he even joined Zeng Yuan in blocking Qin Ming from leaving, waiting for Li Qingxu and Wang Caiwei to arrive so they could watch a good show.

Therefore, after Qin Ming threw a punch, every pore on his body opened up, and he looked radiant. Then he looked at his old friend Zeng Yuan. “Brother, please do me a favor,” Qin Ming said with a smile.

Zeng Yuan was quite wary of him. Even though Zheng Maoze had been careless just now, the fact that the boy’s fist could burn through the light of consciousness was no exaggeration and was extremely dangerous. He calmly asked, “What is it?”

Qin Ming’s right hand was pressed against the ground, and with the flowing light of the sky, he used the sticky force to pull up some bright red blood, keeping it from touching his fingers, and letting it flow outside the light of the sky.

Qin Ming was very polite and said, “Since everyone is going to provide a drop of pure yang blood essence, I shouldn’t be too special. Could you help me refine this blood? You should be able to accumulate a drop of pure yang blood, right?”

Zeng Yuan was stunned. He never expected that the so-called help would involve asking him to do such a thing. This was utterly absurd. He now believed that this person was most likely a disciple who had just come down from the mountain and was completely clueless about human relationships.

How could he possibly agree? Didn’t he see Zheng Maoze’s eyes practically blazing with fury? He looked like he wanted to devour someone!

Qin Ming stared at him and said, “Pure Yang blood is precious now, and everyone is putting in the effort. Are you just going to let it flow underground?”

Zeng Yuan sensed that although the man remained calm, a dangerous aura was permeating the air. Could this naive novice also be planning to punch him? His hair stood on end. How could he possibly dodge at such close range? The Six-Force Technique was renowned throughout the Night Mist World; he didn’t want to be hit for no reason.

So he ignored Zheng Dazhuang and naturally took the blood, refining the pure yang blood on the spot.

Qin Ming wouldn’t actually lay a hand on him; he was just using his identity as a “naive disciple” of the Six Powers lineage to scare him. He had punched Zheng Maoze earlier because the latter wanted to hurt him.

Even a direct descendant of the Six Imperial Forces would be targeted by outsiders if he attacked without a reason. “Pfft!”

Zheng Maoze coughed up blood again because he saw Zeng Yuan refine his blood. With a hissing sound and rising wisps of smoke, only a single drop of true blood remained.

“Brother, are you alright?” Qin Ming asked him with concern, reiterating that he was flustered by encountering a master of the Yellow Court Realm, and that he had no intention of hurting anyone. Zheng Maoze really wanted to say: Shut up!

The repeated mentions were truly hurtful to his pride and severely damaged his confidence in achieving immortality. Qin Ming went over and helped Zheng Maoze up.

In some people’s eyes, he really gave the other party a way out and saved face.

Zheng Maoze didn’t want to say anything to him. He used his spiritual energy to support his severely injured body and staggered to the side.

Without making a sound, Qin Ming used his sticky strength to draw out the blood that Zeng Yuan had spat out and silently delivered it to Zeng Yuan.

For a moment, many people’s gazes towards him changed. Was he a genuine hothead, or was he deliberately trying to provoke Zheng Maoze? Something was wrong with this successor of the Six Emperors. Zeng Yuan was sitting on the edge of a candle. What kind of mess was this, that inexplicably fell on him!

The core disciples naturally wouldn’t object; the more pure Yang blood, the better.

When Zheng Maoze turned around and saw this scene, he was so angry that he coughed violently. He quickly covered his mouth, afraid that blood would drip onto the ground. He was filled with hatred and gritted his teeth. That hothead was truly inhuman!

Although the collection of pure Yang blood essence was not without its twists and turns, it ultimately did not encounter significant resistance, as many of the golden-armored guards were followers of the Outer Saints. Only a few Outer Saints did not provide blood; these individuals were of considerable importance and were indeed invited to assist, not obligated to do so.

Qin Ming noticed that, besides some disciples of the Fangwai Sect looking at him, several people who practiced special techniques had also lingered on him. These included Chen Shuhang, who had mastered the Five-Colored Thunder Light Force, Jiang Congyun, a successor of the Chunyang Palace, and a young man who appeared to have practiced the Jade Purity Force.

Although they were all walking the same path, Qin Ming was likely to be the first to clash with these people, as they were more resistant to the sunlight in the deep pit. As time passed, everything was ready.

Some vessels, such as jade jars and crystal bottles, originally used to store elixirs, are now filled with pure yang blood, vibrant red and radiant with a glowing light—clearly sacred objects. Their spiritual value is extremely high; combined with certain special medicinal herbs, they could be used to refine powerful elixirs!

Streams of pure Yang spiritual light, hazy like mist, converged to resemble a relatively gentle small sun. When selecting Outer Saints to enter the bottom of the giant pit, there were some minor ripples; who was most suitable to go in was naturally already identified. However, this journey could be extremely dangerous; who could guarantee their safety simply by possessing pure Yang spiritual matter? Qin Ming came into the sights of some core disciples, all wanting him to step in and help retrieve the near-immortal item.

He shook his head reservedly, but his refusal wasn’t entirely complete.

He genuinely wanted to go in, and he was uneasy if no one accompanied him. He wanted to check on the near-immortal artifact’s condition to prevent anyone who went in first from tampering with it. “Although my outer realm doesn’t specifically collect various martial arts techniques, the scripture pavilion occasionally contains one or two…”

Hu Tingwen, Tang Xumi, and several other core disciples secretly negotiated with Qin Ming, offering him a special martial arts technique. “I want a miraculous skill,” Qin Ming said.

“Perhaps it exists, but it’s gathering dust in some corner, and it’s unlikely to be found anytime soon.”

In the end, they promised to help Qin Ming find a powerful martial arts technique. Although it wouldn’t be a miraculous one, it would certainly be quite famous, for example, they had seen the incomplete version of the Divine Ape Technique.

Ultimately, the candidates were chosen: Chen Shuhang, who possessed the Five-Colored Thunderfire Force, Jiang Congyun, a successor of the Pure Yang Palace, and Qin Ming would head to the central location to retrieve the near-immortal item. Meanwhile, successors of the Five Elements Palace and the Jade Purity Force would provide backup from the rear to ensure everything went smoothly.

Although Qin Ming felt somewhat uncomfortable, he still smeared pure Yang blood essence on his armor, making his entire body bright red and flowing with dazzling light. Chen Shuhang chose to protect himself with pure Yang consciousness light, while Jiang Congyun used a combination, with the blood he smeared carrying consciousness light.

In a sense, the three of them were also guinea pigs to see which one worked best, and the others could adjust based on the feedback.

At the bottom of the giant, bowl-shaped pit, the intense, violent sunlight was incredibly dense, like divine fire burning, and wisps of smoke could be seen constantly rising from the armor of the three people. Both their pure Yang blood essence and pure Yang consciousness aura were being continuously consumed, but they were indeed useful, and for now, it seemed they could sustain them as they walked in.

“Don’t you two have any other ideas? Perhaps we can’t comprehend that near-immortal artifact, or borrow it temporarily?” Jiang Congyun asked. His sect was very famous, and he had been specially invited to assist. Although his Pure Yang Force wasn’t as powerful as the Six Imperial Force, it was still renowned in the Night Mist World. “Yes, we can study it first,” Chen Shuhang agreed.

Qin Ming nodded in agreement. There was no need to go against them; he had long known that those who were willing to risk coming in first all had their own purposes. “Perhaps there are some good things scattered around the vicinity of the immortal artifacts,” Jiang Congyun smiled.

Qin Ming’s heart skipped a beat. The Chunyang Palace behind him was quite ancient and still a colossal entity; it might know some of the secrets of this place. They were running frantically, not daring to waste any time. They were not far from the center of the giant pit, and could vaguely see auspicious clouds rising and immortal mist swirling around them.

Qin Ming became cautious, though he was confident, he still wanted to avoid any unexpected incidents. Boom!

Above the sinkhole, a fierce battle erupted among the core disciples, who suddenly began to fight.

Tang Xumi, Su Jingshu, Jiang Shengyu, and Luo Qingge had originally broken ties, but no one expected that the four of them would join forces again to attack Hu Tingwen and Sun Jingtian. The result was unexpected; Hu Tingwen and Sun Jingtian were prepared and quickly retreated, fleeing in one direction without suffering serious injury.

The four pursued relentlessly, seemingly eager to eliminate the two. The other disciples from outside the sect chose to stand by and watch, remaining neutral.

The unfolding events left the elite disciples speechless once again. During the chaotic battle, as the six experts approached the crowd, they simultaneously launched an attack on one of the elite disciples. Shockingly, this seemingly unknown disciple possessed unfathomable strength, unleashing a dazzling five-colored light that instantly severely injured Luo Qingge, sending her flying. Cui Chonghe, his eyes deep and his face cold, was caught completely off guard by the sudden attack. He knew that this time, he had most likely missed his chance to obtain the near-immortal treasure forever.

Li Qingyue’s eyes were clear. As a golden-armored guard, she chose to remain uninvolved and observe the battle. At the bottom of the deep pit, Qin Ming had already seen the near-immortal object; they had arrived at their destination.

Chen Shuhang unleashed his Five-Colored Thunderfire Force, the thunderous roar deafening and terrifying. Jiang Congyun’s Pure Yang Force was even more domineering, instantly shattering the dense celestial light nearby. Qin Ming was also forced to intervene, once again displaying the prowess of a young patriarch.