Chapter 141 An Unexpected and Amazing Gain

In the pitch-black night, the vast plains were covered with dense forests.

A weasel, about half a person’s height, stood in front of them, speaking in a human voice. Its yellow fur shone like silk. It wore a suit of lapis lazuli armor and a helmet, and with a faint electric glow swirling around its body, it looked quite extraordinary.

“What do you want to do by blocking my way?” Qin Ming asked.

“These young people are ignorant and arrogant. They slaughtered a whole group of able-bodied men in Wolf Ridge, and they still ask questions they already know the answers to.” This weasel spoke with an air of arrogance.

“What does this have to do with you?” Qin Ming asked coldly.

The slender weasel stood there and said, “We’re all wolves, so they all have to call me Uncle Huang, don’t you think?”

Qin Ming examined it carefully and confirmed that it was a weasel and not a wolf. He said, “If you miss your nephews, then go with them. The whole family can be reunited.”

“My name is Huang Yuan. I do not kill nameless people. Young man, I will give you a chance to leave your name.” The weasel slowly drew the black “long knife” from its back.

Compared to it, the jet-black knife was already quite long, about the same height as it.

“What are you trying to prove, you weasel!” Qin Ming said, but he didn’t dare to be careless, because he genuinely felt that this weasel was quite dangerous!

He drew his knife and stared at the weasel in front of him.

“In recent years, I have seen many young faces who are even more radical than you, full of enthusiasm, entering this land of divine tragedy, wanting to carry out the so-called exorcism of demons and protect the border people.”

Huang Yuan’s cyan-gold armor clanged as it adjusted its helmet with its small paws, making it more upright. Then, its paws glowed as it gripped the black blade and pointed it at its opponent.

Qin Ming was taken aback. This vibrant plain was actually called the Land of Divine Demise? It was probably related to god-like creatures.

Huang Yuan said calmly, “And guess what happened to those hot-blooded young people? They’re all dead. Hmm, I still have some in my collection. I took a piece of bone from their middle fingers.”

He touched a bone string hanging on his chest with the hilt of his knife and said, “The so-called ten fingers are connected to the heart, this is also called heart bone. I have already collected thirty-five heart bones, and with you, the number of the thirty-six Heavenly Spirits will be complete.”

Qin Ming realized that this weasel was trying to provoke him. However, he did feel a surge of killing intent. What it said was true; it was indeed the finger bone of a young human!

He did not act rashly. Although he was a newcomer, he had accumulated some spiritual light and divine wisdom. Now his instincts and intuitions were exceptionally sharp.

Qin Ming sensed that there were probably two other creatures lurking in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to launch a fatal attack on him in coordination with the weasel.

He had to admit that even a weasel knew how to scheme, trying to provoke him while preparing to coordinate with its accomplices in the shadows to achieve a perfect strangulation.

Huang Yuan smiled faintly and said, “Hehe, I feel most accomplished when I stifle passionate young geniuses like you, because it’s like extinguishing the passion of your entire clan and cutting off your future.”

Qin Ming made a move, discarding the mother blade of the mother-child sword set and directly using the mutton fat jade iron sword. However, he did not infuse it with the Heavenly Light Force for the time being, so it was not dazzling at the moment.

The weasel was surrounded by crackling electricity and seemed to be riding the wind. Gripping the knife hilt tightly, it was as if it were flying on a sword, rising off the ground with the sound of wind and thunder. Its speed was incredible!

Suddenly, Qin Ming stopped, then rushed to the side and rear at high speed. A dazzling light burst forth from the mutton-fat jade iron knife, and the pure white blade hummed.

Hidden in the dense forest were two humans, a man and a woman, positioned in different directions, forming a triangle with the weasel, intending to attack from the side and rear.

Qin Ming turned and charged at the man, his body radiating an overwhelming force, like a hurricane sweeping through, snapping off all the branches blocking his path and causing many plants to burst into pieces.

The gleaming blade flashed like a thunderclap in the woods as it slashed at a man in his thirties.

Without a doubt, this was an Outer Saint. At this moment, his pupils contracted, and he shouted, “Brother, don’t misunderstand, we’re on the same side!”

However, the black spear in his hand thrust forward mercilessly. If his opponent hesitated even slightly, he would gain the upper hand and could even kill him with a single spear thrust.

Qin Ming slashed down with his sword, and with a clang, the black spear broke in two.

Moreover, he didn’t pause even for a moment; the mutton-fat jade iron knife in his hand burst forth with dazzling light like a sun.

“You…” The outer saint panicked. This was actually a jade iron knife. He tried to dodge, but found that his speed was no match for the opponent’s.

He parried with his broken spear, but it was like rotten wood before the mutton-fat jade iron knife, utterly vulnerable, and was cut off to a length of about a foot amidst clanging sounds.

Qin Ming’s final strike cleaved the broken spear in two, severing the man’s arm in the process, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

The man’s scream had barely escaped when Qin Ming cleaved his body in two with a single strike. His Heavenly Light Force was no match for it, and he died instantly.

Qin Ming turned around abruptly because the weasel had arrived. Its speed was ridiculously fast. It was crackling with lightning and accompanied by a gale, its feet barely touching the ground. It truly seemed to be riding a sword.

clang!

Although Huang Yuan was short, only reaching the waist of an adult man, he was surprisingly strong and clashed with Qin Ming with a sword, producing a piercing metallic clang.

Its black “long sword” had a severe nick, which suggests that the material of this sword was actually quite extraordinary, as it did not break in two even when it was struck by the jade iron sword.

This is the spoils of war obtained by the weasel after killing a human boy genius.

“So powerful!” It was quite shocked. How could a human of this age stop it?

It was an ancient demon that had evolved over many years. Even many of the human saints were no match for it, and two of them were enslaved by it.

As a result, a newcomer, only a teenager, was able to go head-to-head with it!

In an instant, the two exchanged blows dozens of times, sparks flying everywhere. Finally, a piece of the yellow weasel’s black knife broke off, and the tip fell to the ground.

It panicked and quickly retreated, creating some distance between itself and the enemy.

Qin Ming naturally wouldn’t let it go, relentlessly pursuing and entangled with it, engaging it in a sword fight.

He was genuinely astonished. This weasel possessed an incredibly powerful sword technique, and its mastery was profound, as if it had practiced for decades, displaying the demeanor of a true master.

In fact, this weasel was indeed very talented. After practicing with a knife for more than ten years, it had developed the style of a master. It could be considered a “prodigy” among the unusual.

However, the weasel was even more impressive; it was at a disadvantage!

In the Land of Divine Demise, its bloodline mutated, evolving into strange blood that was equivalent to having decades more of cultivation, yet it was still inferior to a human teenager.

The female sage tried several times to help Huang Yuan, but she couldn’t keep up and had to retreat.

Qin Ming and the weasel exchanged blows, showcasing Qin Ming’s profound swordsmanship. Qin Ming had already cut through the weasel’s blue-gold armor, leaving two wounds on its body.

Huang Yuan was furious. It really couldn’t stop this young man. It considered itself a master of swordsmanship and was very famous on this plain, but it was finding it increasingly difficult to stop him.

With a clang, its black “long sword” broke in two, its chest armor was slashed open, the armor plates shattered, and another deep gash appeared.

With a whoosh, it shot into the sky and flew into the night sky!

Earlier, when it rode the sword, it had a pair of hidden fleshy wings that vibrated slightly behind it. Now, they were fully open, and it stood in the air.

“I never imagined that I, Master Huang, renowned for my Wind and Thunder Blade in the Divine Desolation Plains, would be defeated by a mere brat!” Weasel was indignant.

Qin Ming’s face was cold. He was also very dissatisfied with himself. It was a bit outrageous that he had fought a weasel for so long!

He didn’t know the true value of this weasel; its reputation was indeed immense! Qin Ming ignored it and walked towards the woman with his knife.

She spoke quickly: “I was forced to help it; I’ve been enslaved by it for the past few years. Thank you for rescuing me today.”

“I can tell you’re not confused; you can communicate normally. Yet just now you acted as an accomplice to the wicked. You must have had a lot of your own kind’s blood on your hands these past few years, right?” Qin Ming asked.

“No, no! I was wrong!” The woman panicked, her face turning pale. Even Master Huang was no match for him, how could she possibly resist?

Qin Ming showed no mercy and, after several fierce clashes with her, severed the woman’s head with a soft thud. Blood gushed out, and her body fell to the ground.

Huang Yuan, who was in mid-air, was no ordinary being. He possessed the Heavenly Light Force of humans, but now he had completely concealed it, and a brilliant glow emanated from between his eyebrows.

It didn’t stop it just now because it was transforming its own power!

“Many people have forgotten how I rose to power back then.” As a weasel, it has a racial innate ability: an exceptionally strong mental domain.

It withdrew its heavenly light, while a blinding spiritual light emanated from its forehead, as if to distort space, causing the tall tree canopy beside it to shake violently before exploding.

It swooped down and roared, “Those who fight with their bare hands are all inferior beings!”

Qin Ming really wanted to kill it with one blow. This weasel was actually engaging in racial discrimination. Did it think it had some kind of divine aura?

When the so-called spiritual power poured down, and the spiritual light transformed into a tangible longsword that slashed towards Qin Ming, he immediately clenched his fist and blasted it upwards.

Qin Ming’s unified fist light was dazzling, like a golden crow tearing through the night sky and burning everything, instantly igniting the so-called spiritual light.

The tangible “spirit blade” shattered, disintegrated, and turned into flames.

Moreover, five more consecutive slashes followed, all of which were pierced by Qin Ming’s terrifying Heavenly Light Force, like a three-legged golden crow sweeping through the long night, slaying all demons and monsters.

“Ah!” Huang Yuan screamed in agony. He never expected that after transforming all his power and using his strongest spiritual light, he would be defeated even more miserably.

Blood gushed from its mouth and nose as it flapped its fleshy wings and fled into the night sky, trying to escape. Qin Ming drew his bow and nocked an arrow—a jet-black jade-iron arrow!

His archery skills were renowned as unparalleled, and were no less impressive than his swordsmanship.

Huang Yuan, who was already severely injured, had no way to dodge. He let out a shrill scream as the arrow blasted a bloody hole in his body and he fell to the ground.

The sunlight streaming through its body tore one of its fleshy wings apart.

Qin Ming moved like a nimble cheetah through the woods, instantly appearing before it and stepping on its body. His expression immediately changed, for he saw it inhaling sharply.

Qin Ming swung his blade down, smashing off one of its legs with the back of the knife, and threatened, “Don’t you dare let out any stench, or I’ll chop off all four of your limbs right now!”

He didn’t want to be covered in filth, holding the jade iron knife to its neck. “What do you want?” the weasel asked in a trembling voice.

Qin Ming said, “I’m very interested in your lightning-like light and your sword technique. Recite them for me.” “Let me go first,” Huang Yuan said, wanting to negotiate.

With a snap, its arms were broken off by Qin Ming using the jade iron knife.

“I admit defeat.” Huang Yuan lowered his head and began reciting the problematic scriptures. With a crack, two more bones in its body broke.

Qin Ming said coldly, “You will recite it again, and each time it will be different. If you make any mistakes, I will break two of your bones.” Huang Yuan’s emotions fluctuated violently. The resentment and the scriptures he recalled were all presented with unparalleled clarity.

Qin Ming was certain that he had obtained the complete inheritance. The lightning light and sword technique he wanted were actually a kind of inheritance—the Wind and Thunder Blade, which required the use of wind and thunder force to activate.

This secret manual came from a young genius, who unfortunately died more than a decade ago.

Back then, the edge of the world wasn’t so chaotic. Huang Yuan secretly killed that passionate young genius. Moreover, what he said wasn’t false; in recent years, he has killed more than thirty human geniuses and experts.

Qin Ming naturally wouldn’t let it go. After obtaining this extremely mysterious and extraordinary sword manual, he cleaved the weasel in two with a single strike.

“You!” it screamed, filled with terror, yet it did not stop breathing for a moment.

A purple glow emanated from its heart, flowing towards the wound, accompanied by a sweet fragrance. “This is…” Qin Ming exclaimed in surprise.

He beheaded the weasel, giving it no chance to live.

Shortly afterward, he discovered a purple heart in the body, containing some unusual blood.

“Could this be the special anomaly mentioned in the’Scripture of Changing Fate,’ which has evolved ‘extraordinary blood,’ capable of prolonging life and enhancing one’s talents? This weasel is truly astonishing!”

Qin Ming was lost in thought. It was just a weasel, yet it had given birth to “miraculous blood”! To be recorded in the “Scripture of Changing Fate” meant that it was no ordinary creature.

Qin Ming examined it carefully, feeling both joy and regret. The amount of “rare blood” was not much. This weasel was still in its growth stage. If it could accumulate for several decades or even a hundred years, and its entire body were transformed into rare blood, it would truly be priceless.

He estimated that, according to the records in the Destiny-Changing Scripture, this blood could extend his life by ten years and also strengthen his foundation!

This is more precious than spiritual substances that can help people be reborn.

Because this is increasing potential, and spiritual matter helps to bring that potential to fruition.

Using the methods recorded in the Destiny-Changing Scripture, Qin Ming unleashed a burst of heavenly light to refine that extraordinary blood, causing it to vaporize into wisps of purple mist—the “miracle medicine” contained within the purple blood.

In an instant, purple mist rose and the aroma of medicine filled the air, engulfing him.

After purifying himself with the light of heaven dozens of times, Qin Ming absorbed the billowing purple clouds into his body and immediately felt light and refreshed, with his flesh and blood becoming more active.

“Is the effect that obvious?” he exclaimed in surprise. He could already feel the effects of the miraculous medicine—it could prolong life and alter one’s flesh and bones. This “miraculous blood” astonished him!

Qin Ming carefully considered it and felt that his foundation had indeed become more solid, but he didn’t know how much it had improved.

On his way back, he was already practicing the techniques from that manual. The Wind and Thunder Force not only had extremely strong attack power, but it could also greatly increase speed!

The value of this sword manual far exceeded his initial expectations, Qin Ming guessed. It must be the ultimate technique of some great sect. He continued to swing his sword, gradually emitting sounds of wind and thunder, and the lightning he so desperately desired flickered in and out!

Qin Ming didn’t want to leave. The Land of Divine Desolation was full of opportunities, and he wanted to meet a few more “Master Huangs.” This experience had given him immense satisfaction.

(There’s more to come!)