Chapter 74 Legendary Figures

“After this freshman year is completely over, will I be able to recall everything?” Qin Ming already had some guesses about the past.

But some things are still shrouded in mystery, waiting to be cleared away.

He was once Cui Chonghe’s true direct descendant. Why did he leave the Cui family and, after being severely injured, was he left to recuperate in Black and White Mountain?

What silenced him most was that his relatives wanted to completely isolate him in a remote place, preventing him from returning to the world with daylight and not wanting him to reconnect with his former circle.

Although he is now Qin Ming and no longer Cui Chonghe, he still wants to know the cause and effect.

Qin Ming sat quietly, his mind as calm as still water. After a quick wash, he lay down on the bed, no longer resisting sleep, and let himself drift into dreamland.

A silver light appeared, like a layer of silver mud applied to his body. Then, golden needles pierced through his body, weaving in and out, and he put on the jade robe once more.

Especially between his hair strands, there were countless gold needles and threads, as if they were constantly being sewn together, making Qin Ming’s entire head emit a golden light.

Qin Ming, who was fast asleep, frowned slightly, as if he sensed something. A slight sound came from his skull, followed by waves of pain and then intense heat.

His brief moment of lucidity, realizing what had happened and that there was no danger, allowed him to clear his mind again and fall back into a deep sleep.

Qin Ming’s skull had three areas where the golden light shone brightest. Years ago, it was shattered by the boy in feathered clothes, and golden needles appeared densely, piercing through the scalp and penetrating the bone, and then going even deeper.

The silver mud, like medicine, is applied to the surface, as if to smooth away the traces of past wounds. The gold needles mend the wounds, and the silver light washes over them, eradicating the old ailments.

Although Qin Ming was not fully awake, deep in his subconscious, he sensed the important role of the “jade burial suit,” which involved revival and even the true meaning of resurrection.

Perhaps this is some kind of truth about the process of human regeneration.

No danger approached, and he remained sound asleep.

In the latter half of the night, Qin Ming entered a state between sleep and wakefulness. He saw the silk book again, saw himself as a child, and waited for that rough, large hand to turn the pages.

The fourth rebirth is related to perception. In addition to the enhancement of the five senses, instinctive intuition will become exceptionally sharp, which can save lives in critical moments.

This new life also involved the consciousness of the head, so the three parts of Qin Ming’s skull that had been smashed glowed all night long. Gold needles were used to mend it, silver mud was used to cover it, and then a large amount of spiritual matter obtained from the thunder and fire of the heavenly light flowed over it continuously.

The rough, large hand finally moved, turning the silk scroll to the fourth page. In addition to continuing from the previous text, it thoroughly explained the training of the five senses and instinctive consciousness, and also the method for the fifth rebirth.

As dawn broke, Crimson City gradually brightened.

Within the city, there is already a distinction between day and night. Some sophisticated large cities will gradually adjust the brightness of the fire springs, for example, making them strongest at noon.

In even more magnificent cities, people would create a scene of a sky ablaze with sunset colors at dusk.

Of course, the wilderness is always shrouded in night. Even in the capital of a country, in the imperial city of a vast empire, standing on its city walls and looking into the distance, all you see is darkness.

Qin Ming pushed open the window, and the sky, gradually brightening with the rising glow of fire, was completely different from the dim night view he had seen at Black and White Mountain.

He didn’t find it as novel as Wu Zheng, because he had experienced these things before, and as his fragmented memories were rapidly reconstructing, the past scenes were gradually becoming clearer.

Qin Ming took a deep breath, and it was clear that he was not calm. He gripped the mutton fat jade iron knife tightly, went into the courtyard, and slashed out with a series of wind and thunder sounds!

He blended the fighting techniques from the three secret manuals—knife, spear, and hammer—into one, making all his weapons extensions and extensions of his arms.

“Brother Qin’s murderous aura is rather strong,” Wu Zheng muttered to himself in the inn.

As the shattered scenes rapidly reassembled, various images flooded in, causing Qin Ming’s mind to become somewhat chaotic and making it difficult for him to remain unaffected. These were fragments of the past.

A person is incomplete without a past; he must receive all his memories.

“Brother Qin, I brought you breakfast. Are you alright?” Wu Zheng appeared and saw Qin Ming wielding a knife in the courtyard.

The knife in his hand sometimes flashed like lightning, sometimes it was shaken out into dozens of blade shadows, thrusting forward like a spear, and sometimes it was like a heavy hammer, smashing out with a loud bang.

“It’s alright. I’m in the process of rebirth and just felt like stretching my muscles. I’d be happy if there were a beast that has mutated multiple times in front of me right now.”

Qin Ming felt that if he encountered the old golden rooster that had mutated five times in Golden Rooster Ridge now, he could kill it with a single spear thrust or blast it to pieces with a single hammer blow!

Not long after, Xu Sheng arrived at the inn, wanting to see Qin Ming’s condition after being bathed in the heavenly light.

“Why do I feel that your body has even more vitality than mine? What exactly is your condition?” Xu Sheng asked in surprise and doubt, believing that this was not an illusion.

“My body has almost fully regenerated, and my senses are still improving. I am currently in a state of full recovery, with nothing to hide, so my vital energy appears quite strong.”

Xu Sheng was stunned when he heard this. What he had seen before was not a true reflection of Qin Ming’s strength.

Wu Zheng’s eyes looked strange.

Xu Sheng said, “Stop hiding it. Come on, let’s go test it out and see how strong your physical fitness is after your fourth rebirth. As for your perception domain, it’s very mysterious. We’re not outsiders, so we don’t have any way to test it for now.”

“I don’t want more people to know,” Qin Ming said. He was in a delicate situation with an uncertain future. Before he became powerful enough, if some things got out to Qinghe City, Qianxing City, and other places, the consequences would be unpredictable.

He didn’t intend to hide it from Xu Sheng, since the other party already knew that he had entered the Thunderfire Refining Hall, so there was no point in hiding it.

“It’s alright, let’s go to my friend’s place. She has all sorts of machines there that can test physical fitness.” Xu Sheng was very curious about what level Qin Ming had reached after his four rebirths.

Qin Ming discovered that Zhou Lin, the friend who knew Xu Sheng, had gone to the mountains with him to pick snow lotus before, but they were intercepted. She was very down-to-earth and kept spewing profanities all the way to the city.

Zhou Lin’s training center teaches people how to start a new life, and it’s doing very well, with most of its students being teenagers.

In this city where land is incredibly valuable, the venue occupies a considerable area.

A moment later, Xu Sheng was completely petrified, unable to believe what he was seeing: Qin Ming, who had been reborn four times, could lift a cauldron weighing 4,500 jin.

Wu Zheng was dumbfounded; that kind of divine power amazed him.

“Brother Qin, is this your fourth time being a freshman? Are you sure it’s not six… or seven?” Wu Zheng was shocked.

Xu Sheng muttered to himself, “There really are such people. The records in ancient books were not meant to deceive future generations or exaggerate. I have seen one in real life.”

“What do those records say?” Wu Zheng asked.

Xu Sheng said, “A certain book mentions that a young extraordinary person was reborn with the strength of nearly a thousand catties in his arms, and his talent was terrifying.”

Wu Zheng was somewhat excited and said, “The legend has come true! There is actually someone in my life who can rival a young extraordinary person recorded in the book!”

He quickly corrected himself: “No, I calculated that when Brother Qin was a freshman, the strength of his arms should have exceeded 1,100 jin.”

Xu Sheng was completely stunned, finding it utterly unbelievable.

“Brother Qin, when you were a freshman for the first time, did you really… have that much power?” Wu Zheng’s voice trembled slightly.

“Although I haven’t tested it carefully, it should weigh over a thousand jin,” Qin Ming said.

Xu Sheng sighed, “Xiao Qin must have had a strength of over 1,100 jin in his arms back then. Such talent is like a legend to other newcomers.”

He then asked, “Early spring is here, and those ancient lineages, mysterious organizations, and prestigious universities in brilliant places… will all begin recruiting disciples. Little Qin, have you decided where you want to go?”

“It’s too early to talk about these things. I don’t know much about them. Anyway, there’s still time. We can make a choice before the height of summer.” Qin Ming’s thoughts were in turmoil because all the fragmented scenes were resurfacing. Most of them had been reassembled, and the rest were still in progress.

“What are you three doing? You’ve moved my prized lapis lazuli stele. Should the three of you work together?” Zhou Lin appeared, looking suspicious.

Xu Sheng laughed and didn’t answer.

On his way back, Qin Ming went to a time-honored bookstore and bought a stack of “Night Newspapers,” which were compilations of the last three years.

The official gazette was not accessible to ordinary people. Night newspapers, on the other hand, were privately run and more accessible to the general public.

“The content here is very general, it doesn’t involve sensitive information, and many major events are only briefly mentioned,” Xu Sheng said.

Qin Ming said, “It’s nothing, I just wanted to get a general idea of the major events that have happened in the last two or three years.”

Back at the inn, he didn’t go out again, locking himself in his room.

While waiting for the new students to finish their studies, he read through the night newspaper, mainly focusing on major events and news related to the Cui family.

“Dynasties come and go, but powerful families remain constant,” Qin Ming sighed.

Some ancient families have existed for two or three thousand years.

The evening newspapers all mentioned that it is very difficult to shake the millennium-old family. Despite the various wars and storms stirred up by outsiders, they have never fallen.

“Two years ago…” Qin Ming quickly searched for the information he needed, and the increasingly clear past events in his mind corroborated it.

The Cui family experienced a turmoil two years ago, but the night report did not delve into the underlying causes, only mentioning that the two behemoths had briefly clashed before each retreated.

Qin Ming had roughly reviewed all the major events that had occurred between two years ago and now.

He put down the thick stack of night newspapers and looked at the hazy scenes before him. The giant city shrouded in the evening glow and the sacred mountain shrouded in celestial mist were gradually becoming clear. Figures came and went, and he remembered a large number of familiar people one by one: his parents, uncles, brothers and sisters, and many clansmen appeared.

Then, the boy in feathered robes, Li Qingyue, and all sorts of old friends and acquaintances walked towards him.

Qin Ming watched calmly, as if observing someone else’s tragicomedy.