Night Without End
Chapter 103 - 67 Palm Sized Pig

Chapter 103: Chapter 67 Palm Sized Pig

"Chong He, why don’t you come back with me? There might still be a chance for this matter." Cui Hong spoke.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming immediately retreated several steps backward, the pitch-black desert almost swallowed him, and his silhouette became unseeable.

How could he possibly go to the Cui Family? The past two years, after his memories faded, meant he had discarded all his previous thoughts and re-evaluated his past experiences. Now, his perspectives, his judgements, are all entirely different from before.

It was as if he had leaped out of his previous life’s trajectory, breaking free from a turbulent and dangerous river that had been carrying him forward; now, he had a completely new beginning and could never step back into the old ways.

Retreating repeatedly in the desert was Qin Ming’s instinctual response, absolutely refusing to sink back into the quagmire of the Cui Family, or else he would truly be in danger.

"Chong He, how could you react this way, with such an expression?" Cui Hong sighed upon seeing him acting as if on high alert, continually retreating.

Clearly, Cui Chong He now saw the Cui Family as a disastrous flood and fierce beast, unwilling to be involved, reluctant to make contact, declaring to live only for himself.

"Are you trying to force me?" Qin Ming asked, drawing his Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade and said, "Even if I am no match for you, I will not simply wait to die."

"Hmm?" Cui Hong was surprised to see the stance Qin Ming took with the blade, exhibiting a demeanor similar to a Blade Master, quite extraordinary.

In fact, he had the illusion that, regardless of his actual strength, the young man before him already carried a hint of a Blade Master’s demeanor!

"Eh?" Meng Xinghai expressed his surprise amid the foggy mountain path, scrutinizing the only sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth in front, wondering how he could possess such an aura in the realm of Sword Tao.

Cui Hong did not utilize Heavenly Light; he merely extended his arm casually for a strike, curious to see whether Qin Ming had truly achieved something in the domain of Sword Tao.

Coated with mineral pigments, the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade in Qin Ming’s hand drew a blade light accompanied by the sound of thunder, resembling a pitch-black rainy night overtaken by a dazzling lightning that suddenly tore through the night sky.

With a swishing sound, a section of Cui Hong’s robe was cut off, falling on the yellow sand, and this somewhat bewildered him.

Although he subdued his Heavenly Light and casually extended his hand, suppressing his own strength for fear of harming the young man before him, the opponent should not have been able to strike him anyhow.

What level of individual was he? To have a piece of his sleeve cut off by a young man who had just entered the Xinsheng Domain not long ago would hardly be believable if it became known.

Cui Hong looked ahead with a complicated expression at the tall figure completely hidden in darkness.

In the distance, Meng Xinghai also showed a look of surprise, murmuring, "The people from Cui Family are really impressive. I thought I was mistaken, but based purely on sword skills, this young man can indeed be called distinguished, his mastery in Sword Tao is profound!"

Li Qingyue was astonished, understanding that Meng Xinghai himself used a blade as weapon, and receiving such praise from him truly meant the young man was exceptional.

She remembered one night, when Qin Ming alone flattened Jinji Ridge and slayed two bandits who had experienced four rebirths on his own; an old mountain patrol later analyzed, suggesting that the assailant must be at least three people, each skilled with blades, spears, and arrows.

Li Qingyue realized that the word ’skilled’ was inadequate to describe Qin Ming’s provenance in Sword Tao.

"Chong He, you truly surprised me, come back with me and let’s give it a try," urged Cui Hong.

"Give what a try?" Qin Ming would never rely on someone else’s "good intentions" for his fate now; a single thought from the people at the Cui Family could end his path of rebirth - why take the risk?

He retorted, "You’ve already accepted the fact that even if I master the skills from the silk scripture, it would be useless. Not to mention this little achievement in Sword Tao, I am not coming with you."

Cui Hong didn’t speak further, his intention was to capture Qin Ming first; continually staying in this pitch-black desert made him feel uneasy. He didn’t want to violate any taboo and stir up some "legend."

"Stop!" Meng Xinghai shouted as he flashed into the desert to intervene.

Like Lingbo Fairy, Li Qingyue treaded on the yellow sand, appearing nearby.

Cui Hong, who had already sensed their presence, did not want to complicate matters further and quickly reached out to grab Qin Ming.

When Meng Xinghai intercepted, he suddenly withdrew his hand, showing an unusual expression and stepping back a few steps.

"Aren’t you supposed to repay me? Almost being incapacitated here and you still won’t help?" Qin Ming whispered rapidly in the pitch-black desert.

Boom!

Cui Hong felt an intense pain in his right hand as if kicked by a wild dragon; he staggered, retreating over ten meters in the yellow sand.

"Hiss!" He inhaled a breath of cold, dusty air; the pain in his right hand was numbing, reminiscent of when he was a child and got kicked by a donkey.

He looked down at his right hand, relying on his strong perception, he could still make out objects in the near vicinity within the desert. His right hand appeared as if branded with a red-hot stamp, nearly bleeding.

Carefully examining it, Cui Hong discovered it was actually a hoof print.

"This hand is really tough." A mumbling voice came from the darkness, then the creature spoke again: "How do you humans describe this situation, like the stone in an outhouse, right?"

Qin Ming remained silent, offering no comment.

After all, Cui Hong had once saved his life, whether it was his duty or not.

Cui Hong stared into the darkness, spotting Qin Ming’s right hand holding a mini wild pig, slightly longer than a palm; clearly, he had been kicked by a pig!

Through a special Pupil Skill, Li Qingyue scrutinized the small mountain pig, feeling it incredibly perilous, like a colossal beast looming in the night fog.

"Black and White Mountain’s Mountain Master?" Meng Xinghai inquired.

Cui Hong’s expression abruptly changed; it was indeed that Mountain Master. He had come with a request, and now it had transformed into a palm-sized pig, appearing here.

The wild pig spoke: "Ah, alas, I am already the former Mountain Master. You must have also met the new Mountain Master, unfathomably profound, right? He has already replaced me, but without making a fuss or attracting attention."

Qin Ming stood here and conversed with Cui Hong because he had some confidence.

Last night, although the Old Boar snored loudly, it had spoken to him: "Since we met by chance, I shall repay my debt and resolve some karma on this mountain path."

Qin Ming still did not know what debt it was repaying, but since the old boar could change size and speak human language, it must be very strong.

Without this Old Boar, he would have to fight desperately, using extreme measures to "offend" this terrifying wasteland.

Mountain Master, are you going to intervene in the affairs of the Cui Family?" Cui Hong spoke.

Old Boar said, "How dare I? A thousand-year-old family, renowned throughout an endless dark world, intimidating all sorts, how could I overestimate myself? I just promised to protect him on this path."

Cui Hong’s expression changed uncertainly. He knew he was no match. Moreover, dealing with an old Mountain Master who had lost his territory was very risky—angering it would mean it could do anything since it no longer had a territory and could dive into the dark ends of the earth, making it hard to pursue after the fact.

He nodded and said, "Alright, since the Mountain Master has spoken, we’ll discuss this after this path."

Meng Xinghai said, "Cui family brother, what’s your name? Such a talent in Sword Tao, and yet you discard him. Since you don’t want him, name your price, let me take him away."

Soon, Cui Hong knew the identity of the other party. No wonder he spoke so confidently, as they too were from a thousand-year-old family.

Moreover, Cui Hong recognized the girl opposite him, Li Qingyue.

He remembered deeply, many years ago, children from top families were all waiting in a giant city for Fangwai outsiders to come to select disciples, and this Li Qingyue was taken away by a very famous figure.

Meng Xinghai’s expression turned peculiar, as he now knew who Qin Ming was. He had heard about the turmoil from two years ago and was surprised to now see Cui Chonghe.

"I’ve heard bits and pieces, if your Cui family keeps him suppressed in this remote area, and it gets out, you might earn a reputation for being stingy and ungrateful, which could look rather bad," said Meng Xinghai.

At the same time, he pointed to Li Qingyue and said, "You can’t possibly silence both her and me, after all, we both saw it."

Cui Hong’s expression changed; a bloody conflict or even war within a thousand-year-old family, what was he thinking? That would be a big problem.

Fragmented memories surfaced in Qin Ming’s mind, now connecting together, and he quickly spoke, "From now on, even if I die, I won’t ever mention that I’m a descendant of the Cui Family, nor will I enter your circles. From now on, I am just Qin Ming."

Two years ago, he couldn’t understand or see through certain matters, but now, even with just scant clues, he had some realizations.

Now, what Qin Ming most wanted to do was to undergo his fourth rebirth as soon as possible, see through all the mists, know his past experiences, and not need to ask others anymore.

Cui Hong spoke, "When has the Cui Family ever been stingy or ungrateful? I have a premonition that within a few years, the young master will be invited back."

Hearing this, Qin Ming didn’t want to say anything.

Meng Xinghai said, "Since that is so, why don’t you send a message back to the Cui Family using a carrier bird? It’s not good for people to know you handle things this way; it damages the reputation of a thousand-year-old family."

Then, he looked at Qin Ming and said, "I heard that over two hundred years ago a remarkable Sword Tao prodigy came from here. Sadly, due to not receiving the right Xinsheng Skill in his early years, he wasted half of his life. Even though he had master level sword skills, that predecessor couldn’t stay much longer in this world. I see in your demeanor on Sword Tao something that seems to contain that predecessor’s Heaven Cutting Blade Intent."

Qin Ming gave him a gesture of thanks for speaking up for him, and then informed him: "He was my master."

Suddenly, the scene fell quiet.

Meng Xinghai thought, this young man really talked big, seemed unreliable!

As he knew, that Blade Master had disappeared after retreating to seclusion due to fading vitality, and he guessed he couldn’t have lived many years.

Li Qingyue also showed a peculiar expression, looking at her former friend, how had he changed so much in two years?

"Chonghe, don’t speak nonsense," Cui Hong said.

"My master, though he lost an arm, after creating the Heaven Cutting Blade Intent and defeating all his opponents, had no obsessions left. In his later years, he trod the mountains and unexpectedly found rare Spiritual Material, which extended his life and allowed him to walk the Newborn Road again, indeed living till now, but now indeed nearing his end."

Qin Ming calmly spoke, recounting some real scenes he had seen in the Blade Manual, reproducing many words of the one-armed old man, and even described his appearance.

Old Boar was the first to be stunned, exclaiming, "Is it really him?!"

Meng Xinghai was also somewhat spaced out, remembering some venerable ones. If there were no paths forward, or someone reached old age without hope, some would choose to enter deep mountains and great marshes in search of opportunities. Did this Blade Master have some incredible fortuity?

Cui Hong was also shocked; if it was true, a Sword Master over two hundred years old would be extraordinary!

Qin Ming didn’t care if they believed him or not; his current situation was so bad, there was nothing to lose by boasting first.

"How about we leave today’s matter as it is?" the Old Boar spoke up. It leaped from Qin Ming’s hand to the ground and called him to join on the road.

Cui Hong quietly watched, planning to take away the young master after they walked this segment.

However, he soon became unsettled as he smelled a familiar pungent odor.

Meng Xinghai and Li Qingyue also frowned instantly, holding their breath, and then backed away.

In the dark depths, Qin Ming witnessed firsthand as the palm-sized pig reached the ground, and released a large puddle of urine, turning a patch of yellow sand into a vast pool of water.

Boom, boom, boom!

The entire desert erupted again, the black mist swirling intensely.

"Let’s go, what are you waiting for? I’m seeing you off," Old Boar turned back, pouted at Qin Ming, signaling him to follow.

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