Night Without End
Chapter 213 - 137: One More Option

Chapter 213: Chapter 137: One More Option

In the dense night fog, the silvery firelight extinguished, leaving only Qin Ming’s fist flowing with the fierce Heavenly Light Force, pressing against the forehead of his opponent.

Yu Zhuohan lay motionless on the ground, having completely passed out.

From a distance, Cui He and Cui Shuning were experiencing intense emotional ups and downs, feeling choked up in the chest—the worst scenario had materialized.

The strength of the Fake Cui Chonghe far exceeded both of their expectations; had he been a disciple of the Cui Family, they couldn’t help but cheer loudly, for he was definitely a stunning young hero that would amaze all!

However, the rift between them and Qin Ming was so vast and unbridgeable that there was no way to improve relations.

Most crucially, allowing the Fake Cui Chonghe to continue growing in this manner meant that, setting aside others, just the two of them felt like they would lose sleep.

Silence pervaded the wilderness, and waves of shock stirred in the hearts of a group of youngsters, truly startled.

Instantly, their area burst into clamor and heated discussion.

"Wake up!" Qin Ming tugged at Yu Zhuohan, wondering how he could have fainted? He wanted to resonate with him at the peak of his emotional outburst.

Qin Ming realized that his Heavenly Light Force merged with Unity was harmful to Esoteric Buddhism’s "Divine Wisdom," exuding an oppressive feel, so he had no choice but to retract the fist light.

He prepared to search and collect the spoils of battle.

Suddenly, an alarm rose in his heart, a chill ran down his spine—unknowingly, two figures had appeared nearby, silently watching.

One of them was Meng Xinghai, which relieved him.

The other was wrapped in a black robe, indistinguishable as male or female, but clearly concerned for Yu Zhuohan.

They likely appeared here out of fear that he would deliver a killing blow and obliterate Yu Zhuohan.

Of course, Qin Ming wouldn’t do such a thing; he didn’t want to make enemies gratuitously. The silver-haired youngster once confronted Cui Shuning, intending to use the experience to temper himself.

It was evident that the young man did not obey the Cui Family.

Qin Ming believed that had he killed Yu Zhuohan, Cui He and Cui Shuning would find pleasure in it.

Because, the silver-haired youth most probably had a significant background and extraordinary strength, being a born abnormal ability user, which Esoteric Buddhism would surely like.

Qin Ming’s hand was already reaching out, wanting to "pick treasures" from Yu Zhuohan’s bosom, but Meng Xinghai watching was one thing, the person in the black robe was also eyeing that hand of his.

Embarrassed, yet politely, he chuckled and said, "Brother, the ground is covered in dew. Best get up quick, I assure you I didn’t hit too hard."

Qin Ming’s outstretched hand naturally could no longer rummage for spoils of war, and so he casually shook the shoulder of the silver-haired youth, seeking to rouse him.

The person in the black robe spoke, "We are all from Esoteric Buddhism. Weren’t we agreed on amicability? Your nephew here didn’t pull his punches—such fist light as the blazing sun would have burnt through the Divine Wisdom of any ordinary disciple."

Meng Xinghai shook his head, saying, "It’s his first time engaging with disciples from Esoteric Buddhism, unaware of the approaches unique to our path, hence his poor control of intensity."

From distance, Cui He and Cui Shuning, upon hearing this dialogue, felt their minds nearly shatter!

The young expert they found from Esoteric Buddhism, turns out Meng Xinghai knew about him all along, not only recognising each other but also appearing to share some rapport.

Yu Zhuohan woke up to the powerful presence that had given him boundless pressure, now smiling at him—radiantly so.

His heart immediately tightened; such a menacing person was so close, if that terrifying Heavenly Light Force burst forth, his accumulated Divine Wisdom would explode.

"Don’t be scared, just don’t pass out again," Qin Ming quickly comforted.

The person in the black robe approached, saying, "Get up."

Yu Zhuohan’s face turned a slight red, immediately retorting, "I didn’t faint out of fear, but due to the scorching punch light that burned my Divine Wisdom, causing my injury!"

Qin Ming was greatly frustrated, watching the silver-haired youth strap on the Crimson Jade Iron Sword.

Yu Zhuohan looked at him warily, always feeling that this one, once daunting like a mountain, had suspicious eyes.

Thus ended the duel!

Among the watchers in the wilderness, there was joy for some, sorrow for others, with varying moods.

The group of youngsters there, the atmosphere was the liveliest, all stunned by their old friend’s strength.

No one expected his rise to be so swift.

Two years ago, many knew he had met with a misfortune and, if nothing unexpected happened, his life trajectory would have completely changed, never to return to their sight.

That should have been the case indeed; as far as they knew, his journey on the Newborn Road was less than half a year old. Starting so late, with no good cultivation technique, what could he use to catch up?

Yet, it was so incredible that, having fallen from the clouds and lain dormant for over two years, when news of him arose again, he was already an abnormal individual.

Zheng Maorong felt a cold rush up his tailbone. He thought his friend, once fallen to dust, could be easily pressured to stay down in some backwater place, yet today he had become so ferocious.

His heart was filled with intense unease!

By his side, some acquaintances were already bustling about, looking back and planning to invite Qin Ming to a gathering in Chixia City.

"I just knew it, even if he faced great misfortune, he would rise again sooner or later!" someone said with a laugh.

How much truth or falsity lay in these words was difficult to judge.

However, some truly felt happy for Qin Ming. Formerly bowing to pressure, they dared not visit him in Chixia City, and now seeing him struggle out of the quagmire and win the appreciation of Meng Xinghai, as well as the regard of the Li Family Elders, they secretly breathed a sigh of relief for him.

"Hehe..." someone from the direct lineage of the Li Family chuckled, utterly disregarding the gloomy faces of Cui He and Cui Shuning.

After all, what did it matter if Qin Ming kicked Li Qingxiao in the butt twice?

Each time Qin Ming shone bright, it was like shaving away the face of Cui He, Cui Shuning, and others, fueling their irritation and feeling of suffocation in their chests.

As rivals, members of the Li Family’s direct lineage were naturally delighted.

However, when they thought of how Li Qingxu almost killed Qin Ming in the past, they all frowned, feeling that it was a botched ending. Either don’t make a move, or if you do, should have killed him to avoid future troubles.

Thus, slowly, the people from the Li Family couldn’t laugh either.

Only Qi Daoming was still able to smile, greeting Meng Xinghai and chatting about old times from their youth.

Cui He and Cui Shuning took quite a long time to recover, shocked that a "seed" favored by Esoteric Buddhism had actually lost, which further confirmed that Qin Ming deserved to be admitted to the Mountain Sect of Six Imperial, as his potential was even greater than they had imagined.

Cui Shuning turned around and saw the Wang family silently walking into the depths of the night fog, preparing to leave this place.

Cui He, choked with frustration, was the butt of a joke to a group of acquaintances, and now even had to hand over fragments of the Yimu Scripture and Zhu Shi Scripture, feeling extremely aggrieved.

Sure enough, Meng Xinghai came directly towards him with a smile on his face and reached out his hand unwillingly in front of everyone, demanding the Scriptures.

From a distance, sitting on a large green rock, Li Qingyun laughed: "Fifth Master Cui, what do you think of my judgment? You agree I have a keen eye for people, right?"

Fifth Master of the Cui Family wanted to slap him across his face; wasn’t this mocking his poor judgment?

He responded coldly: "The path of rebirth is difficult to traverse, and very few can reach the end. Throughout the generations, how many have become Grandmaster Level figures?"

With that, he became even more reassured; the path of rebirth takes too much time. In contrast, the Close to Immortal talented Chong He, who walks the path of Fangwai, has a much faster rise!

In his view, Chong He was not only able to look down upon his peers on the path of rebirth but could also look down upon the youth, the strong, and the older generations spanning several eras!

Lu Yuzhi glowed with a hazy light, moving through the night mist like an elf emerging from the forest, bright and ethereal. She approached Qin Ming and smiled: "I’d never suspected you were a mutant. In Jinrui City’s Purple Bamboo Forest, you unraveled the eight colors of Heavenly Light Force, which truly surprised me."

She admired him sincerely, impressed by a young man, who had not yet entered the ranks of Yuqing or Six Imperial, but who had such profound understanding of Heavenly Light Force — it was remarkable.

In Lu Yuzhi’s eyes, even the young mutants secretly cultivated by the great religious sects were no better.

Even, she believed that after Qin Ming entered the Mountain Sect of Yuqing and was guided by the Elders, and after strenuous practice of the sect-defining Yuqing Power, he might have a slim chance to compete for titles like Young Master or Young Grandmaster.

Her smile was radiant as she asked, "Would you be interested in joining the Yuqing Lineage?"

Qin Ming felt that the Yuqing Lineage was preparing for the Great Opening Era, expanding rapidly, and this way of discipleship was different from the past, not necessarily cultivating Disciples cautiously, but he was still very interested.

Lu Yuzhi handed him a piece of golden paper, telling him that holding it when going to the Taoist location of Yuqing, he could undergo the test to become a Core Disciple.

Qin Ming nodded with a smile in thanks, seriously tucking it away — whether or not he would go, having one more option was never bad.

Not far away, Cui He and Cui Shuning were taken aback as the Yuqing Lineage proactively offered the "Golden Book," making them even more uncomfortable.

And it was none other than Lu Yuzhi issuing the invitation — a mutant of Yuqing Lineage, someone whom even the elders of the previous generation wouldn’t dare to offend lightly.

"Qin Ming!" A group of youngsters approached, both male and female, surrounding the area enthusiastically.

With Lu Yuzhi there, they naturally followed.

"Everyone, long time no see," Qin Ming greeted them with a smile.

"Hand it over!" Meng Xinghai saw Cui He hesitated, not eagerly giving up the Scriptures and distracted by Qin Ming’s group, and impatiently took matters into his own hands, snatching them away.

"Meng, you are too rude!" Cui He’s hair turned a glowing green, highly dissatisfied.

Having obtained the Scripture, Meng Xinghai couldn’t be bothered to engage in more talk and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, Qin Ming was surrounded by quite a few people, and even the new seed of Esoteric Buddhism, Yu Zhuohan, came over, considering the saying, ’no fight, no acquaintance.’

"Our guests come from afar; return to Chixia City. I will host to wash the dust from your journey," Meng Xinghai invited everyone, from the elders to the middle-aged, to the young.

On the way back, Qin Ming pondered his future path; now that there were more choices, which family would be right to join?

Meng Xinghai spoke solemnly: "You need to think it over carefully; turn around, and I will give you a ’Golden Book’ from Six Imperial, having more options is always better than none."

After that, he handed Qin Ming the remaining fragments of the Yimu Scripture and Zhu Shi Scripture.