Night Without End
Chapter 234 - 149: The Ancestral Court Elder’s Miracle Medicine Harvested

Chapter 234: Chapter 149: The Ancestral Court Elder’s Miracle Medicine Harvested

The night fog was thick, the rain still falling, and the mighty mountain tops were in disarray—multicolored feathers, crimson scales, silver-white broken spines... all stained with blood.

Should any outsider arrive, they would surely be shocked to find the peak littered with an old monster of injurious appearance lying all around.

Qin Ming stood as if engulfed in a golden Fierce Sun, indifferent to the pouring rain, not a drop touching him, as he looked upon his spoils with utmost satisfaction.

"Bring me the Miracle Medicine."

Upon hearing this, Old Donkey immediately shuddered, struggling to rise, disregarding the murderous gaze of Black Roc, it walked over with a piece of pure and flawless crystal, its face full of reverence.

After receiving it, Qin Ming showed a smile. The fist-sized crystal gleamed with a dark radiance; within was a black liquid of potent medicinal properties, seemingly very extraordinary.

Black Roc couldn’t accept this. Its naked body trembled with rage; its bird beak almost snapped in anger. It had exchanged a significant price for this Big Medicine from a reputable elder of its species, and now it ended up aiding the enemy!

It opened its mouth to spew out a dark glow but was instead kicked away by Qin Ming, its beak cracking.

"Stop!"

"Your Majesty!"

This was Black Roc’s territory. Some of its followers were fiercely loyal—mostly Bird Demons—now spreading their wings to rush over, trying to rescue it.

Qin Ming raised his Jade Iron Blade, initially blasting several raptors, then directly Guiding the lightning. Instantly, silver serpents danced atop the mountain peak, interlacing bolts creating a spectacle.

Amidst the deafening thunder and lightning, a flock of raptors were all struck down, plummeting to the ground, all meeting their deaths.

At this moment, although Qin Ming appeared refined and ethereal, in the eyes of the several old monsters, he undoubtedly resembled a youthful demon god.

He wielded his blade, summoning the night sky’s lightning, striking down a group of Bird Demons, creating a tremendous deterrent force, causing many Demons to shudder uncontrollably.

"Move your brothers into that tall building," commanded Qin Ming to Old Donkey.

"Third, you truly are spineless!" roared Fire Qilin.

Head drooping, Old Donkey dared not to meet its gaze, its front hooves exuding Heavenly Light Force, dragging its sworn second brother towards the Giant Palace.

"Donkey Third, do you think he will let you off just like that?" spoke the silver porcupine, grimacing in pain, as all its spines had been shot away, blood flowing all over its body.

Qin Ming approached, taking the cloud-patterned Silver Bow into his hands, admiring it: "Fine bow, capable of adjusting its power as needed, with this I won’t need to change weapons for a long time."

The silver porcupine’s eyes flared with fire, yet, given it was a prisoner, its threats were meaningless.

Qin Ming ignored it and kicked off the mask of an injured human man, revealing the face of a middle-aged individual, about thirty-odd years old.

"Speak, where are you from, and why come after me?"

Contrary to his expectations, the man was very cooperative, saying, "I come from the God-like Association on the Shenshang Plain, I was invited by Black Roc to join the battle."

Soon, Qin Ming understood that this organization’s supreme leader might be related to god-like creatures!

The God-like Association on the Shenshang Plain was merely a small branch’s node, not large in scale, and the masked man was the second-in-command of this node.

In a tall edifice constructed of Black Gold Stone, Qin Ming called Old Donkey over and asked, "When I visited Wolf Palace last time, how did you anticipate my arrival?"

"It was a message from the God-like Association," Old Donkey replied.

"Is that so?" He questioned the man laying on the ground.

"We indeed engage in ’information trade,’ but I am not aware of this matter; our leader personally handled it."

Qin Ming resonated in Spirit, discovering neither Old Donkey nor he was lying.

At that time, the God-like Association sent a Bird Demon to deliver the message, for which Black Roc paid a hefty price.

A chill crossed Qin Ming’s face. The God-like Association, even at this node’s leader being human, was selling out their kind to Alien Species.

He pressed for the location of the organization and more detailed information.

Then, with a smile, he said, "I’m quite interested in your swordsmanship; let’s have a discussion."

The man’s face was expressionless—he was about to be robbed of his Sword Manual!

Thinking that he wouldn’t survive, why should he hand it over?

He had already gathered enough Heavenly Light, ready for Self-extinguishing, to avoid suffering.

However, as Qin Ming was resonating with his Spirit, he instantly dispersed the man’s Heavenly Light, preventing his suicide.

"Speak quickly, recite the entire Sword Scripture, and I’ll grant you a quick end," Qin Ming demanded.

The man was stubborn, a surge of negative emotions flooding forward. At last, he recited a Sword Scripture full of "traps," named the "Fiery Sun Sword Scripture."

This Secret Manual was profoundly sophisticated, having produced swordsmanship masters!

Qin Ming resonated with him in Spirit, separating the wheat from the chaff, envisioning a series of clear scenes, obtaining the complete Scripture.

In the end, he held the Mutton Fat Jade Iron Blade, demonstrating the Fiery Sun Sword Scripture there. In not much time, on the snowy white blade, wisps of fire began to flicker.

"Impossible!" The man was stunned. The scripture he recited was riddled with errors, full of pitfalls; training according to that would assuredly lead to disaster.

Moreover, even if he had given the True Scripture, how could the youth possibly comprehend it in such a short time? Even the founders of various teachings would have struggled to fathom it immediately at his age.

"Excellent, a profound Sword Scripture, indeed a unique technique," commended Qin Ming sincerely, genuinely admiring it, having already sheathed his blade.

The man felt his mind unraveling—the other party had indeed mastered his family’s Sword Manual. He couldn’t accept it. What demonic level of Talent was this? To be successful with the wrong scripture!

Qin Ming captured a newly mutated Bird, preparing to test the medicine on it.