Night Without End
Chapter 258 - 167: Unpredictable

Chapter 258: Chapter 167: Unpredictable

"He was actually severely injured?" Li Qingyun’s face was flushed, hair snowy white and crystalline. Usually always very composed, now he showed an expression of disbelief.

It was imaginable just how powerful Cao Qianqiu was! The news of his injury shocked even Master Li.

"This is a major event," Meng Xinghai even considered.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming truly felt the status and strength of Cao Qianqiu, like a towering mountain standing in the clouds, pressing heavily on the hearts of all parties.

At the same time, there was great unrest within him.

He came out from that region, what exactly lies within Black and White Mountain?

Cao Qianqiu’s skill was so superb that many feared him, yet he stumbled there!

This time he didn’t break through, but could not surpass - Is there such an incredible figure in that land?

Did Qin Ming miss something on the way here?

"Could there be a reclusive old senior?" he pondered.

Five hundred years ago, Black and White Mountain was a forbidden land that struck fear across the realms, but then collapsed overnight without cause, falling to ruin, becoming a barren place.

Are there masters of the old era who are still alive?

"At such times, we should drink a cup of fine wine," Meng Xinghai smiled, instructing someone to bring luminous cups, Golden Radiance Wine, and more.

Li Qingyun took a sip of the radiant wine and said, "Is there any more concrete news?"

Meng Xinghai said, "An old friend in the mountains sent a message, he dared not approach, but heard from other Aliens that Cao Qianqiu was staggering and needed his disciples to help him walk."

Qin Ming’s heart surged; such a dominant figure was wounded to this extent, he really must have encountered a formidable opponent!

Li Qingyun said, "Now it’s going to be lively, will anyone go to that territory to hunt the injured Cao Qianqiu? For so many years, he had always been at the peak, and no one could do anything to him."

"I reckon there will be turbulence," Meng Xinghai said.

Qin Ming naturally hoped Cao Qianqiu would not walk out of Black and White Mountain. The old guy was too dangerous; just a glance from him might mean being grabbed to death.

But who exactly was the master who struck?

"The area is mysterious, and likely related to god-like creatures, rather than humans," Qin Ming mused.

The current Mountain Master, that white-haired monster, had once wept at a grave there, kowtowing and worshiping earnestly. It was said that the old grave contained an Alien.

Soon, the news spread, causing a huge sensation!

Cao Qianqiu’s injury indeed shook all parties, and the name of Black and White Mountain, a name long dormant, once again appeared on the desks of many powerful forces.

All of this had nothing to do with Qin Ming. The battles of great figures were still too far away from him.

"The Five Thunders Refining the Organs is quite miraculous!" Qin Ming became deeply absorbed as he began to study this book.

He first heard about it at the Luofu Mountain Ruins, never expecting to lay his hands on it today.

It could inner strengthen oneself, and also seemed to be combinable with Purple Mansion Thunder Fire.

Unfortunately, the freshly scented handwritten copy of the "Five Thunders Refining the Organs" left no emotional traces, and Qin Ming couldn’t determine who gifted the book.

"When Thunder Fire combines, dragon and tiger meet; inner refining Great Medicine may truly be achievable one day," after studying the book, Qin Ming felt it had immense value.

Within his viscera, Five Colored Radiance flowed, followed by Thunder Light weaving through, booming outward, startling a drowsy talking sparrow into fluttering its wings frantically, nearly crashing into the beam.

"Mountain Master, you truly have the capacity of a chancellor’s stomach, thundering through your innards," it wore an expression of deep admiration.

Qin Ming looked at it, asking, "Do you have any inheritance?"

It sighed, "Life for a bird is tough, I only have the most rudimentary skills from the mountains, the kind everyone knows; Little Sparrow I may have divinity, but to rise I can only rely on body mutation."

"I’ll pass you two scriptures," Qin Ming said, writing down the "Black Roc Fragmented Scripture" he obtained at Shenshang Plains.

"Heavens above, earth below, it’s Peng Clan’s mental method, Little Sparrow I’m almost moved to tears of joy. I could jump into training right now to repay the Mountain Master," the talking sparrow was extremely excited, turning somersaults, raising a wing pointing towards the sky, passionately swearing to follow the Mountain Master to the death.

"I also have a Dharma of a mysterious bird like a brocade sparrow resembling a phoenix..."

Before Qin Ming could finish, the talking sparrow became giddy, overwhelmed by happiness, as if drunk, nearly plummeting to the ground.

One more line from Qin Ming rendered it completely solemn, instantly sobered.

"Your current strength is weak, for now, practice in Chixia City. I’m about to set off—where I’m going could be very dangerous, following me might get you into trouble."

"Mountain Master, you’re off alone again?" the talking sparrow looked hopelessly at him.

Qin Ming nodded, "After imparting the two scriptures to you, devote yourself here to improvement."

"Alas, Little Sparrow is too weak," the talking sparrow mourned, sighing, as it memorized the two scriptures silently, preparing to arduously cultivate.

Qin Ming truly feared that if it stayed with him, it might be accidentally killed. As his strength grew, so did the level of opponents, if a bloody battle broke out, just a flash of Consciousness Spiritual Light or an arrow imbued with Divine Wisdom from an opponent could take the talking sparrow’s life.

He consoled it, "Train well, maybe you’ll become the next Master of Black and White Mountain, and won’t always have to call others Mountain Master."

For now, Qin Ming had set his sights on Kunleng.

Soon, he would depart for that special region between the three Great Dynasties of Yu, Qian, and Rui.

There are numerous academies, dojos, as well as blessed lands and incredibly dangerous forbidden lands, all of which have their own significance, with various legends and immense prestige.

In Qin Ming’s current state, there is no need to be tethered to a single sect.

Kunleng not only borders the Three Great Dynasties, but also has close ties with the Esoteric Buddhism and the Outer World.

As long as all kinds of scriptures are open to Qin Ming, it doesn’t matter where he goes, observing different scriptures is most beneficial to him.

Before the journey, Qin Ming had a small gathering with Wu Zheng, Xu Cheng, and Sister Fenfang.

"At first, I was indeed teasing that Zheng Maoze, but later, I vaguely felt something was wrong, there’s an aura around him that only an old merchant would have," Xu Cheng informed, suspecting that Zheng Maoze might have encountered "a situation".

Qin Ming was deep in thought; theoretically, the Outer World was full of experts. If Zheng Maoze had a problem, it should have been detected immediately.

Or perhaps, when Zheng Maoze returned this time, he was just entangled by something inexplicable? Suddenly, Qin Ming’s heart chilled—could it be that the Big Centipede wasn’t completely dead?

He frowned; ordinarily, it wouldn’t be possible. The four old seniors hunted the divine together, leaving no chance for it.

Qin Ming shook his head, thinking he was overthinking it. If there really was a problem, he took so much of the divinity; this karmic connection would be huge, and that "great existence" would inevitably come to find him first.

The group drank to a slightly tipsy state, clamoring to enter the mountain. They had teamed up several times to search for spiritual material in the mountain, only to return in disgrace each time.

"I still remember the incident where that grey-clothed man intercepted our Snow Lotus; it was so infuriating!" Zhou Lin was so angry she was about to spew another round of expletives.

Qin Ming also thought of that person. Later, he even saw that figure but couldn’t catch up. He now felt a strong urge to go into the mountain and catch him!

Soon after, a group entered the mountain, following also was the talking sparrow, which quickly started networking with the mountain birds, inquiring if there was such a person who liked intercepting.

To their surprise, they received an answer directly. This is a grey organization that likes to do such things but doesn’t offend people to death, robbing wealth without killing.

That day, Qin Ming, Xu Cheng, and the others destroyed that base in the mountain, obtaining quite a bit of Day Gold and spiritual material.

Zhou Lin finally stopped cursing, returning with a face full of smiles this time.

Qin Ming only took some Day Gold; the level of spiritual material here was not high enough and had long been useless to him.

The eyes of the talking sparrow and Wu Zheng were full of enthusiasm; Xu Cheng and Zhou Lin were also very happy with their great harvest.

That day, news came that made everyone’s expressions stiff. Cao Qianqiu wasn’t injured at all. This old guy was purely fishing, instead, he killed two possessed powerful beings.

"That old undead fellow!" Many were quite disappointed.

Reportedly, Cao Qianqiu recently had a whim, sensing something unusual, believing that someone wanted to harm him, hence he deliberately "showed weakness" to lure the enemy.

"At such a level, is it really so terrifying?" Qin Ming was deep in thought, could those old seniors sense events that were about to happen in advance?

"Old fellows at such levels, walking at the forefront, are indeed quite outrageous," Li Qingyun sighed.

However, the next day, another piece of news arrived, making everyone’s expressions even more colorful.

After killing two possessed strongmen, Cao Qianqiu really encountered an accident, his whim... miscalculated the target.

Meng Xinghai said, "People from the Fangwai Heaven Pure Land have already confirmed, this time it’s true, Old Cao ran back overnight to recover."

"What exactly is the situation?" Qin Ming was eager to know.

"Still at Black and White Mountain..."

Cao Qianqiu wandered to Black and White Mountain indeed with some intentions, trying to find something, having learned about various situations from locals, inquiring about abnormal legends, etc.

In a village, an old man was very enthusiastic, telling Cao Qianqiu about a bizarre incident he encountered in his youth, where a kite he flew returned stained with blood.

When Qin Ming heard this, he sensed familiarity, because he had also heard this story!

Could it be Old Man Liu who enthusiastically pointed the way?

Soon, Qin Ming learned about the situation near Shuangshu Village where Cao Qianqiu encountered a problem.

Reportedly, after understanding the situation, his Consciousness Spiritual Light turned directly into a crimson big sun, soaring into the night sky, carefully exploring the entire region.

But not long after, he let out a muffled grunt, the dazzling sun instantaneously dimmed, plunging down rapidly, and then he took his disciples and ran away overnight.

"Could this also be fake?" Li Qingyun doubted, so far, he was somewhat skeptical, wondering if Cao Qianqiu was luring the enemy a second time.

Meng Xinghai shook his head, said: "This time it’s not false, people within Pure Land who don’t get along with him confirmed, he indeed has wounds, but they are not particularly serious. Moreover, he himself declared, saying no outsider can severely injure him."

Qin Ming was eager to know what exactly the old guy encountered.

Cao Qianqiu did not reveal any secrets, only said that those unconvinced could investigate for themselves.

That night, as Qin Ming fell into sleep, he was suddenly seized by a sense of horror; he abruptly opened his eyes, then sensed something amiss.

He felt his consciousness was like leaving his body, about to be engulfed in a pitch-black fog.

He wanted to rush back to his body, but he didn’t manage to do so, had touched blood and flesh but couldn’t return, being pulled away by some inexplicable force; at the last moment, all his consciousness managed to grab was an object with his "hand."

After that, he completely distanced himself from his body.

"This fog..." Qin Ming was frightened, recalling that at the Six Imperial Ancestor Court, he once saw, behind Lu Zizai and the Six Imperial Ancestor’s body, appearing endless black fog, and within that fog, terrifying giants corresponding to the two were radiating golden light.

He felt he had entered a similar black fog!

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