Night Without End
Chapter 95 - 61 Pieced-Together False Life

Chapter 95: Chapter 61 Pieced-Together False Life

Qin Ming rubbed his temples; every time he labored to think back on those fragmented memories, he would feel a slight headache and a sense of exhaustion on his spirit.

One could imagine how severe his injuries must have been in the past. Despite having been reborn over and over, continuously improving his physique, he had yet to fully recover.

However, he was certain recovery should be imminent. With the successive postnatal transformations from the womb, he was finally going to resolve the last remaining minor issues on his body.

"Very disjointed images, my life seems pieced together, almost false," Qin Ming frowned.

As a young child, he lived a life of poverty, with tattered clothes patched up all over. Yet, by the time he was thirteen or fourteen, everything was markedly different.

Within those fragmented images, he once rode a mutant beast in a wild chase outside the giant city. It was a mount both tall and mighty, its scales shimmering with a nebulous radiance, clearly not a common Alien Species.

Moreover, he had lived in a grand mansion, where every artifact was exquisite and luxurious.

The important figures there wore splendid clothes, adorned with beautiful jade, and every aspect of their daily life was marked by refinement. Even the hair ornaments of the women were extraordinary, some crafted with feathers glittering with Golden Radiance, others intertwined with curls of Chixia amid the exquisitely beautiful peach blossoms in their hair.

In this majestic mansion, his name was Cui Chonghe, and he was apparently a member of the Direct Lineage. He had witnessed a youth, a year younger than himself, namely Cui Chongxuan, who after consuming the Three Colored Flower, successfully merged four types of Heavenly Light Force, eliciting amazement.

"It’s baffling," Qin Ming mused to himself.

There he was of the Direct Lineage, and he could sense that his situation wasn’t bad. Clothed in silk and fed with jade, he even traveled on rare Alien Species. But why didn’t he take the path of martial arts cultivation?

After Cui Chongxuan merged the four singular Heavenly Light Forces, he caused an uproar, being highly praised by the elders of the Cui Family, deemed incredible, and for that, they helped him find the invaluable "Six Imperial Heart Sutra."

"Merging four types of Heavenly Light Force, doesn’t seem like much," Qin Ming pondered; he had easily surpassed that in this remote place, relying solely on himself.

Some things he couldn’t understand; the fragments he had seen were just too scant.

"Fourteen, that year, must have been a watershed," Qin Ming considered some more incomplete images.

Back then, he lived a life of poverty once more, his clothes no longer fine but plain, even ragged, as he became a youth from a village.

Until one deep night, the Feathered Robed Youth appeared, leading others, as a raging fire engulfed the entire village. Almost everyone there perished, and he too was heavily injured.

Qin Ming wrote down several numbers with tea water on the table: three, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, corresponding to different stages of his life, living lives that were strikingly different, like a pieced-together, false existence.

At the same time, he searched within his shattered past, learning the name of the Feather Robe woman he saw last night—Li Qingyue.

At thirteen or fourteen, he often traveled with peers of his age, all mounting rare mutant beasts, and in those images, Li Qingyue was often there, one of the friends who had a good relationship with him.

"Meeting in a remote place, yet she does not recognize me; is it because I am now down and out, far removed from the Cui Family? Or is there a deeper reason connected to a calamity two years ago that I still can’t access?"

Qin Ming sorted through the timeline, but the more he tried to recall, the more he sought to dig deeper, the more he felt certain life segments were insubstantial, like rootless duckweed, as if not belonging to him.

He shook his head, deciding not to think about it any further. What difference would it make even if he knew more? He was already far away from that giant city, cast adrift here, currently unable to change anything.

What mattered most now was to accumulate strength, and as he elevated his life’s level, those things would naturally come back to memory.

Qin Ming collected his thoughts and once again flipped through the yellowed book before him.

"The name ’Yellow Mud Palm’ may not sound appealing, but according to the old texts, it is a very orthodox and supreme skill..."

Qin Ming was surprised; notes in the back revealed that all practitioners of this Palm Skill held it in high esteem, considering it extremely formidable but due to aptitude issues, many couldn’t reach advanced stages.

The remarks left by some individuals, their tones resembling those of very old experts, even said that the Yellow Mud Palm was not a bit inferior to the Killer Move in Advanced Will Power.

This piqued Qin Ming’s interest completely, prompting him to settle his mind and prepare to delve deeply into the book.

Gradually, a thick fog emerged before his eyes, followed by an old man appearing, practicing various hand dispersion Jin Techniques on the Earth Qi, from life level transformation to cultivation of Heavenly Light Force, and then to the marvelous transformation of Yellow Mud Palm from decay to magic...

Upon seeing the end, Qin Ming was astonished, snapping out of that marvelous realm with soaring thoughts.

This ancient scripture had captivated him, and he couldn’t help but clap in admiration.

"If one could reach that level, the skill would be close to the Tao!"

The name Yellow Mud Palm was taken because the creator was exceedingly humble; when one initially cultivates this Palm Skill to Small Success, they can penetrate bones and rupture organs, breaking the insides of the body through the flesh.

"This is the marvelous use of Soft Strength," Qin Ming confirmed that this Heavenly Light Force was definitely not a single Jin Technique; it must have merged multiple secret powers, otherwise, it wouldn’t be so strong.

"With further success, the Heavenly Light Soft Strength would pierce through the fingertips, shattering armor and tearing apart skin, fur, and scales with ease, destroying dead wood effortlessly."

Then, Qin Ming flipped directly to the last page, with those scenes appearing one after another.

"The highest realm of Yellow Mud Palm is to cultivate a special power, condensing strands of Earth Qi with Heavenly Light Force, dramatically increasing its might."

In the scenes Qin Ming witnessed, the old man stood upon the Earth Qi, his feet able to draw Earth Qi and merge it with Heavenly Light Force. Eventually, the dense Earth Essence Qi gathered between his hands grew more and more concentrated, solidifying as if a layer of yellow mud adhered to his hands.