My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

490 Another Great Gift

“So, you don’t believe in the heavens or destiny?” Qin Huai asked, surprised. “If that’s the case, why do you practice the thousand divination blood technique, Brother Gou?”

Gou Jie paced back and forth. “My calculations are a bit different from those old fellows. Even though the sky shows a bloody moon and a heavenly wolf consuming the sun, there’s a hint of dragon energy in the east. This could be a wild card.”

“A dragon… What do you think?” Qin Huai asked.

“The old dragon holds the life spring and carries the aura of a king,” was the reply.

Suddenly, a loud yell echoed from the bottom of the cliff. “Where are you running to, demon?!”

Hearing this, Qin Huai wasted no time and raced down the cliff.

Gou Jie watched him, murmuring, “It’s a coincidence. Brother Qin was born in Lingjiang, the easternmost of the ten counties of East Qingzhou. It’s where the dragon rises from the wilderness, carrying the power of a king…or rather, an emperor. In the end, is it the blood moon in the sky or the dragon carrying the sea of life that will change the world?”

Just then, one of the wooden beads on Gou Jie’s necklace suddenly broke, and blood gushed from his nose. “Forget it, it doesn’t matter. Let destiny take its course!”

After wiping away the blood, he staggered and nearly fell, then hurried down the mountain.

…

Not long after, peace returned to the main road leading to the ten counties of East Qingzhou. On the third day, another group emerged from the secret tunnel in the Three Cauldron Elixir Dispensary leading to Qingzhou City.

“Hurry up!” called an ancient martial artist dressed in white, looking wise. He and his group were carrying stacks of scriptures, old books, and many large wooden crates.

Among them were Xiang Mingfeng and She Wanshan, who had just returned from Wuji Mountain. The last person out was Kong Binghuang, the master of Wuji Mountain who had recently been in a fierce battle.

“Mountain Chief Kong!” Qin Huai rushed over to him.

“Qin. Alliance Master Qin,” Kong Binghuang greeted him with a look of respect. “You are indeed talented. Not only have you managed to get these proud geniuses to follow you willingly, but you also defeated Shang Yinzhong, a fifth-level visceral prefecture realm expert, at such a young age.”

With that, Kong Binghuang patted Qin Huai on the shoulder with approval.

“Mountain Chief, you give me too much credit. If Shang Yinzhong was prepared, I might not have been able to defeat him.”

Qin Huai was being humble and truthful. Shang Yinzhong had underestimated him due to his higher level in the visceral realm, which led to his quick defeat. However, even if Shang Yinzhong had been cautious, he probably still wouldn’t have been a match for Qin Huai. It would have just taken a bit longer to defeat him.

“What are your next plans, Mountain Chief?” Qin Huai asked.

“Well, naturally, I’m returning to Wuji Mountain,” Kong Binghuang replied with a smile.

“Hmm?” Qin Huai was surprised. “But Qingzhou City is now like a lion’s den. With the overseer and the Sacred Heart Sect constantly watching, I fear…”

He thought that Kong Binghuang returning now would be too risky. Moreover, as one of the top fighters in Qingzhou, having him on their side would make their next moves easier.

“Don’t worry. Once we eliminate the traitor within us, we can activate our sect’s protective formation,” Kong Binghuang explained. “Unless the demon and the followers of the Sacred Heart Sect are extraordinarily powerful, they won’t be able to take down our Wuji Mountain.”

He added that this is also why they wanted to destroy the sects from within. Despite the differences in strength of the protective formations of the sects, they were all built with the blood and sweat of many ancestors and were extremely strong.

Kong Binghuang continued, “Also, I don’t think you created the alliance to share Qingzhou with the demons and the Sacred Heart Sect, did you?”

“Of course not.” Qin Huai nodded. “As long as the blood sea in Qingzhou City remains, we don’t know what kind of monsters it will produce in the future. It would be a constant source of trouble.”

“In that case, we need to leave some people in Qingzhou City to monitor the situation,” Kong Binghuang said gravely. “The disciples of Wuji Mountain and I will take on this responsibility. We will guard Wuji Mountain and keep an eye on the movements of the demons and the leaders of the Sacred Heart Sect. We will send you information regularly.”

Qin Huai looked at Xiang Mingfeng. The latter bluntly said, “Master doesn’t want our ancestors’ heritage to fall into the hands of those thieves. Plus, there are weapon tombs and various ancient items preserved on Wuji Mountain that must be protected, even if it costs my life.”

“Stop bragging!” Kong Binghuang rolled his eyes at Xiang Mingfeng’s statement and gave him a good-natured shove, sending him sprawling on the ground.

Xiang Mingfeng quickly got up, dusted himself off, and acted as if nothing had happened. “He wouldn’t listen to my advice on our way here,” he said, pointing to the large pile of scriptures and wooden boxes on the ground. “Master asked me to bring them out to be sent to the Nine Dragons Sect of Lingjiang.”

Along the way, Xiang Mingfeng had revealed Qin Huai’s true identity.

Kong Binghuang laughed. “The Nine Dragons Sect and my Wuji Mountain share the same lineage. We’re both sub-sects of the True Path Sect.”