Chapter 1695 - 668: Tearing the Tranquility (Part 2)

Chapter 1695: Chapter 668: Tearing the Tranquility (Part 2)

During his time at the Black and White Mountain, he once ate clusters of locust flowers, and he indeed missed them a bit.

"If you like them, I’ll make them again and bring them to you," Sister-in-law Bai said, holding the little girl’s hand as she left.

In the evening, Jia Heng returned with his team, still with no casualties among the villagers—all were quite cautious. One outsider was injured, reportedly nearly dragged away by a pale hand in the quagmire, severed one of his feet, and escaped using Blood Escape.

As the night deepened, Jia Heng came to find Qin Ming for a drink, his spirits low. Once again, he asked, "Brother, are you sure you’ve never heard of Great Saint Su Qingwei outside?"

Qin Ming nodded and replied, "I haven’t heard of her. The world is so big, even with the stature of a Great Saint, she might not be renowned everywhere, perhaps famous in one or two domains. It’s normal for me not to have heard of her."

"Brother Er Yong, I know you’re a skilled master. The circles you mingle in should be able to reach a Great Saint, so I came to you with this question." Jia Heng’s old face was full of sadness.

He then began drinking sulkily, with a heart full of worries.

Qin Ming advised, "Old brother, don’t be so gloomy. Maybe that girl has been in seclusion for years."

Jia Heng shook his head and sighed, "She doesn’t have the resources for seclusion. Our sect has long declined; fifty years ago, she likely went to Feixian Mountain."

At this point, the voice of the gray-haired Great Grandmaster trembled as he said, "I should have realized; she might be staying there forever."

He held a corner of a jade pendant, severely damaged, his hand slightly trembling, and said, "Today, I took the risk of venturing into a certain area, and found this. It looks just like the one she wore back then."

"Junior Sister, there’s been no news from you all these years. I felt something was amiss back then; you indeed went into Feixian Mountain and never came out." Jia Heng choked with emotion.

Qin Ming resonated, realizing his sadness was genuine, not feigned.

Suddenly, he sighed along as well, for even a Great Saint venturing deep into Feixian Mountain was inadequate.

Tears flowed from Jia Heng, as he muttered, claiming he wasn’t so old, only a bit over a hundred. When he first came here, he was still in his prime and had been a top prodigy, but suffered serious injuries that aged him prematurely.

He seemed very distressed, drinking heavily and talking to himself about many things.

"My sect, in that distant past, once awe-struck the Night Fog World, to the utmost brilliance."

Jia Heng’s face was filled with the look of vicissitudes, his old eyes red with emotion, publicly declaring he came from a Taoist lineage called Cangming, now long forgotten, but was once a Supreme Dojo.

Qin Ming was genuinely astonished. He had vaguely heard of Cangming. Some people commented during the changes of Supreme Dojos that there were no eternal heritages, nor any teachings immune to rise and fall; even the mighty Cangming had vanished in history’s river.

"The sect’s texts are incomplete, lacking resources, yet junior sister still had a Great Saint’s potential early on, but dared not be too proactive due to our sect’s enemies. To find resources for our junior brothers and sisters, she ventured out alone... too responsible."

According to Jia Heng, Su Qingwei was a direct descendant of the founder ancestor master of Cangming Dojo, always wanting to revive the dojo.

Qin Ming asked, "Why did she choose Feixian Mountain? It’s... too dangerous there."

"Because it’s far enough not to draw the attention of hostile forces."

Through Jia Heng’s sporadic drunken words, Qin Ming gained a direct impression of the woman named Su Qingwei—amazingly talented, responsible, and daring for her junior brothers and sisters, and for the sect.

Jia Heng gulped down a mouthful of wine and said, "During Cangming Dojo’s peak, we had herb fields on Feixian Mountain. Junior Sister entered the mountain with only a land deed, but surely hadn’t reached her destination and met with misfortune, harmed by someone."

Qin Ming showed a look of shock. What is Feixian Mountain? The world’s number one mountain.

Cangming Dojo once occupied a mountaintop here, and still has a "land deed" in hand, indicating how powerful they were in ancient times.

Qin Ming asked, "Isn’t it said that beings claiming mountaintops here might involve forces from deep within the Night Fog World?"

Jia Heng nodded, saying, "Yes, but our Cangming Dojo also had the credentials to sit here back then."

Yet in this era, the once Supreme Dojo only managed to produce a Great Saint, needing her to risk herself venturing out for the sect’s resources, utterly fallen.

Qin Ming gazed at the night sky, deeply feeling that no matter how powerful someone is, they will age, and even the most glorious dojo will eventually diminish, unable to escape fading away; no one can forever stand at the apex.

Surviving in the Night Fog World is extremely cruel.

"I initially planned to make a big gamble, bringing you along, thinking I might bring you great fortune. But now, seeing that my junior sister Su Qingwei, with Great Saint stature, likely died there, I won’t drag you along anymore."

Jia Heng got up, staggering as he left.

He once said he wanted to give himself closure, and was actually preparing to risk everything, following in his junior sister’s footsteps to explore deep into Feixian Mountain.

At Shallow Night, Qin Ming ventured into the mountain again, separating from the main team at the foot.

This time, however, he reached a height of around a thousand feet. In the context of the larger mountain body, this was still at the base.

"Insect Emperor elder, forgive me, please conduct the trial."

Qin Ming brought out the Little Worm and it was the turn for Two Puppets to stand guard.

He dug casually into the jungle, revealing the four-color Fire Spring seeping out. The entire large mountain was rich with Spirit Essence.

Little Worm quickly entered the state, breaking through Esoteric Buddhism’s barriers consecutively.

"Seeing this, it’s not that Two Puppets followed a similar Esoteric Path. Ancient strongest beings’ bodies are incredibly exaggerated, adapting to other Cultivation Techniques remains relatively suitable."