Chapter 1702 - 670: Night Raid on Feixian Mountain

Chapter 1702: Chapter 670: Night Raid on Feixian Mountain

Qin Ming gazed at Feixian Mountain cloaked in the vast night, and asked, "Are there any more masters?"

He intended to climb the mountain overnight and needed to inquire thoroughly.

His Taoist pursuits had become increasingly profound, enabling him to engage beings of the highest order, and though he’d sparred and battled fiercely, he had yet to vanquish a Great Saint of the current era.

Jia Heng pondered, and said, "That White Qilin holds a high status; perhaps there really are other strong ones accompanying him."

With a mere wave of its hand, the White Qilin could dispatch three Grandmasters down the mountain, clearly showing its extraordinary standing.

Jia Heng, with a worried expression, advised that it was best to leave quickly while the situation had not yet escalated, lest facing a great disaster just from the current circumstances.

Qin Ming was resolute, "Evil remains, while the victims must avoid its edge and flee in haste, allowing him to lord over from Feixian Mountain, looking down—what sense does this make?"

Jia Heng opened his mouth, though worried that Qin Ming might encounter trouble by storming the mountain, he knew he couldn’t persuade him otherwise.

"If you do go up the mountain, take that half of the land deed," Jia Heng reminded.

With the land deed, one could activate that piece of Immortal Field, which would be much more convenient.

The declining Cangming Sect currently had two and a half land deeds.

In those days, this dojo could claim land at Feixian Mountain, including some Immortal Fields, indicating its former glory, enough to sit at the same table with major organizations in the deeper parts of the Yewu World.

Qin Ming found half of a land deed on the Elder Qilin, an object old yet undamaged, actually crafted from immortal skin.

Jia Heng, with a look of regret, said, "The land deeds can sense each other; that ruthless White Qilin had it brought down the mountain, seeking to eradicate completely, and I implicated Changgeng Village."

With a cracking sound, his Spiritual Field shattered. When he was on the mountain, he was soul-searched, and although the other party withdrew in time, unwilling to kill him immediately, the restriction in his Consciousness Realm was triggered nonetheless.

"Even if I live, I am now ruined," Jia Heng sighed.

He had only a small part of his body left; those people were cautious, giving him no chance to counterattack.

He harbored thoughts of death, unwilling to drag out an ignoble existence.

Jia Heng, as if recalling something, said, "Brother Er Yong, although I don’t know your true origins, for your bravery in facing these people alone to seek justice for ordinary villagers, I respect you. I have no Divine Objects on me, only a fragmented Scripture of ’Cangming’; if you don’t mind, I will now impart it to you."

Qin Ming was momentarily stunned; how could he mind? This must be the Essential Scripture of the Cangming Dojo, invaluable. He immediately clasped his fists to express his gratitude.

Jia Heng didn’t waste words, immediately manifesting the Scripture Meaning for him with fragmented Consciousness Spiritual Light.

"It’s a pity; I never found out what happened to Junior Sister Su Qingwei, how she is, whether she still lives?"

"Perhaps, she was harmed fifty years ago, and it’s just my own impractical fantasy. How lamentable, my Cangming Dojo, once high above the firmament, has met such an end; the only Great Saint seedling in posterity vanished as well."

Jia Heng mused inwardly, his Soul Light gradually extinguishing, soon plunging into darkness.

Qin Ming spoke, "Little Huang, gather his remnant soul as well."

The golden silk parasol slowly turned in the night sky, flowing with Immortal Light, accompanied by Purple Qi, auspiciousness lingering, indeed far more sacred than before.

Qin Ming gestured, causing it to release the Soul Light of the black-robed youth, the Red Robed Elder, and others; he intended to conduct inquiries efficiently.

Since he was going up the mountain, he naturally needed full preparation, unable to directly charge forward recklessly.

"You..." The black-robed youth, having been soul-searched, had the restriction in his consciousness and soul explode instantly, leaving behind only a remnant soul.

The golden silk parasol sighed ethereally, "Just gained supplies, immediately they become consumable."

Qin Ming said, "Just shattered, the meat rotten in the pot."

He used them without a twinge of pain. This time, truly angered, he continued soul-searching, extracting as much information as possible before each restriction exploded.

As time passed, Qin Ming gradually pieced together some extremely valuable information.

This group came from a superior power deeper within the Yewu World, the Qilin Sect.

The White Qilin was not the spirit guarding the medicine garden; this time he was merely on patrol.

The Immortal Field, planted with Big Medicines enhancing Talent, regarded as a treasure garden by the young generation of the Qilin Sect, could enhance their aptitude, making many geniuses yearn and covet intensely.

Apparently, ordinary talents could not become inspectors; it was a plump assignment.

According to soul-searching, many herbs in that medicine field had yet to fully mature.

Qin Ming frowned, "After expelling Cangming Dojo, this became a private park of the Qilin Sect, possibly using the diverse terrain of Feixian Mountain to set up a trial ground."

He continued exploring, piecing together useful information.

Soon, Qin Ming’s heart sank; the spirit guarding the medicine garden was unexpectedly a top Ancestor Master, barging in recklessly might mean certain death!

That Immortal Field hid such a great danger!

He stood silent for a long time.

Furthermore, it wasn’t even the top-level medicine field, yet deeper within the ancient medicine garden, an utmost Earth Immortal personally presided.

In the highest-level Secret Realm, a Mist Gate was set up, ready to seek aid from the Qilin Sect.

Qin Ming’s expression was grave; it was truly a Dragon’s Cave and Tiger’s Den.

"Hmm, there’s still an opportunity; I can climb the mountain overnight, exploiting a time difference," Qin Ming continued soul-searching, his furrowed brow gradually relaxing.

The Elder Ancestor Master, watching over the treasure medicines in the White Qilin’s Immortal Field, had gone out of his own volition, visiting a friend deep in the mountains.