Chapter 1703 - 670: Night Raid on Feixian Mountain (2)

Chapter 1703: Chapter 670: Night Raid on Feixian Mountain (2)

"This is how human dealings work: it’s a gesture of goodwill toward a future Great Saint, allowing him to pick two stalks of old medicine, which will in the end be written off as the garden’s normal loss."

This can’t be called stealing while guarding; they do this every time someone comes to inspect. Those above just turn a blind eye and never investigate deeply—it has almost become "custom".

For peerless talents, or beings with tremendous backing, this counts as a kind of "subsidy".

"All the old medicines have restrictions woven over them. That Ancestor Master will go out to visit friends for a day, leaving the White Qilin to break them on its own and pick whatever Big Medicine it fancies."

After Qin Ming rapidly performed Soul Search, his heart grew calm; he already had a clear picture.

This was an Immortal Field painstakingly cultivated for beings beneath the Ancestor Master.

"So it’s mainly Miracle Medicines that enhance Talent?"

Qin Ming frowned. Did he need to improve his aptitude? He didn’t care much.

Back in Doushuai Temple, he had "supplemented" himself plenty, all of it top-grade nourishing secret medicine, yet the increase to his root bone and the like had truly been limited.

If outsiders learned what he was thinking, they would certainly sink into a long, speechless silence.

For many, these Big Medicines that raise the level of life itself and alter Talent are priceless treasures, nothing could ever be traded for them.

Qin Ming nodded to himself in secret, and said, "Still, it’s not bad. There are also a few Big Medicines tied to breaking through. If they’ve already matured, they might open the Ancestor Master Domain."

He ended the Soul Search, then swept his gaze in all directions.

Within Changgeng Village, bloodstains were everywhere, a dead silence hung over it; no longer was there the rising cooking smoke of daily life. The laughter and joy of the past would never appear again.

Qin Ming went to look at the corpses; all of them had their vital force crushed.

If treated with Immortal Elixir, perhaps a few could be pulled back to yang, but with so many people, he had no power to turn back fate.

The golden silk parasol said, "With Heavenly Immortal Level Taoist skill, one could raise the dead and restore flesh to bare bone."

Yet in this cruel age, where would one find a Heavenly Immortal? Beings of that tier can barely protect themselves; all have already rotted away in the Yewu World.

Qin Ming said nothing, and collected all the bodies scattered across the ground.

Just before setting off, he sent a strand of Consciousness Spiritual Light into the deepest part of the golden silk parasol, examining it over and over.

The golden silk parasol seemed not to have lied—its core region could nourish souls.

Within it lay another Changgeng Village, its layout identical to that of the real world.

Old Huang Niu and Old Horse were tilling the Fire Field just outside the main village, self-sufficient.

On an open patch of ground, Huang Youwei and Ma Tengyun were earnestly sparring, training bitterly without pause.

The gluttonous little girl sat at the doorway, gnawing on wild fruit Qin Ming had given her; her mouth was full of fragrance as she mumbled indistinctly, "So tasty, big brother is really nice."

Sister in law Bai was making locust-flower cakes; the atmosphere was warm and homely.

Jiang Chunli was still full of vigor; her life had not withered prematurely.

Qin Ming took one last look, then resolved never again to step into this place.

Unless one day he could easily resolve everything, he would rather let these people and events remain forever preserved in this beauty.

On a nearby rooftop, the Chairman stood quietly.

By the time she returned, it was already late; Qin Ming’s battle had nearly reached its end.

"Chairman, you’re hurt?" Qin Ming noticed that the Chairman’s shoulder was mottled with blood, the dark red soaking a lock of her silver hair.

The Chairman replied, "A minor wound, it’s nothing. You’re heading into the mountain now?"

"Yes." Qin Ming nodded.

She spoke calmly: "I’ll go with you."

"All right." Qin Ming naturally did not refuse.

Besides, he likely would never return to Changgeng Village.

Before they left, the Chairman reminded him that running the Cutting All Causes Secret Technique would maximally cut off the many traces he had left here.

"It has that kind of subtle use?" Qin Ming was surprised.

The Chairman had passed him this key formula to sever the Destiny Same Track Contract imposed on him by a suspected Heavenly Immortal level being; he had not expected that it could also sever other strands of cause and effect.

In the end, Qin Ming collected the Scroll of Silence that had been shrouding this place.

This Miracle Treasure was indeed extraordinary; it could conceal the heavenly patterns over an entire area, such that even Sixth Realm Ancestor Masters would find it hard to pierce the true situation.

In the night, Changgeng Village lay steeped in deathly stillness, devoid of the slightest sound.

Qin Ming turned away and vanished into the dense darkness.

In the next instant, his consciousness began to cling to Old Bu, racing in Divine Travel and arriving at the foot of the mountain in a blink.

As for that nine-deaths-one-life perilous path leading to the medicine fields, Jia Heng had already paid a bloody price to probe it thoroughly.

Thus, Qin Ming sped along like the wind all the way, passing through with danger but no mishap.

In the night, Feixian Mountain’s vast mass towered up into the heavens, its oppressive presence even heavier.

Deep in the range, some areas lay in absolute darkness, not a single glimmer of light, like one Abyss after another—stare at them even a little, and the Light of Consciousness itself seemed about to sink in.

There was no need to think much about it; those Earth Realm zones were extremely dangerous. To intrude rashly, even Sixth Realm Ancestor Masters and Seventh Realm Earth Immortals could well be lost within.

There were also regions veiled in hazy radiance, fantastical to behold. Trace their source, and one could see Fire Springs of seven colors flowing, making that entire stretch of mountains seem exceedingly peaceful.

Sadly, it was too distant, and just as inaccessible.

In Holy Lands as well, there are inexplicable perils.

Vaguely, a seven-colored Divine Bird rose across the sky, its long cry in the night setting ten thousand peaks and ravines rumbling in answer.

Qin Ming ignored all this, traveling by Divine Travel, racing straight toward his destination.

Deeper in Feixian Mountain, all kinds of terrain appeared: deathly Quagmires perpetually shrouded in thick fog, bare stone mountains that often drew down Heavenly Thunder strikes, and primeval regions covered in dense forest where Ancient Beasts roared without cease, their voices shaking heaven and earth.

There were also hidden grounds where, from time to time, the Light of Flying Immortal surged upward.

Qin Ming tried to employ the methods of Esoteric Buddhism, and at once his heart shuddered violently.