Chapter 1745 - 683: Secret Battle of the Great Saints

Chapter 1745: Chapter 683: Secret Battle of the Great Saints

No matter where, the status of a Great Saint is highly revered, and they do not easily engage in duels.

Their status is very high, representing the Supreme Martial Hall, with great implications. Once they personally fight, the meaning is entirely different.

Because of this, people might easily imagine that two Taoist sects are about to start a Supreme Blood Battle?

It is Qin Ming who, now young and impetuous, does not adhere to conventions, holding the land deed, angrily stormed Feixian Mountain at night and directly slaughtered that "Black Boar."

To the Supreme Martial Hall, this undoubtedly breaks the barrier, completely disregarding consequences.

The key point is that Qin Ming is a Loose Cultivator who does not care about those rules.

In the Yewu World, independent Great Saints are quite rare.

After all, the Supreme Martial Hall holds a large amount of resources and cannot guarantee that every generation will have such representative figures.

Emperor Qin blocks the way, alone blocking two Great Saints!

This unexpected change greatly shocked the hearts of those present.

Despite the treasure ships and flying boats silhouetted in the night sky, it instantly fell silent.

At that moment, a pin drop could be heard.

Until a young disciple nervously whispered to the person beside him, "Is the Great Saint battle about to begin?"

This place immediately stirred.

The crowd seemed ignited with some emotion, feeling engulfed in a rolling heat wave, their hearts restless, eyes blazing, all highly anticipating.

In the night sky, Qin Ming was like a sharp and unmatched Heavenly Blade unsheathed, dazzling blade light piercing through the Nine Heavens, unstoppable, stepping onto the Five-Colored Treasure Ship.

During this process, the strange sights in the Night Fog intertwined, like the giant ape roaring at the sky, the frenzied willful horse galloping across the heavens, along with the towering Divine City and worldly Flowing Fire roaring forth.

However, Qin Ming treaded smoothly, slashing through various anomalies along the way, untroubled, closing the distance with the two Great Saints ahead, now side by side on the deck.

The vast Yin Yang Diagram slowly rotated, the strongest Saint of the Yingxu Sect from two hundred years ago in the night fog sea above appeared to mediate, "Three esteemed ones, please maintain harmony."

He had long surpassed the Fifth Realm and came out today to balance the Great Saints, avoiding sudden conflicts here from spiraling out of control.

The Luan Bird screeched, breaking through the clouds, pulling a chariot as it arrived, a renowned elder from the Ten Thousand Laws Sect also came here to dissuade the three.

"I have my reservations, elder brothers," Great Saint Xuantu spoke.

This being the Xuanhuang Martial Hall, his identity is inherently sensitive.

Both emotionally and rationally, he has the responsibility to quell the situation.

But if he watches his close friend suffer losses in his territory, blocked overbearing, and lose the Five Elements Ring, it’s truly untenable.

Thus, he must stop the conflict without letting Kong Yuanxing suffer losses, only in inconspicuous competition, assisting to maintain dignity and reputation.

"Mr. Qin, please sit down for tea," Xuantu gestured.

Suddenly, this place was filled with floral scents and birds singing, an aerial garden appeared.

Obviously, this is not real scenery but rather a spiritual field’s use, making one feel as if they are in the ancient Heavenly Immortal’s cave mansion.

Qin Ming casually smiled and said, "Certainly, I am a person who follows rules, as long as the highland trial is not interfered with, all is well."

Having said this, he sat at the bow of the ship.

Xuantu instantly felt the other’s "taste" was somewhat strong, maintaining peace here is not what a host should be doing?

Kong Yuanxing’s face was indifferent, only after initial contact did he realize this person’s dominance, directly determining the Five Elements Ring’s ownership before him.

He opened his mouth and said, "I was just about to offer Mr. Qin a cup of tea."

Clearly, he implied something.

Previously, this unfamiliar Great Saint, Emperor Qin, with half a cup of tea, confined his junior sister, forcing her to dance for half a two-hour period.

"Well said," Qin Ming smiled lightly.

So-called sitting quietly for tea tasting, how could the atmosphere be harmonious? This is bound to be a contest, though restricted within a controllable range.

After all, this is the Xuanhuang Martial Hall.

Even though he’s a Loose Cultivator Great Saint, without any fastidiousness, necessary etiquette must be observed, they cannot battle to the death here, staining with Great Saint’s blood.

In the interim, the undercurrent of battle never ceased.

Kong Yuanxing constantly tried to break through, releasing strands of Light of the Soul to intervene in the highland battle.

Otherwise, the Five Elements Ring might soon change hands.

Moreover, he must retrieve two masses of Primordial Essence Qi, which are equally important and cannot be lost; he cannot afford the deficit.

However, in the Void Space, seemingly an invisible Heavenly Blade constantly slashes, cutting off his path, blocking his spiritual field’s expansion towards the ground.

Great Saint Xuantu asked, "May I inquire, Brother Qin, from which dojo you hail?"

His expression turned serious, after secretly assisting, he deeply felt the person before him was challenging.

"Just a Loose Cultivator, not worth mentioning," Qin Ming replied.

Upon hearing this, everyone was extremely surprised, simultaneously drawing a breath of Night Fog.

Could Loose Cultivators be this formidable? Many people doubted.

Xuantu and Kong Yuanxing both felt this person’s Taoist technique was exceptionally profound, briefly clashing secretly, exceptionally troublesome, almost having the power to contend two simultaneously.

If the person before them is truly a Loose Cultivator Great Saint, then it’s excellent.

Such a person’s Scripture is ordinary, being able to step into the Great Saint Domain, talent is indeed remarkable, but once dueling, would lack corresponding Forbidden Skills.

Qin Ming did not mention the name Zheng Guang, mainly being cautious; this time coming to the Xuanhuang Martial Hall to accomplish great tasks, dealing with the Decaying Heavenly Immortal, without absolute peerless masters, he always felt uneasy.

Xuantu asked, "Brother Qin, what do you think of my aerial garden?"

Surrounding the Five-Colored Treasure Ship, low Spirit Mountains stand tall, with seven-colored Fire Spring cascades flowing down. Exotic flowers and divine herbs sway gently, spiritual mist lingers, and a refreshing fragrance wafts through the air.

Many people observe three individuals in that spirit garden, as if they have entered an Immortal Realm.

Qin Ming commented, "Colorful and beautiful as it is, it lacks depth."

The so-called garden is in fact a mental prison, where the other side invites him to appreciate the scene, yet intends to trap him.

With a wave of his sleeve, Qin Ming said, "I too invite you to appreciate the scenery."

In an instant, clear Qi rose, turbid Qi sank, and a giant axe cut through the void, as if opening the heavens, slashing through the vast aerial garden, recreating a wondrous scene in the skies above.

Suddenly, the azure depths appeared, waves surged, and a dense Purple Bamboo Forest took root in the night sky, vast Purple Qi poured down, forming a secret path, guiding three people.

With a raise of his hand, Qin Ming created the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest Dojo, inviting the two Great Saints to enter.

The three did not move their bodies, yet their mind and consciousness manifested, indistinguishable from their true forms, ascending and in the blink of an eye sitting in the Purple Bamboo Forest.

All these are manifestations of the mind, yet they appear so lifelike, making it hard to discern reality from illusion.

Kong Yuanxing swept his sleeve, and in the forest appeared a tea table and cushions, saying, "Please sit!"

Then, he reached towards the earth with his right hand, and in an instant, caught strands of ghostly light, which, accompanied by a rolling, soul-shaking Evil Qi, merged into the jade cup in his left hand.

In the distance, many people felt a tremor in their hearts, goosebumps rising on their skin, involuntarily stepping back, away from this area.

Not to mention drinking tea, even approaching slightly was unbearable.

"Taiyin Evil Qi?"

"Wrong, this is Nine Yin Evil Qi, encompassing various Yin Evils, gathered into a lake and concentrated into a cup."

Nearby, experts naturally saw through the mystery.

The jade cup in Kong Yuanxing’s hand was woven with Tao Patterns, where ghostly lights rippled, Nine Yin Evil Qi condensed into liquid, shimmering with waves, and upon close inspection, it seemed as if mountain torrents surged and mighty rivers flowed within.

In that small space, it was a world unto itself, with its own hidden intricacies!

He placed the teacup on the table and said, "Please!"

Qin Ming was indifferent, reaching out to grasp the exquisite teacup engraved with mountains and rivers.

The cup’s base was firmly anchored on the table, with Tao Rhythms unceasingly emanating.

With a sweep of Pure Yang Sword Light at his fingertips, Qin Ming silently severed the Tao patterns at the cup’s base, allowing it to leave the table seamlessly and smoothly.

He looked down at the cup full of Nine Yin Evil Liquid, smiled faintly, and said, "Good tea, in the world exists the Taiyin Refining Form Chapter, gathering Nine Yin, it can also refine the God."

He drank it in one gulp, treating it as Treasure Liquid, refining his Spiritual Field, and along with liquid falling from the void, merged it into his body, essence and spirit simultaneously drinking together.

Many witnesses were stunned at this scene, thinking, what an anomaly!

Isn’t this substance used for Artifact Refining? Yet he is refining form and essence.

After tasting the tea, Qin Ming felt as if bathed in a spring breeze. To him, these were variants of Heavenly Light Essence, assisting his cultivation, how could it harm his body and spirit?

Even if a cup contained a whole river’s worth of Evil Qi, considered vast and boundless, he could still accommodate it, treating it as a substantial supplement.

Qin Ming spoke, "I am quite satisfied, and I invite the two of you for tea as well."

He pointed to the sky, and heavy clouds surged from different directions, colliding and bursting out blinding brilliance.

Amid the thunderous roar, terrifying Thunder Light poured down, flowing into three Tao Pattern teacups, shimmering with Silver Light, splashing Golden Radiance, and leaping Purple Splendor.

It was Heavenly Thunder of different colors, constantly tearing through the night sky, descending into the cups.

Such small cups, yet they bore the weight of the sky full of lightning.

"Please!" Qin Ming gestured with his hand.

Kong Yuanxing and Xuantu both wore solemn expressions, for this was the most violent force between heaven and earth. In ancient times, when ancient mountain cultivators broke through, Heavenly Thunder would strike, seen as Crossing Tribulation.

Now, are they to drink down the sky filled with Heavenly Tribulation?

Qin Ming was the first to act, raising his cup, then, like drinking nectar and Jade Liquid, swallowed it all in one gulp.

He immediately operated the "Taichu Thunder Seal", refining the Thunder Medicine, feeling intoxicated, his mental state better than ever.

"This..." Around, many experts couldn’t help their pupils from contracting.

Qin Ming set down his cup and said, "Man-made lightning lacks the deep meaning, far from the strong Tao Rhythms brought by true Heavenly Power, the taste of what’s in the cup is too bland."

Under the night sky, a silence fell.

Xuantu and Kong Yuanxing looked a bit stiff, as Great Saints, they each had their own fields of expertise. With their Taoist proficiency, they might endure Heavenly Thunder, but to drink it directly, they had never tried.

However, to not respond in kind would be impolite, as they exchanged "brews", how could they retreat?

The two raised their cups one after the other, truly taking small sips and slow tastes, and soon people saw lightning flashing and thunder roaring here, terrifying Thunder Fire rampant, engulfing the entire Purple Bamboo Forest.

When Qin Ming drank tea, people felt that perhaps it wasn’t as scary as imagined, as he remained calm and collected.

But now, witnessing what terrifying substances were contained within the teacups, everyone’s hearts pounded furiously, feeling a chilling fear.

For, the bodies of the two Great Saints were trembling lightly, as if being electrocuted, what sort of taste was that... If it were anyone else, how would they cope? Surely they would have exploded long ago, with form and spirit annihilated.

At this moment, Kong Yuanxing’s expression changed, heavily placing down the teacup, the overflow of Thunder Fire surged up to the Nine Heavens, blasting the dark sky apart.

He could barely endure it, looking down below, where deep within the highlands, Jiang Ran wielded the green lotus, methods aplenty, forcing Kong Yuanxing back repeatedly, tumbling over in defeat, unable to withstand in form.

The Five Elements Ring even got struck flying and then, inexplicably, was seized by Demoness Jiang, directly changing ownership.

Momentarily, the South Sea Purple Bamboo Forest was filled with unfathomable murderous intent, a Great Saint’s fury, wind rising, clouds surging, heaven and earth losing color.

"Either sit down or be slain." Qin Ming spoke calmly, his gaze deep.

The black and white cushion upon which he sat rotated, like a perfect Taiji, surrounded by rich Tao Rhythms. Behind him, nine-colored Sword Qi arranged, linking heaven and earth, like nine towering Sword Mountains, directly intimidating the two before him, as if at the slightest disagreement, he would slay the Great Saints.

(Upon waking, the sky had fallen, Heavenly Light was already bright. I’ll go wash and eat, then come back and write another Chapter)