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Novel: [Night Without Boundaries]
Chapter 115: [Everyone Makes Their Move]
Author: [Chen Dong]
Translator: [Shadow Knight AK]
Editor: [Shadow Knight AK]
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A layer of Spiritual Heavenly Light Force swirled around the young man, accentuating his ethereal presence.
He appeared more like a near-immortal being from Beyond the Mortal Realm.
Zheng Maoze, blood dripping from his lips, crashed to the ground, groaning in agony.
His disheveled state, combined with his nickname "Big Strong Zheng," made him look anything but an Outsider.
The Consciousness Spiritual Light erupting from his body twisted and flickered, burned through by the fist's radiant energy. Its distribution was uneven, lacking its usual fluidity and dimmed to a faint glow.
Excruciating pain coursed through his body.
The sound of his bones cracking under the impact resembled popping beans, a brief but continuous cacophony that suggested far more than a single fracture.
Everyone was stunned.
The young man's movements had been lightning-fast, a blur like a thunderbolt streaking across the sky.
Qin Ming retracted the Heavenly Light Force from his fist, his fingers now gleaming like jade.
His entire demeanor radiated an otherworldly grace.
Had his right fist not remained clenched, one might have doubted that such a violent strike could have come from him.
Zheng Maoze gathered his Consciousness Spiritual Light and turned his gaze inward to assess his condition.
He spat out another mouthful of blood—eighteen broken bones.
He vomited blood in sheer fury.
He had initiated the attack, only to be brutally beaten himself?
He was an Outsider, yet he had been crippled by a Golden-Armored Guard he had looked down upon.
The young man appeared slender, yet Zheng Maoze felt as if he had been stomped on by a colossal dragon-elephant.
Many Outsider disciples exchanged surprised glances but refrained from assisting Zheng Maoze.
They sensed that the young man's claim was likely true—he was likely a direct descendant of the Six Imperial Force.
Otherwise, how could his Heavenly Light Force be so overwhelmingly powerful?
His fist's radiant energy had sliced through Zheng Maoze's Consciousness Spiritual Light, shattering it.
The Outsiders prided themselves on looking down upon those on the Path of Awakening, but a few Dao Lineages were exceptions they dared not underestimate.
These included the Heaven-Shattering Force, Tathagata Force, and Six Imperial Force.
The Heavenly Light cultivated by these Lineages could harm even them.
While these lineages might eventually face stagnation and slow progress in later stages, some seasoned practitioners, through sheer accumulation of time and experience, could still reach terrifying heights.
"My apologies," Qin Ming said, his voice gentle and completely at odds with the ferocity of his fist. "I just descended from the mountains and lack practical combat experience. I was a bit nervous."
Upon hearing these words, Zheng Maoze nearly spat out another mouthful of blood.
To be reduced to mere background scenery by a novice fresh off the mountain—the humiliation would be unbearable if word got out.
Clearly, the Outsider disciples now recognized Qin Ming's special status.
As a descendant of the Six Imperial Force, he could sit at the same table as them, no longer merely a Golden-Armored Guard.
Qin Ming had immediately fused his three Extraordinary Techniques and eighteen Heavenly Light Forces because this was his first time fighting an Outsider from the Yellow Court Realm, and he dared not underestimate his opponent.
Though forced to reveal some of his true abilities, Qin Ming felt a surge of satisfaction after landing his punch.
Since his misfortune, the Zheng Clan brothers had been particularly arrogant.
First, Zheng Maorong, relying on his status, had avoided direct confrontation, using subtle glances and faint smiles to incite others against Qin Ming.
Later, Zheng Maoze had targeted Qin Ming at Black and White Mountain, feigning friendliness while emphasizing the vast difference in their current statuses.
He had even joined Zeng Yuan in blocking Qin Ming's departure, waiting for Li Qingxu and Wang Caiwei to arrive, eager to witness a spectacle.
Thus, after delivering his punch, Qin Ming felt every pore on his body open, his spirit radiant.
He then turned to his former friend, Zeng Yuan.
"Brother, could you do me a favor?" Qin Ming asked with a smile.
Zeng Yuan regarded him with caution.
Even though Zheng Maoze had been careless, the youth's fist light, capable of scorching Consciousness Spiritual Light, was undeniably real and extremely dangerous.
"What is it?" he asked calmly.
Qin Ming pressed his right hand to the ground, channeling Heavenly Light.
With a hiss, he used Adhesive Force to draw up some crimson blood, keeping it suspended in the Heavenly Light, away from his fingers.
Qin Ming spoke politely, "Since everyone is contributing a drop of Pure Yang Blood Essence, I shouldn't be an exception. Could you refine this blood for me? It should condense into a drop of Pure Yang Blood, right?"
Zeng Yuan was stunned.
He never imagined that Qin Ming's request for "help" would involve such an outrageous task.
This was beyond absurd.
He now believed that Qin Ming was indeed a newly descended disciple, completely clueless about social etiquette.
How could he possibly agree?
Hadn't he seen the fire in Zheng Maoze's eyes?
The man looked like he wanted to devour him whole!
Qin Ming stared at him, his gaze unwavering.
"Pure Yang Blood is precious. Everyone is contributing. Are you just going to let it seep into the ground?"
Though Qin Ming's tone remained calm, Zeng Yuan sensed a dangerous aura emanating from him.
Could this socially inept novice be about to throw a punch too?
His hair stood on end.
At this close range, how could he possibly dodge?
The Six Imperial Force was renowned throughout the Night Mist World—he had no desire to become its next unwitting victim.
Abandoning all pretense of concern for Big Strong Zheng, Zeng Yuan naturally accepted the blood and began refining it into Pure Yang Blood on the spot.
Qin Ming had no intention of actually striking him.
He was merely leveraging his "naive disciple of the Six Imperial Force" persona to intimidate Zeng Yuan.
He had punched Zheng Maoze earlier only because the man had tried to harm him.
Even a direct descendant of the Six Imperial Force would face the wrath of Outsider disciples if they attacked without proper justification.
"Pfft!"
Zheng Maoze spat out another mouthful of blood as he watched Zeng Yuan refine his blood.
The blood sizzled and hissed, wisps of smoke rising as only a single drop of True Blood remained.
"Brother, are you alright?" Qin Ming asked with concern, reiterating that he had panicked upon encountering a Yellow Court Realm expert and hadn't intended to harm him.
Zheng Maoze desperately wanted to shout, "Shut up!"
This constant reminder was a blow to his pride and a severe blow to his aspirations of attaining immortality.
Qin Ming stepped forward and helped Zheng Maoze to his feet.
To some observers, this gesture seemed like a face-saving compromise, offering Zheng Maoze a way out.
Zheng Maoze refused to speak, using his Consciousness Spiritual Light to support his severely injured body as he staggered away.
Without missing a beat, Qin Ming used his Adhesive Force to draw the blood Zheng Maoze had spat out, silently delivering it to Zeng Yuan.
Instantly, the gazes of many shifted.
Was Qin Ming truly a clueless fool, or was he deliberately provoking Zheng Maoze?
Something was off about this Six Imperial heir.
Zeng Yuan felt trapped.
What a mess to suddenly be dragged into!
The Core Disciples, of course, wouldn't object.
More Pure Yang Blood was always welcome.
Zheng Maoze turned to witness the scene and coughed violently in anger, quickly covering his mouth to prevent blood from spilling onto the ground.
His heart burned with resentment, his teeth grinding in fury.
"That blockhead has no humanity!"
Although the collection of Pure Yang Blood Essence encountered some setbacks, it ultimately faced minimal resistance.
Many Golden-Armored Guards were already followers of the Outsider disciples.
Among the Outer Saints, only a few refused to provide their blood.
These individuals held considerable influence and had been invited as allies, not obligated to contribute.
Qin Ming noticed that beyond the Outsider disciples observing him, several practitioners of specialized Force Techniques had also lingered their gazes upon him.
This included Chen Shuhang, who had mastered the Five-Colored Thunder Fire Force; Jiang Congyun, heir to the Pure Yang Palace; and a young man suspected of practicing the Jade Pure Force.
Though all were walking the same path, Qin Ming anticipated clashing with these individuals first, as they possessed greater resistance to the Heavenly Light emanating from the deep pit.
As time passed, preparations were completed.
Vessels such as jade jars and crystal bottles, originally used to store elixirs, now overflowed with Pure Yang Blood.
The crimson liquid pulsed with a radiant glow, unmistakably divine.
Its spiritual value was exceptionally high.
Combined with specific medicinal ingredients, it could be used to refine powerful elixir!
Streams of Pure Yang Consciousness Spiritual Light, hazy as mist, converged into a soft, miniature sun.
When selecting Outer Saints to descend into the massive pit, minor tensions arose.
The most suitable candidates had long been identified, but the mission was fraught with danger.
Could Pure Yang Spiritual Substance truly guarantee their safety?
Qin Ming caught the attention of several Core Disciples, all eager to recruit him to retrieve the near-immortal treasure.
He shook his head with feigned reluctance, but his refusal wasn't entirely indiscriminate.
In truth, he wanted to go. He couldn't bear the thought of staying behind, anxious to observe the treasure's condition and prevent anyone from tampering with it before he arrived.
"Although the Beyond the Mortal Realm doesn't specialize in Force Techniques, the Scripture Pavilion occasionally contains a few..."
Hu Tingwen, Tang Xumi, and other Core Disciples secretly negotiated with Qin Ming, offering him a unique Force Technique.
"I want an Extraordinary Technique," Qin Ming countered.
"Perhaps there's one gathering dust in some forgotten corner, but it would take time to find."
...
After much discussion, they promised to help Qin Ming find a more powerful cultivation technique, though not an Extraordinary Technique, but certainly a renowned one.
For example, they had once seen a fragment of the Divine Ape Force.
Ultimately, the team was finalized: Chen Shuhang, who wielded the Five-Colored Thunder Fire Force; Jiang Congyun, a disciple of the Pure Yang Palace; and Qin Ming would venture into the central region to retrieve the near-immortal treasure.
Meanwhile, disciples of the Five Elements Palace, the Jade Pure Force, and others would provide backup from a distance, ensuring absolute safety.
Although somewhat reluctant, Qin Ming coated his armor with Pure Yang Blood Essence, turning it crimson and shimmering with radiant light.
Chen Shuhang chose to protect himself with Pure Yang Consciousness Spiritual Light, while Jiang Congyun opted for a hybrid approach, infusing his blood with Consciousness Spiritual Light.
In a sense, the three were also test subjects, evaluating which method proved most effective so the remaining team members could adjust their strategies accordingly.
At the bottom of the massive, bowl-shaped crater, the violent Heavenly Light burned with divine intensity, like a sacred fire.
Wisps of smoke continuously rose from the the three of their armor.
Both the Pure Yang Blood Essence and the Pure Yang Consciousness Spiritual Light were being steadily consumed, yet they were proving effective, allowing the team to advance deeper into the crater.
"Do you two have any other ideas?" Jiang Congyun asked. "Surely we can either comprehend that near-immortal treasure or temporarily borrow it?"
His sect was renowned, and he had been specially invited to assist.
Although his Pure Yang Force couldn't match the Six Imperial Force, it was still a formidable force in the Night Mist World.
"Hmm, we could study it first," Chen Shuhang agreed.
Qin Ming nodded as well.
There was no need to oppose them; he had long known that those willing to risk entering first all had their own agendas.
"Perhaps there are other valuable items scattered near the Near-Immortal Artifact," Jiang Congyun suggested with a smile.
Qin Ming's heart stirred.
The Pure Yang Palace behind him was ancient and still a colossal power.
They might know some secrets about this place.
They continued their frantic sprint, not daring to waste time.
They were now close to the center of the massive pit, where faint auspicious glows and swirling Immortal Mist could be seen.
Qin Ming grew cautious.
Though confident, he wanted to avoid any unexpected complications.
"Boom!"
Above the Heavenly Pit, the Core Disciples erupted into a sudden, fierce battle.
Tang Xumi, Su Jingzhu, Jiang Shengyu, and Luo Qingge had previously broken ties, but no one expected them to join forces again, launching a coordinated attack against Hu Tingwen and Sun Jingtian.
The outcome was unexpected.
Hu Tingwen and Sun Jingtian, having anticipated the attack, swiftly retreated in one direction, avoiding serious injury.
The four pursuers pressed relentlessly, seemingly determined to eliminate the pair.
The other Outsider disciples chose to remain neutral observers, refusing to intervene.
The situation took another shocking turn when the six masters, during the chaotic melee, suddenly turned their attacks on a single Elite Disciple as they neared the crowd.
What stunned everyone was the unknown disciple's unfathomable strength.
He erupted with a dazzling five-colored radiance, instantly severely injuring Luo Qingge and sending her flying.
Cui Chonghe, his eyes deep and his expression icy, found himself unexpectedly surrounded.
He knew he had likely lost his chance at the near-immortal treasure forever.
Li Qingyue, her eyes clear and bright, remained aloof as a Golden-Armored Guard, choosing to observe the battle from the sidelines.
At the bottom of the deep pit, Qin Ming had already spotted the near-immortal treasure.
They had reached their destination.
Chen Shuhang's Five-Colored Thunder Fire Force erupted with deafening thunder, its power terrifying.
Jiang Congyun's Pure Yang Force was even more domineering, instantly dispersing the dense Heavenly Light in the vicinity.
Forced to act, Qin Ming once again displayed the prowess of a Young Grandmaster.
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