My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult - Chapter 171 - Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Black Flood Dragon's Spiritual

Chapter 171: Chapter 171: Black Flood Dragon’s Spiritual Dragon Hidden Lake

In the dense forest.

The Old Man Qingfeng’s chest was continuously convulsing, his facial muscles also spasming, and fresh blood was ceaselessly gulping from his mouth, while blood also flowed from his nose and ears.

This scene was extremely bizarre.

Feng Lingyue walked slowly up to Old Man Qingfeng then shook his head and sighed, “Life in this world is but a transient journey; when will the struggle for fame and profit ever cease?”

Looking at Luo Qingfeng, who had once roamed the Jianghu with joy in friendships and enmities, a touch of melancholy and emotion arose in Feng Lingyue’s heart.

This is the Jianghu.

Having entered the Jianghu, it held not only illusory fame and wealth but also intrigue and the shadows of swords and blades.

The so-called Jianghu is the human heart, where everything originates.

The lesser form of heroism aids those in distress; the greater serves the country and the people.

How could one passionately live in this indifferent world? This is a profoundly difficult question in the hearts of everyone in the Jianghu–how many remian true to their original aspirations?

On the path to fame and fortune, what is more often seen is the vanity that fame and wealth bring; who could maintain poverty yet speak of wealth?

Some say that the Jianghu is the universe, it is everything, it is nature, it is all that we can see.

Entering the Jianghu is easy; leaving it, however, is extremely difficult.

Perhaps only in death can one truly exit the Jianghu.

The Old Man Qingfeng, lying on the ground, had eyes wide open, his chest heaving as if he were no longer the Grandmaster known throughout the Great Yan Martial World but more like a wild beast on the brink of death.

“I too am a common man, burdened by the pursuit of fame and profit, otherwise, I wouldn’t have competed with Jiang Shang and become a mere pawn in the hands of others.”

Feng Lingyue squatted down, looking at the dying Old Man Qingfeng with a trace of resignation in his eyes, “Perhaps one day, Brother Luo’s today may be my Feng’s tomorrow. All I can do is strive to ensure this day never comes.”

When you are in the Jianghu, you are not the master of your own fate.

Despite Feng Lingyue’s position and strength, there were still forces pushing him to continue moving forward; sometimes, it was no longer up to him to simply give up.

The Old Man Qingfeng’s eyes were open, a hint of darkness glimmering in his pupils.

“Crack!”

Feng Lingyue placed his hand on the Old Man Qingfeng’s neck, and as he twisted his wrist, a sound of bones cracking filled the air. The Old Man Qingfeng’s body ceased its undulations and he stopped breathing.

The Old Man Qingfeng was dead!

The once renowned Grandmaster of the Great Yan Martial World died in this dense forest.

With a flick of his hand, a green light began to float out from the Old Man Qingfeng’s body.

It was the remnant essence in his body, the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Essence.

…..

Outside the dense forest, dozens of miles away.

In the half-space, the wind howled.

An Jing lay on the back of the Black Flood Dragon, his face pale to the extreme, his eyelids growing increasingly heavy.

His injuries were already severe, and after the backlash of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra had started, his entire body felt as though it was burning in flames. The pain was decreasing, but he felt weaker and weaker.

If not for relying on his strong willpower, he might have collapsed in the dense forest just now.

If he had fallen in front of Feng Lingyue, then the Black Flood Dragon would have also lost its fighting ability, and whether Feng Lingyue would keep his promise then was uncertain.

After all, he still had great use to the Zhenyi Sect.

“So tired…”

An Jing lay on the cold dragon scales, feeling utterly exhausted, but he knew he couldn’t close his eyes, for if he did, the Black Flood Dragon would plummet from the sky.

However, the sensation of fatigue kept assaulting him, especially since the pain had already disappeared, numbing his nerves.

His eyelids drooped several times, but he lifted them again each time with incredible willpower.

“Crack!” “Crack!”

The Black Flood Dragon soared through the air, rising and dipping, swaying left and right, and directly collided with a huge tree; under the powerful impact of its body, even trees that took three to four people to encircle would snap instantly.

Eventually, An Jing could no longer withstand the overwhelming tiredness, and he lost consciousness.

As his consciousness faded, the massive body of the Black Flood Dragon also fell heavily.

“Thud!”

The landing spot was a creek, immediately splashing water high into the air.

An Jing’s body fell from the Black Flood Dragon, rolling twice on the ground before coming to a stop. His mask also loosened and, along with the splashing water, disappeared into the creek.

Half of the Black Flood Dragon’s head ended up on the bank, with the rest of its body hidden in the creek water.

Time passed, and it was uncertain how long it had been when the creek’s surface gradually returned to calm.

Suddenly, the eyelids of the Black Flood Dragon seemed to twitch, and a pair of large dragon eyes flickered with a hint of curiosity, staring intently at An Jing lying on the ground.

Suddenly, its eyes shifted towards the distance, a hint of panic in its gaze.

“Splash!”

The Black Flood Dragon’s head reached into the creek water, and then its entire body completely vanished beneath the water, seemingly hiding itself.

About several breaths later, a young girl carrying a bamboo basket approached from a distance.

This girl, around eighteen or nineteen, had a round oval face, jet-black eyes, radiating a youthful and lively aura, her skin tone not exactly fair but possessed a healthy natural beauty.

“What is this…”

The girl quickly walked over to the person lying on the bank, and upon seeing An Jing’s pale face, she couldn’t help but say, “Young sir, wake up, wake up…”

…..

Houjin, Snow Mountain.

At night, the stars were brilliant, and the bright moonlight illuminated the grassland, creating a tranquil scene where the evening breeze gently swayed the grass waves, providing a particularly pleasant atmosphere.

Due to years of peaceful development, trade flourished throughout Houjin, and they even established grassland markets in the vast prairies.

Every year, large caravans from Yan Country, Zhao Country, Pure Land, and the Southern Barbarians came there, making Houjin prosper and rapidly develop its national strength.

To the north of the grassland were the continuous, soaring, steep Snow Mountains.

In Houjin’s view, this mountain range was their holy land, deep within which lay their yearned-for Holy Sect.

The Holy Sect of Houjin, known in the Martial World as the Great Snow Mountain, was the largest sect in Houjin.

The current emperor of Houjin was also the Holy Master of the Houjin Holy Sect.

At this moment, a figure approached from a distance, crossing over the grassland and following a path towards the Snow Mountains.

The man had the appearance of a young child with white hair, a smile on his face, his kindly and benevolent features giving a spring-like warmth and a sense of closeness.

This man was Jiang Shang.

His steps appeared slow, but on closer inspection, his body had already covered dozens of feet.

Shrinking Land into Inches.

Only a master of the Grandmaster Realm could employ such methods.

About half an hour later, Jiang Shang arrived at a cave beneath Snow Mountain.

This cave was extremely hidden, located along a small path between two snow mountains. Ordinary people, unless they knew of this cave, would never be able to find it.

The surrounding temperature dropped sharply, the cold was penetrating, and there even drifted a white frosty mist in the air.

Jiang Shang walked slowly into the cave, his steps crunching in the snow, making a ‘crunch’ ‘crunch’ sound.

The cave was very dark, and the match flickered with a faint light, illuminating the path ahead.

The temperature became colder and colder, to the point where even Jiang Shang had to circulate his true qi to resist the terrifying cold air.

Before long, a pitch-black coffin appeared ahead.

“Hu…..”

Upon seeing the black coffin, Jiang Shang gently exhaled a breath. Due to the extreme cold, that breath instantly turned into a frost.

“Jin Se, it has been six years since I last visited you,”

Jiang Shang approached the coffin and slowly said, “You see, I’ve brought your favorite winter melon candied fruit.”

With that, he reached into his bosom and took out a package made of cowhide paper.

Wrapped inside the cowhide paper was the cool, sweet, crispy, and clear winter melon candied fruit without any residues.

Jiang Shang’s hand caressed the coffin, “I feel like I am about to reach the Four Qi Realm, so I thought of visiting you. Time really flies, you know? Ren Yi is already thirty-six, and if you think about it, we have known each other for forty years.”

“Forty years, ah. The events of forty years ago still seem to resurface in front of my eyes, yet forty years have passed. So much has really happened. Not long after you died, I became the leader of the Demon Sect, then suppressed Feng Lingyue, battled Sword God Liu Moyuan, and fought the Zhenyi Sect Leader Ye Ding. The past forty years have seen tumultuous changes and unpredictable events, yet I have always stood above the waves of Jianghu, defeated only by Xiao Qianqiu.”

“Xiao Qianqiu is a formidable figure, a natural Dao seed. That old fellow Ye Ding really has good luck to have found such a disciple. If Xiao Qianqiu truly cultivates the ‘Jade Emperor Scripture,’ then the Mystical Sect might really unify everything, and the entire situation in the world might undergo a great change, putting the Demon Sect at risk.”

Jiang Shang’s words carried a tone of lamentation, as if he was pouring out his melancholy.

If anyone were here, they would be greatly surprised, for the capricious, unpredictable, and ruthless Jiang Shang also displayed such a sentimental side.

“However, for Xiao Qianqiu to achieve his great ambition is not so simple. The Holy Master of Great Snow Mountain has long been covetously watching, seemingly with the ambition to swallow the world. The world’s situation is changing, giving Xiao Qianqiu little time left. Houjin and Great Yan will battle sooner or later, while that crafty like a fox, Human Emperor, whose palace coup at the Heavenly Book Pavilion I still vividly remember to this day, shows no mercy even to his blood relatives, indicating his decisive actions. Whether this old fox is really seriously injured or pretending, even I cannot see through.”

“Let it be chaotic, let this world descend into complete chaos,”

Jiang Shang picked up a piece of candied fruit and held it in his hand. Only under this coffin could he feel utterly relaxed, revealing all his vexations: “Do you remember Qingmei, whom I told you about? She indeed did not disappoint my expectations, her cultivation has reached the Grandmaster Realm, it’s just a pity.”

Speaking of this, Jiang Shang gently bit into the candied fruit.

The cave turned quiet, with only the sound of chewing.

“She has followed in my old footsteps and by the time she realized her mistake, it was already too late. Since that is the case, I can only take action for her. ‘The Dao is merciless but has its sentiments; the human path has sentiments yet is merciless.’ Only the heartless can achieve the ultimate human Dao. One day she will understand.”

“I killed that young doctor just like I had once killed you.”

At this point, the entire cave became very quiet.

The temperature seemed to become even colder, and outside the cave, the sound of the wind and snow roared, coming like the wails of ghosts and wolves, causing one’s heart to tremble.

In the faint, weak light, that expressionless face looked rather eerie and frightening.

“I have also discovered Undying Blood. There truly is such a thing as Undying Blood in this world, and its secret might be related to the Zhou Dynasty, even possibly to the Qin Dynasty. No matter what, I will obtain this Undying Blood. I, Jiang Shang, will definitely obtain the secret to eternal life, and no one can stop me.”

“Apart from approaching the Four Qi Realm, the main reason I came to Great Snow Mountain was to search for this Undying Blood.”

Jiang Shang set down the bite of candied fruit he had eaten and couldn’t help but chuckle, “I can taste the bitterness of this life, but I can’t seem to enjoy the sweetness of this candied fruit. This one bite has already become slightly nauseating.”

Taking a deep breath, Jiang Shang gazed at the coffin for a long while.

“Jin Se, you are the love of my life.”

“Hu.”

The firestarter had gone out, leaving only the sound of Jiang Shang’s departing footsteps in the cave.

…..

Dongluo Pass, Sealing Demon Well.

“Indeed, the taste of this pig stomach is quite good today.”

Nan Weiping, greatly enjoying the meal, continuously swallowed the still warm food while praising it.

Zhao Qingmei smiled slightly upon seeing this, as these past few days she had been mixing a very small amount of Red Beauty Drunk into the food, which was a tasteless and odorless poison that even a master like Nan Weiping had failed to detect.

In a few more days, she would be able to get the method of escape from her.

Nan Weiping looked at Zhao Qingmei and asked, “You seem less anxious these days. What, no longer worried about your lover?”

Zhao Qingmei shook her head and replied, “If I can’t get out, worrying is useless.”

“You’re right about that. Well, in light of this meal, I’ll give you a few tips.”

Nan Weiping nodded, smiling warmly. “You’ve reached the level of a One Qi Grandmaster at such a young age. Without accidents, you are definitely capable of reaching Great Grandmaster status. Why not cultivate here quietly for a while, elevate your cultivation to the Second Qi Realm, and then when you leave Sealing Demon Well, you can even resolve the internal strife of the Demon Sect.”

In recent days through conversations, Nan Weiping had also learned from Zhao Qingmei why she had fallen into the Sealing Demon Well once again.

“Reaching Second Qi is not that simple.”

Why Zhao Qingmei was so anxious now was because she knew that Jiang Shang was currently not in the Demon Sect, which was definitely an opportunity.

Both Yuan Feng and Ouyang Ping were of Second Qi Master’s level of cultivation, and although it was almost impossible for her to kill both, they also couldn’t hope to detain her.

“That’s why I’m saying, you need to calm your mind.”

Nan Weiping said calmly, “Your cultivation includes the Demon Sect’s top mental method, the Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture. The cultivation technique of the Demon Sect progresses rapidly, and you’ve also devoured the Heaven and Earth Spirit Essence left by a Five Qi Grandmaster, which makes your cultivation soar rapidly. However, your foundation is somewhat unstable. At the moment, the most important thing is to stabilize your foundation.”

“Oh?”

Upon hearing Nan Weiping’s words, Zhao Qingmei said, “Is the mindset very important?”

“If you can calm your mind, naturally it would be best. But can you, a mischievous girl, really settle down?”

Nan Weiping shook her head, then asked, “By the way, to which layer have you cultivated your Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture?”

“The seventh layer,” Zhao Qingmei replied.

The Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture was no ordinary martial arts; transcending even Heavenly Martial arts, it was extremely difficult to practice. Even with Zhao Qingmei’s cultivation, she had only reached the Seventh Layer and found it difficult to progress further.

After a long pause, Nan Weiping finally said, “Cultivate your Nine Nether Purgatory Demon Scripture to the Eighth Layer. If you don’t reach the Eighth Layer, you can’t leave.”

The Eighth Layer?

Zhao Qingmei’s mind stirred, Nan Weiping’s words surely had a purpose. Since she suggested cultivating to the Eighth Layer, it must be related to leaving the Sealing Demon Well.

“I understand.”

Zhao Qingmei nodded her head and began to study the inscriptions on the stone walls of the cave.

Nan Weiping observed Zhao Qingmei in front of her. Over time, she gradually understood some aspects of Zhao Qingmei’s temperament.

Cool and reserved, she hardly ever spoke more than necessary.

It was as if her heart was locked tight; no one could walk into her inner world.

Nan Weiping was quite curious about the kind of man that could make this young girl so devoted.

Suddenly recalling something, Nan Weiping said, “Young girl, how about showing me your diary?”

Zhao Qingmei turned to glance at Nan Weiping, then as if she hadn’t heard her at all, continued to study the experiences and methods left by her ancestors of the Demon Sect on the stone walls.

With a smile in her eyes, Nan Weiping said, “Show me, and I’ll tell you the way out.”

The more she thought about it, the more interested she became in the diary, which surely hid a big secret.

“Impossible.”

Zhao Qingmei said indifferently.

The diary, no one could view it.

Nan Weiping said, “Young girl, this is your only chance, miss this village, and there will be no such shop.”

Zhao Qingmei’s expression remained as calm as water, “You will eventually tell me because without me, you can’t get out either.”

Nan Weiping would tell her sooner or later, so why bother using the diary as a bargaining chip?

“If you don’t show the diary to this old body, I will never tell you,” Nan Weiping said, seeing Zhao Qingmei unyielding, seemingly a bit annoyed.

“Then let’s wait and see.”

Zhao Qingmei coldly sneered in her heart, just wait a few more days, and you will comply.

……

“Hmm…..?”

An Jing felt as if his soul was drifting in darkness, unable to feel warmth or light.

He didn’t know how long had passed when he vaguely heard a faint voice, sometimes far and sometimes near.

“This young man’s face is so pale, he isn’t dead, is he?”

“Brother Yang Chong, how can you say such a thing?”

….

“This voice is unfamiliar; I definitely don’t know it. Where exactly is this place?”

An Jing’s consciousness drifted in the darkness, trying to recall, “That day after my battle with the elder Qingfeng, I rode away on the Black Flood Dragon, and then I lost consciousness.”

“Brother Yang Chong, you go back first, I can take care of him on my own.”

The crisp, pleasant sound rang out again.

Soon, footsteps came, growing farther and farther.

With strong willpower, a streak of light suddenly appeared in the darkness, and An Jing’s consciousness finally burst through this dark gateway.

As he opened his eyes, he saw an antique-looking room.

At that moment, An Jing was lying on a bed, beside him was a beautiful, young girl dressed in light green palace attire.

“You’re awake!?”

The girl, seeing An Jing open his eyes, couldn’t help showing a trace of delight.

“What place is this, and you are…?”

An Jing struggled to sit up and asked the girl in front of him.

“This is the Four Symbols Sect, my name is Jia Meixian,” the girl quickly replied.

“Four Symbols Sect? Jia Meixian?”

An Jing’s head throbbed with pain, he was somewhat disoriented, “How did I end up here?”

Jia Meixian replied, “Two days ago, I was picking herbs in the mountains and found you unconscious in Dragon Hidden Creek with severe injuries, so I brought you back.”

Dragon Hidden Creek?!

An Jing furrowed his brows and hurriedly asked, “Did you find any other… strange things?”

If the Black Flood Dragon was left uncontrolled, would someone have taken its inner core? If that was the case, it would be a big problem.

Without its inner core, the Black Flood Dragon’s strength would be greatly diminished.

Recalling for a moment, Jia Meixian then shook her head, “Apart from you, I found nothing…”

An Jing nodded, sinking into thought.

“Of course, your clothes were changed by my Brother Yang Chong,” Jia Meixian recalled something and her face turned slightly red.

“Thank you, young lady, for saving my life…..”

As An Jing was about to give a salute, he suddenly felt a tearing sensation in his chest, and his brow tightened instantly.

Jia Meixian supported An Jing’s arm, then said, “You don’t need to speak, just rest well.”

“No need for thanks where gratitude is due.”

An Jing expressed his gratitude.

Without Jia Meixian before his eyes, he would be in the same state as the Black Flood Dragon, it without its inner core and him without his life.

Jia Meixian, Four Symbols Sect…..

Suddenly, An Jing thought of something, a glint appeared in his eyes; the Sect Leader of the Four Symbols Sect happened to have the surname Jia. Could it be that the girl before him was related to Jia Shiwu?

“No need, no need, my grandfather constantly warned, the daughters and sons of Jianghu should aid the injured and draw swords to assist those in unrighteous situations, these are my duties.”

Hearing An Jing speak like this, Jia Meixian couldn’t help asking, “Where are you from, and how did you come to sustain such severe internal injuries?”

An Jing’s brain whirred rapidly, and he immediately thought of an explanation, saying sadly, “I am originally a Daoist known as Han Wenxin from East Lin Road, and I was planning to visit a friend in Yujing City this time; unexpectedly, I encountered bandits on the road…”

Hearing this, Jia Meixian’s face paled instantly, “Bandits? I hadn’t thought there would be bandits nearby.”

Not to mention that the Xuanyi Guard had been striking hard against bandits in recent years, but Dragon Hidden Creek was a territory of the Four Symbols Sect, to think there were still bandits.

Without changing his expression, An Jing said, “I was chased by the bandits all the way and escaped to this place.”

“You must have some skills to have escaped from the bandits,” Jia Meixian said with concern, “You haven’t eaten in days, I’ll get you something to eat.”

“That would trouble Miss Jia,” An Jing responded with a smile, as he patted his stomach.

“You’re welcome,”

Jia Meixian covered her mouth with a chuckle and walked away with light steps.

Watching Jia Meixian leave, An Jing touched his face, realizing his mask was gone. He vaguely remembered that his mask had fallen off when he dropped.

“I better check my internal injuries first.”

An Jing took a deep breath before examining his internal injuries.

The injuries were serious, but not extremely so.

Mainly, it was the internal injuries from the battle with elder Qingfeng and the aftereffects of the Great Sun Tathagata Mantra that had combined that had caused him to collapse from exhaustion.

With ten days to half a month of recuperation, he should be able to recover.

“What about the Black Flood Dragon?”

After examining his internal injuries, An Jing couldn’t help thinking of the Black Flood Dragon.

The Black Flood Dragon couldn’t move without being controlled. Jia Meixian saved me, so how could she not have seen the Black Flood Dragon?

Could it be that Feng Lingyue chased after me, skinned and deboned the Black Flood Dragon, taking its kidneys?

But that’s not right; Feng Lingyue wouldn’t have let me go.

The more An Jing thought about it, the stranger it seemed. He felt there was something peculiar about the situation, and it seemed necessary to personally visit Dragon Hidden Creek.

“This is the Four Symbols Sect, and I have been unconscious for two days.”

An Jing’s expression became somewhat strange, and he thought to himself, “My injuries are not too severe; I should be able to leave the Four Symbols Sect tomorrow, to avoid attracting any trouble.”

Just then, Jia Meixian came in with a bowl of porridge, “Here is the morning porridge; I’ve warmed it up.”

An Jing took the porridge, smiling, “I can handle it myself; no need to trouble Miss Jia.”

Jia Meixian hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Alright, then you eat first, I’ll go and brew another batch of medicine for you.”

Saying this, without waiting for An Jing to respond, Jia Meixian enthusiastically ran out again.

Watching her graceful figure disappear, An Jing couldn’t help but chuckle softly.

In this world of deceit and intrigue within the martial arts community, there wasn’t just the clash of swords, but also many who joyfully helped others, possessing inherently good hearts.

“Tip Two: There is a blue opportunity (Four Symbols Hall) near the host.”

Just then, a stream of blue light emerged in An Jing’s mind.

“A blue opportunity?”

Upon hearing this, An Jing felt a stir in his heart.

He knew that a blue opportunity was an extremely rare treasure. Originally, the Holy Essence Gu had already evolved, helping Lou Xiangzhen advance from the Second Qi to the Third Qi, and also allowing him to directly ascend to the Half-step Master.

Every blue opportunity was a treasure that was rarely available in the world.

An Jing’s eyes narrowed, and he pondered secretly, “The Four Symbols Sect’s treasure, could this blue opportunity be the sword plaque left by the Four Symbols Sword Ancestor?”

“I’ll act when night falls. For now, it’s crucial to recover from my internal injuries.”

The ways of the world are unpredictable, and now that this opportunity had presented itself right in front of him, it would be a waste if he didn’t seize this blue opportunity.

After drinking the porridge, and then taking the decoction brewed by Jia Meixian, An Jing began to sit cross-legged to recover from his internal injuries.

Outside the wing of the Four Symbols Sect.

“Junior sister, I heard that the kid woke up?”

Yang Chong came over quickly, his eyes filled with curiosity.

“Yes.”

Jia Meixian nodded, smiling, “I just brewed some medicine for Mr. Han, and he’s resting after taking it.”

Yang Chong, astonished, said, “Impossible, that kid’s internal injuries are severe…”

He had taken An Jing’s pulse, and those injuries were either fatal or extremely severe. How could he have woken up so quickly? There must be something strange about this.

Jia Meixian frowned, “Mr. Han’s injuries are indeed very severe, and he can’t get out of bed right now. In my opinion, he still needs a few months of recuperation.”

“I’m going to see him.”

Upon hearing this, Yang Chong suddenly became a bit displeased. His own junior sister hadn’t taken such good care of him, yet she was going to look after that kid for several months?

“Senior brother, he is resting right now, it wouldn’t be good for you to disturb him,”

Jia Meixian quickly blocked Yang Chong, “Let’s wait until he wakes up tomorrow.”

After thinking it over, Yang Chong said, “Fine, I’ll wait until he wakes up tomorrow to see.”

Jia Meixian anxiously said, “Hmm, tomorrow you should take his pulse again, hoping that no lingering illness remains.”

However, Yang Chong shook his head and said, “With such severe injuries, it’s impossible not to have lingering effects. I think it’s already very fortunate that he survived.”

Hearing Yang Chong say this, Jia Meixian sighed, “Ah, that Young Master Han is really pitiful, I think he is a good person.”

Although it was their first meeting, Jia Meixian could tell from his ‘facial features’ that Young Master Han must be a good person.

Yang Chong furrowed his brows and said no more; his junior sister was just too kind-hearted, hopefully she wouldn’t be deceived.

…..

The moon was as dark as ink, the stars speckled across the sky.

On the bed, An Jing circulated the Daluo Heart Method and Ghost Valley Heart Method simultaneously, and his injuries healed at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After three Circulations, his Qi Mechanism finally calmed down slowly.

“It will still take several days to fully recover.”

An Jing slowly opened his eyes, which had a clear glint, “Now I only have about 30 to 40 percent of my strength, but it’s barely enough.”

Thirty to forty percent strength was equivalent to the high masters of the Heavenly Flower Realm, making it quite safe to move around in the Jianghu.

“Huh… the Blue Opportunity?”

Exhaling a breath of turbid air, An Jing’s body transformed into a residual shadow and disappeared within the room.

The moon hung high in the sky like a massive plate, bright and pristine, enveloping the entire building complex of the Four Symbols Sect.

Though An Jing was unfamiliar with the environment of the Four Symbols Sect, he could navigate by following the glowing light from the Earth Book.

Under the cover of night, a figure swept across the land like a breeze, silently approaching the Four Symbols Great Hall.

An Jing’s movement technique was very light, and coupled with the Concealing Qi Technique, even a Grandmaster in the Four Symbols Sect could not detect his presence, let alone now when there were no Grandmasters in the sect.

Just as he was about to move forward, a voice from under the floor of the tower caught his attention.

“The matter tomorrow must not encounter any mishaps.”

“Rest assured, there is no chance of failure.”

“Once this succeeds, Brother Jia, your merit will be like ascending from a dragon, and with the support of the Court, revival is just around the corner.”

….

“The matter tomorrow? Ascending from a dragon?”

An Jing raised his eyebrows and couldn’t help but look through a crack.

Through the dim light, he could clearly see the scene inside the room.

He saw an old man in blue robes sitting at the head, his brow furrowed heavily, his expression very solemn, and below him was a man in a hat, whose face was unclear, his aura concealed. Next to him was a middle-aged man with a sword, with ordinary looks and nothing remarkable.

An Jing glanced and remembered.

This man in blue robes was none other than the Sect Leader of the Four Symbols Sect, Jia Shiwu, and the man with the hat seemed to have been present that day, standing right behind Jia Shiwu.

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As for the middle-aged swordsman, An Jing had no impression of him, but the Qi Mechanism around him was distinctly sharp, clearly indicating he was a Swordsman of the Fifth Realm, evidently not an ordinary character in the martial world.

“It looks like they are discussing some important matter?”

An Jing’s eyes narrowed as he looked at the man in the hat, thinking to himself, “This person acts so covertly, could he be a high-level expert from the Demon Sect?”

……

PS: There will definitely be regular updates still, and the climax isn’t far off as we slowly gather what’s been foreshadowed. Although the pace has been slow earlier, it will pick up later, and if it doesn’t, it would collapse, right? Some may find it filler, but maintaining a consistent pace is essential, and there are probably about fifty chapters left.