Night Without End

Chapter 1389 - 584: Two Years Since the Promise [Happy New Year!]

His Inner World Opening Heaven Axe was obtained from a peerless genius in the sky—Xie Jinglei.

And he once resonated with parts of the truth.

In the past, Xie Jinglei and others discovered a strange fate. He acquired an almost charred axe handle, while the peerless genius of the Huang Family obtained much more, including the shattered axe head.

If there were no outsiders present, Xie Jinglei would have certainly died.

However, years later, he was still abandoned.

He toiled for several decades, only to walk the old road again.

The Great Grandmaster of Star Mountain said, "A complete Inner World Opening Heaven Axe belongs to the Ultimate Skill of the Forbidden Domain. I heard that Nephew Huang has nearly collected everything, and if he comes out again, he will surely be the leader of their generation."

The Great Grandmaster of the Huang Family shook his head and said, "He has taken many wrong turns and detours and has not yet reached the appropriate level."

"Has he come?" the Great Grandmaster of Star Mountain asked.

He saw that the old man’s expression from the Huang Clan slightly stagnated, and he immediately understood in his heart that the peerless genius had certainly arrived, intending to temper the axe with blood in this Wild Immortal Realm and slaughter primal creatures.

Many had heard rumors of the peerless genius of the Huang Family, who, in recent decades, used the Blood Refining Method to supplement the Ultimate Skill of the Forbidden Domain—the Inner World Opening Heaven Axe.

The Great Grandmaster of Star Mountain suggested, "He can be allowed to kill this madman who caused a bloodbath, just to sharpen the edge of the Divine Axe."

Nearby, many people heard their conversation without avoiding outsiders and were all mentally shaken.

The war beast, over ninety years old, and the peerless genius of the Huang Family, over eighty years old, were still considered very "young" in the eyes of many. They had dominated an era, and they were also about to enter the arena personally?

Plus, with the Great Grandmaster personally present, if they encounter the "kind and soft-hearted light" again, it will be interesting.

...

Qin Ming returned to Shuangshu Village, calm and unruffled, because the villagers did not know he had left. After all, he often went into the mountains and disappeared for several days now and then.

Only acquaintances familiar with the inside story hurried to see him.

For instance, Wen Rui, Red Squirrel, and others.

"Huh, you even put on ’Secret Feather’ armor." Qin Ming was surprised, noticing the flowing Divine Patterns on the Thunder King Bird’s feathers, realizing the anomaly at once.

"Could it be that after growing three heads and six wings, my bloodline continually purifies, comparable to the Thunder Emperor Bird? An old senior in the family valued me and bestowed treasure armor."

The Thunder King Bird had recently returned to its flock, which truly counted as a triumphant return.

Red Squirrel said, "Not bad, you’re showing off in your clan."

The Thunder King Bird raised its head and said, "I’m not the poor kid I used to be; I’m... the poor kid of this year."

It didn’t get carried away, deeply appreciating the wealth of the Sovereign Bird; this return to the clan was considered "aided."

Red Squirrel said, "Be satisfied, following Uncle Qin, eating nine meals a day, there are too many hidden benefits."

It now held back, never mentioning the old affair of its grain warehouse being plundered.

Thinking back six years ago, in that snowy winter, when its lair was plundered, it almost fainted from anger and stayed unconscious for a long time.

The Thunder King Bird nodded seriously and said, "Indeed, nothing is richer than changing the root bone, significantly enhancing one’s strength."

Qin Ming drank tea, listening to them talk about the outside world, guiding Wen Rui in cultivation, feeling quite pleasant.

What did the slaughter of the Wild Immortal Realm have to do with him? Staying at home, there’s no way trouble could descend from the sky.

"Where is the talking sparrow?" Qin Ming asked.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

The talking sparrow led a few peers, drawing a beautiful trajectory and landed gracefully.

"Mountain Master, these are my young ones for this year, freshly fledged. I specially brought them over for you to see."

Qin Ming bestowed some Spiritual Medicine, yet felt speechless; as the seasons came and went, this guy was already six generations in the same household.

The most crucial thing is, its affections were not at all monogamous; every spring, it would form a new family.

The talking sparrow proudly claimed it as the racial nature, unblameable.

"Little scoundrel bird," Qin Ming commented.

The talking sparrow immediately retorted, "I’m no longer the scoundrel bird of past, I am..."

Red Squirrel added, "You’re this year’s little scoundrel bird."

The talking sparrow threatened, "Scoundrel squirrel, don’t talk about me, if we go back to the mountain, I will deal with your great-grandchild!"

Qin Ming was astonished, not imagining even this Red Squirrel was four generations under one roof.

He was at a loss for words, but listening to their quarrel, found it very amusing.

Wen Rui said, "Uncle, when are you getting married? Quickly find an aunt for me, and give me a younger brother."

The Thunder King Bird said, "Right, Mountain Master, you brought back more than one woman. Which one do you intend to choose as your partner?"

The talking sparrow waved a little wing and said, "Is there a need to choose? Marry them all!"

Qin Ming was somewhat lost in thought; time indeed flew. In the blink of an eye, Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran had been gone for over two years, and he had already stepped into the Grandmaster Realm.

In this vast and dangerous Yewu World, even without special weapons for protection, a Grandmaster could barely begin exploring the distance.

Currently, he was just a little over twenty-two years old and had already stepped into the Fifth Realm. No matter where you put him, he was like a needle in a bag, truly remarkable.

At least, in the Yujing Camp, there wasn’t a Grandmaster in their early twenties.

The saints he knew were all older than him.

Qin Ming put down the teacup, looked up, and gazed at Black and White Mountain.

Having just broken into the Grandmaster Realm, although traveling far was difficult, it wasn’t impossible.

"I wonder what the domains where Doushuai Temple and Xuannü Palace are like."

Qin Ming was lost in thought, but then he shook his head and decided to focus on the matters at hand first.

Not long after, he walked into the great mountains, unrolled the broken cloth, and released Little Worm, Two Puppets, and Chairman. The three were full of vitality, hardly resembling corpses.

Thump, thump...