CHAPTER 176: CHAPTER 125: ALTERNATE SAINT HEIR, ADVANCEMENT TO PRIMORDIAL CORE (TWO-IN-ONE)_3

He does not blame others, everything is his own fault.

He took a deep breath.

Qin Yun flipped through other pieces of information.

"The Celestial Being List is updated, and True Man Tianjian ranks thirty-six."

"Thunder Shock Blade Venerate challenged but was crushed by True Man Tianjian, who then established the True Martial Sword Monument. Is it possible that True Man Tianjian possesses the strength of the top twenty on the Celestial Being List?"

"Has Senior Brother become the Sect Leader?"

...

As Qin Yun read through the reports, his eyelids kept twitching.

Finally, he exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, alleviating much of his earlier worries.

Hearing news of the True Martial Sect again after more than a year, it was better than he imagined.

True Man Tianjian’s unexpected strength means that the Demon Sect won’t be able to easily target the True Martial Sect. Moreover, there is now a looming presence of the Town North King behind the True Martial Sect.

He felt a slight disappointment in his heart.

Watching the True Martial Sect grow step by step, yet he was not part of it.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his expression suddenly became cold.

The sound of the door opening echoed, as Ghost Mask stepped inside.

Qin Yun stood up respectfully:

"Greetings to Ghost Mask, the Vice Sect Leader!"

Ghost Mask waved his hand, his laughter somewhat low and deep:

"Now that you are already a candidate for Saint Heir, you don’t have to act as before when you see me."

Qin Yun felt calm inside, but his expression turned serious:

"The rituals cannot be discarded. Without the Vice Sect Leader’s guidance, Qin Yun would not have the opportunities he has today. Even if I were to become a Saint Heir, I would always remember the Vice Sect Leader’s kindness."

Ghost Mask smiled, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes, and glanced at the documents on the desk, seemingly nonchalantly asking:

"Reading the True Martial Sect’s intel?"

Qin Yun’s heart skipped a beat, and he replied naturally:

"Indeed, during the more than a year at the Blood Demon Pool, I never dared forget the Vice Sect Leader’s instructions."

Ghost Mask stared at Qin Yun for a moment and then suddenly laughed heartily:

"The Holy Sect has now made a new decision to change its attitude towards the True Martial Sect."

Qin Yun didn’t speak yet.

Ghost Mask continued speaking to himself:

"You are now one of the three candidate Saint Heirs, but whether you can remove the word ’candidate’ makes a world of difference. Your main competitors now are Xiang Tianxing’s faction’s Ye Kuang and the Second Elder’s faction’s Wei Lei."

"Although you have the favor of the Grand Elder, your foundation is shallow. To compete for position, you need to make significant achievements."

"Firstly, if you can persuade the True Martial Sect to join our Holy Sect enterprise, it will be a major contribution. The Holy Sect places great importance on True Man Tianjian and the True Martial Sword Monument."

As he spoke,

Ghost Mask patted Qin Yun on the shoulder. However, Qin Yun only nodded slightly after blinking his eyes, saying, ’I will try my best.’

But he knew in his heart that this was absolutely impossible.

He understood that his master would never pledge allegiance to the Demon Sect.

Ghost Mask continued:

"Secondly, you need to win over neutral figures from Lin Xueshuang’s faction. Her daughter Lin Ruhua should be known to you. If you can win her favor, it won’t be difficult for Lin Xueshuang to support you. I’ve discussed this with Lin Xueshuang a few times, and she tacitly agreed. It depends on your skills."

Qin Yun was slightly taken aback, then nodded:

"I will try."

Ghost Mask added:

"Moreover, you need to perform more often in regular times. With a shallow foundation, you need to work even harder."

"Thank you for the advice, Vice Sect Leader!" Qin Yun expressed his gratitude.

If possible, he naturally wanted to become a Saint Heir of the Demon Sect, as it would grant him more resources and even the chance to become a legendary Martial Saint.

Currently, aside from hoping for the success of the True Martial Sect, his biggest goal is to continually grow stronger. He has always been competitive, or he wouldn’t have bet his entire lifespan in the Blood Demon Pool.

"By the way, there’s an event recently, and it’s best if you join me to resolve it," Ghost Mask’s gaze gradually turned cold, "Previously, the Southern Border Alliance attacked us for no reason, but now they have sent a message to sit down and negotiate after experiencing our Holy Sect’s deep roots and our fierce retaliation."

He briefly explained the background of the incident, then added:

"This matter seems peculiar. After going through life-and-death battles with the Southern Border Alliance, it feels like we’ve fallen into someone else’s trap. This negotiation is the best chance to find out the root cause. Though the Southern Border Alliance acted foolishly, we can’t let others take advantage of it for nothing."

Qin Yun slowly nodded and replied:

"The Saintess of the Southern Border? I’m curious to have a look."

...

Ning Qi was still unaware that his impersonation of Elder Wang in eradicating the Southern Border Alliance’s base in Qing State had caused a prolonged blood feud between two forces, leading them now to consider negotiation.

He had more important matters to attend to.

Half a month ago,

he had taken his tenth Blood Jade Pill.

Now,

he finally reached his limit.

Rumble!

A faint rumbling emanated from within Ning Qi. If not for him using the Silence Technique to conceal it, any leaked aura would have startled those around.

Ning Qi observed himself from within.

The Jade Liquid Sea seemed boundless, filling the Dantian, and was exceedingly profound, with no visible bottom. Every casual motion was accompanied by immense power.

Ning Qi considered it.

In his current state, he undoubtedly possessed strength comparable to the tail end of the top ten on the Celestial Being List.

During this process of quantitative change, his strength had also improved significantly.

And now, a qualitative change was imminent.

Within the Seeking Tao Institute, only Ning Qi was present.

He sat cross-legged, as the young shoots from the Enlightenment Tea tree emitted a faint exotic fragrance that further soothed Ning Qi’s state of mind.

"Turn."

With a thought, everything fell into place.

Within the Dantian,

the once lofty ’Great Sun’ shattered and fell, with Gang Qi returning to the great sea.