CHAPTER 388: CHAPTER 234: REAPING SURPRISES

"The last time the Six Imperial Ancestor Court conducted an assessment at the World’s Edge Zone, several mysterious blood demons were killed, and it’s suspected that he was involved. Such performance is seriously beyond expectations!"

The Cui Family recently went to investigate, and someone showed a solemn expression.

It should be noted that Cui Chongxuan has been practicing the "Six Imperial Heart Sutra" for several years, and is already a mutant, yet he could only flee from those old demons.

"At that time, he had only been on the Newborn Road for a few months. How could he surpass Chongxuan, who trained in the Six Imperial Forces?"

Unless Qin Ming has mastered the legendary Jin Technique, but he has no access to the Ru Lai power, Yuqing power, etc.!

The only thing he has thoroughly studied is the Silk Scripture, which he has been practicing since childhood, and this is the product of the collective study of multiple Ancestor Masters.

"How is it possible, without guidance, no one can successfully practice the Silk Scripture!"

"Nothing is set in stone. What if his talent is truly terrifying?"

Someone in the Cui Family argued.

They then remembered that Qin Ming learned everything quickly since childhood.

If it weren’t for someone misleading him, causing him to embark on a path doomed to no result, indulging in the Silk Scripture, his other achievements should have been astonishing.

Looking back now, could it be their intervention that created a monster?

"I hope we guessed wrong."

"We really shouldn’t have let him practice Silk Scroll Calligraphy back then!"

Evidently, some are regretting it.

In the antique study, a silver-haired elder with a ruddy complexion sighed lightly: "Such a good child, pushed away by you."

He put down the teacup, gently tapped the table, and said, "If there are doubts, then it’s best to kill him early."

"Someone is protecting him," a middle-aged woman said.

The elder’s expression was calm, and he said, "If he is mediocre, just suppress him on the Black and White Mountain. If he shows extraordinary abilities and is already opposing us, why keep him?"

Someone nodded. If it weren’t for Cui Laoqi’s obstruction, Qin Ming would have died years ago, and none of this would have happened.

The silver-haired elder took a sip of tea and said, "He’s just a house child, killing him is as easy as snapping one’s fingers. The sooner, the better."

"With such a big event in Kunleng, who doesn’t desire the Auspicious Blood? If he is exceptional, he should emerge and compete for it."

Under the night sky, many Exotic Birds were shuttling beneath the dark clouds, all being fast-flying Lightning Sparrows, Thunder Falcons, etc., delivering important messages.

In the Kunleng Territory, from noble families to academy disciples, to the Great Sect from various paths, as well as a large number of loose cultivators, all had flocked.

Outside the Third Forbidden Zone, the sounds of slaughter rose everywhere, and the highland under the night sky had become chaotic.

"Old practitioners of the Third Realm, have some decency! Do you feel accomplished harvesting the First Realm little demons?" A Golden Winged Parrot flew through the air, shouting loudly.

A group of experts was enraged and looked up one after another. Did this bird eat bear heart and leopard gall? They prepared to shoot it down.

The parrot exuded Vajra power, dazzling in the night sky, and hurriedly shouted: "Everyone, these are the original words of an Ancestor Master—I am just the mouthpiece. He said you snatching heads like this not only gains no merits but will also deduct combat merits, and there’s no Auspicious Blood to claim!"

Even if it was the Ancestor Master’s messenger, even a chicken in front of the Ancestor Master’s house, they would have to acknowledge it as a Phoenix. Who would dare to attack it? All murderous intent was restrained.

On the highland, the flags of the thousand-year-old families waved, experts from the Outer World traversed the sky with Spirit Light derived from Consciousness, elites from Esoteric Buddhism were traversing, and a large number of loose cultivators were fighting bloody battles with high spirits.

Each side was vying to be the first, and the blood-stained highland was awash with attempts to seize combat merits.

"Everyone, only the beheading scenes recorded in the Memory Crystals count, don’t think about privately piling up spoils for one person to exchange for Auspicious Blood." Someone loudly reminded.

Everywhere, they were madly killing.

In fact, demons were also retaliating fiercely, fearlessly courageous, bringing considerable pressure to all parties, with heavy casualties on the battlefield.

However, those from all paths remained confident, knowing that their Ancestor Masters had already dealt with the highest tier foes like the Auspicious Beasts; could the rest overturn the heavens?

Those big organizations and loose cultivators had a psychological advantage, knowing their side would eventually emerge victorious.

Hence, many troops were fighting frenziedly, with blood dyeing the highland red.

"Nostalgia, the old gentleman recalled those glorious years. The last Great Exploration, we expanded territories, drove away the invading An Clan, pierced through tens of thousands of miles. It was truly exhilarating!"

At the edge of the highland, stood several extremely aged figures, all with a look of reminiscence.

Back then, each family competed, striving to earn merits deep within the Yewu World, with some bold figures daring to penetrate enemy lines with a small force, charging recklessly.

Many elite families were forged out of these battles, seizing large tracts of land, making great contributions, and receiving rich rewards.

Each Great Exploration saw the emergence of new powerful forces and the rise of future prodigies, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Ancestor Masters.

Now, many people witnessing the battle on the highland were anticipating another Great Exploration.

Some elders hoped for their family’s rise, while some strong individuals harbored their own ambitions, hoping to find Creation deep within the Night Fog and become a Grandmaster level figure.

It was fair to say that the current Yewu World, from top to bottom, was eager for a Great Exploration, nearly forming a joint force.

Therefore, the current scene, although just a prelude, had already excited many people.

After the Golden Winged Parrot’s shout, reminding the old guys to have some face, the battlefield was now stratified, each finding their suitable opponent, leaving many opportunities for the young ones.

Qin Ming and Xiao Wu also entered the battlefield, and since the older generation no longer snatched demons, their gains began to surge.

At this moment, the two had separated, like two flood dragons dividing the sea, splitting the wind and waves, cutting through forward, continuously beheading demons.

Behind them, a Golden Sheep, sturdier than cattle and horses, pulled an iron-plated war chariot, responsible for packing up the spoils for the two of them.