110: Chapter 71 Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall_2 110: Chapter 71 Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall_2 Xu Cheng saw his confidence and truly believed that he might survive.
It was only afterwards that he ca to his senses, feeling that he had gone mad too, actually helping Qin Ming find soone, ready to “collect his corpse” when the ti ca.
The next day, Qin Ming treated Xu Cheng to a al at the best restaurant to express his gratitude, leaving the latter sowhat at a loss for words, while Wu Zheng was speechless.
For both n felt that Qin Ming was ninety percent likely to die on Chixia Mountain, beyond persuasion, yet he still invited people to dine so cheerfully.
Qin Ming spoke up: “Actually, I’d like to ask Brother Xu for help to see if there are any families here whose ancestors were once glorious but are now in decline.
I’m willing to pay to read their books, to borrow their Secret Book, and the price is negotiable.”
Wu Zheng’s eyes looked strange, feeling invisibly “hard”, inadvertently offended by Brother Qin.
Xu Cheng said: “You’re very confident, thinking you can survive in the Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall and prepare to train a new Jin Technique in advance to fuse with your own Heavenly Light Force on the day.”
Indeed, this was what Qin Ming ant.
He already knew that when Spring Thunder and Outer Heaven Light combined, they would not only produce a special Spiritual Material for rebirth but also because they were accompanied by a strong Heavenly Light, the effect was even stronger than that of the Three Colored Flower.
Those who survived could improve both the total amount and quality of their Heavenly Light, making it the best ti to integrate different kinds of techniques.
Xu Cheng agreed, saying: “I’ll go ask around for you.
Hmm, what kind of technique are you looking for?
This is very particular; you can’t just randomly combine them.”
Qin Ming wanted to say that any technique would do, but after thinking for a mont, he still chose to keep a low profile, saying: “I’d like a more vigorous Jin Technique, but if it’s unavailable, I’m also willing to try other options.”
Lately, he had been practicing the Yellow Mud Palm and had already mastered Soft Strength.
It was evident that this Jin Technique was truly remarkable, likely a fusion of multiple kinds of Heavenly Light Forces.
Now he could easily learn one or two more techniques, not wasting the chance to enter the Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall.
The next day, Xu Cheng brought news that he had found a declining family that still held their ancestor’s incomplete thods, and their current plight was truly hard to describe.
Qin Ming imdiately went with him, and upon seeing the dilapidated courtyard walls and the house that seed ready to collapse, he realized that this family was thoroughly ruined.
Xu Cheng sighed: “In the past, the Sun Family had a large estate, alas, misfortune cos without warning.
Over a decade ago, the old man of the Sun Family was gravely injured and died not long after.
His son also died in an accident two years ago, and his daughter-in-law eloped with soone else.
Now only an old lady in the Sun Family is left, raising a three-year-old grandson; it’s not easy for her.”
When Qin Ming saw the old lady of the Sun Family and the young child, he was deeply moved.
The old lady’s face was covered with wrinkles, worn by life without any sharp edges left, her eyes vacant and without a hint of luster, lighting up only when she looked at her little grandson.
It was said that she was once a rich young lady, and her marriage into the well-established Sun Family was quite the occasion.
But now, with the old man and son mysteriously dead, and their fortune lost, only she and her grandson were left to rely on each other.
Qin Ming felt that if soone was deliberately targeting them, this child would be in danger sooner or later.
Seeing the child stirred sothing in him, as if he saw his younger self.
This three-year-old child, whose little clothes were patched, practiced a certain Cultivation Technique in silence and determination.
Qin Ming had seen in those faded mories, his own childhood was not easy, very poor, raised alone by an old man who should be his grandfather, teaching him the skills from the silk scripture.
“Take it for a look.
It’s not worth much now, constantly stolen, totally fragnted.
I usually let kids who want to learn see it for free,” the old lady said, taking out a secret book.
She and her grandson lived a difficult life, often helped by neighbors, so she would let others read this book as a way of repaynt.
Qin Ming took over and noticed that only the animal skin cover was old, while the dozen or so pages inside must not be ancient artifacts.
The Xinsheng Skill was fragnted and incomplete, and the description of the Jin Technique was not detailed enough, with rather sloppy handwriting.
Both the animal skin cover and the paper exuded intense emotional fluctuations.
Qin Ming took it into his hands and thanked the old lady, sitting on a broken chair to start reading seriously, concentrating his spirit.
In an instant, he saw certain truths.
“Xinyi Hall, you are too cruel.
My Sun Family has fallen.
It’s true that we can’t keep up with the tis in this generation, and now you want to rob us of our Secret Book.
Ge Qianxun, to think I treated you as a brother, yet you struck with a killing blow.”
An old man kept coughing up blood, heavily injured by the people of Xinyi Hall who took away the Secret Book.
He only managed to grasp a cover page in his hand.
At this mont, he lay on the desk, trying to write down the contents of the lost Secret Book, but he was already too weak to go on.
After writing about twenty pages, he couldn’t hold on anymore and eventually died vomiting blood.
Clearly, so other events happened later, leaving only a dozen pages of this incomplete book.
“This must be the truth behind the bloody case from a decade ago.” Qin Ming sighed, suspecting that the death of the old lady’s son had much to do with Xinyi Hall.
Subsequently, he once again concentrated his spirit, resonating with the emotions in the leather cover, and obtained the complete content of the Secret Book.
It was a Hamr Technique, quite extraordinary.
Within it lay Hamring Force and Whip Power, two types of Heavenly Light Techniques, both of which needed to be mastered to unleash the true might of this Hamr Technique.
The book was not on par with the Yellow Mud Palm or the Heaven Cutting Blade Intent, but Qin Ming was still very pleased; having two more techniques at such a critical juncture was of great help to him.
He looked at the pitiful grandmother and grandchild as if seeing his past self and grandfather and took out thirty pieces of Day Gold.
In front of the old lady, he flicked them one by one into the ground, saying, “Old lady, I an no disrespect.
I am worried that bad people may cause you trouble, so take one out quietly whenever you’re in need.
If I make progress with the Hamr Technique later, I will write you a new book, improving this thod.”
Then he took out a small amount of silver coins, placed them in her hand, and turned away without waiting for her to speak.
Waiting in the yard, Xu Cheng asked, “You finished reading it already?”
“Mhm, I’ve finished.
Let’s go,” Qin Ming nodded.
The old lady chased them out, realized that the two n were walking too fast to catch up, and finally, she shed muddy tears silently.
…
The glow of Chixia stead up, the weather grew warr day by day, light rain danced between the mountains, and the snow lted rapidly.
Qin Ming had already ascended Chixia Mountain.
Over the past few days, the place had finally quieted down, no longer crowded with people.
On Chixia Mountain, there was a bustling Mountain God Temple, and there were pilgrims who settled in the mountain early, prepared to receive the Heavenly Light baptism—not few in number.
Unable to help themselves, they comnted, “These days, do we even have to queue up to die?”
Qin Ming, upon hearing this, wasn’t angry but instead couldn’t help laughing.
This ti, he had the chance to admire the scenery of Chixia Mountain.
If it were springti with blooming flowers, the whole mountain would be a sea of red, all vegetation primarily crimson.
For now, he could only enjoy the sight of sheer cliffs and strange rocks.
In the days that followed, he entered the bright-tiled Thunder Fire Alchemy Hall every day, enduring the assaults of many resentful spirits, carefully searching for sothing.
He wanted to fish treasures out of the black ocean composed of chaotic emotions, never giving up hope.
Boom!
That day, as spring thunder began to stir, a distant dull roar sounded.
Qin Ming suddenly looked up, was it finally coming?
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