Late at night, in the Black and White Mountain, the Fire Spring trickled, shrouded in light rain. Fire glow and rain threads intertwined, weaving a layer of hazy gauze, rendering the woods a warm red within the mist.
Qin Ming walked leisurely in the rain towards the outside of the mountain.
Suddenly, he stopped, glanced at the Chairman behind him, took out the golden silk parasol, and gestured for her to co over.
The Chairman’s silver hair glimred with a clear radiance in the night, her jade-like, pure white face slightly tense. Did the two intend to share an umbrella?
Although she had just revived, and her life’s story was yet brief, she felt it inappropriate to walk this close.
Gentle rain pattered, the Chairman approached slowly, her brows like distant Dai ink, her dark pupils deep and silently watchful.
Qin Ming handed her the umbrella, then turned away again.
The Chairman was startled; was this umbrella solely for her? Yet, as a cultivator, what did a little wind and rain matter? They could never co close.
Her heart thought flickered slightly; was this "Master" seeking to ease relations? Seeming approachable and carrying a touch of tenderness?
Her lips slightly curved, hinting at a faint smile.
Qin Ming paused his steps, saying, "Stay close, the rain is falling on ."
The Chairman’s faint smile froze on her perfect face, the curve of her crimson lips disappeared. Was she to wield the umbrella, shielding the figure ahead from rain?
Rain threads slanted, verdant grass and trees freshened, the Chairman took the golden silk parasol, expressionless, silently keeping pace with the figure ahead.
"Hmm?" Suddenly, she sensed sothing, her body’s instincts revealing that this was... a Supre Treasure covered in dust!
Her eyes, like autumn waters, rippled.
In just a few short steps, the Chairman’s heart lake had rippled multiple tis.
Qin Ming, as a Grandmaster, at this level, how could he need soone else’s umbrella to block the rain? Now he was free from external interference, pristine, carrying the aura of a Banished Immortal.
He was rely finding a pretext to temporarily give away the golden silk parasol.
He did not think a person like the Chairman would willingly lower herself.
Those who rose amidst ancient bloodshed and chaos, and could revive their true self again in later generations, were not ordinary beings.
A great man exists between heaven and earth, how could he remain long subordinated?
Therefore, Qin Ming had to be cautious.
The Chairman’s biggest shortcoming now was her consciousness was only recently revived, still not quite robust; at this stage, the golden silk parasol was precisely her greatest nesis.
Qin Ming clasped his hands behind, without turning back, saying, "Your Light of the Soul has Pure Yang Attribute, yet it’s like exotic flowers first blooming, needing protection; this umbrella suits you well, keep it with you."
Earlier he had secretly communicated with Little Huang, seriously briefing him.
If situations changed, the golden silk parasol could imdiately contain her.
"Is it a Supre Treasure?" the Chairman asked solemnly.
Amidst the rain curtain, Qin Ming nodded slightly, saying, "Yes, it’s temporarily lent to you, as your protection umbrella."
Though the Chairman had just awakened, she was no innocent, pure-minded person; to have fought her way from the harsh conditions of ancient tis, she could not be simple.
She was aware, said nothing more, just nodded.
After all, she herself did not fully trust Qin Ming, nor need to cherish hope that he would fully trust her?
Qin Ming felt having such a person by his side, constantly observing, was the best motivation, urging him to bravely forge ahead and keep progressing.
Night had deepened, the little courtyard of blue bricks was shrouded by rain threads, only a hazy silhouette visible.
Under the sa roof, the Chairman was graceful and elegant, not feeling anything inappropriate, she borrowed pen and ink from Qin Ming, seemingly instinctively wanting to seek Enlightennt in the process of writing Scripture.
Soon, gentle Spirit Essence rose from the paper under her pen, her entire being seed to step into an unfathomable Domain.
Qin Ming cast a glance, then turned his head. Though he was proficient in art, music, calligraphy, and painting, based on the Chairman’s writing alone, she’d outshine him.
Before entering ditation, Qin Ming kindly spoke, saying, "You still have injuries; heal first, no need to rush practicing Skill. Starting tomorrow is fine; I’ll give you three days, that will make you fuller."
The Chairman nodded, saying, "This Scripture is indeed extraordinary; it seems high-level practice demands a lot from one’s physique."
She decided to first adjust her body to the strongest state, then to charge the great gate.
The following day, as Shallow Night arrived, Qin Ming noticed her brows slightly furrowed, already having used a stack of paper, filled with words imbued with Spirit Essence.
"How is it?" Qin Ming asked.
The Chairman replied, saying, "Alright, this Scripture aning poses so difficulty."
Upon hearing this, Qin Ming smiled faintly.
He inford the golden silk parasol in secret; he was going out to visit friends, asking it to be attentive.
Before leaving, Qin Ming looked at the Chairman, saying, "Slowly comprehend, don’t rush. There’s still ti."
If he were to travel far, every necessary matter would naturally need to be sorted out in advance.
The Snow White Conch glowed, Qin Ming felt and listened at his ear, Bai ng’s voice ca from inside.
"Brother Ming, you returned safely? That’s great. The Wild Immortal Realm is about to close, for now, only exit is allowed; entering temporarily is not permitted."
Whether Above the Nine Heavens or the ground, all old Seventh Realm monsters considered that the Earth Realm might be a large experintal grounds.
Ancient figures seem to be researching sothing there.
If the strongest were to abandon that Earth Realm, it would be fine; it’s no big deal.
The concern is that so experints are ongoing, people from Yujing continually flooding there, which might eventually provoke unknown disaster.
The Supre Blood Battle just ended not long ago; in the short term, Yujing does not wish to engage in another large-scale battle with a powerful system.
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