Night without Borders

Chapter 365 Even the most splendid woman needs to take a kick.

Qin Ming's words nearly made both of them explode.

The boy in white was breathing heavily and rapidly, like the rising and falling of a broken pottery kiln bellows, making a constant "whooshing" sound.

He was a member of the Holy Clan with extraordinary lineage, a prodigy capable of mastering the Golden Cicada Scripture to its highest level, yet the black-clad boy with a small nose and ears repeatedly called him a pig.

The woman in red was beautiful, but now she was glaring angrily at the other party. The other party's words were very hurtful and insulting. For someone of her extraordinary status, this was the first time she had ever experienced such a thing.

The key point is that this was her first defeat in life, which left her feeling resentful and unable to accept the fact.

The young man in white was about to speak when Qin Ming shut him up with a "pig-headed, pig-brained" remark.

He immediately turned his head and said, "Sister, you didn't lose. You were simulating my mental field, but you didn't show the supreme demeanor you should have."

The woman in the red dress nodded, her delicate eyebrows relaxing.

Upon hearing this, Qin Ming immediately looked at the girl in the red dress and asked, "Are you a pig too?"

In that instant, the woman in the red dress felt an urge to skin him alive.

The young man in white immediately spoke up: "Don't talk nonsense. My master's status is so noble and unapproachable that you could not even get close to him in the real world. You could only look up at him from afar."

"You pig-headed, pig-mouthed brat!" Qin Ming retorted to the Holy Clan youth.

Then, he looked at the woman in the red dress and said, "You have a small nose and small ears too. Does your white beast curse you behind your back every day?"

Upon hearing this, the young man in white broke out in a cold sweat and said, "Don't slander me."

He looked at the woman in the red dress and quickly explained, "My lord, I am not a naturally born saint, I took human form relatively late, and my aesthetic sense has not yet improved."

Outside, the night is as dark as an abyss, but here there is a magnificent sunset, with layers upon layers of fiery clouds, making for an infinitely beautiful sunset scene.

However, the woman in the red dress was in a very bad mood, even extremely bad. The boy in black had repeatedly humiliated her by pressing his face against hers, which was utterly hateful!
She was young and originally a bit naive, but now she seemed much more mature because of her anger. Her eyes were deep, her chest was heaving violently, and her exquisite face was so red that it looked like it was burning. Even her hair was shining as if it was about to burst into flames, and her red dress was fluttering wildly.

The woman in red took a deep breath and said, "You have actually created the legendary Sumeru Field, and your various methods are exquisite. May I ask your name, race, and region? I would like to visit you in the real world, share a drink, and discuss the Dao."

She had limited time and couldn't stay long. She also knew nothing about the boy in black and was unwilling to leave just like that. She hoped to "confront" him in real life.

“My home is in Yujing, my surname is Gao, my given name is Buwang, and I am also known as the Common Ruler by many people,” Qin Ming responded.

He knew perfectly well that the woman in the red dress was patient, restrained, and cultured, all because she wanted to know his background.

He fiddled with the strip of cloth in his hand; it was indeed woven from various exotic metals, brand new, and bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

The woman in the red dress had a gaze that could almost "slay" people; that was the thing she used to tie her hair up, and it was a replica of a certain "sacred object," reproduced without the slightest error.

Now, however, it is coiled around the boy's slender fingers, moving like a serpent.

The woman in the red dress couldn't take it anymore. She felt like someone was touching her hair, and her whole body felt uncomfortable.

With a whoosh, she made her final move, a sneak attack, trying to seize the golden ribbon—her hair-binding accessory, which she wouldn't allow to fall into someone else's hands.

After admiring it, Qin Ming tied it to his wrist and retaliated decisively.

The woman in the red dress carried a divine aura. Around her, golden lotuses bloomed in abundance. She stood high in the clouds, and all things in the world appeared, including meteorites, divine cities, the Great Thunderclap Temple, and Kunpeng. They surged toward Qin Ming like a tidal wave, pressing together in one direction.

Qin Ming's expression was solemn. He unleashed his full power of chaotic energy, using the most intense light of heaven to pierce through and blast away all the wonders, annihilating everything in the world!
The woman in the red dress turned and left without saying a word, but the woman was deeply moved and unable to calm down.

She has always believed that she is unparalleled in combat power within the same field, and no one can make her taste defeat, at least not within the Holy Race's territory.

But now, this black-clad youth has injured her twice, and a wisp of blood essence once again spills from the corner of his mouth.

Although she was simulating someone else's mental field and it was difficult for her to maximize her own strength, she was actually not far from her limit.

Because this white beast was originally extraordinary; otherwise, it wouldn't have become her follower and caught her eye.

Seeing this, the young man in white felt a chill run down his spine. His master had used his trump cards one after another, but in the end, he could only run away without saying a word. Yet he was still standing there dumbfounded.

He realized he had been careless and had been too overconfident in this woman's fighting prowess, so he let out a howl and fled.

Qin Ming's eyes were only on the woman in red, and he kept his eyes locked on her. After the Chaos Force was unleashed, both his speed and strength were increased to the limit. He chased after her through three courtyards.

The woman in the red dress possessed extraordinary skills; she could gather and disperse invisibly, transforming into streaks of crimson light at crucial moments, which then converged into human form at the gate.

She took a step forward and looked back, wanting to remember Qin Ming's mental fluctuations so that she could find him in reality in the future and then "educate" him without reservation.

As she stepped out of the door in the sunset, her black hair fluttered in the evening glow, and even her face seemed to glow, giving her a truly unparalleled air of elegance and beauty.

Suddenly, she was taken aback. The other person had learned so quickly, also gathering and dispersing invisibly, manifesting in front of the door.

With a bang, she felt dizzy and was sent flying forward, unable to dodge the kick!
Qin Ming was disappointed. The opponent was too fast and had already stepped out of the door, almost standing completely in the real world. He reacted quickly and kicked the opponent in the butt, delivering the final blow and sending him flying.

"Ah ah ah..."

The woman in the red dress, who had been restraining herself and maintaining her composure, finally broke down at the last moment, wanting nothing more than to fight back. Her beautiful eyes were blazing with fire, and her hair seemed to be on fire.

The white-clad youth had a head as big as a bucket, and his hair stood on end. He had just escaped to the entrance of the Great Thunderclap Temple when he found himself blocked by the other party, who had cut off his way.

“Brother, we have no past grudges or recent feuds. What happened today was my fault, brother. Look at this…”

Qin Ming hadn't expected that he would be so "flexible," bowing his head in an instant without any hesitation.

"Come on, tell me about your Holy Clan, and where you are." Qin Ming grabbed him and pulled him towards him.

Suddenly, a burst of light appeared at the entrance of the Great Thunderclap Temple, and countless golden lotus petals danced in the air, covering the white-robed youth and carrying him away.

The white-robed youth was overjoyed, then looked at Qin Ming and said, "Hehe, the welcoming ceremony has begun. Little brother from Yujing, you just wait!"

At the last minute, he became arrogant again and resorted to verbal threats and intimidation.

Qin Ming unleashed his Hunyuan Force and used his Adhesive attribute, hoping to immobilize him and slowly subdue him.

However, the external forces were too great, and the lotus petals formed from the golden clouds were disintegrating its celestial energy.

Qin Ming realized that the cultivation civilization in the Holy Clan's territory was relatively advanced and mature, and that they had the means to solve "soul loss syndrome," and that they could even guide people from outside.

At the last moment, he unleashed his full power, kicking out with one leg. Since he couldn't get it in, he might as well send it away.

Ahead, at the entrance of the Great Thunderclap Temple, a cluster of golden lotuses burst open, and the white-robed youth let out a miserable scream as he too had been kicked in the buttocks.

Without Jin Xia's protection, he might have exploded on the spot.

Even so, he felt like he was about to crack open.

Qin Ming realized that this guy's buttocks were all bones, with poor defense, and estimated that this kick would blow them apart.

He muttered to himself, "The feel isn't as good as the previous one."

"Why did you kick my butt too?!" the white-clad boy roared in grief and indignation.

After the word "also," many eyes immediately turned to him. In particular, he saw the look in his master's eyes that seemed to want to skin him alive, and he froze on the spot.

After a moment, the woman in the red dress tried to remain calm and said, "He mastered the 'Divine Cicada Scripture' and created the legendary Sumeru Field. There shouldn't be many people like him. Go and investigate in some distant human territories..."

In the evening glow, at the Great Thunderclap Temple, in the Seven Treasures Pond made of coral, giant clam shells, red pearls, and other materials, Qin Ming felt a comfortable groan.

He felt nourished and cleansed, as if he had returned to his mother's womb, his innate energy abundant, and his spirit and consciousness seemingly reborn.
In a daze, he seemed to be falling asleep, hearing Zen chanting in his ears. He felt as if he were undergoing nirvana, his spirit and will like tender sprouts breaking through the soil, stretching and growing vigorously in the misty, seven-colored spiritual light, carrying the breath of the beginning of all things. Qin Ming suddenly opened his eyes. The liquid in the Seven Treasure Pool had dimmed considerably, and he seemed to have shed all fatigue and spiritual dust, replaced by a clear and transparent body.

"My consciousness has been enhanced, as if I've been reborn, and my potential has increased." He sensed this.

In distant legends, the Seven Treasures Pond of the Great Thunderclap Temple can nourish the roots of all things and enrich one's inner world.

Qin Ming got up and sat in another Seven Treasure Pool, only to find that he had no change and that absorbing the essence of the precious medicine from the rippling water had no effect.

"It seems one pool is enough. That pig-headed brat miscalculated."

A thought struck him: he no longer needed it, but he could take it out and give it away. With a thought, the entire pool of liquid flew up and surrounded him, radiating a dazzling array of seven-colored light.

Qin Ming used the Seven Treasures Liquid as clothing and wandered around the Great Thunderclap Temple. However, he could only go this far, as the deeper courtyards were blocked by divine light.

He went up to a high place and looked out, where he saw the scenery in the distance.

Deep within the Great Thunder Temple stands a stone platform enshrining a book, surrounded by countless tiny characters, imprinted in the void.

Qin Ming tried his best, but could only see five words on the cover of the book: Great Thunder Sound Scripture.

Then, celestial mist rose up there, obscuring the true scriptures.

"Hiss, the Divine Cicada Scripture is not the end. Above it, there is a supreme scripture!" Qin Ming exclaimed, his mind racing.

This means that he needs to master the "Divine Cicada Scripture" to the fullest extent, and perhaps then he can re-enter this place and retrieve the "Great Thunder Sound Scripture".

At the same time, he noticed that there were courtyards in all directions, like multiple roads, each carrying a different Taoist aura, all ultimately leading to the True Scripture Platform.

Qin Ming guessed that there should be multiple secret manuals within the Great Thunderclap Temple system, all of which could eventually lead to that stone platform.

As time went by, he felt himself being rejected. A moment later, in the evening glow, he was carried out of the courtyard by a gentle force.

With a whoosh, Qin Ming returned to the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall.

His body was still bathed in the light of thunder and fire, which meant that he had practiced the "Refining the Body and Uniting with the Dao Scripture" and his physique was strong enough. If it were someone else, their consciousness would be mixed with the light of heaven and leave their body, and they would most likely be in trouble.

When Meng Xinghai saw him return safely from the unknown place, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Thunder King Bird stared wide-eyed as it saw the seven-colored liquid appear out of thin air, swirling around Qin Ming in the palace, and emitting a pleasant fragrance. It was immediately stunned.

Except when spring thunder rumbles and the sunlight is relatively gentle, when some people come here to "undergo tribulation," the thunder and fire are quite violent at other times, and no one dares to take the risk.

Therefore, the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall has now become Qin Ming's exclusive venue.

When the torrential rain stopped and the lightning dissipated, Qin Ming opened his eyes.

Without a doubt, he has passed the test this time!
As expected, he stepped into the fourth level of the Spirit Realm, which also meant that he had officially reached the middle stage of the Spirit Realm.

The first three floors are the initial stage, and the fourth to sixth floors are the intermediate stage. Qin Ming felt that every climb up Xinsheng Road was not easy.

He seems to be making rapid progress, but who knows how tortuous the process is? Currently, only a few people have succeeded in this process.

After all, not everyone can master a unique skill to its highest level and thus step into the mysterious and unpredictable Great Thunderclap Temple.

"Yes, my body and mind are still undergoing a rebirth, a comprehensive improvement, and the breakthrough is still in progress and has not stopped." Qin Ming checked his own condition and showed a look of joy.

Clearly, his biggest gain this time was a complete rebirth!

Throughout history, renowned figures and patriarchs on the path to rebirth have pursued the goal of being reborn at least once in each major realm, but this has proven difficult to achieve.

Qin Ming's rebirth this time is much faster than in the past.

His spiritual energy, physical fitness, and other aspects have all undergone a complete transformation.

His cultivation level eventually rose again, reaching the fifth level of the Spirit Realm.

Qin Ming felt that this was not only due to his journey to the Great Thunder Temple, but also to his arduous cultivation throughout the entire winter. In addition, he had actually undergone many "thunder tribulations" during this period. This was the result of the accumulation of all these factors.

He sighed softly and said, "It is extremely difficult. The path to rebirth is indeed arduous. I am still a bit short of reaching the fourth realm."

After his "thunder tribulation" ended, Meng Xinghai and the Thunder King Bird entered the Thunderfire Alchemy Hall.

Upon hearing his words, Meng Xinghai opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. This kid had covered in a little over a year what many people take decades to accomplish, and he had the nerve to make such a comment?
"What is this?" Old Meng and the Thunder King Bird looked at the fragrant, seven-colored divine liquid with puzzled expressions.

Qin Ming explained that this was a precious medicine brought from the Great Thunderclap Temple.

"What? You actually entered that legendary land?" Meng Xinghai was stunned.

Qin Ming said, "That should just be a virtual scene radiating from the Great Thunderclap Temple."

He then presented the Seven-Colored Elixir to Meng Xinghai and the Thunder King Bird, explaining that this miraculous medicine could nourish the body's roots and enhance its inherent strength.

The man and the bird, feeling embarrassed, declined, believing it was an opportunity that belonged to Qin Ming and that they shouldn't share in it.

"These are useless to me now, as I have obtained two pools of precious liquid."

Then Qin Ming saw Meng Xinghai take a sip.

He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but realized it was better to say nothing at all.

"Sweet and refreshing, with a deep and lingering fragrance, and an excellent taste," Old Meng commented, praising it highly.

Thunder King Bird nodded quickly, indicating its approval.

Qin Ming kept all his words to himself; he simply couldn't bring himself to say them.

"Xiao Qin, I've drunk quite a bit. Keep the rest; it might come in handy later."

……

Outside, clouds swirled in all directions, and beings from different realms flocked to Night State. Many extraordinary talents began to shine, illuminating the earth like comets.

During this period, Jian Huaidao, Xiao Rulai, and others, as well as immortals from the outer realms and divine beings from the esoteric sects, were all exchanging blows with visitors from beyond the realms, sparking brilliant flames.

"That Qin Ming is quite extraordinary. Should we invite him out for a chat?"

"Even if he is extraordinary, he is only at the third realm and is not qualified to participate in our gathering."

Some visitors from outside the region gradually became aware of the many geniuses of Yezhou.

Clearly, in the eyes of the descendants of the immortals from beyond the realm and the direct disciples of the patriarch, those who came later in the third realm were not yet within their sight, and could not engage in equal dialogue with them or become "the same kind".

In fact, Qin Ming was content with solitude and preferred to remain undisturbed. He hoped to cultivate himself diligently in tranquility and improve himself.

In early spring, orioles fly and grasses grow, old trees sprout new buds, and all things revive. Even the earthen city seems to be infected by the rich vitality of this season, and it even shows unusual signs of life.

During this period, many experts, both in Yezhou and beyond, have been closely watching it.

On this day, after the rumble of Tucheng, and receiving a mysterious ripple from an unknown place in the night sky, it was completely "resurrected," breaking through the layers of mist and connecting with the real world.

And then, the city gate opened slowly with a rumbling sound.

(End of this chapter)