Night without Borders

Chapter 509 True Master's Battle and Slaying
In the dead of night, the wilderness was as dark as an abyss, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Inside the miniature blessed land, a silver spring of fire gurgled and overflowed with soft light, making the inside and outside seem like two completely different worlds.

The grandmaster in the blessed land looked over. Although he had a head of silver hair, his face was without a single wrinkle. He said, "Young brother, you've taken the wrong path."

Qin Ming tore through the magic array and stepped into this softly lit, pure land, saying, "Blood Immortal Organization, I haven't come to the wrong place, have I?"

His inner light shone brightly, radiating light from his flesh and blood. He was using the power of his mind to explore the entire blessed land, where there were quite a few people.

The silver-haired grandmaster, whose face did not show his age, smiled faintly and said, "Knowing that you are a Blood Immortal, you still dare to come here. Young brother, your courage is commendable. I admire you!"

At the same time, he opened his spiritual eyes and stared at the light of the heart lamp emanating from Qin Ming's body. His brows gradually furrowed, and he said, "A person in the fourth realm of the New Life Path? So young, with such vitality. Could it be that some old guy picked a divine herb in the forbidden area behind the Ancient Mist Gate and rejuvenated himself?"

Everyone knows that the path to becoming a new cultivator is difficult. A master of the Heart Lamp Realm at this age is probably close to the late stage of the fourth realm, right? It's simply unimaginable.

But the young man who broke in ahead was full of vitality, without a trace of senility, and was so youthful and vigorous.

The silver-haired grandmaster found it strange; this did not make sense. He looked across the entire path of rebirth, from the Jade Purity Ancestral Court to the Tathagata Sect and the Sky-Supporting Sect, and even their successors, the strongest young sect leaders, could not have achieved such accomplishments in their youth.

This is incredible.

Yu Gensheng, Li Qingyun, and Meng Zhiyan had all disappeared beforehand, scattering into the shadows to block the path leading from this small blessed land to the outside world.

They had reached an agreement: once they found a location, they would wipe them all out, and would not let a single member of the dark organization escape.

A middle-aged man appeared and transmitted his voice, "Master, he is the prey from Black and White Mountain."

The silver-haired grandmaster Zhou Zhengran narrowed his eyes, then his gaze sharpened like a sword, shooting out two tangible beams of light. He said, "Didn't you say you hadn't reached the fourth realm yet? How could you make such a mistake!"

Without a sound, a large number of men in black appeared in the blessed land, exceeding one hundred. This place was definitely an important stronghold, where precious medicines were kept, a large number of experts were lying in wait, and even a grandmaster was personally in charge.

Qin Ming said, "Come on, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer them. I'll give you a quick and easy answer."

The members of the Blood Immortal organization were taken aback, wondering if they had misheard. They were usually the ones who intimidated others, using harsh words and deeds to instill fear in their people.

At this moment, Tian Gang was completely out of control. It was one thing for a mere young boy to come to their door alone, but he even dared to threaten them so brazenly. Was he crazy?

A man in silver robes said, "Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd already reached the Grandmaster realm. Who gave you the audacity to talk so loudly in front of my master? Do you think your cultivation is still only at the mid-stage of the Heart Lamp realm?"

The group of over a hundred people was highly organized and cautious. They had secretly used the magic mirror to confirm that the newcomers were not some old monsters, but simply young people in the fourth realm.

With one hand behind his back, Qin Ming glanced indifferently at the silver-robed man, then suddenly flicked his sleeve with his right hand. With a loud boom, a bolt of purple-gold lightning shot out, thick and awe-inspiring, like divine fire pouring down from the heavens, scorching the void and deafeningly loud.

The silver-robed man followed the path of esoteric Buddhism, opened up an inner realm, and began to cultivate his own deity. His reaction was swift, and he immediately confronted the enemy.

However, before that purple-gold lightning, the deity in his inner realm exploded, and that hazy pure land collapsed in an instant.

Then it was his turn. His silver robe turned to ashes, his body was torn to pieces, and his spirit was burned. He was directly annihilated by this purple-gold lightning.

"Shut up." Qin Ming extracted two simple words from the other party's words and rebuked him, but unfortunately the silver-robed man couldn't hear him.

With a whoosh, hundreds of men in black surrounded Qin Ming. They were accustomed to bloodshed and had never encountered a kind soul in the darkness. But now, they felt that the attackers were even more ferocious than they were, more like villains.

Qin Ming glanced around and said, "Stay away from me. Didn't you see I was talking to your leader?"

With a loud bang, he flicked his sleeves again, and golden light burst forth. The nine people closest to him exploded one after another, turning into nine clouds of blood mist by the lightning.

Qin Ming said, "Now you can listen to me quietly, right?"

A group of people were enraged. In an instant, swords clashed and clanged, and various flying swords soared into the air, while many exotic treasures floated in the air, all shining with dazzling light.

This time, Qin Ming stood there motionless, but geomagnetic light flew out from his body, transforming into hundreds of tangible "lines" that pierced through the void.

Nearby, some weapons dimmed instantly, flying swords wailed, and rare treasures fell to the ground like scrap metal, losing their luster in the blink of an eye.

The Blood Immortal Organization members' expressions finally changed completely; this young man's cultivation was unfathomable.

"Enough!" Grandmaster Zhou Zhengran shouted, his pure Yang power surging. He took a step forward, and the entire blessed land seemed to tremble with him.

His face was cold; he hadn't even had time to stop it.

He was indeed very strong. In an instant, he gathered a terrifying "power," receiving the Daoist rhyme falling from the void, achieving oneness with heaven and man, seemingly able to control the power of this world.

With one hand behind his back, Qin Ming coldly asked, "Tell me, who's offering money to kill me?"

This was the first time the Blood Immortal organization had encountered such prey at their stronghold. The person who came alone, looked down at everyone, and interrogated them.

Zhou Zhengran said, "Young man, you are very confident, daring to come to the heart of my Blood Immortal Organization alone. Well, those who achieve success at a young age, aren't they all ambitious? Have you ever heard the second half of the saying? 'Life is as thin as paper'!"

He no longer concealed himself, exuding the true aura of a grandmaster.

Qin Ming stood motionless, like a reef in a raging storm, unmoved by the crashing waves.

"You are very strong." Qin Ming said, and it wasn't a lie; this was perhaps his first Grandmaster battle.

Previously, the decaying three-eyed old man had been resurrected and tainted with the Yin spirit attribute, making him naturally vulnerable to the Thunder Dao technique. His death was therefore expected.

Qin Ming said, "I don't want to repeat what I just asked you. Go ahead and ask."

Zhou Zhengran's disciples were furious. It wasn't that they weren't composed enough, but this brat was going too far. He had blown up their junior brother and was now acting arrogantly, interrogating their teacher. This was simply intolerable.

Qin Ming glanced around and said, "You all better behave yourselves. Can't you see I'm asking your teacher a question?"

"Hehe..." Zhou Zhengran laughed, whether it was a cold laugh or a laugh born of extreme anger, it was hard to tell. He was quite good at maintaining his composure; his silver hair was flowing, and his youthful face showed no emotion.

He calmly said, "It's always been humans killing pigs and sheep, never pigs and sheep turning around and killing humans. The Blood Immortal Organization, as the executioner, has never failed to kill the prey it wanted. You're really something, actually coming to my door on your own initiative. Do you really think that just because you're exceptionally talented, you can defeat a Grandmaster? Tonight, I'll teach you a lesson, so don't be so arrogant in your next life!"

Qin Ming valued him highly and said, "Come, let me see just how strong a Grandmaster really is. Everyone has a first time. Tonight, I will do as you said and be reckless for once, and bathe in the blood of a Grandmaster."

In the shadows, Meng Zhiyan and Li Qingyun exchanged a glance and sighed. If the three-eyed old man knew this in the afterlife, he would probably die with his eyes wide open in disbelief. Xiao Qin clearly did not regard him as a true master.

"Arrogant!" the men in black around them shouted.

They certainly wouldn't just stand by and watch; as soon as the grandmaster made a move, they would follow suit and fight to the death.

Zhou Zhengran erupted. He was a Grandmaster of the Immortal Path, standing at the fifth realm—Pure Yang. This realm was truly extraordinary, and his spirit was indestructible.

Most importantly, by this point he had achieved a state of perfect physical and spiritual perfection, his body radiating like the sun, and the boiling pure yang energy directly illuminated the entire night sky.

Sure enough, when the old man threw a punch, it seemed to draw upon the power of the entire world, and the surging pure yang energy was like a torrent, covering the dark night sky.

The sheer scale of the event was immense, like a surging, golden ocean descending from that otherworldly realm and engulfing everything in front of it.

Qin Ming let out a soft shout, and dozens of bolts of lightning shot out.

The golden sun exploded, burning with pure yang energy. Qin Ming formed a lightning seal with his hands, seemingly capable of overturning mountains and seas, and shattered the golden torrent in front of him.

In an instant, pure Yang energy raged here.

The black-clad men who were about to attack all retreated and quickly dodged.

"How is this possible? Is he really a grandmaster?" Some people were shocked; they couldn't get involved in a battle of this level.

How could a young man in his early twenties possibly fight against a fifth-realm expert?
Most importantly, he is from Xinsheng Road, a road where fame comes slowly and one's cultivation depends entirely on enduring time. How did such a monster emerge from there?

Zhou Zhengran's expression also changed. This young punk really could go toe-to-toe with him!

Qin Ming's expression turned solemn as he said, "Very strong. The pure Yang power actually managed to block one of my Thunder Seals?"

He further concluded that true masters were more troublesome than the three-eyed old man.

Zhou Zhengran's face turned cold. For the first time, he felt so angry. He was a true master, yet he was being scrutinized by a junior. How arrogant!

In an instant, he unleashed the Blood Immortal Escape, golden light shone everywhere, and blood light appeared. He was extremely fast, and a wondrous Dharma image of a Blood Immortal ascending appeared on his body, transforming into a blood-red hand that crashed down towards Qin Ming.

Qin Ming activated the "Primordial Thunder Seal," and lightning shone brightly, dispelling the darkness. In his right hand, a seal materialized, radiating a light that could awe mountains and rivers and all things.

With a deafening roar, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, he was bathed in lightning as he hurled the seal forward.

Zhou Zhengran's Dharma form was terrifying. He was a blood immortal who had ascended to heaven. His body was enormous, and his hand seemed to cover the night sky, completely engulfing Qin Ming.

But now, the Thunder Seal shone brightly, with lightning runes intertwined, radiating an extremely powerful and yang energy, as if igniting the Blood Immortal's large hand, causing it to burn.

Then, the seal shone brightly, and the lightning it emitted caused the giant hand to explode inch by inch, then spread to the Blood Immortal's body, causing it to explode with a bang.

Zhou Zhengran was shocked and staggered back. His palms were charred black, with blood splattered on them, which were then burned away by the lightning.

"Truly worthy of being called a grandmaster," Qin Ming said.

This time, the blessed land was completely silent; no one thought he was arrogant.

Even Zhou Zhengran looked solemn, taking a deep breath. Had he really encountered a monster that appeared only once every thousand years on the New Life Path? This opponent, at the Heart Lamp Realm, could fight a Grandmaster. At their level, there were no ordinary people; they were all top geniuses who rose from the sea of ​​humanity, making them incredibly difficult to defeat.

But now, the young upstart ahead is accomplishing a great feat.

A shield appeared in front of Zhou Zhengran, its surface intricately patterned, clearly a rare treasure that blocked the aftershocks of the lightning.

He calmed himself down and began to unleash his full power.

The night sky seemed to be split open, and dozens or even hundreds of pure yang flying swords, whistling and raining down like light, slashed densely towards Qin Ming.

They intertwine and form a sword array, so fast that even a mountain peak blocking their path will be flattened and reduced to dust.

Outside Qin Ming's body, the spiritual field expanded, as if distorting the void and causing an irregular collapse, which caused the night mist to explode. Some flying swords were captured by him, emitting terrifying clanging sounds in the chaotic spiritual field, before bending and breaking!
While activating the other flying swords, Zhou Zhengran formed hand seals, causing golden light to surge around his body and his aura to become powerful. A fist wreathed in blood-red light smashed through the night mist with a deafening roar.

Qin Ming was fearless and met the attack head-on with his bare hands.

The sounds of banging echoed continuously. Between the two, various runes splashed and intricate patterns intertwined, as if a tangible Daoist rhythm was flowing.

They exchanged blows repeatedly, exchanging dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Zhengran retreated rapidly, feeling incredulous. He had used the pure Yang blood energy and spiritual light of the fifth realm to condense a golden fist imprint, but now his fist was spasming and blood was dripping down.

This young man in his early twenties is truly a formidable opponent; he's not just making empty boasts, but is someone I could truly fight to the death with.

"Again!" Qin Ming stepped forward, bathed in the sunlight, his feet treading on the void, rushing past like a streak of light.

Within Zhou Zhengran's body, it was as if crimson smoke was rising, and a blurry, wondrous scene appeared in the void, as if summoning an ancient war immortal to fight alongside him.

He was a master of the art of killing, and he immediately used various ingenious techniques, which was yet another trump card.

Qin Ming valued this person highly. At the same time, in order to test whether his "Primordial Thunder Seal" could also perform exceptionally well when facing a true master, he used a wonderful technique at this moment—Thunder Whale Leaps Over the Sea.

A giant black whale burst forth from the hazy sea of ​​lightning, carrying boundless thunderous power, and crashed into its opponent.

"This is..." Zhou Zhengran was horrified. The crimson battle immortal he had conjured went to meet it, but it was blown to pieces and its blood energy dissipated.

He coughed up blood and staggered backward. In his haste, he used his magical shield to block the attack, but with a crack, the treasure was destroyed.

Zhou Zhengran flew backward, and finally used two secret treasures to resolve the crisis.

He looked down and saw that a green wooden knife was broken, and his blood-red bracelet was also cracked.

His expression was serious, his pupils contracted, and he carefully examined Qin Ming. This incredibly young opponent put immense pressure on him.

Without hesitation, Zhou Zhengran summoned another extraordinary treasure—a lamp that instantly emitted pure yang divine light, enveloping him like a dome.

"Six Phoenix Divine Fire Lamps." Behind him, his personal disciple's expression changed. Had his teacher been forced to this point? He needed to use his strongest weapon.

Six dazzling fire phoenixes flew out, circling around Zhou Zhengran, and then pounced on Qin Ming.

Without uttering a word, Qin Ming rode the black gale, seemingly flying, and arrived in the sky. He then condensed a terrifying Primordial Chaos Blade Light in his hand and slashed downwards.

With a whoosh, the Six Phoenix Divine Fire Lantern burst forth with dazzling flames, sweeping upwards with pure Yang energy, carrying Zhou Zhengran straight into the night sky.

The two engaged in a fierce battle in the heavens. One rode on a six-phoenix, bathed in pure yang energy, while the other harnessed the gale-force winds, bathed in celestial light, resembling two immortals in battle.

They moved at lightning speed, striking from the sky to the ground, and with a deafening roar, they shattered a mountain in the blessed land, causing the summit to collapse and sending plumes of dust billowing into the sky.

The group of men in black on the ground stared wide-eyed; that young grandmaster was truly terrifying.

None of them were benevolent people. Some of them were manipulating the power of the magic array, constantly trying to thwart Qin Ming. Runes lit up in the night, and beams of light shot into the void.

Some people left silently, hoping to get help.

Unfortunately, no one was able to travel far; they were all captured by Yu Gengsheng and Meng Zhiyan.

The magic array stopped glowing and could no longer interfere with Qin Ming's attack, because Li Qingyun and Meng Xinghai had entered the arena.

"Protect the longevity-enhancing herb—the Blood Vine," Yu Gensheng said, fearing that the Blood Immortal Organization might act rashly and destroy the rare and precious herb.

The hearts of the hundreds of men in black sank as they saw the four figures emerge from the shadows and felt an oppressive aura that made them feel suffocated.

In the night sky, Qin Ming and Zhou Zhengran exchanged 170 moves, thoroughly enjoying themselves and experiencing the superb level of a true grandmaster. They nodded from time to time, acknowledging each other's strength.

He used heavy blows, realizing he couldn't afford to drag it out any longer, and suddenly came up with a series of ingenious solutions.

After his Primordial Chaos Blade Light unleashed a series of strikes, the six phoenixes cried out in agony and faded into a blur, and cracks appeared on the Divine Fire Lamp.

Qin Ming then used the Thunder Pattern Sky Weaving technique to lock this void, forcibly freezing the treasure lamp in place and snatching it away.

He carefully sensed that the lamp contained the Sun God Fire, the Southern Bright Fire, and other spiritual elements. He did not intend to re-refine the treasure, but rather to absorb the lamp's flame, refine its rare Daoist essence, and infuse it into his own heart lamp.

Since he mastered the "Beginning of Oneness", he can not only use the lamp to create all things and illuminate all laws, but also collect all things to replenish the lamp of his heart with creation.

In the end, Ren Zhouzhengran used all his methods, even burning his own pure Yang spiritual light, but he still could not defeat his opponent. Instead, he was bound by "Thunder Pattern Weaving the Sky" and fixed in the void.

Then, the lightning patterns shone brightly, booming one after another, causing the Blood Immortal Organization's Grandmaster to scream in agony as his physical body was torn apart, followed by his pure Yang consciousness.

It is said that pure Yang is hard to destroy, but Zhou Zhengran was locked in the void by Qin Ming with lightning patterns and could not break free. He was killed many times and there was no way to turn the tide.

During this process, Qin Ming used interrogation techniques and resonance methods to capture the suspect's thoughts and feelings.

In the end, Grandmaster Zhou Zhengran, whose hands were stained with blood, turned to ashes, his body and soul annihilated.

Soon after, a great fire broke out in the blessed land, killing all the hundreds of men in black. Not a single assassin was able to escape.

Meng Xinghai said, "No wonder a grandmaster personally guards this place. The Blood Vine, which can extend life by sixty years, will be ripe in another month or two."

The precious herb was crystal clear, its leaves and roots all a deep crimson color, as if it were the essence of the sunset. It was no more than five feet tall, with two clusters of bright red fruits, and its fragrance was rich, intoxicating, and refreshing.

"Even if we pick them early, they'll still retain their medicinal properties for a year or two, so this trip was worth it!"

Having accomplished their task, Qin Ming and his companions vanished in the blink of an eye.

That night, they raided another important stronghold of the Pure World Sect, killed its leader, and also gained a lot of gold, as well as elixirs, rare treasures and other spoils of war.

At dawn, which was also early night, Qin Ming seemed to be bathed in the morning glow as he entered a mysterious and magnificent manor, carrying a hint of murderous intent, preparing to visit an "old friend".

……

Clearly, the news that important strongholds of organizations such as Blood Immortal, Longevity Abode, and Pure World Abode had been overthrown has not yet spread widely, mainly because Qin Ming and Yu Gengsheng acted too swiftly.

In a sacred place of Tantric Buddhism, Cui Chongxiao sighed and asked, "Is Black and White Mountain truly unapproachable?"

Golden fire springs flowed, and some ancient buildings of the esoteric Buddhism were bathed in golden light, resembling the dwelling place of gods.

Cui Chongxiao's senior brother, Mu Zhuo, was a grandmaster who never seemed to age, looking like a middle-aged man. He replied, "Even when beating a dog, one must consider its owner, let alone beating a person. Naturally, we need to consider the Black and White Mountain Dog Sword Immortal's expression. We absolutely cannot take action in that area for the time being, but if the target leaves, the problem will be much less serious."

Mu Zhuo told him that the Beast God of Black and White Mountain was following some kind of agreement and guarding that village, but it shouldn't have much to do with Qin Ming.

Cui Chongxiao spoke up: "Senior brother, I want to kill Qin Ming!"

Mu Zhuo spoke up: "Your mind is not calm enough."

He turned to his junior brother and said, "Master said that you need to cultivate an unshakeable mind. Even if Night State is torn apart and the night is ripped apart, you must maintain a peaceful state of mind. This is beneficial to the cultivation technique you are practicing. Otherwise, how can you slay gods with your physical body and cut through the will of heaven with your mind?"

Cui Chongxiao clenched his fist and said, "He crippled Chonghe, stepped on the face of my Cui family to rise to power, and wrote his own legend. If I don't kill him, the fire in my heart will never be extinguished. Senior brother, I really can't do it."

Mu Zhuo said, "Our teacher is gifted with divine talent, and his talent is no less than that of Chu Canglan. He should be the second person in our secret sect to advance to the seventh realm. As his disciples, we should not disgrace him."

Upon hearing this, Cui Chongxiao was taken aback.

Mu Zhuo said, "Teacher is a true dragon. His place of ascension to godhood is not confined to one region. He integrates the terrain and absorbs the extraordinary phenomena of the heavens. He is destined to develop a majestic aura that can swallow mountains and rivers. Now that he has ascended to heaven, we await the day when he is reborn from the ashes. He will surely be able to look down on the world."

Cui Chongxiao asked, "Senior brother, are you saying that I should endure for now and wait until the teacher breaks through his cultivation?"

Mu Zhu shook his head and said, "What I mean is that you should cultivate the Unmoving Fundamental Mind as soon as possible, so as not to be unworthy of your status. You and I will be the personal disciples of a seventh-realm expert. As for your... inner demon, it's not that we can't deal with it."

Cui Chongxiao's eyes lit up immediately, and then he said, "But every time he leaves Black and White Mountain, there is a Grandmaster by his side, otherwise I would have already cut off my 'obsession'."

Mu Zhuo, with his black hair flowing freely, looked to be in his prime. His gaze fell into the distance as he said, "Very well, once your inner demons have left Black and White Mountain, I will help you once."

Cui Chongxiao turned his head to look at him, his voice excited, and said, "Senior Brother!"

Mu Zhuo's eyes were deep as he said, "Well, we can't kill him. After all, the relationship between our esoteric sect and the new path has eased in recent years. If I kill him, it will provoke old monsters like the Six Emperors and Tathagata, which would be a huge problem. We can't cripple his cultivation either, as that would also easily cause trouble. So let's break his limbs and fracture his spine, delaying his cultivation for half a year, and give you some satisfaction. Using such a heavy hand to dispel your inner demons is necessary, but we also need to do it discreetly. Even if there are any troubles afterward, your teacher can probably handle it."

(End of this chapter)