Starting Cultivation During a Trip

Chapter 511 - 254: Hidden in the Cave, Seemingly Familiar! Monkey Yuan Ling Crown_2

"Uncle Master..."

At this moment, Qin Ming called out, discreetly slipping the [Great Evil Fang] into his pocket.

This kind of innate treasure would tempt even a master at the Sect Leader Realm.

Although he was in front of many people, as an elder of Qi Yun Mountain, Yuan Ling Crown couldn’t possibly scheme against a junior.

Yet Qin Ming, naturally cautious and suspicious, would never expose such a treasure to masters stronger than himself.

"Little Qin, your trip wasn’t in vain this time, you really got a lot of benefits; when ordinary people meet you, they really might kneel down."

Yuan Ling Crown merely glanced over and started murmuring.

Indeed, this master of Qi Yun Mountain had sharp eyes; with just a glance, he saw that Qin Ming had received incredible fortune, something he couldn’t ignore.

"Uncle Master, you jest. My little skills are negligible in your presence."

Qin Ming’s gaze sank slightly, covering the sudden cold glint earlier, and then he chuckled lightly.

"Uncle Master, this should be the place where the previous Ren Xiao secluded himself."

Qin Ming raised his hand and pointed, his gaze landing on the stone wall that seemed like a dead end.

"Only those with deep wall-staring skills can break through, as Lord Laozi said."

Yuan Ling Crown glanced over; the place was indeed a cliff with nowhere to go, three sides were dead ends, with only one wall in front.

The Daoist cultivation of Qi and spirit required abandoning the worldly, profound cultivation methods; when the ten directions of the Demon Tribulation attacked, only with deep mastery and the ability to break through could one reach the pinnacle and be part of the Profound Sect.

Yuan Ling Crown pondered, slowly walking up to the cliff; his fingertip gently touching it, emitting a hissing sound like metal grinding, making one’s hair stand on end.

At that moment, cracks began to appear on the cliff, spreading around like fissures along his fingertip.

"Cracking Stone into Patterns!"

Zhang Fan raised his brow; the cliff was no ordinary wall, it weighed at least ten thousand tons, sealed with the Great Evil Fang, and even with Daoist skills, leaving a mark on it was not easy.

Yet Yuan Ling Crown effortlessly traced over it with his flesh and blood, enough to crack the stone into patterns, opening the mountain and finding the way.

Such profound skill was unimaginably terrifying; if that finger force landed on a person, it would...

"Truly a master of Qi Yun Mountain!"

At this moment, Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan exchanged glances, recognizing the formidable move.

"It’s really the place..."

Yuan Ling Crown slowly withdrew his hand, not making any further move; he gazed up at the large cliff, lost in thought.

At this moment, a subtle fluctuation seeped from the cracks, weak to the extreme, and small to the extreme.

Such fluctuation was undetected even by those like Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan, who were awakened with Celestial Gifted Divine Techniques.

Only Qin Ming, having just obtained the [Great Evil Fang], felt the Qi becoming one with Tusk Mountain, perceiving the anomaly.

"Someone... inside!?"

At this time, Zhang Fan’s Primordial Spirit also sensed the subtle fluctuation; in a trance, his gaze focused through the cracks and saw the scene inside.

In that space, only enough to accommodate one person, there seemed to be a figure sitting cross-legged, bathed in celestial light, with chaotic breath and shadows of demons surrounding them, tribulations looming.

"Seeing ghosts? How could there be someone inside?" Zhang Fan, with eyes flashing strange light, couldn’t believe it.

The place where the previous Ren Xiao secluded himself had been abandoned for twenty years; even his mother had been deceased for ten years. In such a place, how could anyone be inside, and who would be able to find it?

"This person..."

Doubt surged in Zhang Fan’s heart, like stormy waves rising; the most astonishing wasn’t someone inside, but that the aura of this figure seemed extremely familiar.

"An acquaintance!? This makes even less sense..." Zhang Fan’s face changed several times.

"Taoist Brother Yuan, since you’ve found the place where that Demoness secluded herself years ago, please, Taoist Brother, act to open it."

At this moment, the King of Qin stood up, walked to Yuan Ling Crown, his tired face showed uncontainable excitement.

Why did the Qin Family lose so many people? Wasn’t it all to find this place?

Now that they’ve found it, all losses can be compensated, and their bet has paid off.

If they could find traces about Ren Xiao inside, the Daoist Alliance could eliminate Ren Xiao from the Wuwei Sect, even the Thirteen Zodiacs, potentially flattening the Wuwei Sect in this lifetime.

In such grand achievements, the Qin Family’s place was assured.

Thinking of this, the King of Qin’s aged body stirred with excitement, his high-fat, oily blood boiling.

"Brother Qin is right; it’s time to act."

Yuan Ling Crown turned around, slowly raised his hand, and unexpectedly pierced through the King of Qin’s chest, a crimson heart emerging from the back, held in Yuan Ling Crown’s hand.

"A heart boiling with passion, not as strong as it appears; casually piercing it feels like walking down the street, can a soulless body continue to shine bright? Ahem..." Yuan Ling Crown’s long howl carried irrepressible excitement.

Everyone’s face changed drastically, simply unable to believe what was happening.

The change was too swift, no one expected the master of Qi Yun Mountain, a Sect Leader Realm powerhouse, would suddenly attack, directly crippling the King of Qin.

"You..."

The King of Qin clutched his chest, eyes wide, glaring at Yuan Ling Crown, wanting to say something but couldn’t utter a word.

"Father..." Qin Ming’s shout was explosive.

"You have no father; look down, no heart left, crying requires tissues aplenty!" Yuan Ling Crown laughed lightly, interlaced fingers, crushing the still-beating heart.

Then he swung his arm, blood splattering the sky, the mighty Patriarch of the Qin Family, like an old dog, flung and slammed onto the cliff.

"Elder Yuan, why? Why did you do this!?"

At this moment, Song Yunqi shouted, seemingly still in shock from earlier events.

No one dared act rashly, including Qin Ming, whose father was personally crippled; if it were someone else, he would’ve split the person into pieces, ground the bones, even destroyed their family.

Sadly, the person standing before him was a genuine Sect Leader powerhouse.

Even he dared not act rashly.

"Kid, worthy of the Divine Power Association’s nurturing, calm as expected; did you think I didn’t know you secretly reported out?"

Yuan Ling Crown smiled, watching Song Yunqi’s sneaky actions like watching a clown.

"Celestial Gifted Divine Techniques, truly remarkable; if the Lord of Jiang Palace was here, he would cherish you well."

Yuan Ling Crown shook his head: "Unfortunately, I am not him; no matter what reinforcements you call, before they arrive, you all must die."

Speaking, Yuan Ling Crown’s gaze turned to Qin Ming.

"Little Qin, you’re quite smart, getting the Great Evil Fang, seizing the essence of this mountain, thinking I didn’t know?"

Yuan Ling Crown coldly laughed: "Outsmarting yourself, that innate treasure isn’t so easily taken."

Saying this, Yuan Ling Crown’s gaze grew cold, directly walking toward Qin Ming, intending to make him the first target.

"I want to know why." Qin Ming gritted his teeth.

He knew very well, in front of this Uncle Master, he was bound for a dead end, no matter how capable; after High Skill, each realm had a chasm-like gap.

Above Primordial Light Ninth Layer was the Sect Leader Realm.

The difference between them was vast, like ten thousand miles.

"It’s fine to tell you..." Yuan Ling Crown sneered coldly.

"Apart from being your Uncle Master, I have another identity..."

"What?" Qin Ming said sternly.

"I am the Monkey of the Thirteen Zodiacs, Yuan Ling Crown!!!"

Yuan Ling Crown’s eyes flashed with golden light, stepping forward, arriving before Qin Ming, his large hand fell, reaching directly for Qin Ming’s Celestial Spirit.