Chapter 752: Origins

In the grand hall.

Qin Ming saw the Devouring Sky Rat looking indignant, guessing it was upset over its old flame, “Little Silver Fox.”

So he patted its shoulder and said solemnly, “Then in that case, I appoint you to lead the vanguard—the daunting task of breaching the Yin Demon Sect falls to you.”

“Go and eliminate the Dark Yin Demon Lord.”

Upon hearing this, the Devouring Sky Rat instantly shrank its head. “Eh-heh! How can that be?”

“The master must oversee the grand strategy.”

After some discussion, the Cold Crow Immortal also rose to take his leave.

“No need for you to see me off, Qin Daoist.”

“Let us meet again at Jilei Mountain in the Beast Roar Mountains in a month.”

“Qin Mou will certainly be there,” Qin Ming replied with a faint smile.

After all, with major shifts in the cultivation world’s balance, even as a Nascent Soul top-tier figure, he could not remain aloof.

The current battlefield was like fire and water—Nascent Soul True Persons had already perished; no matter where he hid, he could not preserve himself.

It would be best if this demonic invasion from another realm ended as soon as possible.

Half a month later.

Qin Ming took the Devouring Sky Rat, summoned the Lingxiao Treasure Chariot, with the Xuan Shui Crocodile and eight Azure Wave Sea Horses pulling it forward, flying swiftly toward the Beast Roar Mountains.

He did not head straight for Jilei Mountain but first flew toward Muxia Mountain, the fox clan’s sacred ground.

The Lingxiao Treasure Chariot emitted five-colored divine light, resembling a splendid pavilion in the sky; the Devouring Sky Rat’s spiritual pressure radiated outward, deterring all beast beasts.

Along the way, Qin Ming also effortlessly eliminated hidden demonic cultivators within the Beast Roar Mountains.

For his current powerful spiritual sense, the Blood Refining Sect’s concealment techniques were useless.

After half a month of flight, Qin Ming arrived at Muxia Mountain with the Devouring Sky Rat.

Yue Lingyan and Little Silver Fox had already been waiting in the sky beyond the mountain.

“Qin Daoist, long time no see. Congratulations on your further cultivation advancement—surely you’re not far from breaking into Nascent Soul Mid-Stage?”

Yue Lingyan, beautiful as a celestial fairy, stepped forward, her luminous eyes landing on Qin Ming as she smiled faintly.

“Little girl greets Senior Qin,” Little Silver Fox chimed brightly.

Then she added to the Devouring Sky Rat, “Greetings, Saint Rat Senior.”

Over these years, through relentless cultivation and pursuit, Little Silver Fox had finally reached Third Stage Late-Stage, nearly fully transformed.

Now she appeared as a delicately crafted little girl, her lively eyes blinking, her age comparable to the Devouring Sky Rat’s, her rosy cheeks utterly adorable.

But since she had not fully transformed, three fluffy white fox tails still trailed behind her.

From the moment the Devouring Sky Rat saw Little Silver Fox, half its soul was already stolen.

“Little Silver Fox, congratulations! You’ve transformed too?”

“Come on, come on—I’ll teach you the key points for breaking through to Third Stage Fullness and surviving the Transformation Heavenly Tribulation, plus my own successful experience—it’ll surely help you!”

No sooner had the Devouring Sky Rat finished than it extended its plump white paw, grabbed Little Silver Fox’s hand, bowed to Qin Ming and the others, and vanished somewhere. Qin Ming watched its behavior and shook his head.

He then replied modestly, “Lady Lingyan flatters me—I’ve merely refined some elixirs these past months, gaining slight cultivation progress.”

“I’m still far from Nascent Soul Mid-Stage.”

Afterwards,

he returned with Yue Lingyan to her cave dwelling and engaged in deep exchange. Qin Ming realized that, likely influenced by his Tan Lingxi Jade Elixir, Yue Lingyan’s cultivation had also advanced significantly.

Coupled with other opportunities she had encountered, her current cultivation was now just one step away from Fourth Stage Mid-Stage.

Yue Lingyan served Qin Ming the most precious wine and delicacies of the Silver Moon Fox Clan.

“Let’s not speak of Qin Mou—I observe that Lady Lingyan’s cultivation is on the verge of breakthrough. I must thank you, Lady Lingyan, for your aid regarding the Great Black Heaven matter,” Qin Ming said with a slight smile after settling down.

Yue Lingyan smiled gently. “No need for thanks. The Riftwind Eagle Clan and my court were destined to settle accounts eventually—it’s simply victory or defeat.”

“Speaking of which, though I’ve had other opportunities, had I not owed Qin Daoist a favor and benefited from your Lingxi Jade Elixir, my progress would not have been so swift.”

“Lady Lingyan’s opportunity—was it from White Lin the Venerable?” Qin Ming asked bluntly.

Yue Lingyan nodded without concealment. “I won’t hide it from Qin Daoist—it’s true.”

“I happened to obtain a rare substance from White Lin the Venerable that enhances cultivation, and with your Lingxi Elixir, that’s how I’ve made such progress.”

“Otherwise, reaching this level would have taken centuries, even millennia.”

In the one hundred percent accurate version!

“The Peacock Clan’s Holy Maiden, Kong Xuan, also received a significant opportunity from White Lin the Venerable—and has already surpassed me, breaking into Fourth Stage Mid-Stage.”

Qin Ming was startled. This White Lin Venerable truly lived up to his reputation as a Fifth Stage Beast Sovereign of the beast clans—he clearly possessed many fine treasures.

A mere gesture had propelled a Fourth Stage Beast Saint to major advancement.

“Forgive my boldness, but which lineage does this White Lin Beast Sovereign belong to?”

“Given the great upheaval in the Beast Roar Mountains, why hasn’t he intervened?” Qin Ming had previously heard Yue Lingyan mention this great being.

Yue Lingyan paused, then replied, “This is not something normally revealed to humans—but since it’s you, Qin Daoist, I have no reason to conceal it.”

“White Lin the Venerable is descended from the Flame Heavenly Qilin of the Spirit Realm.”

“I dare not presume to guess the thoughts of such a great one—I’ve merely had a few brief encounters.”

“His lack of intervention likely stems from some restraint.”

Qin Ming nodded in understanding.

But at that moment,

Qingyang the Demon Lord within the Blood Pagoda suddenly laughed: “Jie-jie-jie! Who would’ve thought that little white Qilin beast had grown to Fifth Stage?”

“What? Old ghost, you know this Beast Sovereign of the Beast Roar Mountains?” Qin Ming was startled.

Qingyang the Demon Lord beamed with pride. “Of course! The White Lin Beast Sovereign you speak of is the offspring of one of our Qingyuan Sect’s guardian sacred beasts.”

“What a coincidence—his ancestors were from my own lineage, jie-jie-jie!”

“During the Qingyuan Sect’s schism war, the mortal realm was plunged into chaos—yet this young one survived.”

“No wonder—he harnessed his ancient true spirit bloodline’s innate talent to cultivate alone to Fifth Stage.”

“Back then, this beast was no bigger than a stray cat, constantly causing havoc in the sect. Now, thousands of years later, ‘Little White’ has achieved true fruition.”

“But it seems he has yet to ascend—likely trapped by the world’s dimensional forces.”

Qingyang the Demon Lord sighed deeply, his tone filled with nostalgia.

“Little White? You knew White Lin the Beast Sovereign? Old ghost, how long have you been in Qingyuan Sect?” Qin Ming asked.

Qingyang the Demon Lord replied vaguely, “Of course—I witnessed Qingyuan Sect rise from obscurity, reach its zenith in the mortal realm, and endure its rise and fall.”

(End of Chapter)