Chapter 91: Crossing the Chen Pass in Secret

After achieving his goal, Qin Ming took his leave from Huangfu Qi.

To be honest, the power of that spell just now—he would believe it was cast by a Golden Core elder.

It could only be described as terrifying.

Right now, the 100% replica of that spell lay quietly in Qin Ming’s storage pouch, transformed into a purple leaf.

Ready for immediate use, waiting for a destined soul.

With this trump card, Qin Ming suddenly felt much more confident.

…

Qin Ming rode his Spirit Light Flying Shuttle toward Qingyang Marketplace.

Along the way, he maintained a steady, moderate speed—it conserved magic power better.

If he flew at full speed, though it matched Foundation Establishment velocity,

the terrifying drain on magic power meant even Qin Ming could sustain it for only half an hour.

Just as he reached the halfway point,

“Hmm?”

Qin Ming frowned—he suddenly sensed battle fluctuations nearby.

In a mountain hollow several hundred zhang away,

over a dozen Lingyu Gate disciples were surrounding and slaughtering several hermetic cultivators, the area concealed beneath a faint blue array.

Had Qin Ming’s spiritual sense not been strong, he would have passed right by.

“Let not a single one escape!”

“This information must not leak!”

“Kill them all!”

The leader, dressed in Lingyu Gate core disciple robes, wielded a magic sword as he slaughtered indiscriminately.

The other side wore Lingyu Gate miner attire; their cultivation bases varied, clearly recruited hermits.

They fought desperately, but were trapped by the Lingyu Gate array, now like fish in a barrel.

Among the Lingyu disciples, a black, fat youth held a massive black hammer, radiating Qi Refining peak spiritual power.

He approached the struggling miner hermits and sneered: “Run? Why stop running?”

“Since you’ve stumbled upon this,

you’ve only got yourselves to blame!”

With that, he sent his hammer flying—it smashed squarely into one miner.

The hermit, seeing the hammer hurtling toward him, panicked and hastily summoned a round shield to defend himself.

But the hammer crushed his skull, bursting into a cloud of blood mist.

“Old He!!”

The other miner hermits, clearly close companions, watched their friend die—eyes blazing with rage.

They went all out, knowing escape was impossible, even willing to die together.

“Hahahaha! Brilliant—Crossing the Chen Pass in Secret!”

The Lei Yuanzong never dreamed Lingyu Gate had secretly concealed a Heaven-Spirit-Rooted Foundation Establishment peak cultivator, secretly breaking through to Golden Core using a third-rank spiritual vein.

No need to exploit resources openly.

By the time other sects realize it, it’ll be too late!”

One white-haired old miner let out a bitter laugh—immediately, the Lingyu leader’s spell severed his head.

“Shut your mouth!” the young disciple growled, face dark.

He turned and resumed killing.

Qin Ming’s heart tightened.

He had no intention of intervening or playing the righteous hero.

Accidentally stumbling upon this—best to leave quickly.

Qin Ming quieted his movements, using mist and clouds to conceal himself, preparing to detour away.

“Who’s there!”

Instantly, a purple magic sword shot toward Qin Ming’s neck!

The array’s range was large—Qin Ming’s approach had already been detected.

The Lingyu disciples swiftly finished off the hermits and shot off as a dozen streaks of light in pursuit.

Four were Qi Refining peak; the rest were mid- to late-stage.

Qin Ming was about to unleash full speed on his Spirit Light Flying Shuttle—

when the lead youth snorted, flicking his array flag.

The blue array expanded violently, engulfing Qin Ming.

Suddenly!

Dozens of sharp spells struck from behind him.

As the Lingyu disciples drew closer, they recognized Qin Ming’s face. “It’s just a farmhand from our sect.”

“I thought some fool had wandered in.”

Qin Ming knew he couldn’t escape unless he eliminated them.

His gaze turned icy—he raised a hand, forming a seal and pointing upward.

Instantly,

wind and clouds churned—a black thundercloud, hundreds of zhang wide, erupted above, lightning flashing and thunder roaring.

At first,

the Lingyu disciples were startled by the power.

But when they realized it was only the Spirit Rain Spell, they all relaxed—and burst into laughter: “Hahahaha!”

“This kid’s so desperate he’s using the Spirit Rain Spell!”

“What? Gonna give us a bath?”

No sooner had the words left their lips—

a torrential downpour poured from the dark clouds.

The Lingyu disciples raised spiritual shields to avoid the rain, charging straight at Qin Ming! But halfway there—

countless needle-thin, transparent poison thorns, hidden in the rain, pierced through their shields and defensive artifacts, sinking into their bodies.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The dozen Lingyu disciples froze midair like struck lightning, stiffened, and dropped straight down.

Then, from the clouds, countless thorny vines descended, latching onto the corpses, frantically absorbing blood and souls, transforming into droplets of crimson.

Even two Qi Refining peak disciples were struck—falling lifelessly. Qin Ming waved his hand and collected the blood droplets.

In an instant,

only the black, fat youth with the hammer and the lead core disciple remained.

The lead disciple sensed something wrong—his face paled. “No! It’s a spiritual soul attack!”

Qin Ming clearly saw—just as the transparent thorns neared the lead disciple,

a silver brocade, a foot long, flew automatically from his pouch, reflexively shielding both of them.

Qin Ming narrowed his eyes, staring at the brocade. “He’s got a spiritual defense artifact.”

Looks like another high-ranking disciple.

Qin Ming immediately withdrew the Yinsha Cold Rain.

In a flash, he left behind a lingering afterimage.

Instantly, he appeared above the two.

Qin Ming’s fist glowed with three-inch-long blood qi true Gang —he punched straight at the black, fat youth!

The black youth reacted, forming a seal—his black hammer instantly doubled in size.

It came crashing down like a mountain!

BOOM! A deafening crash.

Qin Ming’s fist shattered the hammer, his momentum unbroken.

Then his fist slammed into the black youth’s skull.

PLOP! The youth’s head and upper body exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

His corpse tumbled down like torn cloth.

SHHH! SHHH! SHHH! The lead disciple formed a sword seal—multiple green sword beams shot from different angles at Qin Ming.

Two even curved around his vision, striking from behind.

Qin Ming showed no fear—his powerful spiritual sense spread out.

As the sword beams pierced him, he casually reached out and grabbed—

CHING! He seized the green sword’s physical form in his hand! ZZZZZ! The green sword trembled violently, whimpering as if alive.

PUFF! The lead disciple, his artifact destroyed, spat a mouthful of blood, face terrified.

Without hesitation, he fled on his flying artifact.

But—

how fast could he be compared to a top-grade Spirit Light Flying Shuttle? Qin Ming caught up in mere breaths.

Without hesitation, he punched the opponent into the nearby rock wall; the terrifying force crushed them instantly.

Qin was about to go search for the storage bag.

His expression changed as he sensed a far greater aura approaching from this direction.

“Foundation Establishment?”

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(End of Chapter)