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Novel: [Night Without Borders]
Chapter 93: [Consuming Dew and Mist]
Author: [Chen Dong]
Translator: [Shadow Knight AK]
Editor: [Shadow Knight AK]
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In the pitch-black desert, the dense Night Mist surged.
Qin Ming poured every ounce of his strength into a single, devastating strike.
Accompanied by a dazzling, sun-scorching radiance, blood splattered as crystalline fingers fell to the ground.
"Ah..." The woman screamed in agony.
The faint Golden Radiance that had flowed around her body thinned drastically as she retreated rapidly, her veil trembling violently, betraying her torment.
Qin Ming moved across the yellow sand like a wisp of wind, pursuing her relentlessly.
He raised his jade-white sword and swung again.
His face, though still youthful, was now utterly cold and resolute. His eyes shone like stars, and his dark hair streamed back as he pushed the Grass-Treading Technique to its absolute limit, moving as if flying across the desert sands.
The masked woman seethed with shock, rage, humiliation, and resentment.
In her eyes, this youth—whom even the Golden-Armored Guards deemed unworthy of selection—had somehow managed to inflict a grievous wound upon her.
Four fingers had been severed from her slender hand, leaving only a bloodied thumb.
Moreover, a deep gash now marred her chest and abdomen, torn open by the snow-white blade's tip.
As she retreated, a trail of blood stained the sand behind her.
This was the most severe injury she had ever sustained in her life.
Even more terrifying was the youth's current ferocity, akin to a Spiritual Tiger.
Without uttering a word, he relentlessly pursued her, his speed so astonishing it filled her with dread.
A radiant peach blossom bloomed between her brows, blossoming into a dazzling barrier before her to block his attack.
Though the crimson peach blossom carried extraordinary power, it was shattered by the pristine white sword.
The sword grazed her body, tearing her black robes and shattering parts of her inner armor, narrowly avoiding drawing blood again.
The black-robed, masked woman seethed with fury. Her opponent had thrown her off balance with too many surprises.
How could a youth from a remote region, who roamed with a bloodstained hammer, possess such a Jade Iron Sword?
She could sense it wasn't forged from alloy but pure Jade Iron, its flawless white sword devoid of any impurities.
Opening her mouth, she spat out a dazzling rain of light, each shimmering particle transforming into a sword-like projectile that shot toward the youth, who was closing in like a gust of wind and a bolt of lightning.
Qin Ming channeled his Heavenly Light Force to its peak, his entire body glowing with light.
The long sword in his hand vibrated incessantly, unleashing layer upon layer of snow-white blade light, like surging ocean waves crashing relentlessly forward.
This rare Jade Iron Sword possessed many wondrous properties, one of which was its ability to channel Heavenly Light, allowing a Awakener's Heavenly Light Force to flow along its Sword blade.
Now, Qin Ming, radiating a murderous aura, unleashed his Sword Intent, as if cleaving the boundary between sea and sky.
Towering white waves surged forth, crashing against the shore and sweeping across the night sky, shattering the rain of light into fragments.
The black-clad woman was stunned. How could this youth's Heavenly Light Force be so domineering? It was obliterating her golden rain of light with the ferocity of flames consuming paper!
Her heart trembled.
How could a boy who had grown up alone in this remote wilderness possess such power?
In her understanding, only a handful of Dao Traditions on the path to awakening wielded the unfathomable Heavenly Light Force, and it was impossible for such power to manifest here.
The Night Mist churned as Qin Ming advanced, sword in hand, his silence broken only by the brilliant flashes of his strikes.
He moved with the poise of a young grandmaster, his presence so overwhelming that the woman's composure began to crumble.
With a soft thud, the sword grazed her shoulder again. Though merely a shallow cut, it pierced through the Fine Gold armor beneath her black robes as if it were paper, proving utterly ineffective against the Jade Iron Sword.
Blood flowed from her arm, searing with pain.
The youth before her now radiated a divine aura, his eyes blazing with spirit, his entire being transformed.
Had he not just attacked her with such ferocity, he would have appeared utterly transcendent.
If she were an outsider, she would have stolen a glance and murmured in admiration.
But now, consumed by fury and resentment, she saw only that the youth's confidence had surged with each strike, his fighting spirit burning brighter than ever.
The black-clad woman's eyes flashed with malice as she struggled to catch her breath.
A searing flame seemed to erupt from between her brows, emitting a blinding light.
This was the manifestation of her Consciousness Force, relentlessly driving her forward, heedless of the consequences.
Even at the cost of severely depleting her Qi, she would not yield. Two objects rose from her body.
A small, scorched black shield floated before her, intercepting Qin Ming's descending blade with a resounding clang.
A terrifying gash appeared on the shield's surface.
This was a treasure bestowed upon her by her sect elders—damaged upon its very first use!
Her heart ached with regret. This spiritual object was meant to grow alongside her, a companion for life.
Beside her floated a chopsticks-length black spear, equally scorched as if by lightning and fire. It emitted a faint golden radiance, its tip aimed at the youth ahead, whose aura grew increasingly brilliant.
Qin Ming abruptly sheathed his sword and retreated over ten meters, settling into a calm, poised stance.
Now, he was the one in control, his movements unhurried and deliberate.
He could see the woman struggling to manipulate the two scorched artifacts, as if they had been dragged from a burning pyre.
More critically, her wounds continued to bleed, time was on his side.
From his initial, ferocious sword strike—unleashing his strongest technique—to his rapid follow-up slashes, the entire exchange had lasted no more than two breaths.
All combat unfolded with lightning speed; such battles often decided life and death in an instant.
After his fourth awakening, Qin Ming's perception had drastically improved.
Even in the pitch-black desert, he could now discern objects within a certain range.
The masked woman, having been severely wounded by a mere Awakener, felt utterly humiliated.
In her eyes, her peers on this nascent, immature path were nothing more than guards prepared for their use. Yet she had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of one of them.
The pain from her wounds was excruciating, but it felt as if her very soul had been struck by a club.
As a woman, she naturally cared deeply about her appearance.
Now, she had lost four fingers!
"This is the darkest and most humiliating day of my life!" she hissed through gritted teeth.
The wound on her chest and abdomen writhed slightly, glowing faintly as it temporarily sealed itself.
Her shoulders and lower body were already stained crimson with blood.
Qin Ming understood her disdain for those on the awakening path.
He replied calmly, "Arrogant and self-righteous. You're just a barnyard chicken!"
He rarely resorted to insults, but he wouldn't hold back against such hostility.
"You—!" The woman's face twisted in fury, her veil falling away to reveal a beautiful but ashen face.
She was young, barely sixteen or seventeen. Stung by the "barnyard chicken" remark, she pointed a finger at Qin Ming and snarled, "I'll show you the difference between Immortals and mortals right now!"
"Are you complimenting me?" Qin Ming asked, his gaze fixed on her pointing hand.
The woman followed his gaze.
The stumps of her four severed fingers had been cauterized with Golden Radiance, leaving only her solitary thumb sticking out.
She immediately lost her composure.
No matter how she looked at it, it seemed like she was giving Qin Ming a thumbs-up.
As an Outsider, she considered herself transcendent and detached from worldly concerns.
Yet now, she couldn't help but curse under her breath, lest she suffer internal injuries from suppressing her anger.
Qin Ming's eyes were deep and knowing. He understood that at this level, she wouldn't lose her composure so easily. The woman's emotional outburst was one thing, but she was also deliberately stalling for time.
Her Consciousness Force-infused Golden Radiance could heal injuries.
More critically, a mysterious Golden-Armored Guard was rapidly approaching the desert.
If he found them here, the situation would shift dramatically.
"Your four severed fingers haven't been on the ground long. They should still be reattachable. Don't you want them?" Qin Ming asked, brandishing his sword. He leaped over ten meters toward the severed fingers.
The black-clad woman panicked.
She had lured the youth away precisely to eliminate him before retrieving her fingers.
But now this delicate-looking youth was threatening her.
Still young, she was fiercely protective of her physical integrity, elevating it to a matter of life and death.
Her eyes reddened as she charged after him.
With a swift flash of steel, she saw the youth lift a severed finger—once as translucent as jade, now stained with blood and coated in yellow sand—on the tip of his sword.
"Put it down!" she roared, her eyes blazing with fury.
She channeled her energy into the charred shield and chopstick-sized black spear, launching a rapid counterattack.
"Alright!" Qin Ming readily complied, tossing the severed finger onto the sand without harming it.
He immediately swung his sword at her.
He didn't need to resort to extreme measures.
The woman was already in a state of panic, and simply fighting her in this confined space was enough.
He had complete control of the battle's rhythm.
Qin Ming channeled his Jade Iron Sword, piercing through her Golden Radiance.
With several strikes, he shattered the black shield with a resounding crack.
The black-robed woman recoiled in terror.
This was a treasured artifact bestowed by her sect, yet one had already been destroyed. It wasn't just the Jade Iron Sword's unique properties; the youth's Heavenly Light Force was utterly abnormal, posing a grave threat.
Even her nascent Consciousness Force had been cleaved apart by his strikes.
A golden glow erupted from her brow, and wisps of lotus-like golden mist swirled forth, coiling around the black spear as she unleashed it against the increasingly formidable youth.
After several clashes, the charred spear dimmed, its golden silk bindings shattered.
"Clang!"
Qin Ming severed the chopstick-sized spear, sending it clattering to the ground, beyond activation.
"A weapon forged from a Spiritual Root purified by Heavenly Light... destroyed..." The woman's face drained of color as she staggered backward, knowing her defeat was absolute.
"Pfft!"
Unable to evade in time, her left arm was severed, blood spraying as it landed on the sand.
She laughed bitterly, accepting her fate.
"To think, we who feast on celestial mists and dew, beings of immortal essence, should perish here."
The black-robed woman had awakened the her Spiritual Light multiple times in the Heart Purification Realm, nearing the second major realm.
To fall not to the Esoteric Sect, but to a mere Awakener, filled her with bitter resentment.
By Heart Purification Realm standards, her awakenings far surpassed Qin Ming's mere four awakenings.
Now, Heavenly Light Force coursed through Qin Ming's entire being, his youthful spirit blazing with radiant vigor.
Every fiber of his being—from the corners of his eyes to the tips of his hair—glowed with celestial light.
"Those who still consume mortal grains dare to claim a distinction between Immortals and mortals?" He swung his sword without hesitation, unwilling to waste even a moment.
The woman fought back with all her might, her brow glowing as a lotus flower bloomed between her eyes, its petals blazing as it flew outward.
Yet even this manifestation of Consciousness Force couldn't withstand Qin Ming's sword infused with Heavenly Light Force.
The lotus flower shattered, and the sword's tip sliced across her pale forehead, sending blood splattering.
Her face drained of color, she collapsed to the ground, her skull cracked.
Overwhelmed by terror, she finally stammered, "I don't want to die... Can't we..."
"Who sent you?" Qin Ming demanded.
The woman fell silent again.
"Then let's send you on your way." With a swift stroke, Qin Ming severed her head.
Blood gushed forth as her corpse crashed onto the yellow sand.
"Mountain Lord Qin possesses the potential of a Spirit, capable of slaying Immortals. Suddenly, I feel... I can endure to the end!"
Talking Sparrow murmured, emerging from the Night Mist.
"And there's still a Golden-Armored Guard left. He should be easier to deal with, right?"
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