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Novel: [Night Without Boundaries]
Chapter 141: [An Unexpected and Astonishing Harvest]
Author: [Chen Dong]
Translator: [Shadow Knight AK]
Editor: [Shadow Knight AK]
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Under the pitch-black night sky, the vast plains were densely forested.
A weasel, half the height of a man, stood blocking Qin Ming's path, its yellow fur gleaming like silk.
Clad in azure-gold armor and a helmet, with faint lightning arcs crackling around its body, it exuded an air of extraordinary presence.
"Why are you blocking my way?" Qin Ming asked.
"Young man, you're too reckless," the weasel replied with an air of seniority. "You slaughtered all the able-bodied wolves of Wolf Ridge, and now you feign ignorance?"
"What's it to you?" Qin Ming asked coldly.
The slender weasel stood its ground. "As fellow wolves, they all called me Uncle Huang. What do you think?"
Qin Ming scrutinized the creature, confirming it was a weasel, not a wolf.
"If you miss your nephews so much, why don't you join them? A family reunion, all together."
"My name is Huang Yuan. I don't kill the nameless. Young man, I'll give you one chance to leave your name behind." The weasel slowly drew a black "longsword" from its back.
Compared to the weasel, the pitch-black blade was already quite long, nearly matching its height.
"You yellow-skinned weasel, trying to act like a big, bad wolf!" Qin Ming scoffed, but he didn't dare let his guard down.
He could genuinely sense a palpable danger radiating from the creature.
He drew his sword, his gaze fixed on the weasel before him.
"In recent years, I've seen many young faces, even more radical than yours, brimming with youthful fervor. They charged into this Land of Divine Lament, seeking to 'slay demons and protect the border people.'"
Huang Yuan's golden armor clanked as it adjusted its helmet with its small paws, straightening it.
Then, its paws glowed as it gripped the black blade, pointing it at its opponent.
Qin Ming froze.
This vibrant, life-filled plain was actually called the Land of Divine Lament?
It must be connected to god-like beings.
Huang Yuan spoke calmly, "And guess what happened to those hot-blooded youths? They all died. Hmm, I even have a collection—segments of finger bones from their middle fingers."
It tapped the bone necklace hanging from its chest with the hilt of its blade.
"They say the ten fingers are connected to the heart. These are Heart Bones. I've already collected thirty-five. With yours, I'll complete the Thirty-Six Heavenly Stars."
Qin Ming realized the weasel was trying to provoke him, but its words had indeed ignited his killing intent.
What it said was true—those were the finger bones of young humans!
He didn't act rashly.
Though newly awakener, he had retained fragments of his Consciousness Spiritual Light and Divine Wisdom.
His instincts were now exceptionally sharp.
Qin Ming sensed two more creatures lurking in the shadows, patiently awaiting their chance to coordinate with the weasel for a fatal strike.
He couldn't help but sigh.
Even a weasel understood strategy, attempting to provoke him while preparing a coordinated ambush with hidden allies for a perfect kill.
Huang Yuan chuckled softly. "Sigh, there's nothing more satisfying than crushing hot-blooded young geniuses like you. It's like extinguishing the very fire of your entire race, severing your future."
Qin Ming moved, discarding the mother blade of his twin swords and drawing the Jade Iron Sword. He didn't immediately infuse it with Heavenly Light Force, so the blade remained unlit.
Lightning arcs crackled around the weasel as it summoned a raging wind.
Gripping the sword's hilt, it seemed to ride the sword itself, rising from the ground with a thunderous roar and moving with blinding speed!
Suddenly, Qin Ming stopped abruptly and charged swiftly backward. The Jade Iron Sword erupted with blinding Heavenly Light, its pristine white body humming resonantly.
Hidden within the dense forest were two humans—a man and a woman—positioned on opposite sides, coordinating with the Weasel in a triangular formation to ambush him from the rear.
Now, Qin Ming turned to confront the man, his body surging with the Overlord's Wind Force.
Like a hurricane sweeping through the forest, he shattered every obstructing branch and splintered countless plants in his path.
The sword's snow-white light flashed like a thunderclap through the forest as he slashed down at the man, who appeared to be around thirty years old.
Undoubtedly an Outer Saint, the man's pupils contracted as he shouted, "Brother, don't misunderstand! We're on the same side!"
Yet his pitch-black spear thrust forward relentlessly.
A moment's hesitation from his opponent would give him the advantage—enough to skewer the man with a single strike.
Qin Ming's sword descended, cleaving the black spear in two with a clang.
Without pausing, the Jade Iron Sword in his hand erupted with Heavenly Light, blazing like a miniature sun.
"You..." The Outer Saint panicked.
It was the Jade Iron Sword! He tried to dodge, but his speed was no match for Qin Ming's.
He parried with his broken spear, but against the Jade Iron Sword, it was like rotten wood, crumbling with a clang as it was sliced down to a mere foot in length.
Qin Ming's final strike cleaved through the remaining spear fragment, severing the man's arm in a spray of blood.
Before the man's scream could fully erupt, Qin Ming's sword split his body in two.
His Heavenly Light Force offered no resistance, and he died instantly.
Qin Ming whirled around as Huang Yuan, the Weasel, arrived with astonishing speed.
Crackling with lightning and riding a gale, it moved without touching the ground, truly appearing to ride its sword.
"Clang!"
Though Huang Yuan stood only waist-high to an adult man, its strength was astonishing.
Its clash with Qin Ming's sword produced a deafening metallic screech.
The Weasel's black "longsword" suffered a deep gash, revealing its surprisingly durable material. Despite being struck by the Jade Iron Sword, it hadn't snapped in two.
This was the spoils the Weasel had claimed after killing a young human genius.
"So powerful!" it thought, genuinely shocked.
How could a human of this age possibly withstand its attacks?
The Weasel was an ancient demon, having evolved over centuries.
Even many Outer Saints among humans were no match for it; it had even enslaved two of them.
Yet here was a newcomer, barely in his teens, trading blows with it head-on!
In an instant, the pair exchanged dozens of strikes, sparks flying with each clash.
Finally, a section of the Weasel's black sword snapped off, the tip clattering to the ground.
Panic surged through the Weasel as it swiftly retreated, creating distance between them.
Qin Ming, of course, pressed his advantage, relentlessly pursuing the Weasel and engaging it in close combat.
He was genuinely astonished.
This Weasel had mastered an incredibly powerful sword technique, its skill honed to an extraordinary degree, as if it had practiced for decades.
It even possessed the bearing of a true master.
In truth, the Weasel was exceptionally talented.
After just over a decade of training, it had already achieved the poise of a renowned expert, making it a true prodigy among aberrants.
Yet the Weasel was even more shaken. It was losing!
In the Land of Divine Lament, its bloodline had mutated, evolving into strands of strange, ethereal blood that granted it the equivalent of decades of additional cultivation. Yet it was still outmatched by a human teenager.
The female Outer Saint repeatedly tried to intervene and assist Huang Yuan, but she couldn't keep up with the speed and was forced to retreat.
Qin Ming and the Weasel clashed swords relentlessly, showcasing their profound mastery of sword technique.
They had already breached its azure-gold armor, leaving two deep wounds on its body.
Huang Yuan seethed with rage.
It couldn't withstand the young man's attack.
As a self-proclaimed master of sword technique, renowned across the plains, it was growing increasingly desperate.
With a clang, its black "longsword" snapped in two. The armor on its chest was cleaved open, the shattered plates revealing another deep, bloody gash.
With a whoosh, it suddenly surged skyward, soaring into the night air!
Earlier, it had been gliding on its sword, concealing a pair of fleshy wings that fluttered subtly behind it.
Now, these wings fully unfurled, allowing it to hover aloft.
"Unbelievable! Master Huang, whose Wind Thunder Sword shook the Land of Divine Lament Plains, defeated by a mere whelp!" the Weasel spat in fury.
Qin Ming's face was cold.
He was deeply dissatisfied with himself for having struggled so long against a mere weasel—it was utterly absurd!
He didn't realize the true significance of this weasel; its reputation was indeed formidable.
Ignoring the creature, Qin Ming turned and strode toward the woman, his sword held ready.
She quickly spoke, "I was forced to help him. I've been enslaved by him for years. Thank you for rescuing me today."
"You don't seem confused or incoherent. You can communicate normally, yet you acted as his accomplice. How much of your own kind's blood have you spilled these past years?" Qin Ming demanded.
"No, please! I was wrong!" The woman panicked, her face paling.
If even Master Huang couldn't match him, how could she possibly resist?
Qin Ming showed no mercy.
After several fierce clashes, he sliced off her head with a thud, blood gushing as her corpse collapsed to the ground.
Huang Yuan, hovering in mid-air, was no ordinary weasel.
He possessed the Heavenly Light Force of humans, now fully withdrawn, as a radiant glow emanated from the space between his brows.
He hadn't intervened earlier because he was transforming his power!
"Many have forgotten how I rose to prominence," Huang Yuan declared.
As a weasel, he possessed a racial talent: an exceptionally powerful Spiritual Domain.
It suppressed its Heavenly Light Force, and a blinding Consciousness Spiritual Light erupted from its forehead, as if distorting space.
The towering tree canopy beside it shook violently before shattering into fragments.
Diving down, it roared, "Those who rely on physical combat are inferior beings!"
Qin Ming wanted nothing more than to cleave it in two with his sword.
This weasel dared to spout racial prejudice, as if it possessed some divine Qi?
As the so-called power of its Spiritual Domain cascaded down, the Spiritual Light materialized into a tangible sword and struck at Qin Ming.
He clenched his fist and punched upward.
Qin Ming's unified fist light blazed with blinding intensity, like a golden crow tearing through the night sky, incinerating all in its path.
The so-called Consciousness Spiritual Light instantly ignited.
The materialized "Spiritual Blade" shattered, dissolving into flames.
Five consecutive strikes followed, each pierced by Qin Ming's terrifying Heavenly Light Force, like a three-legged golden crow sweeping through the night, annihilating demons and monsters.
"Agh..." Huang Yuan shrieked in agony, utterly bewildered.
After transforming his power and unleashing his most powerful Consciousness Spiritual Light, he had suffered an even more humiliating defeat.
Blood gushed from his mouth and nostrils as he flapped his fleshy wings, desperately fleeing into the night sky, seeking escape.
Qin Ming drew his bow and nocked an arrow—a jet-black Jade Iron Arrow!
His archery skills were renowned as peerless, rivaling even his sword technique.
Already critically wounded, Huang Yuan had no chance to evade.
With a piercing shriek, the Heavenly Light contained within the arrow's feathers blasted a bloody hole through its body, sending it plummeting to the ground.
The Heavenly Light that pierced through its body had even torn one of its fleshy wings!
Moving with the agility of a hunting leopard, Qin Ming closed the distance in an instant and stomped his foot onto Huang Yuan's body.
His expression immediately shifted as he noticed Huang Yuan forcefully inhaling.
With a swift strike, Qin Ming used the back of his Jade Iron Sword to shatter one of Huang Yuan's legs.
"Don't release any foul gas," he threatened, pressing the blade against its neck. "Or I'll immediately chop off your limbs!"
He had no desire to be covered in stench.
"What do you want?" the Weasel asked, its voice trembling.
"I'm very interested in your lightning-infused light and that sword technique," Qin Ming replied. "Recite them for me."
"Release me first," Huang Yuan countered, attempting to negotiate.
With a crack, Qin Ming shattered both of its arms with the Jade Iron Sword.
"I surrender..." Huang Yuan lowered its head and began reciting the flawed scripture.
With a snap, two more bones in its body broke.
Qin Ming said coldly, "Recite it again. Each time must be different. If you make a mistake, I'll break two more bones."
Huang Yuan's emotions surged violently.
The resentment, the recalled scriptures, and the vivid images they conjured all became crystal clear.
Qin Ming was certain he had obtained the complete inheritance.
The lightning radiance and sword technique he sought were both part of a single legacy: the Wind Thunder Sword, which required the Wind Thunder Force to activate.
This secret manual had belonged to a young genius who had been murdered over a decade ago.
Back then, the Land of Divine Lament hadn't yet descended into such chaos. Huang Yuan had secretly assassinated the passionate young prodigy.
Moreover, its claims were true: in recent years, it had slaughtered over thirty human prodigies.
Qin Ming naturally wouldn't spare it.
After obtaining this extraordinarily mysterious and formidable Sword Manual, he cleaved the Weasel in two at the waist with a single stroke.
"You..." it shrieked, its voice filled with terror, yet it clung to life.
A purple haze emanated from its heart, surging toward the wound, accompanied by a fragrant aroma that filled the air.
"This is..." Qin Ming exclaimed in astonishment.
He decapitated the weasel, ensuring it had no chance of survival.
Soon after, he discovered a purple heart within its corpse, containing an extraordinary blood.
"Could this be the special aberrant mentioned in the Life-Altering Scripture? One that has evolved 'Miraculous Blood' capable of prolonging life and enhancing innate talent? This weasel is truly astonishing!"
Qin Ming stared in disbelief.
A mere weasel had actually given birth to Extraordinary Blood!
If it was recorded in the Life-Altering Scripture, it was clearly no ordinary creature.
After careful examination, Qin Ming felt both joy and regret.
The quantity of Extraordinary Blood was limited, indicating the weasel was still in its growth phase.
Had it accumulated this blood for another few decades or centuries, transforming its entire body into Extraordinary Blood, it would have been priceless.
Based on the Life-Altering Scripture's records, Qin Ming estimated that even this amount of blood could extend his lifespan by ten years and strengthen his foundation!
This was even more precious than Spiritual Substance capable of granting awakening.
After all, this blood enhanced potential, while Spiritual Substance merely helped manifest existing potential.
Qin Ming utilized techniques recorded in the Life-Altering Scripture to unleash Heavenly Light, refining the Extraordinary Blood.
This process caused wisps of purple mist to evaporate, revealing the "Extraordinary Medicine" contained within the blood.
In an instant, the area filled with swirling purple mist and an intoxicating medicinal fragrance, completely enveloping him.
After purifying the mist dozens of times with Heavenly Light, Qin Ming absorbed the vaporous purple clouds into his body.
Immediately, he felt his entire being lighten, his flesh and blood surging with vitality.
"The effects are this pronounced?" he marveled, realizing the Extraordinary Medicine could indeed extend lifespan and transform flesh, blood, and bone—just as he had sensed.
This "Extraordinary Blood" left him utterly astonished!
Qin Ming carefully examined himself, confirming that his foundation had indeed deepened, though he couldn't quantify the extent of the improvement.
On his way back, he had already begun practicing the techniques from the secret manual.
The Wind Thunder Force not only possessed immense offensive power but also granted a significant boost to speed!
The value of this Sword Manual far exceeded his initial expectations.
Qin Ming suspected it must be a forbidden technique from a Great Sect.
He continued to swing his sword, gradually producing the sounds of wind and thunder.
The lightning radiance he had long yearned for flickered into existence!
Qin Ming no longer wanted to leave.
The Land of Divine Lament was brimming with opportunities, and he hoped to encounter more "Master Huangs."
The gains from this encounter had already left him immensely satisfied.
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