Night Without End-Chapter 39 - 26 Faded Memories Resurface_2

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However, the Heavenly Light Force indeed did not mention how to cultivate it.

"Does the silk scripture seem to talk about the advancement of life levels without specific means of protecting the path?" This conjecture left Qin Ming somewhat confused.

In the afternoon, at the brightest time of Shallow Night, Qin Ming rubbed his temples after half a day of studying, his spirit slightly fatigued. However, he should have thoroughly understood the new content of the silk scripture.

When he practiced again, his movements were smooth and unobstructed, blending into the environment, his gaze focused yet clear, hair fluttering, displaying an air of natural ease.

Most importantly, the warm current within his body surged, and the silver ripples appearing on his skin became more solidified, as if transforming into "Silver Mud."

The silk scripture did not specify what level would be approached or what state would appear, so Qin Ming had no way to judge the quality of his practice.

He stopped to rest, and even just standing there, he exuded a natural sense of spirit, adding a bit more charisma.

"Xiao Qin, come out quickly, let's go into the mountains to admire the remnants." Xu Yueping called for him.

Qin Ming had originally planned to comprehend the silk scripture at home, but now that he had thoroughly studied it, he could indeed go out.

He asked, "What remnants?"

Xu Yueping answered with a smile, "The Patrol Team's stronghold, of course. Let's see what traces that wise Mountain God, uh, no, should say Mountain Monster, left behind."

Then, he lowered his voice, "Let's see if he left behind any nice things."

This wasn't a spur of the moment decision but rather something the leaders of several villages had discussed in secret after deciding to stop planting Black Moon, collectively agreeing to check out that stronghold.

"Let's go!" Qin Ming nodded.

Lately, even newcomers from various villages dared to venture somewhat deeper only when walking together in groups; otherwise, the dense forest was extremely dangerous.

Not everyone had the courage to walk alone in the mountains like Qin Ming.

After all, everything was determined by strength.

"Here's a bunch of fine wine." Qin Ming called to Xu Yueping, very familiar with this stronghold – the light of blades in the snowy night still appeared before his eyes.

Xu Yueping and Yang Yongqing immediately ran over, overjoyed. After all, admiring the remnants was just a way to see what useful things were left behind.

The men in the village were just as unrefined and straightforward.

Old Man Liu laughed till his face blossomed, and his legs no longer felt weak. With a jump, he soared half a zhang high and swooped over in a whoosh.

Qin Ming said with a smile, "Uncle Liu, how about it? Yesterday I said I'd honor you with ten jars of good wine, and today we found such a stash. Let's divide it quickly and take it away."

"Good, good, good!" Old Man Liu said 'good' repeatedly, itching to break open the mud seal right away and taste the wine.

"Coming here to dig the Patrol Team's graves, why do I feel so thrilled, hehe." Xu Yueping laughed non-stop.

Naturally, newcomers from other villages were alarmed, and in the end, Shuangshu Village took away more than thirty jars, while the rest was shared among the other villages.

Even though it was Qin Ming who found it, he couldn't monopolize it, to avoid trouble with others afterward.

In fact, members of the Patrol Team who were investigating cases had come by long ago and found these wines. Seeing that they had important matters to attend to and not valuing the wine, they didn't bother with it.

When the news spread that day, more people headed there, and the Patrol Team's stronghold became a site frequented by many, "digging graves."

"Could it be this person who killed all members of the Patrol Team?" Qin Ming was surprised when he returned from the mountains and saw a portrait.

It was that man with a blue-black face, and it must be said, the image of him wielding a sword and slaying the Blood Snake was quite impressive.

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Yinteng Town distributed a stack of portraits, alerting the villages to be vigilant and to report immediately if anything is discovered.

The Patrol Team is not a weak organization; the highest-ranking person is an important figure from Chixia City.

"He's called Wang Nianzhu, he appears so gallant and heroic, who would have thought he was such a person." Qin Ming truly hadn't expected to see the man's portrait again after killing him, and to learn his name.

"You didn't die unnoticed, at least your portrait is being posted in every town, for a time you're quite renowned, even if this place is remote." Qin Ming glanced a few times before leaving, a man whose head he had already blown off was not worth caring about.

"However, which family he came from, which organization he belonged to, I do hope the Patrol Team can find out." Later, he thought of Jinji Ridge, the Sanyan Sect, and decided they were worth paying attention to.

Late into the night, after consuming the Blood Snake meat, the effects of the medicinal meal quickly took hold, and his body heated up and began to glow, similar to the last time.

Finally, he entered the dreamland while wearing the "Golden Silk Jade Robe."

Qin Ming once again saw himself as a child, though poor, with tattered clothes and shoes, he appeared to have great determination, repeatedly practicing the Xinsheng Skill from the silk scripture.

"If it's of extraordinary origin, then why can't it be mastered?" The young him was stubborn and resolute, refusing to give up.

"Once, an incredibly powerful person practiced the skill from the silk scripture and trained themselves to death, and he was one of the creators." The large hand caressed the animal skin cover of the silk scripture.

"Ah?" The young Qin Ming, still naïve, was very baffled.

"Some paths are too brilliant. Others are unclear, several old guys were not content, they studied together, trying to match those splendid paths. The theory was sound, but in the end, they abandoned their original achievements. After switching to this skill, they either died or got injured, or, when their lifespans were short, they ventured to the dark ends of the earth; none of them could master it, so how could others?" That whisper echoed.

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"If it can't be mastered, then why leave it behind?" The young boy asked.

"The unmasterable parts were torn off, leaving only a small portion, but it still requires the assistance of those who have practiced the skill to start, so just browsing through this silk scripture will do."

"And what about the larger portion that was torn off?" The young Qin Ming still didn't want to give up, as it was the only extraordinary skill he had access to.

"It was burned."

The young Qin Ming fell silent, seeming somewhat heartbroken, as he looked down at his small shoes exposing his toes.

As Shallow Night arrived, Qin Ming awoke.

He sighed lightly, having thought he acquired a heavenly scripture, it seemed he had overreacted, and in the future, he needs to pay more attention to other Advanced Will Power practices.

But he was somewhat distracted and realized that even without anyone's help, he had managed to master the first two pages of the silk scripture.

"So what if it's mastered, the rest of the silk scripture has been burned. Moreover, if the creators themselves couldn't make it, having verified it on their own and practicing to their deaths, these many years later, the others must also be long gone from this world."

Qin Ming stood up and came out to the courtyard, feeling the changes within himself. This time, the Second Rebirth was quick and intense due to the aid of Spiritual Material, and he had succeeded.

He felt now, even with one arm, he possessed the strength of a thousand pounds.

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Two days later, messages came from Cao Long, Wei Zhi Rou, and Mu Qing, mentioning that the higher-ups and the top Alien Species of the great mountains were to have one last negotiation, with the location being at the entrance outside the mountain range.

Many people were already waiting at the moment.

In the snowy terrain, a white donkey leisurely trod through the snow.

"This must be the mount of some important figure from Chixia City, right?"

As the donkey drew near, people noticed that its back was not empty; there was a being sitting cross-legged, but it was not human. It was a completely white weasel, very quiet, like an old monk in deep meditation.

The first entity to appear was so bizarre that many people didn't dare to speak.