9: Chapter 9 Fragments of the Qiankun Pearl, a Cave Heaven Depleted of Spiritual Energy

"This... truly worthy of being an Immortal Rank Cultivation Technique!"

Soon, Han Ming finished absorbing the insights of the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture.

It was even more powerful than he had imagined; ignoring one's own talent, it used the self as a furnace to smelt the ten thousand Daos into one's own body, governing all Daos.

Even someone with E-grade talent could take off after cultivating the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture.

However, the lower the talent, the more terrifying the resources required.

[Ding, detected that host's disciple Lin Fan is cultivating the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, Blood Qi +1, Blood Qi +1... Synchronized feedback to host, host's Blood Qi +5.]

Just as Han Ming was marveling at the power of the Ten Thousand Dao Scripture, the System's voice sounded again.

"Haha... truly worthy of being the strongest worker, providing me with Blood Qi points so quickly."

Hearing the System's prompt, Han Ming instantly became happy. This was five Blood Qi points! In the past, when cultivating himself, even if he took Medicinal Pills, it would have taken at least a few days.

After the excitement, Han Ming began to open his System panel, and a pale blue light screen appeared before his eyes.

[Host: Han Ming] [Age: 18] [Talent: D (Fire Element Affinity)] [Cultivation Technique: Guiyuan Naling Jue (Yellow Rank High Grade), Ten Thousand Dao Scripture (Immortal Rank)] [Martial Skill, Divine Ability: None] [Blood Qi: 173 points] [Realm: 1-Star Martial Apprentice] [Current Disciple Quota: 1/1 (One disciple quota unlocked for every major Realm Breakthrough)] [Currently Bound Disciple: Lin Fan]

Han Ming stared at the "173 points" of Blood Qi on the panel, and the smile on his lips could not be suppressed.

Five minutes ago, it was 168 points; now it had directly increased by 5 points.

The key was that he had done nothing for these 5 points of Blood Qi; he had just been lying on the bed scrolling through his phone.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk..."

Han Ming rolled over happily, playing with the Qiankun Jade Pendant in his hand.

This jade pendant was cyan throughout, warm and moist like jade, and holding it in his palm, he could feel a faint warmth.

According to the information provided by the System, this was a fragment of the ancient Immortal King weapon, the Qiankun Bead, containing a Cave Heaven World inside.

Although it was withered now and the Spiritual Qi was exhausted, it could be repaired as long as suitable Materials were found.

"A Cave Heaven World..."

Han Ming muttered to himself, his eyes flashing with excitement.

That was a legendary object! It formed its own world, where one could plant Spirit Medicine, raise exotic beasts, and even Cultivate and live inside.

In a critical moment, hiding inside, who could find him?

Han Ming tried to probe his consciousness into the jade pendant, and his vision blurred instantly.

When he came to his senses, he was already in a gray, hazy space.

Beneath his feet was cracked land, stretching as far as the eye could see. The sky was gloomy and overcast, without sun, moon, or stars, and there was not a breath of wind.

The air was permeated with an aura of deathly silence, as if this place had been desolate for millions of years.

"Is this the withered Cave Heaven?"

Han Ming looked around and soon saw a well not far away.

He walked over quickly and looked down—the well was empty, with only a thin layer of sand at the bottom.

"The Spirit Spring has also dried up..."

Han Ming sighed.

But thinking about it, it made sense; if this Cave Heaven were intact, it wouldn't have fallen into Lin Fan's hands.

An ancient Immortal King weapon was an existence beyond the Martial God; even a little bit of Opportunity would be enough for him to lie flat for a lifetime.

Han Ming exited the Cave Heaven and integrated the jade pendant into his Dantian to nourish it; the jade pendant had already acknowledged him as its master, so it could be stored in his Dantian.

"Young Master, the Master has returned and wants you to come out to eat."

Just then, the respectful voice of Butler Han Fu came from outside the door.

"Alright, I know, I'll be there immediately."

Han Ming did not dare to delay. He responded, tidied his clothes, and opened the door to walk out.

The "Master" in Butler Han Fu's mouth was not Han Ming's father, but Han Ming's grandfather, Han Tianxiong, who possessed the strength of a 3-Star Great Martial Master.

Han Ming stepped into the front hall, his gaze sweeping over the people who were already seated, and the corresponding memories automatically surfaced in his mind.

Seven or eight people were already sitting at the round table, and the atmosphere was clearly not right—no one was speaking, no one was moving their chopsticks, and everyone had a look of gravity on their faces.

Sitting in the main seat was an old man with graying hair, a square face, thick eyebrows, and eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

Even just sitting there quietly, he radiated the pressure of someone who had long been in a high position.

Han Tianxiong, the head of the Han Family, a 3-Star Great Martial Master. He was also the only pillar of the Han Family.

Han Ming's gaze shifted from the old man and swept over the others present.

Sitting to the old man's left was a middle-aged man, looking to be in his forties, whose brows and eyes were somewhat similar to Han Ming's, but his expression was more gloomy.

This was Han Ming's father—Han Yonghui, a 9-Star Martial Master, just one step away from breaking through to Great Martial Master, and the strongest person after the old man.

Sitting beside Han Yonghui was Han Ming's mother, Jiang Xuerou, a 4-Star Martial Master.

Sitting to the old man's right were two middle-aged men. One was Second Uncle Han Yongan, an 8-Star Martial Master, slightly chubby, with a smile always hanging on his face; the other was Third Uncle Han Yongfeng, also a 7-Star Martial Master, lean in build, with gloomy eyes, looking difficult to get along with.

Beside Second Uncle sat his wife, Zhou Ruolan, a 2-Star Martial Master, plain in appearance but with a gentle temperament.

Beside Third Uncle was his wife, Chen Ping, a 2-Star Martial Master, wearing heavy makeup, her eyes revealing a bit of shrewd calculation.

Besides them, there were several boys and girls younger than Han Ming. They were Second Uncle's children, 17-year-old Han Lei and 15-year-old Han Shanshan; and Third Uncle's child, 16-year-old Han Cheng, who was also attending Third Martial Arts High School and had not yet had his Awakening.

"Greetings, Grandfather, Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle."

Han Ming greeted them one by one, according to the rules in his memory.

Han Tianxiong nodded, his gaze lingering on Han Ming for a moment. A flash of complex emotion passed through his eyes—disappointment, helplessness, and a bit of frustration that Han Ming was not living up to expectations.

"Sit down."

Han Ming responded and walked over to sit beside his mother.

Jiang Xuerou hurriedly handed him chopsticks and whispered, "You've been cultivating all day, you must be hungry, right? Mom will pick some food for you."

"I can do it myself." Han Ming took the chopsticks, but his peripheral vision was observing the expressions of everyone present.

The atmosphere was not right. The old man's brows were tightly locked, his father's face was gloomy, Second Uncle still had a smile on his face, but that smile looked forced no matter how one looked at it, and Third Uncle was completely silent, his eyes so gloomy they could drip water.

Even Second Aunt, who usually liked to joke around the most, was sitting quietly, not saying a word.

Han Ming's heart skipped a beat. Had something happened to the Han Family? It wasn't mentioned in the original book! Was this the butterfly effect of his Transmigration? Or was it because the original book didn't mention the Han Family's crisis, and they were wiped out by the Reborn Lin Fan right from the start?

"Hmph, the Zhang Family is bullying us too much; if it really comes to it, we'll fight them to the death."

Third Uncle Han Yongfeng slapped the table, causing the bowls and dishes to jump high, and soup splashed all over the table. His eyes were red, and his chest was heaving violently; clearly, he had been holding back a belly full of fire.

"Third Brother!" Han Yonghui shouted in a low voice, "Watch your manners in front of Dad!"

Han Yongfeng gritted his teeth and sat back down, his fists clenching until they cracked, but he didn't say anything more.

Han Ming's heart skipped a beat. The Zhang Family?

A second-rate power in Jiangbei Base City, far stronger than the Han Family, which was just a third-rate Family.

The head of the Zhang Family was an 8-star Grand Martial Master, and below him were three Elders at the Great Martial Master level, with twenty or thirty experts at the Martial Master Realm.

Moreover, it was said that there was an Old Ancestor at the Martial Ancestor Realm holding down the fort. The Family mainly dealt in the business of herbs and Medicinal Pills, and they supported many adventure teams that hunted exotic beasts and searched for Spirit Medicine.

The Han Family and the Zhang Family were simply not on the same level.

"Grandfather, what exactly happened?"

Seeing the atmosphere was wrong, Han Ming put down his chopsticks and asked the old man curiously.

Han Tianxiong was silent for a few seconds, sighed, and spoke slowly.

"Half a month ago, I took some people to accompany your father on a trip to the wilderness, wanting to find a Tier 4 Spirit Medicine to help him break through to Great Martial Master."

"We ventured one hundred miles deep into the wilderness, experiencing a narrow escape from death, and finally managed to find a Tier 4 Purple Blood Lingzhi, but we ran into the Zhang Family's team."

Speaking of this, Han Tianxiong's fists clenched slightly.

"The people from the Zhang Family wanted us to hand over the Purple Blood Lingzhi, but how could we be willing? We discovered it first, and it concerned your father's Breakthrough, so we had a conflict, and the result..."

Speaking of this, Han Tianxiong paused, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.

"The result was that although we got the Purple Blood Lingzhi, three Martial Master-level retainers died, and I was injured by the Zhang Family's Third Elder, Zhang Mingyuan."

"Just a moment ago, the Zhang Family's Grand Elder Zhang Mingyu came and told us to hand over the Purple Blood Lingzhi and pay the Zhang Family ten million in compensation, otherwise the Han Family will be wiped out in Jiangbei."

When Han Tianxiong said these things, his fists were clenched tight, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"What? The Zhang Family is bullying us too much!"

Hearing this, everyone was also extremely angry.