125: Chapter 125 The Master Appears

A pitch-black Domain shrouded the mountains and forests; the heavens and earth lost their color, and all things stood frozen.

A pressure far surpassing the Spirit Realm firmly suppressed everyone in place.

Mortal Realm Cultivators temper their muscles and bones, Cultivate external martial arts, and rely on their Physical Body to fight and survive;

Spirit Realm Cultivators inhale and exhale Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, study myriad techniques, and traverse the mountains and rivers with spiritual power.

Whereas God Realm experts Cultivate their will and Revered Master a Domain, capable of suppressing low-rank Cultivators with a single thought.

At this moment, Lin Qing still lacked the capital to confront a true God Realm expert head-on.

The gap between the Spirit Realm and the God Realm could no longer be bridged by cultivation, Cultivation Technique, or Physical Body; it was an absolute suppression of dimensions.

Faced with a desperate situation, Lin Qing did not feel a shred of panic, nor would he give the opponent any chance to act arrogant.

Without hesitation, he poured his Divine Thought into the Storage Ring on his hand, activating the Divine Thought mark left by Jue Chenzi.

Jue Chenzi knew that if Lin Qing actively activated this Divine Thought, it meant he had encountered a life-or-death crisis.

There was no need for a mantra to trigger it, no buildup of spiritual light, and no flashy, drawn-out entrance sequence.

Jue Chenzi's semi-transparent figure instantly appeared beside Lin Qing, instinctively maintaining a combat stance, his aura sharp and murderous, ready to block any lethal attack at any moment.

Once his Divine Thought Clone had fully stabilized and he perceived the situation, Jue Chenzi's tense posture slowly relaxed; he looked at the youth beside him with gentle eyes and nodded slightly.

"Revered Master."

Lin Qing turned sideways and bowed, his posture respectful and his tone steady.

Within the pitch-black Domain, a young figure dressed in black robes with a handsome face slowly solidified.

He stared at the suddenly appearing Jue Chenzi, a hint of surprise in his tone:

"Jue Chenzi?! So Lin Qing is actually your Disciple!"

Clearly, the two were old acquaintances.

Jue Chenzi's gaze was cold, and his tone carried undisguised mockery:

"Old ghost Mingjin, you have cultivated for over a thousand years, yet you seem to have regressed as you've aged."

"What? Are you planning to start a full-scale war with my Chuyun Immortal Sect by attacking a junior from my Sect?"

The combat power of a God Realm Cultivator is far higher than that of the Spirit Realm, so there is an unwritten understanding between major powers.

Unless it is a full-scale war or a crisis threatening the destruction of a Sect, God Realm experts generally do not personally attack those in the Spirit Realm.

Once a God Realm expert crosses the line and attacks, it may trigger a full-scale war between the two major powers.

As a veteran God Realm expert, Mingjin could not possibly be unaware of this rule.

Facing Jue Chenzi's questioning, Mingjin avoided answering; he cast his gaze past Jue Chenzi and locked onto Lin Qing, his tone cold and overbearing, carrying an irresistible command:

"Lin Qing, hand over the item, and today's matter will be dropped."

"No."

Lin Qing didn't even think about it and directly refused in a cold voice.

Actually, he had no idea what the item the opponent spoke of was, but with his Revered Master Jue Chenzi personally presiding here, no matter what it was, if the opponent wanted it, he wouldn't give it to them.

Mingjin let out a cold snort, the killing intent in his eyes surging:

"Hmph! Do you really think that a mere Divine Thought mark from Jue Chenzi can protect you?"

Before the words had even faded!

Within the pitch-black Domain, a vast and sharp white Sword Domain suddenly unfurled!

It was Jue Chenzi's Domain.

Jue Chenzi did not intend to wait for the opponent to attack and then defend passively. Instead, he took the initiative to unfold his Domain, seizing the first move.

He spoke indifferently, his tone carrying absolute confidence:

"You might as well try."

The overwhelming, biting Sword Intent collided violently with Mingjin's dark Domain; feeling this majestic, heaven-defying Sword Intent, Mingjin's pupils suddenly constricted, and he gasped:

"You... you have had a Breakthrough?!"

In the past, Jue Chenzi's strength was on par with his own, but now, he could actually contend with him using just a Divine Thought Incarnation.

Facing Mingjin's shocked question, Jue Chenzi did not answer; he only stared at him coldly, the Sword Intent around his body becoming increasingly sharp and oppressive, faintly beginning to suppress the entire dark Domain.

Mingjin's expression shifted uncertainly, looking extremely ugly.

After a few moments of stalemate and weighing the pros and cons, Mingjin gritted his teeth and snorted coldly, sweeping his large hand to gather and bundle up all the remaining Xuanye Demon Court Disciples on the scene.

With a flash of black light, the figures dissipated; Mingjin took the remnants and fled into the distant horizon, disappearing without a trace.

Jue Chenzi watched the figure flee without attempting to stop them; after all, he was only a Divine Thought mark, and although he was now one major Realm higher than the opponent, it was still difficult to keep them there. If the mark's power was consumed too much, and with his true body far away in the Central Continent, it would be difficult to replenish it for Lin Qing right now.

As Mingjin and his group disappeared at the edge of the horizon, the dark Domain covering the entire world slowly faded, and sunlight fell once again onto the treetops.

The crisis was completely resolved.

Jue Chenzi looked at Lin Qing beside him, nodded slightly, and without saying more, his figure turned into a wisp of curling white smoke and retreated back into the Storage Ring.

The deathly silence in the mountains and forests slowly faded.

The Disciples and Elders of Luoxia Valley stood frozen in place, their emotions surging and unable to calm down for a long time.

Just now, Lin Qing's sudden appearance had reignited hope for them in their desperate situation, and they had briefly felt the relief and joy of surviving a disaster.

But now that the crisis had completely dissipated, no one could smile; only endless sorrow and bitterness remained on the scene.

The losses suffered by Luoxia Valley this time were too great.

More than half of the Sect's high-ranking Elders were lost, and countless Disciples were killed or injured, with less than one in ten remaining.

Luoxia Valley, with its Legacy of hundreds of years, was now almost in name only after this battle.

Lin Qing looked around at everyone, his brows slightly furrowed, and asked:

"Where is Yuan Kun?"

Sect Master Shen Yurong's body trembled slightly, her eyes turning red; she suppressed the grief in her heart and handed a Storage Ring to Lin Qing, remaining silent the entire time.

Lin Qing's heart sank; he reached out to take the Storage Ring and probed it with his Divine Thought.

Inside the ring's inner space, more than a dozen heads of Luoxia Valley Elders were laid out quietly, every face extremely familiar.

Yuan Kun's head was among them.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, but his expression was not ferocious or resentful; instead, it revealed a firmness—the unyielding spirit of protecting his Disciples without regret.

Looking at the familiar face, scenes from the past flashed through Lin Qing's mind.

Sect Master Shen Yurong spoke, softly recounting the full story of what had happened.

Previously, she had led the True Disciples to retreat into the Hundred Thousand Mountains, while Yuan Kun led the Elders to stay behind at Luoxia Valley, working tirelessly to evacuate the remaining ordinary Disciples.

In order to give these ordinary Disciples a chance at survival, Yuan Kun and the remaining Elders ultimately sacrificed themselves for the Valley.

After hearing the entire account, the coldness in Lin Qing's eyes deepened, and he said in a deep voice:

"Give me a copy of the information on the remaining Elders of the Tiger Hall."

An Elder of Luoxia Valley nearby hurriedly took out a paper roster and handed it to Lin Qing.

The booklet recorded in detail the names, cultivation levels, and physical characteristics of all the escaped Elders of the Tiger Hall.

Lin Qing scanned it with his Divine Thought, instantly imprinting all the information into his mind.

The next moment, his vast Divine Thought spread out with a boom; Lin Qing's Divine Thought was already capable of covering most of the Qing Prefecture territory, but since they were now deep in the Hundred Thousand Mountains, he could not immediately drag those people out.

"Let's go, return to Luoxia Valley first."

Lin Qing took the exhausted people of Luoxia Valley, soared into the sky, and turned back towards Luoxia Valley.

On the way, Lin Qing's Divine Thought precisely locked onto each of the remaining Tiger Hall Elders.

He raised his hand and waved lightly, and Flying Swords made of highly condensed Spiritual Qi broke through the air, piercing clouds and crossing mountains and rivers, accurately striking the target locations.

At this moment, the remaining Elders of the Tiger Hall were completely unaware that a lethal, annihilating crisis had descended upon them.

In their view, even if Luoxia Valley had the help of two Elders from the Qiushan Sect, they would ultimately be unable to escape the fate of total annihilation after the arrival of the Qi King and others.

Therefore, after being routed initially, they did not hide their names or flee far from Qing Prefecture, but instead cautiously guarded the edge of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, waiting to receive the remaining resources after the destruction of Luoxia Valley.

Under the shroud of Lin Qing's Divine Thought, they had nowhere to hide.

Above the sky, beams of brilliant and sharp Spiritual Qi Flying Swords crossed the long sky, arriving in an instant.

Those remaining Tiger Hall Elders didn't even have time to scream before they were directly decapitated by the Flying Swords and died instantly.

After the Flying Swords slew the enemies, they carried their blood-stained heads and flew back to Lin Qing's location.

The journey back was a journey of settling accounts.

By the time the group had completely stepped out of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, more than a dozen Spiritual Qi Flying Swords were already hovering behind Lin Qing.

Each Flying Sword carried the head of a Tiger Hall Elder.