Chapter 618
Inscription Scene
Chapter 618 Inscription Scene
Wei Heng is very famous. He is a prodigy among the younger generation of Dao City and a mountain that many disciples find difficult to surpass.
Normally, his fellow disciples were somewhat intimidated by him, and the younger disciples all held him in awe. But now, what did people see?
Wei Heng bent his knees and touched the ground with his head, kneeling down in worship towards his opponent.
Inside the Liuying Shuangxu Ruins, time seems to stand still, and the scene appears frozen in this instant.
Under the cover of night, Qin Ming and Li Qingyue stood side by side, surrounded by celestial mist, suspended in mid-air, looking down at the prodigies of Dao City, as if receiving the devout worship of believers.
At the exit of the ruins, many people were completely lost in thought, like clay or wooden sculptures.
"Senior Brother!" On the Dao City side, a group of young experts shouted at the same time, unable to accept what they were seeing.
"Senior Brother Wei, what's wrong with you?" A female disciple asked, her voice trembling with tears, unable to believe that her revered and powerful senior brother would kneel down in public.
What a humiliating scene this is for a grandmaster.
The tranquility was shattered, and many people were jolted awake from their reverie.
Li Qingyue's twelve followers were all incredulous, and then their scalps tingled. The gentle and refined man, after unleashing his power, seemed like a completely different person.
Earlier, they had been secretly thinking that he was a good-for-nothing gigolo, and that poor Fairy Li Qingyue had made a mistake in meeting him when she was young, which ruined her life ever since.
At this moment, the group of twelve felt as if their scalps were being electrocuted, and their whole bodies went numb.
The exit of the ruins was like a bomb going off.
Many people stared at the man and woman standing side by side in the night sky, feeling it was unreal, and their hearts were shaken. The mysterious person who had been the subject of much discussion was actually the man next to Li Qingyue.
"how is this possible?"
"Am I dreaming? How can he be so powerful?"
Some people muttered to themselves, their preconceived notions clashing violently with the truth before them, leaving them somewhat dazed and bewildered, finding it utterly unbelievable.
"Isn't he just an ordinary guy, except for his face?"
"In the blink of an eye, he became a top-notch young master."
Whether they accept it or not, the reality is there, and many people have been severely impacted.
In an instant, the area outside the ruins erupted in excitement.
The initial doubts and ridicule vanished as Qin Ming forcefully displayed his abilities. When everyone looked at him again, their expressions were filled with solemnity, shock, and awe.
With his performance, who would dare to be the slightest bit disrespectful?
"I knew it! How could someone with such an outstanding face be ordinary inside? Could this be a powerful saint from afar?"
"Fairy Li Qingyue is indeed discerning. I knew she was no shallow person!"
Many people took back everything they had said before, and looking at the glowing figure in the night sky, they felt that he was destined to be so extraordinary.
A more enthusiastic and unrestrained woman spoke up: "I told you before, such a divine face pierces my heart, how could she be an ordinary person?"
"Besides being handsome, he... is also a very good fighter!"
"Li Qingyue has good taste; she met the right person when she was young!"
Many people change their tune and completely forget what they said before.
No one expected that the man who lived in the furnace palace and made a living by his looks would be so powerful.
The contrast between the before and after is so stark that it is extremely impactful.
Even some reserved women whispered, gazing at the figure in the night sky with complex expressions, a mixture of envy and jealousy.
"How much good fortune must Li Qingyue have accumulated to have such an opportunity?"
"Possessing divine beauty and such power, if it were me, my youthful memories would never fade. How could I possibly forget that?"
Of course, some people were even more furious, such as those who had been severely injured by Qin Ming earlier and had not yet recovered. They stood in the crowd outside the ruins, full of malice.
"Damn it, he's so good at fighting, and so good-looking too, God, why don't you just strike him dead!"
"It's alright, he's only suppressing Wei Heng, it's nothing. With saints from the top sects personally arriving at the secret realm, how can he possibly stop them? Let's see how long he can remain so arrogant!"
This area was like a flood bursting its banks, with noise rising and falling, the clamor reaching the sky.
Within the ruins of Liuying Shuangxu, the mountains and valleys stretch endlessly, the vegetation is fresh and vibrant, teeming with life. The lakes are as clear as crystal, with mist and haze rising from them, exuding a rich spiritual atmosphere.
How could Lu Xunzhen possibly watch his senior brother be humiliated? Wei Heng's public kowtow to his opponent was tantamount to stripping Lu Xunzhen of his saintly dignity.
He immediately used a magical method to intervene, his tongue uttering a thunderous sound in an attempt to quickly awaken Wei Heng.
His followers, including his senior sister, were all helping him and could not tolerate what they were seeing continuing.
"Hmm?" Lu Xunzhen frowned, but his senior brother did not react.
At this moment, he moved directly, his white robes exuding elegance. Every step he took in the night sky shook the heavens, causing the Fuxin Bell to ring out.
During this process, other saints secretly offered their assistance.
After all, under the same rule of the Tushita Palace, it would be a disgrace for them to have a prodigy kneel before a visitor from another region.
Qin Ming did not stop him, nor did he further strengthen the runes on the bell.
What's the point of making a lost man kneel there for so long? At this moment, Wei Heng is unaware, passively bowing his head. It will be a while before he becomes aware of everything.
When Wei Heng woke up, he clearly sensed what had happened. His body shook violently, and he suddenly looked up, his hair standing on end in anger, staring fiercely at the young couple in the night sky.
Li Qingyue winked playfully and said, "My lady, please rise quickly."
At this moment, Wei Heng broke free from the pressure and suddenly leaped up, as if obeying orders.
In fact, Qin Ming cooperated well and stopped the heart-pounding bell at the right time.
Seeing this scene from afar, although everyone understood what was going on, some people still deliberately mocked, "Fairy Li Qingyue is kind-hearted; she has pardoned Wei Heng."
Wei Heng has always been domineering, and even his fellow disciples are afraid of him, let alone outsiders. Naturally, he has offended many people, so it is normal for someone to be secretly mocking him now.
"Fairy Li has a broad mind and extraordinary demeanor, quite like the Moon Goddess."
After experiencing the humiliation of kneeling, Wei Heng was on the verge of a mental breakdown. This would be a stain on his life, so he was naturally furious.
"You lowly servant!" He tried to shout those two words, but as soon as he opened his mouth, before he could even utter a sound, blood began to spurt from his mouth and nose.
Qin Ming stood here firmly; how could he possibly tolerate such disrespectful remarks?
If this person uttered even half a vulgar word, it would make him, as the Great Sage, appear incompetent.
With a loud "boom," Qin Ming unfurled his sleeves, unleashing a torrent of gale-force winds and thunderous runes, like crashing waves, with rolling winds and thunder, and Dao patterns filling the sky, striking Wei Heng.
At the same time, his calm yet authoritative voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, saying, "You dare to bark like a dog before me?"
Wei Heng was covered in cracks, coughing up large amounts of blood. His pupils contracted violently. A hurricane was raging in his heart, and his soul was trembling slightly.
He soared into the sky with great force, only to be struck by a sweeping motion from the opponent's sleeve, crashing to the ground like a kite with a broken string, blood gushing from his seven orifices.
Earlier, he thought that he had been tricked and bewitched by the other party, and had suffered an extremely humiliating scene due to his carelessness.
Now, he clearly felt the gap between them, which was insurmountable, as if there was a huge chasm between them.
He was no match for him at all; their strengths were simply not on the same level.
Wei Heng crashed to the ground, shattering the surrounding forest and creating a huge crater. Black cracks on the ground extended for a mile or two.
Many people were deeply shaken and began to reassess the strength of the man in the night sky.
Wei Heng was hailed as a near-saint, yet he suffered such a crushing defeat.
Qin Ming hung high in the night sky, bathed in divine light. There seemed to be surging tides here, and a huge golden hand materialized out of thin air in front of him.
He reached out his right hand, and with a loud bang, his golden hand moved in sync with the earth, sending dirt and rocks flying and the ground cracking open, pulling Wei Heng, who had crashed into the ground, out of the ground.
How could Lu Xunzhen possibly stand idly by? He had already made his move, unleashing Samadhi True Fire with a flick of his finger, which burned half the sky red. Moreover, he spat out lightning, tearing through the night, and flew out like a silver dragon, shattering the top of a towering mountain.
Qin Ming turned his head, raised his hand and pointed, and the Fuxin Bell reappeared, this time on a much larger scale, with a loud boom, as if it were about to fill the entire night sky.
With a clang, the giant bell, inscribed with the true meaning of scriptures, trapped Lu Xunzhen, the Samadhi True Fire that filled the sky, and the huge dragon-shaped lightning bolt within it.
This scene caused everyone to gasp in astonishment. The man with the divine appearance was indeed a saint-level figure. His calm and composed aura, as well as his confident demeanor, were both captivating and awe-inspiring.
"Does he intend to use this bell to directly suppress Lu Xunzhen?" Some people were filled with emotion and found it difficult to calm down.
Qin Ming scooped up Wei Heng and squeezed him hard with his large hand, instantly contorting Wei Heng's face, splattering blood, and the clear sound of bones breaking echoing through the night sky.
"Are you awake now? How dare you speak so disrespectfully to Qingyue? Who gave you the audacity to spew such vulgarities here?"
Qin Ming exerted force again, shattering Wei Heng's internal organs and crushing him into a lump of mud.
"This time, you will bow down to me with a clear head!" He was like a clay figure being molded, kneading this once-praised quasi-saint and pressing him into the night sky.
Wei Heng felt like his whole body was on fire. The second act of the great humiliation had arrived, and he experienced it all again. This time, however, he was fully conscious and not confused at all.
In the void, subtle ripples expanded, and Lu Xunzhen's senior sister silently attacked. She didn't dare to attack Qin Ming, knowing she was no match for him.
Her target was Li Qingyue; she wanted to capture her first.
“Li Qing…” Her expression was icy. Today, her senior brother’s reputation was severely damaged, which made them, his junior brothers and sisters, feel humiliated as well.
"Where do you get the confidence to launch a sneak attack in front of me?" Qin Ming didn't even turn around. He waved his left hand to the side and behind him, and a giant handprint of heavenly light appeared.
With a bang, Lu Xunzhen's senior sister flipped over in the night sky, her whole body bursting open, crackling and popping inside her like popping beans.
Her tendons and bones were broken, and her mental field was also eroded by that terrifying chaotic energy, torn apart and reassembled, extinguished and lit up again.
If it were any other expert, they would be crippled, if not killed.
The grandmasters of Dao City are indeed extraordinary; their flesh and blood can be reshaped, and their consciousness is difficult to extinguish completely.
Of course, the main reason was that Qin Ming didn't want to break the rules and strictly controlled his power.
Even so, Lu Xunzhen's senior sister was nearly crippled and suffered a terrible injury.
In truth, her psychological trauma was far more severe. She usually held herself in high esteem, and in Dao City, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call her a favored daughter of heaven. But now, she was fighting with all her might, only to be slapped hard across the face, nearly bursting apart.
This kind of harm could become a psychological shadow that lasts for many years for her.
Is there anything more serious than this? Then naturally, a second slap will follow.
Qin Ming slapped her again and said, "Do you even deserve to have a gloomy, deadpan face, call Qingyue's name, and try to kill her?"
With a bang, the golden palm landed, and Lu Xunzhen's senior sister was almost torn to pieces. At the critical moment, Qin Ming helped her stick it back together.
With a thud, she fell to the ground and could not get up again.
Not far away, Ye Lingchuan, his body charred black, felt his hair stand on end. Originally, seeing the saint Lu Xunzhen personally enter the fray, he had wanted to drag his injured body to his feet to express his loyalty. But now, seeing Lu Xunzhen himself trapped by the great bell, and his senior brothers and sisters in such a miserable state, he decisively lay down on the ground and remained motionless.
"Are you convinced?" Qin Ming pressed Wei Heng.
At this moment, whether he was convinced or not was no longer important; everyone witnessed Wei Heng kneeling for the second time.
The reason Qin Ming dealt with him so severely and punished him was mainly because he used foul language and actually wanted to call Qingyue a "lowly servant," which touched a nerve.
"Ah..." Wei Heng's consciousness was burned by the Fourfold True Fire, and he was terrified on the spot. This might damage the origin of his consciousness and consume some of his potential.
He quickly said, "I was wrong just now; I shouldn't have spoken so carelessly."
So-called dignity and fortitude are sometimes not as indestructible as imagined in the face of absolute strength and domineering methods.
Everyone knows that Wei Heng has completely failed today.
Qin Ming didn't care about him at all. He slapped him away like a rag doll, sending him flying and crashing into a distant mountain peak, causing a cloud of dust to billow up.
Wei Heng was covered in blood, almost turned into a pool of bloody mud, lying on the pile of rocks, unable to move.
clang!
The Fuxin Bell rang out, its massive body vibrating incessantly.
"There's some trick to it," Qin Ming nodded and said.
Lu Xunzhen did not lose his way and actually persevered, thus not diminishing his reputation as a top-tier saint.
However, Qin Ming noticed that this should be related to the sun-like divine wheel behind his head, ensuring that the light of his mind is not tainted by dust and that his consciousness is clear.
Moreover, at this moment, Lu Xunzhen used a wonderful technique to break free through the bell wall.
Above the back of his head, a divine wheel shone brightly, showering down holy light that enveloped him and even distorted the void.
Lu Xunzhen looked quite solemn. His opponent, distracted, had almost managed to trap him, putting him under immense psychological pressure.
Qin Ming became interested and stared at the divine wheel above the back of his head, saying, "A treasure mirror?"
“That is… the Mirror of Breaking the Law.”
In the distance, someone recognized the Divine Wheel as the most famous weapon in Dao City.
Of course, this is definitely a replica; weapons of the highest rank cannot be brought in, otherwise it would be against the rules.
"This is no ordinary imitation. It is made of exotic gold and is crafted exactly like the original. It has extremely high growth potential. Is this a rare treasure specially bestowed upon top saints?"
Some who noticed the clues were deeply moved and filled with envy.
"Wrong, this is a treasure that Lu Xunzhen borrowed temporarily. This item does not currently belong to him," someone revealed the truth.
At the same time, people knew that Lu Xunzhen was serious this time, even carrying such a rare treasure, which showed how cautious he was.
In fact, even grandmasters would be filled with fervor upon seeing this mirror.
Qin Ming, who also discerned the mirror's true nature, naturally took it to heart.
He opened his right hand, and countless pure Yang sword lights flew out, engulfing what lay ahead.
Lu Xunzhen was fearless. The divine wheel rippled with countless strands of soft light, freezing the sword light that filled the sky, and then dissolving it completely.
Immediately, his followers breathed a sigh of relief, their tense nerves relaxing slightly.
At the same time, Lu Xunzhen began to fight back. He raised his right hand, and a banana leaf fan materialized. He gently fanned Qin Ming, and a strong wind immediately arose.
Between heaven and earth, a pitch-black hurricane seemed capable of tearing through the void and scattering people's spirit and energy.
This method is truly extraordinary, like the emergence of the wind disaster among the three calamities.
"That's interesting. It doesn't disgrace the title of saint," Qin Ming commented.
Undeterred, he took Li Qingyue's hand and strolled through the storm, charging straight forward, his hand raised in front of him, cleaving through the black storm.
Everyone was shocked. He was calmly and composedly shaking the great power of the Dao City lineage with his bare hands, and he even had Li Qingyue by his side. He was so powerful and unfathomable.
The so-called wind disaster is extremely fierce; even grandmasters must avoid its sharp edge, or they will die.
However, Qin Ming, carrying Li Qingyue, was completely unaffected. He stood with one palm in front of him, and as if bathed in a spring breeze, he rapidly approached the source of the wind.
With a bang, Qin Ming pressed forward with one hand, as if the night sky had been torn apart, the storm was shattered with a crash, and even the clouds broke apart.
Lu Xunzhen staggered backward, feeling incredulous. Could his opponent's seemingly casual and effortless strike be so terrifying?
Qin Ming flicked his finger, and a spear formed from thunder seal flew forward, shattering the night fog. Thunder roared deafeningly, and the intense light from the spear blinded many.
Lu Xunzhen formed a hand seal and pressed forward, and a brilliant light shone forth. He changed his hand gestures in succession, accompanied by various wondrous sights, such as lotus flowers blooming, a white tiger roaring to the sky, a true dragon coiling, and the celestial palace descending to earth.
Those were all wondrous sights of Dharma Seals. He unleashed them one after another, but the Thunder Spear pierced through everything, even penetrating all six of his Dharma Seals.
Lu Xunzhen's expression changed drastically. Dao patterns intertwined with his body, and divine light soared into the sky. He did his best to form three more Dharma seals, accompanied by the emergence of a huge Dharma image.
He was like a god, tall and majestic, showering down endless rain of light, standing in the sky, striking at his opponent.
In an instant, a storm surged, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the void twisted, and the sky seemed about to shatter.
However, Lu Xunzhen's methods were only enough to barely block the thunder spear manifested by the Primordial Myriad Thunder Seal.
With a loud bang, his Dharma form and the nine Dharma seals all collapsed. He stomped through the night sky and was pushed back a great distance.
At this moment, his face turned pale, and a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
"What?!" Everyone was shocked. In the direct confrontation, the top saint Lu Xunzhen had already been injured.
"Did you use the memory crystal to record the battle just now?"
"Clearly visible, all recorded."
……
Under the cover of night, Lu Xunzhen, dressed in white, was elegant and refined. He was outstanding in both appearance and temperament, and his strength was naturally extremely powerful.
However, he paled in comparison to his unpredictable opponent.
He couldn't calm down. This mysterious opponent, who had dragged Li Qingyue into the game, had managed to push him to this point. Just how powerful was he?
Many people are speculating about the origins of the handsome man.
His performance was even more terrifying than the Dragon Crossing the River.
Judging from his powerful aura and transcendent charm, he is truly unfathomable.
Lu Xunzhen let out a soft shout, and the divine wheel behind his head shone brightly. Then he strode towards his opponent and took the initiative to press forward. At this moment, he fully activated the Law-Breaking Mirror.
The rare treasure was also part of his strength. Since he could borrow it from his sect, there was nothing to be ashamed of. He could simply use it to defeat his opponent.
Li Qingyue naturally knew the power of the Daocheng Broken Mirror, which was renowned under the rule of the Doushuai Palace, and immediately whispered a reminder to Qin Ming.
Qin Ming turned his head to look at her fair face and smiled, "Don't worry, do you like it? I'll pick it and give it to you as a dressing mirror."
Whether it was the saints nearby or the numerous monks outside the ruins, they all heard his words, and their expressions varied.
"What arrogance! What a madman!"
"Arrogant and domineering, all for the sake of winning a smile from a beautiful woman?"
Those who favored Daocheng were naturally resentful, feeling that this person was far too arrogant.
However, some women looked on with envy and said, "If there were someone like that who would do such a thing for me, what more could I ask for in this life?"
In the arena, Qin Ming, with Li Qingyue by his side, calmly faced off against the top saint.
Lu Xunzhen was furious. The other party was walking side by side with the woman he had his eye on, making a forceful entrance. To him, this was a blatant act of disrespect.
With a boom, he activated the Law-Breaking Mirror, its divine wheel shining brightly, emitting dazzling light. It was endless Dao patterns intertwining, about to cover his opponent.
Qin Mingyi was not afraid. He raised one fist and smashed it directly.
With a bang, the so-called magic-breaking mirror, whose beam of light could break all kinds of spells, was actually smashed by the opponent's bare fist. Divine light scattered in the void, and the Dao patterns were extinguished.
Qin Ming followed up, pressing forward with another punch, as if a dazzling sun was rising. The light of the punch and the suffocating aura suppressed the surrounding area into silence.
Lu Xunzhen used the Magic-Breaking Mirror to shine out several beams of light, which barely managed to block the punch.
"You're not bad," Qin Ming commented.
However, to Lu Xunzhen, this sounded like a mockery and an insult. At this moment, blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth, as he had been injured by the fist mark.
"Brother Lu, we're here to help you."
The two saints stepped forward and launched a simultaneous attack, joining forces to defeat their domineering and arrogant opponent.
"A memorable scene might be about to unfold. Use more memory crystals and don't miss a single detail!" some people whispered, extremely nervous.
Among them were twelve of Li Qingyue's followers. They were busy and nervous, as if they had missed the opportunity to get close to a peerless young master. Could they still make up for it now?
The three saints joined forces and attacked the young man and woman standing side by side in the arena.
Qin Ming smiled faintly as the Hunyuan Golden Bridge appeared beneath his feet, carrying him and Li Qingyue across the vast night sky. The bridge was dazzling and moved at an incredible speed.
At this moment, it didn't feel like three top experts were attacking him together; rather, it felt like he was on his home turf, calmly bombarding each opponent.
With a "poof," a saint coughed up a mouthful of blood, his face turned deathly pale, and the divine light emanating from his body dimmed.
At this moment, Lu Xunzhen let out a low roar, and the Hunyuan Golden Bridge arrived in front of him. Qin Ming shattered his six dazzling mirror lights, causing him to cough up blood continuously and stagger backward.
Furthermore, Qin Ming reached out his large hand and, with a loud bang, grabbed the divine wheel above his head, forcibly removing the magic-breaking mirror.
The other two saints unleashed their full power, joining forces to attack Qin Ming once again.
At this moment, Lu Xunzhen's followers were also releasing flying swords and secret treasures from across the void to intervene and block Qin Ming.
As for the main character, Lu Xunzhen, his immortal light surged and his Daoist aura boiled. He did not want to lose the Breaking Law Mirror, so he fought with all his might.
With a loud boom, Qin Ming's Chaos Force erupted, its divine light shining in all directions, sweeping across all sides. The three saints all coughed up blood from their mouths and noses and were sent flying backward.
With a bang, Qin Ming snatched the Magic-Breaking Mirror away.
At the same time, Lu Xunzhen's followers were all struck by the sunlight, their bones broke and tendons snapped, they crashed through the forest and lay scattered on the ground.
"Even autumn insects dare to shake the frost of heaven?" Qin Ming scanned the surroundings.
He stood on the Hunyuan Golden Bridge, his robes fluttering, ethereal and otherworldly. With a flick of his hand, he suppressed the Broken Law Mirror, refining it on the spot. He then smiled and handed it to Li Qingyue beside him, saying, "I'm just watching you apply makeup in front of the mirror."
(End of this chapter)