Chapter 251: Chapter 251: Qi Rhythm White Light, Purifying Power
Evil Technique?
Could it be that the obscure object within the opponent’s body?
Upon close inspection earlier, Chu Ming discovered that the source of the corrosive power of the Hat Crown seemed to be this obscure object within its body.
No wonder this person was locked up here and not killed; it seems the Blood Evil Sect did not want to destroy the Wolf Map Clan Treasure.
Clan Treasure...
Chu Ming thought of the Wind Spirit Race and the Kuirong Zhi of the Nine Hordes Kingdom.
The Wind Spirit Race seems to also have a clan treasure, capable of nurturing the Azure Ancient Juice, the Wind Spirit Azure Ancient Tree.
Could that Bronze Fragment be a fragment of the Rong Treasure of Kuirong Zhi?
Does the tribe have a Clan Treasure?
Does the nation have a National Treasure?
"The Evil Technique, are you referring to that piece of black substance within your body?" Chu Ming asked sternly.
Hmm?
Wolf Map looked up again, eyes filled with shock.
"...So what if you know..."
His face suddenly became hideous, the crown on his head separating from the flesh, black blood flowing down, making the already otherworldly face even more horrifying.
Then, the crown, detached from the flesh, flew to the front of Chu Ming.
"Isn’t this what you wanted? Go take it!"
The frightful smile enveloped Wolf Map’s entire face.
"You, seek release."
Chu Ming looked at Wolf Map and spoke coldly once again.
The [Sword Gourd Spirit] sensed that as Wolf Map separated from the crown, he used his last bit of life force to lead the poison into his organs and meridians.
"...Release... haha... I’ve awaited this moment for long, thanks to you for awakening me..."
"As a reward... the crown is yours... but do you dare to touch it?"
The crown is tainted with that terrifying corrosive power, and ordinary people indeed would not dare to touch it; to touch it is to die.
But...
Chu Ming’s heart stirred slightly, and the Qi Rhythm White Light blossomed.
Light dispelled the filth, and the remnant Evil Technique on the Wolf Map Crown faded away.
"How... is it possible... cough cough..."
Wolf Map spat out black blood, looking at the crown with a mix of astonishment, rage, and infatuation.
He was angry because the Evil Technique was dispelled.
Infatuation, however, is easier to understand.
However.
The poison took effect, and Wolf Map’s aura quickly weakened.
In just a few breaths, he completely lost vitality in confusion and unwillingness.
The obscure object within his body also turned into black water and flowed out within a few breaths.
Chu Ming calmly looked at Wolf Map’s corpse.
After a moment, his furrowed brow relaxed, and his gaze fell on the Hat Crown.
After being peeled off from Wolf Map’s head and purified by the Qi Rhythm White Light, this Wolf Map Clan Crown revealed its original form.
Though calling it its original form might not be accurate because it was so badly decayed, he could only infer and supplement the original shape of the crown based on the existing framework.
Describing it with rust, fragments, and scrap metal would not be an exaggeration.
Except for the faint feeling of Qi Blood induction.
This allure should relate to the fact that the cultivation technique he practiced had integrated Wolf Map Clan Technique.
After checking several times, Ming abandoned the thought of Qi Blood sensing.
This item is the Wolf Map Clan Treasure; there must be something extraordinary, but after such prolonged erosion by the Evil Technique, it is already on the brink of destruction.
At this moment, using Qi Blood to activate the crown is akin to accelerating its destruction.
"Let’s put it away for now."
Golden radiance blossomed, snatching away the Wolf Map Crown.
Exiting the blood prison, Chu Ming returned to the bunker.
The [Sword Gourd Spirit] covered the area, sifting through valuables and then storing them all into the Golden Fragments.
After securing the bunker treasures, Chu Ming returned to the halls above.
With a little searching, he found several books, one of which was a Wolf Map Clan Technique that could be cultivated to the Lower Meridian Unlocking Realm.
Then, he left the halls, heading northwest.
Northwest, under the tree prison where the Wind Spirit Race was held, there was also mystery.
...
Tree Prison.
"Elder, there seems to be space beneath the Tree Prison!"
Feeng Zhi and Feeng Yi had already killed off those poisoned of the Blood Evil Sect and the Wolf Race, and after searching around, they returned to the Tree Prison.
Both of them vaguely felt that the Wind Spirit Clan Tree was still in the Tree Prison.
Feeng Zhi put his ear to the ground and gently tapped.
Hollow echoes.
There is space beneath the Tree Prison!
"Find the entrance!"
"Yes."
The two began to frantically search the ruins.
As they were searching, a figure floated down from above.
"Senior."
Feeng Zhi and Feeng Yi hurriedly bowed with respect.
Chu Ming nodded slightly, his gaze falling on a broken pillar on his left.
"The entrance is beneath the pillar."
Feeng Zhi and Feeng Yi were momentarily stunned.
Then.
"Break it open."
Feeng Yi charged up and struck with force.
Bang——
The pillar shattered, revealing a pitch-black entrance below, and the stench of blood rushed out.
Feeng Zhi and Feeng Yi rejoiced greatly.
But then, they knitted their brows tightly again.
They couldn’t find the entrance after searching for so long; how did the Senior know its location?
If there really is the clan tree below, will Senior not seize it?
With Senior’s strength, they...
"Go on in," Chu Ming said indifferently.
Their thoughts were nearly written all over their faces.
Below, he did probe a sapling resembling the Wind Spirit Clan Tree, but... he was uncertain whether that sapling was alive or dead.
Feeng Zhi, worthy of being the Wind Spirit Clan Elder, quickly calmed down, first bowing respectfully to Chu Ming, then led Feeng Yi into the entrance.
Chu Ming followed down.
As soon as they entered, an even stronger stench of blood assaulted the senses.
He was prepared for this, but he didn’t know if the two of the Wind Spirit Race were.
Because the growing environment of that sapling was rather harsh.
The darkness was endless, yet Feeng Zhi and Feeng Yi quickened their pace.
As they delved deeper, the two felt an increasingly strong connection to the clan tree.
Before long, the two suddenly halted.
The expressions on Feeng Zhi and Feeng Yi’s faces changed from urgency to anger.
Ahead, it was no longer dark.
Under the scarlet light, there was a dried blood pool, and in the center of the blood pool grew a sapling.
From the black trunk to the bare black branches.
The two did not see the Clan Tree they longed for, only a sinister sapling.
"Wolf Map Clan!!"
Feeng Yi roared angrily at the sky.
Feeng Zhi clenched his fists tightly, as if he wouldn’t stop until he crushed his own hands.
The sinister sapling before them was half of their Wind Spirit Clan Tree.
However, it was also a Clan Tree destroyed by the Blood Evil Sect, a sapling severely eroded by corrosive power.
Chu Ming watched calmly, saying nothing more, his gaze falling below the sapling.
His objective in coming here was not the Wind Spirit Clan Tree, but the black urn where the sapling was placed.
Under his sensing, the black urn was very similar to the obscure object within Lang Qian earlier.
The dissipating corrosive power was identical to the corrosive power of the black hidden weapon Lang Qian unleashed before his death.
He suspected the three might originate from the same source.
The erosion of the Wind Spirit Clan Tree was because it was planted in the black urn.
Feeng Zhi and Feeng Yi’s faces were full of anger as they quickly stepped forward, seemingly wanting to touch the Clan Tree.
The two could sense the Clan Tree was still alive, but not far from death.
"You all, best not touch it," Chu Ming advised aloud.
He had personally experienced the potency of the corrosive power on the black urn.
The Red Qilin Gloves were damaged, and he was almost ensnared; it was thanks to the Qi Rhythm White Light’s purification that he escaped danger.
Given the strength of the two from the Wind Spirit Race, encountering the corrosive energy would only lead to one outcome.
Feeng Zhi’s steps paused momentarily, he turned back and cupped his hand towards Chu Ming: "Thank you for the warning, senior, but this tree is the Wind Spirit Clan Tree; even if I die, I must retrieve the Clan Tree."
After speaking, the two continued to approach.
Without a hint of hesitation, Feeng Zhi reached out to touch it.
As his fingers touched the black sapling, the black energy swiftly coiled up Feeng Zhi’s finger like a venomous serpent along the sinister branches.
Then.
Sizzling...
His fingers began to fester, and the dark energy climbed.
"Elder!"
Feeng Yi’s face instantly changed dramatically.
"Don’t touch me!"
Feeng Zhi roared angrily, stopping Feeng Yi, as beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
The corrosive energy almost instantly devoured the finger that touched it.
But he, after briefly adjusting his breath, ignored the corrosive energy, pressed his fingers together, and forcibly lifted the Clan Tree.
Simultaneously, his other hand also supported it, with Qi Blood oozing from both palms.
As soon as Qi Blood seeped out, it was entirely absorbed by the sapling.
He wanted to nurture and revive the Clan Tree with his own Qi Blood.
"Elder!" Feeng Yi was anxious, wanting to rush forward, but was shaken off by a force.
Feeng Zhi turned his head, a painful expression mixed with majesty: "Feeng Yi, after I die, the Clan Tree... is handed over to you."
He knew he would die, yet chose to do so.
Exchanging his own life for the vitality of the Clan Tree was worth it in his eyes.
"Elder..."
Feeng Yi knelt to the ground, his eyes already blood-red.
"Sigh..."
Chu Ming watched, sighing softly.
Putting aside whether Feeng Zhi could awaken the Clan Tree with his own Qi Blood, judging by the speed of black energy’s corroding, this Wind Spirit Clan Elder would definitely be corroded to death by the black energy before exhausting his Qi Blood.
He stepped forward, coming before Feeng Zhi.
"Se... senior..."
Feeng Zhi struggled to look up.
The black energy clouding his eyes, his consciousness was nearing blur, his soul seemingly plunging into a dark abyss.
Yet in this instant, above the abyss, there seemed to be a radiant sun, white light piercing into the depths, enveloping his soul warmly like the midday winter sun.
The black energy receded, decay halted.
It felt like... spring came upon a dead wood, the decaying body blossomed with vitality.
Feeng Zhi lifted his head in confusion, looking towards the sky.
Why would there be a radiant sun in the abyss?
Radiant Sun... reverence...
This scene seemed familiar...
"Elder?"
A hurried call from the outside.
Hmm?
Suddenly, Feeng Zhi’s heart spirit gathered, his eyes slowly opened.
"Se... senior...?"
He saw again that white brilliance like that of a saint, but it quickly disappeared.
An illusion?
"Elder, are you alright?"
"I’m... I’m fine..."
Feeng Zhi ultimately awakened completely, reverence unconsciously surged in his heart.
Feeng Yi felt the same.
Before them.
Chu Ming held the black urn, Qi Rhythm White Light enveloping the black sapling.
It was the same clash of white and black, leading to the same outcome.
White light blossomed, black receded, the Wind Spirit Clan Tree revealing its true appearance, and the black urn turned to a tawny color.
Beneath his feet lay a pool of black liquid that lost its corrosive energy.
The black corrosive energy was purged.
Just as Chu Ming cleansed the corrosive energy, in the Great Qin Dynasty, within the Qin Capital, under a certain palace.
"Hmm?" The Second Prince of the Great Qin Dynasty suddenly froze his hand holding a chess piece, his brows instantly furrowing.
The Dark Abyss Black Water... has been purified?
How can the Dark Abyss Black Water be purified?!
"Second Brother, what’s wrong?" asked the Third Prince of the Great Qin Dynasty.
"Nothing," the Second Prince placed his chess piece, "Third Brother, you lost."
"Second Brother is indeed skilled, let’s play another round."
"...No, I’m a bit tired today, let’s continue another day."
"Alright, then Second Brother, rest well."
After the Third Prince left, the Second Prince hurriedly took something out from his bosom.
It was a bead, pure white and flawless.
But the moment the Second Prince saw the bead, his face instantly turned sullen.
Because, before playing chess, this bead was dark like an abyss.
He put away the bead, rushed urgently.
After a moment.
The Second Prince, with a grave expression, entered a dark secret chamber.
In the secret chamber, sat a person wearing a black-gold robe.
This person sat cross-legged, eyes closed, like a black-gold statue.
"Master."
