Martial Saint through Reading

After six entire inspections, Elder Mo Chen flew back to the river once more, scanning every inch of it from top to bottom with his Primordial Consciousness, from the cloud peaks down to the riverbed silt.

Chu Ming’s heart hung in his chest, watching the black and white silhouette standing in the void, not daring to make the slightest move.

Elder Mo Chen furrowed his brows, meticulously searching the river three times, yet found nothing.

Was the sensing wrong?

Or had it already escaped?

He suddenly turned around, looking forward, his gaze seemingly able to see through all illusions.

This direction directly faced Chu Ming. Especially locking with that gaze, Chu Ming’s heart shuddered sharply.

Exposed?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, thinking about how to escape.

Just as he was preparing to use all means, including Martial Artist and True Intent, to flee, that soul-shaking gaze moved away with uncertainty.

No discovery!

Chu Ming’s eyes flickered.

But at this moment.

Whoosh!

A Primordial Artifact broke through the air, screaming towards the direction where Chu Ming was.

Boom!

The air trembled, and the river surged with giant waves.

But the seemingly terrifying strike appeared to hit only air and river water.

Mo Chen pointed into the void, recalling the Primordial Artifact, and his furrowed brow relaxed, but his expression became even more serious.

He didn’t discover anything; that move was just a probe.

Then, he changed direction and launched another Primordial Artifact strike.

Southeast, northwest, up and down, leaving no spot unchecked.

At this time, Chu Ming’s spine felt a dull chill.

Such a powerful figure, indeed, wasn’t easy to fool.

The opponent first searched repeatedly with Primordial Consciousness and then attacked on purpose to intimidate.

If he had made any attempt to escape or defend before that strike, he might have exposed his whereabouts.

However, misfortune and fortune are intertwined; it was due to the opponent’s attack that he found an opportunity to escape.

Chu Ming took advantage of the surge created by the recent strike to fall into the river, drifting with the flow.

The river’s waters were very rapid, and with the help of the Book and Painting Realm, he almost merged with the river.

Moreover, after Mo Chen’s multiple probes, the frequency of attacks decreased significantly, seemingly having rid his concerns about this place.

And so, Chu Ming drifted along the river.

No one knew how long he drifted, but when the sun and moon had each taken a turn, a figure suddenly flew out of the rushing river.

”Escaped.”

Chu Ming stood on the Primordial Artifact, looking at the river above with lingering fear.

By now, he had moved far from the battleground, and the two Seventh Realm experts from the Black and White Divine Palace had not chased after him.

He found a nearby mountain peak and entered it.

After continuous battles and the constant activation of the Book and Painting Realm and Sword Gourd Spirit, he was in a terrible state.

Whether it be Primordial Consciousness, Primordial Qi, or Qi Blood, his stamina was severely depleted.

Therefore, he urgently needed to meditate and recover.

But since this place was still within the Lingwu Kingdom’s borders, Chu Ming dared not linger for too long; he simply consumed some Elixirs. Once his state recovered halfway, he again flew through the air.

Direction, westward.

According to the original plan, he was to kill Second Senior Brother Ming Si and Third Senior Sister Ming Lu, obtain the third Cyan Stone Ancient Lamp, then shift the vendetta of killing Ming Feng onto the Black Flame Sect’s head, and proceed to the Celestial Veil Kingdom.

However, the plan was only half successful; Ming Si was killed, the enmity shifted, but Third Senior Sister Ming Lu escaped.

One person escaping didn’t matter, but the main issue was that before his death, Ming Si transferred all treasures to Ming Lu, which prevented him from obtaining the third Ancient Lamp.

While hiding his traces and fleeing westward, Chu Ming pondered the reasons for the incomplete success of this plan.

”The final big bell executed by the two holds the might of the Divinity Opening Realm, and that attack destroyed most of my treasures, dragging the fight much longer.”

”I was a bit too naïve...”

Since Ming Feng didn’t possess such life-saving means bestowed by the Divinity Opening Realm, he mistakenly believed that Ming Si and Ming Lu didn’t have it either, leading to unexpected outcomes.

It was precisely that Divinity Opening Realm Primordial Technique unleashed by the big bell that shattered his trump card, the Mutated Black Flame, to the brink of extinguishment, causing the loss of his sharpest method.

Otherwise, it would have been much easier to take down the two with the Mutated Black Flame on hand.

”After all, the Black and White Divine Palace is a force of the Cangqian Middle Continent. Next time, I must be more cautious.”

”...”

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Two days later.

Within the borders of the Jingyue Kingdom.

The mountains stretched endlessly, rolling for thousands of miles.

The peaks reached into the sky, shrouded in mist and clouds.

On an inconspicuous small mountain peak.

Chu Ming slowly opened his eyes, exhaling a turbid breath.

”Finally, recovered.”

Since escaping the pursuit from the Seventh Realm Divinity Opening Realm, he had flown from the Lingwu Kingdom all the way to this Jingyue Kingdom.

There, he’d found this stretch of continuous mountains to recover his state.

This recovery took two days.

There was a reason for coming to Jingyue Kingdom.

He wanted to investigate the peculiar movement that caused a strange Blood Bead reaction when he previously passed through Jingyue Kingdom.

According to the Blood Bead’s response, a treasure similar to the Blood Bead likely existed within Jingyue Kingdom.

However, before searching for the Blood Bead, he needed to first tally the losses and gains from this encounter.

After a slight pause, he took two more Elixirs and then, with a wave of his hand, produced several treasures.

First was the peculiar large bell that destroyed most of his treasures, but at this point, it could no longer be called a large bell, not even fitting to call it a little bell.

Floating before Chu Ming was a bell artifact only the size of a thumb, black on the outside, white inside, yet completely lackluster.

It seemed this bell artifact was a disposable treasure, as it had expended its use releasing the Divinity Opening Realm Primordial Technique.

First, he probed with Primordial Consciousness, and the bell artifact flickered slightly before returning to calm.