Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Chapter 377: Chapter 200 Private Territory

Lan Yiyi was taken aback. ”This... I don’t know either. It’s absolutely secret; even those clan elders might not know.”

Ning Qi frowned and said: ”Then is this secret technique something the Gu God always had?”

Lan Yiyi’s eyes lit up, and she quickly said: ”Probably not! Before me, there was no Saintess in the Southern Border, which might mean the Gu God hadn’t obtained this secret technique before.”

Qin Yun also noticed the anomaly: ”So, the Gu God acquired this secret technique only in the recent decades!”

Ning Qi nodded slowly.

He asked this question because he had this consideration.

If the Gu God had this secret technique earlier, he would have long started cultivating a direct daughter as a tool, not start now. ”Then... is it possible that someone deliberately sent this secret technique to the Gu God? If so, what is their purpose?”

It’s not surprising Ning Qi thought this way.

It’s just that the secret technique and the compatibility with the Blood Emperor Gu and Gold-devouring Gu are too high. If it’s said that the Gu God accidentally obtained a secret technique that just happened to help him achieve the true Martial Saint in this era of great changes, he absolutely wouldn’t believe it.

It’s too coincidental.

Coincidentally as if it was arranged.

At this thought.

He became vigilant in his heart.

If that’s the case, wouldn’t he have unintentionally disrupted someone else’s plan? ”I just hope I’m overthinking it,” Ning Qi thought to himself.

Those who can make such plans are likely the most top-tier old monsters, comparable with the likes of Heaven-Slaying Martial Saint and Great Yan Martial Saint. Even Taoist Baishan and the others wouldn’t qualify, because even they can only wait for Spiritual Awakening to restore their cultivation.

Lan Yiyi and Qin Yun looked at Ning Qi and felt a chill in their hearts.

Ning Qi exhaled lightly. ”Forget it, thinking too much is useless, let’s leave early.”

Speaking of which.

He waved his hand, and the jade runes that were originally hidden in various places in the void started emitting light and returned in reverse. Although Ning Qi didn’t give the Gu God a chance to escape this time, the existence of the White Mist Maze still provided some deterrence.

At this moment, the power of White Mist dissipated.

Ning Qi operated various Martial Path Intent Realms, manipulating the power of Heaven and Earth to crush the Southern Border ancestral land, which was already a ruin, a few more times.

The purpose was simple.

Just to eliminate the traces of the previous battle as much as possible.

After completing all this, he sighed slightly in relief, and the three of them flew away into the sky.

The originally bustling Southern Border ancestral land became completely silent. ...

No one knows how long had passed.

In the ruins of the silent Southern Border ancestral land, a figure shrouded in a black robe slowly walked over.

He looked at the silent scene ahead without any fluctuations on his face. ”Is it really dead?” the black-robed man murmured.

He waved his hand; spiritual power surged, and the originally calm void suddenly boiled, with trajectories of power beginning to manifest, crisscrossing.

He observed carefully. ”Water and fire two spiritual powers, should both be used via the Martial Saint Secret Treasure; besides, there are also various Martial Path wills, Sword Dao, Blade Path, Wind Intent Realm, Thunder Intent Realm... Seems a lot of people came.” ”Is it that they discovered something? Or is this worthless thing just plain unlucky?”

The black-robed man speculated in his heart.

In the end.

He finally waved his hand to eliminate the power trajectories in the void, silently sighed: ”Alas, mud that can’t hold the wall. But, the person responsible for today’s event still needs to be checked. If deliberately opposing me...”

He coldly hummed inwardly, his gaze gradually becoming icy.

After a moment.

The black-robed man also vanished into thin air, and the Southern Border ancestral land returned to complete silence once again. ...

True Martial Mountain.

The return of Ning Qi and the others stirred quite a wave.

After all, when he left, he had already made sure Yuan Tiancheng informed Luo Wentian, lest he remained unaware of Ning Qi’s departure. ”Miss Lan, it’s been a long time,” Luo Wentian said upon seeing Lan Yiyi return with them, knowing the matter was resolved perfectly. He smiled, particularly as he saw Qin Yun still maintained his original handsome appearance, his smile grew even brighter.

Ye Qinghe circled Qin Yun exaggeratedly several times, clicking in surprise: ”Who is this handsome fellow, turns out it’s Ba. It seems we aren’t impressive enough and need others to make the effort to catch someone’s attention.”

She winked.

Everyone laughed.

Qin Yun scratched his head awkwardly.

To be honest, he initially wanted to maintain the appearance of his life force exhausted to keep himself vigilant, but thinking about meeting Lan Yiyi this time, he instinctively didn’t want to show her that old appearance.

Lan Yiyi looked a bit shy.

Ning Qi smiled and stepped in to mediate: ”Third Senior Sister, don’t tease Eighth Senior Brother. Here’s some good news—starting today, Miss Lan will officially join our True Martial Sect!”

This is something Lan Yiyi had already decided on the way here.

The crowd burst into cheers. ”Welcome, welcome!”

In the crowd.

Lin Ruhua, holding a baby, and Jiang Baishan exchanged smiles. Not long ago, Lin Ruhua successfully gave birth to a son named Jiang Ming. Seeing Lan Yiyi and Qin Yun like this, they couldn’t help but think of themselves before.

Lan Yiyi looked at the genuinely smiling faces, somewhat dazed, but a warm current flowed through her heart.

From now on, she has completely no relations with the Southern Border. Originally she felt somewhat empty, but now she gradually feels a sense of belonging. She already observed the concern these same disciples of Qin Yun had for him when she came to True Martial Mountain to treat Qin Yun, and now she senses it even more clearly.

Lan Yiyi’s lips curled up into a faint smile.