Chapter 448: The Founder’s Descendant
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the building sneered coldly.
Qin Mu paid it no mind, smiling as he said, “If the Western Lands weren’t separated by the Great Ruin, they would have been destroyed by Yankang long ago. To be honest, your techniques and divine abilities are already outdated compared to Yankang’s, and even Yankang and the Great Ruin’s spells and techniques seem a bit behind the times in my eyes. That’s why I seek change. All you big brothers and sisters from the Western Lands are standing so close to me—it’s far too dangerous. Not just those at the Six Harmonies realm, but even you few at the Seven Stars realm—you, you, and you—so close to me, in my eyes…”
He pointed at the Seven Stars realm experts present, shaking his head. “You’re nothing but walking, talking, laughing corpses. The only difference is when you’ll become actual corpses.”
In the building, killing intent filled the air. Yue Qingshan suddenly rose, sneering, “Chief Qin, you are incredibly arrogant! Lord Geke, as the host here, I’d very much like to cross blows with this Chief Qin. May I?”
Geke laughed heartily, “All of you are guests here for Fangxiu City’s Flower Mountain Festival—why must it be so tense? Everyone should find a sweetheart to enjoy a night of pleasure, wouldn’t that be wonderful? Of course, if you insist on fighting, I can’t stop you, can I?”
He was clearly eager to watch the show.
Yue Qingshan headed downstairs, sneering, “Chief Qin, come down. I want to win a prize from the True Heaven Palace.”
Qin Mu revealed a smile, pulling a two-foot-square metal sphere from his glutton sack. “No need to go down. It’s fine right here.”
He held the round metal sphere in his hand, and the building began to tremble slightly, slowly sinking into the ground. The tall structure groaned and creaked as the first floor sank into the earth, followed by the second. It only stopped sinking when it reached the third floor.
Everyone felt a chill in their hearts. Geke praised, “What a heavy sphere!”
“Everyone, please take a look.”
Qin Mu gently spun the metal sphere with his left hand, saying, “This is my sword pellet.”
Crack—
The sword pellet split open, revealing eight thousand swords as thin as silk, their tips pointing toward the sphere’s center. Forging something so intricate required not only masterful craftsmanship but also awe-inspiring precision in calculation.
These eight thousand swords reflected beams of cold light, causing the building’s walls to shimmer with flowing radiance, the light passing over everyone’s faces.
Each sword was like a perfect work of art.
Qin Mu held the sword pellet in his palm as it slowly rose and rotated, allowing everyone to see its internal structure. He said, “Everyone, techniques and divine abilities—if they don’t advance for a thousand years, or even a hundred, they fall behind the times. Your Western Lands’ techniques still rely on the methods passed down by ancestors from ten or twenty thousand years ago, awakening the spirits or gods of all things to fight for you. But your techniques are too slow to activate. Even a Heavenly Being realm expert needs time to awaken the spirit in all things. Yet divine abilities change in an instant—how can you afford that time? Let me demonstrate a sword technique for your critique. Please don’t move.”
Zhen Tian Gong Tingfang sneered, “Not moving would leave us at your mercy, wouldn’t it?”
Qin Mu smiled faintly, “If you wish to move, you’ll bear the consequences. One Sword Opens the Imperial…”
The sword pellet in his hand suddenly split apart, and in an instant, the building was filled with swords!
Eight thousand swords shifted, and everyone almost couldn’t resist standing up to defend themselves. But then, all the sword light vanished abruptly. Not only did the sword light disappear, but the building itself seemed to vanish, replaced by a vast, overwhelming sea of blood!
The second move of the sword diagram: One Sword Opens the Imperial Blood Sea.
As this move was unleashed, a desolate, mournful feeling washed over them, making them vaguely see countless gods and demons struggling and roaring in the sea of blood, then sinking as corpses beneath the sword light!
One Sword Opens the Imperial Blood Sea, mountains and rivers remain, the heart is vast; looking left and right, the homeland is gone, people still in old attire.
During this time, they heard someone slam the table and stand, someone shout angrily, the clash of divine abilities, and brief sounds of combat.
Suddenly, the sea of blood faded like fleeting time, and they vaguely saw a figure carrying a divine sword, looking back with a sorrowful expression—a sense of loneliness and vicissitude that touched their hearts.
The figure vanished, the building reappeared, and Qin Mu’s hand was still raised, palm holding the continuously spinning sword pellet.
The dishes and cups before them remained as they were, untouched and undisturbed.
Everyone broke out in cold sweat, quickly looking around in shock. They saw Yu Jinfang lying dead on the floor, Tingfang slumped in his seat with a red dot of blood on his forehead, and two others fallen dead at their tables.
Those who had slammed the table and tried to resist Qin Mu’s sword light had all died under this move, while the others, who had sat still, remained unharmed.
Yue Qingshan’s face was pale. He too had sat still, not because he hadn’t felt the terrifying sword intent of Qin Mu’s move, but because he had truly sensed it and dared not move.
Geke waved his hand, and someone immediately came forward to drag the corpses away.
At the seats, some faces were pale, others ashen.
The shock Qin Mu’s move brought was too strong. The sword technique was too fast, leaving them no time to react, forcing them to sit there—a feeling of helpless waiting for death that was indeed unpleasant.
Especially for the few Seven Stars realm experts. Though they could release their primordial spirits, which had immense combat power, the building was too cramped, and Qin Mu’s sword was too fast, leaving them no time to even form a thought before the sword light engulfed them.
The power of Qin Mu’s move was immense. Each sword was forged from the finest materials, possessing the strength to threaten their lives!
And their techniques of awakening the spirits or gods in all things were indeed much slower to activate than Qin Mu’s swords. If they fought, they would have to either create distance first or unleash their abilities before him.
But in this building, they had no chance.
Qin Mu put away the sword pellet and said apologetically, “Brother Geke, I’ve dirtied your building. Please forgive me.”
Geke quickly replied, “Chief Qin’s sword technique is unparalleled and has opened my eyes. You struck countless times without damaging a single part of my building—that’s true skill. Dare I ask, is this move a sword technique created after Yankang’s reforms?”
Qin Mu shook his head, “This move isn’t a post-reform technique. It was created four or five hundred years ago. It’s also fallen behind the times, but on the soil of the Western Lands, with this move alone, I can kill anyone at the Six Harmonies or Seven Stars realm without equal. All of you here are strong, but still inferior to Ban Gongcuo. He’s far stronger than you. He could take this move, though it would leave him severely injured.”
Everyone snorted coldly, trying to speak, but their voices came out hoarse and trembling, so they quickly coughed to cover it up.
“Lord Geke, I have no face to stay here. Farewell!” Yue Qingshan suddenly cupped his hands and turned to leave, heading downstairs.
With his departure, the others also rose to take their leave. Soon, only Qin Mu and Geke remained in the building.
Geke asked curiously, “Chief Qin, you’ve come here without any strong experts, just a dragon qilin with Heavenly Being realm combat power. The Western Lands are full of experts—aren’t you afraid of falling here?”
Qin Mu gave a knowing smile, “Brother Geke knows about the dragon qilin?”
Geke didn’t answer. Qin Mu laughed, “Many have wanted to kill me, but none have succeeded so far. My journey isn’t about challenging the world’s talents, but about traveling and observing. Brother Geke, do you know where the True Heaven Palace is?”
“The True Heaven Palace is a sacred site in the Western Lands—everyone knows it.”
Geke smiled, “If Chief Qin wants to go there, I can point the way.”
Qin Mu thanked him and laughed, “The True Heaven Palace has a bounty on me, yet Brother Geke treats me as an honored guest. Aren’t you afraid they’ll make trouble for you?”
Geke laughed heartily, shaking his head, “The True Heaven Palace is powerful, but it won’t act recklessly. Though the Western Lands have only this one sacred site, it’s not the True Heaven Palace that rules the Western Lands—it’s the Upper Firmament. The True Heaven Palace wouldn’t disturb the Upper Firmament over such a trivial matter. Someone, bring a geographical map of the Western Lands and gift it to Chief Qin!”
Qin Mu’s heart tightened.
Geke’s words revealed an important piece of information: the relationship between the True Heaven Palace and the Upper Firmament seemed somewhat delicate.
A servant came forward and presented the Western Lands’ geographical map to Qin Mu. He accepted it but couldn’t help asking, “Lord Geke, your estate seems to have a Yankang style.”
Geke smiled faintly, “Chief Qin, you should leave now. You’ve killed Tingfang of the True Heaven Palace and Yu Jinfang of the Yu family—that’s a great disaster. Those who just left in a hurry aren’t going to the Flower Mountain Festival; they’re going to report and summon reinforcements. If you don’t leave now, you won’t be able to escape.”
Qin Mu gave him a deep look and asked, “How long did the Founder stay here?”
Geke was silent for a moment, then said, “Not long. He came once a year and taught me many things. Last time he left, he said he probably wouldn’t come again. Chief Qin, has he passed on?”
Qin Mu was silent for a moment, then walked to the window and looked down at the dragon qilin. The massive creature suddenly pricked up its ears, clearly eavesdropping on their conversation upstairs.
“No.”
Qin Mu revealed a smile, saying, “The Founder has probably become a god.”
The dragon qilin downstairs drooped its ears again, lying flat on the ground with its tail spread out.
Geke came to his side and looked down, seeing Xiong Qier climbing onto the tip of the dragon qilin’s tail. The great beast then lifted its tail, and Xiong Qier slid down, making the little girl giggle endlessly.
“I saw the dragon qilin when I was a child, but he doesn’t recognize me anymore.”
Geke shook his head, “You’re carrying the True Heaven Palace’s little princess, and you still want to reach the True Heaven Palace alive? No wonder they insist on capturing you. Do you really not need my help? I became a city lord for a reason—I have skills and means! Father taught me many things!”
Qin Mu headed downstairs, shaking his head, “You have your own family and business. I won’t drag you into this. Fatty Long, Qier, let’s go.”
Geke watched them leave the estate and waved his hand. Qin Mu seemed to sense it, turning back to wave farewell.
Geke couldn’t help asking, “Will I ever see him again?”
Qin Mu called out, “After you become a god, you might see him!”
Geke smiled, watching them disappear into the distance, then his expression darkened. “Every time he mentions Father, he uses the word ‘probably.’ Father must have truly passed on…”
—Zhaizhu is on a high-speed train to Changsha, Hunan, continuing to write and struggle!