Night Without End

Chapter 1413 - 591: Resurgence of the Chairman (3)

On his right hand, layers of black vortices appeared, directly attacking the Chairman’s Consciousness Spiritual Light, targeting its weakest spiritual roots.

The Chairman’s combat instinct was frighteningly strong, resonating with ten thousand acupoints, capable of slaying a Grandmaster. However, her innate conditions were right there, and her spiritual fire was still weak, effectively targeted at this moment.

With a swish, the newly born light of consciousness was stripped from her body, like a bright flower, floating at Qin Ming’s fingertips, blooming piece by piece, unable to escape those five fingers.

This wisp of spiritual flower was small, but already in a Pure Yang state, of extraordinary quality, as if it had undergone the baptism of thunder and Heavenly Fire, quite impressive.

"Disrespect my will, and I’ll grant you the suffering of a body sinking into hell," Qin Ming spoke indifferently.

Unperturbed, he deployed the broken cloth, slowly collecting the silver-haired figure into it.

The Chairman’s Pure Yang consciousness was greatly shaken. She watched helplessly as her flesh and blood body disappeared inch by inch in the void, unable to explore, not knowing where it fell.

Her heart, for the first time, rippled violently, her instincts told her she was facing an overwhelmingly mysterious phenomenon.

Only when her flawless body completely vanished did her mindset, for the first time, break down. No body? How could this be? Her instincts told her there must not be any loss.

With a clang, Qin Ming drew out the Exotic Gold Blade, a reward issued to him during the Supreme Blood Battle of the Flying Land’s Golden List.

"You want to cut me?" The Chairman’s heart was sinking.

Qin Ming said, "This blade cannot be destroyed by anything, yet it lacks an Artifact Spirit. I originally wanted you to be my right hand, but since you naturally rebel, you’ll be the Sword Spirit instead."

With a clang, he gently shook the blade and with a swipe, sealed the Chairman’s Pure Yang consciousness into the blade’s body.

"Wait a minute!" The Chairman called out.

However, Qin Ming ignored her, directly sheathing the blade.

He certainly wasn’t going to destroy this wisp of Pure Yang consciousness. The Chairman’s quick resurgence indeed made him quite apprehensive, but it was still within controllable bounds.

He was eager for the profound "Ten Thousand Acupoints Enlightenment Technique" and hoped she would recall the subsequent Chapters.

However, the Chairman was quite troublesome, so stubborn immediately after resurgence, she needed to have her temperament tempered.

Qin Ming could only lament that in the vast and boundless Yewu World, those who could earn a name during the ancient blood-stained era were indeed formidable.

"Once she truly returns, how could that be anything ordinary? She would certainly be difficult to deal with."

He reckoned that even though he coveted the Supreme Scripture, for the sake of safety, various restrictions must be imposed to keep it within a controllable range.

"As long as her realm does not surpass mine, regardless of her past status, she must bow before me," was Qin Ming’s confidence along his path of blood battles.

Next, his interest was not as high when taking stock of the spoils of war.

The War Beast most likely obtained parts of the "Ten Thousand Acupoints Enlightenment Technique," no wonder it retained its combat power despite repeated injuries during the hunt.

"His so-called Golden Body Immortal-like war body, should have been cultivated based on this scripture."

After inspecting the storage bracelets of the War Beast and Huang Zhaoting, Qin Ming felt little emotional ripple, the greatest prize was the Chairman’s body memory resurgence, containing a fairly complete true scripture, more valuable than anything else.

Three days later, he unsheathed the Exotic Gold Blade, as smooth as jade, gently flicking the blade, the clear and crisp sound resonated for a long time.

He couldn’t always seal this Pure Yang consciousness flower, without the nourishment of a body over time, it would inevitably wither, which wasn’t his wish.

"I want to talk to you," the Chairman initiated.

Qin Ming replied calmly, "Talk? You still don’t understand your situation."

The Chairman emitted a wave of Pure Yang consciousness, saying, "What you said can’t be proven true, my instincts resist."

Qin Ming stared at the Exotic Gold Blade, saying, "Then what’s there to talk about?"

The Chairman said, "My instincts indicate that everything relies on strength, with you and me in the same domain and conditions, if you can defeat me, there’s no harm in bowing."

Qin Ming maintained a calm expression, nodding, saying, "I can fulfill your desire."

The Chairman requested to first return to her body to recuperate for a while, and she also needed to adapt to the big environment of this world.

With an unperturbed demeanor, Qin Ming summoned her body from "hell," causing it to suddenly appear in the small courtyard, then released her Pure Yang consciousness from the blade, returning it to her body.

Deep into the night, the Chairman, meditating cross-legged in the courtyard, opened her eyes, reflecting a sky full of stars, with the wondrous sight of the sun and moon alternating behind her.

She stood up gracefully, her face flawless, carrying an innate confidence, her entire being surrounded by immortal fog, with glowing clouds flowing over her body as she stepped forward, as if ascending to immortality.

"I’m ready," she nodded to Qin Ming.

Qin Ming said, "Since it’s a same-level sparring, let’s head to the mountains."

In fact, he was resonating throughout, constantly exploring her condition, paying great attention.

If he were captured by a newly revived being, how could he bear it? Not to mention being suppressed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Qin Ming led the way, his sleeves fluttering.

Both were like Banished Immortals, moving with the wind, dissipating a faint light rain in the night sky, arriving outside the Black and White Mountain in a flash.

The Chairman softly parted her red lips, saying, "Are you sure you bring the Pure Yang consciousness to the same level as me?"

Qin Ming nodded, saying, "Why doubt? In the same realm against an enemy, one hand is enough."

On the Chairman’s white face, her expression paused slightly, as ripples formed in her previously still Heart Lake.

For a moment, words like madman, arrogant loser... transmitted from her body’s memory, causing her to secretly grumble.

At this moment, she really felt like hitting someone!

This was indeed an odd emotion that shouldn’t appear on her.

The Chairman quickly calmed the distractions and ripples in her heart, her instincts told her, as long as she gave her all, she could overlook all enemies in the same domain.

"Are you ready to bow to me?" Qin Ming asked.

The Chairman’s tone was calm, surrounded by immortal aura, smiling radiantly, "If you can defeat me, it’s naturally not a problem. But if you lose, will you bow to me?"

Qin Ming stood with his hands behind his back, saying, "Tracing back eight thousand years, I have never faced defeat. Dwelling in the world at peak perfection has become a regret in my heart."