Wishes Fulfilled

Beneath the night mist, within the main hall of the divine temple, the white-robed woman noticed that Qin Ming seemed pumped with adrenaline when facing her, extraordinarily excited and combative. Heavenly light force circulated within her, turning exceedingly dangerous. The world had truly turned upside down—someone was actually eager to clash with her! "Come!" She uttered only this single word. "Good!" A fervent gleam shone in Qin Ming's eyes. Facing such a "founding master" on equal footing, he wished he could spar with her for three days and three nights straight. Surging forward like a streak of light, he brought thunderfire force and wind force with him while centering upon Overlord force, his divine valor like a reappearance of the Overlord himself. The white-robed woman gritted her teeth in secret. No one had ever dared to be so thrillingly agitated when facing her! Beneath her damaged, plain white gown, her shapely, slender legs strode forward as if walking on lightning, her speed unimaginably fast. *Ch! * Right from the start, she unleashed an unfathomable strike. As her pale hand swept across, it seemed as though it would sever a sliver of the heavens. That light appeared gentle at first, but in its wake, it bore the momentum to pierce through all things! Sensing danger, Qin Ming blasted thunderfire toward her, then shifted laterally, rapidly changing positions several times in succession. Even so, a lock of his hair was still sliced off, and that peculiar beam grazed past his cheek. He suspected this might be a force technique from the *Heaven-Severing Strategy*, capable of rivaling Tathagata force and Yuqing force. Moreover, her mastery was exceedingly profound—could someone seven times reborn on the Newborn path truly unleash something like this? The white-robed woman felt a slight twinge of guilt; she had indeed stepped over the red line again. Instead of pressing on, she switched to another force technique. However, Qin Ming had turned dead serious. Worried that a "founding master" like her might genuinely have cultivated to such a consummate level, his heavenly light force boiled over. He erupted with a hundred and twenty percent of his power, treating this as a life-and-death showdown! In an instant, the vitality of his flesh and blood surged violently. Bathed as though in heavenly light from beyond the mortal world, his essence, qi, and spirit blazed like fire. He was forced into a "last stand"! One changed techniques out of guilt, while the other went all out. As one waxed and the other waned, both miscalculated; thus, in this head-on clash, the white-robed woman suffered a major loss. *Crack, snap, pop!* Throughout the divine temple, heavenly light force raged wildly. Qin Ming's fists were like blazing suns, his palms like celestial sabers, burning all bridges behind him in a posture ready to fight the founding master to the death. This time, the white-robed woman felt as though struck by lightning, her entire body trembling. Her sleeves, already scorched by thunderfire, shattered further, leaving her snowy shoulders nearly bared. She could not help grinding her teeth. Was this fellow a martial maniac? Once engaged in combat, he forgot everything else, not caring in the least whether she was the master of the divine temple. His gaze blazed fiercely, wishing he could press a palm right onto her head and suppress her. *Ch! * Qin Ming's luminous palm saber swept past, plunging into her pitch-black hair and brushing against her ear, startling her into accelerating instantly. She dodged using an enigmatic footwork, like a ghost crossing a sea of mist, vanishing with every step. Even so, a lock of her hair was sheared off. Moreover, at that final juncture, Qin Ming's fingers had closed in on her fair, delicate neck, spitting heavenly light force that came dangerously close to drawing blood. In that split second, an unusual layer of light flowed across her skin—a few traces of pure yang patterns spreading to form a defense, resonating at her pale throat in dazzling brilliance. Qin Ming's released heavenly light force was all-conquering, sweeping forward wave upon wave like crashing surges. Because he had fused many varieties of heavenly light force, they stacked relentlessly upon one another! Had the white-robed woman not crossed the red line to block it with that strange light, she would have ended up in a truly miserable state. Put to the test against pure yang patterns, the sheer caliber of Qin Ming's fused force technique was extraordinarily high, wearing that strange light down until it dimmed. Furthermore, the tips of his fingers ultimately brushed against a patch of delicate skin. Unfortunately, the layered surges of heavenly light force from his attack had already spent themselves, failing to pierce that snowy neck. Relying on her mystical footwork, the white-robed woman extricated herself from the perilous situation. Standing motionless in the distance, beams of near-tangible light shot from her beautiful eyes. She looked at the fallen strand of hair on the floor, then touched her own neck—fair, delicate, and smooth as congealed fat—where his fingers had actually jabbed. She pondered: if she truly were an aspirant walking the Newborn path whose body had mutated only seven times, she likely would not have been able to block this youth. She had always been confident and exceptionally proud, and had indeed thoroughly researched the Newborn path, believing she would have few rivals even in this realm. Yet the freak she encountered today had dealt a severe blow to her confidence. "Senior, are you all right?" Qin Ming asked with concern. At the same time, he rubbed his fists and palms. The strange light that emerged at the critical moment had been extraordinary; he wanted to test it again, since it had actually managed to block his strongest heavenly light force. The main reason was that the white-robed woman had concealed it, masking any pure yang aura, so he had not realized the truth. The white-robed woman had originally contemplated whether to end it here, finding a graceful exit and letting him pass. But she discovered that he had only grown more keyed up, looking as though he intended to defy his master and destroy the ancestors. She felt this was completely intolerable! She truly could not comprehend why this fellow was so keen on hitting her! In truth, Qin Ming felt a strong sense of crisis and held himself to the highest standards. He had always taken the immortal seeds of the outer realms and the divine seeds of the esoteric sects as his hypothetical opponents, measuring himself against them. He believed the white-robed woman in her current state was an "ancestral seed" of the Newborn path, absurdly formidable. He wanted to use this to test himself, thoroughly sizing up an opponent on his own level. Once his battle lust flared up, he craved an exhilarating, unreserved battle! Unaware of any of this, the white-robed woman only knew that the fellow had offended her, showed tremendous interest in desecrating an ancestor, and was bent on challenging authority. "As you wish!" she said, clenching her pale fists. "Senior, you aren't exceeding the bounds, are you? What supreme art did you use just now? How come I've never heard of such force techniques on the Newborn path?" Qin Ming asked. His intuition was sharp, and he harbored some suspicion after all. Her chest tightened with annoyance. She was genuinely a bit embarrassed about crossing the red line now. Ultimately, she resolved to rely on mystical arts, combat awareness, and deft force to defeat this youth. "I won't overstep. Rest assured. Come!" With that, she took the initiative to strike. Stepping forward, earthly qi steamed around her. She seemed to ride the qi, swift yet elegant! Qin Ming marveled, "This isn't the *Wuji Classic*, but it shares similarities. To actually ride earthly qi and use it like this... I think I understand how the transformations work. Wonderful!" And then, he attempted to imitate it. The white-robed woman was somewhat surprised. This fellow's comprehension was shockingly high; seeing her technique once, he drew analogies and deduced how to manifest it using another scripture. Smiling faintly, she displayed another art, evading his direct charge while continually breaking his forms with deft force. The white-robed woman grew faster and faster, circling Qin Ming in assault. Underfoot, beside earthly qi, lightning also seemed to intertwine. Yet looking closely, beneath her feet it was not thunder manifesting, but earth fire—glaring crimson, carpeting the ground and blazing furiously before glowing mist steamed upward. With a wave of her hand, fierce winds rose in midair, night mist surging tumultuously, followed by steaming moisture. In rapid succession, she displayed heavenly wind force and black water force, stemming from two extraordinary arts. Soon, Qin Ming realized what she intended. She had manifested four extraordinary arts corresponding to earth, fire, wind, and water. In an instant, the four heavenly light forces circulated, as if about to open up the void and evolve all things. Bearing immense pressure, all four heavenly light forces bloomed at once, creating a phenomenon that seemed to manifest splendid mountains and rivers. For heavenly light force to carry anomalous phenomena was rather astounding. Normally, such things would never appear in the Newborn realm, unless certain force techniques resonated so harmoniously that they briefly produced power exceeding the realm's limits. Qin Ming instantly thought to use the five extraordinary arts he mastered to evolve the five elements and confront her directly. However, among them, Heluo force had yet to reach great accomplishment. Each time, he borrowed and adapted the power of the other four elements; under such conditions, the five elements would likely fail to circulate. Still, he attempted it, forcefully driving the five elements. In an instant, a flawed halo of light shone forth, radiating five-colored haze. Within his palm, the five-colored halo appeared and blasted forward. Soon, Qin Ming's expression changed. For amidst the four heavenly light forces the white-robed woman manifested, yin and yang qi welled forth, black and white light emerging and shining continuously. With the situation dire, Qin Ming used the silk book's scriptural principles to govern all techniques across his body. In the end, gold threads and jade light surfaced on his skin, as though clad in an armor. And outside the Golden Thread Jade Clothes, twenty-seven divine rings emerged, stacked layer upon layer, forming terrifying beams of light as he swung his fist. *Dong!* Fierce winds howled across the area, lightning flashed, thunder roared, and rain even began to fall, caused by the churning surge of water mist. In the divine temple's main hall, various heavenly light forces intertwined—thunderfire, astral winds, earthly qi... rising and falling incessantly like ocean tides. The white-robed woman was in a sorry state. This time, her dress was damaged even worse, exposing her fair calves. Electric arcs crackled through her hair, and flames flickered across her face. With a cold snort, the area immediately calmed, and all heavenly light force was extinguished. "Senior!" Qin Ming regained his composure and stood quietly in place, uneasy. Had he offended the master of the divine temple this time? Looking over at her, even he felt it had been somewhat improper. The white-robed woman's shoulders were exposed, and her snowy, translucent feet stepped directly on the ground, for her shoes and socks had been shredded by his heavenly light force. "Take it!" As though a breath were stifled in her chest, she tossed a five-color bottle over. For a moment, Qin Ming wondered: was she truly the master of the divine temple? He always felt her mindset lacked age, giving him a strange impression. He hurriedly caught it and shook it slightly. The heavenly light liquid inside should be enough for his eighth Newborn rebirth. He nearly broke into a smile. Yet he reined himself in, afraid of provoking her further. With a gentle wave of her hand, the clouds and mist veiling the wall dispersed instantly. Radiant light blazed across the hall as the calligraphy—soaring like dragons, dancing like phoenixes—glowed with flowing heavenly light, illuminating the surroundings. Suppressed by the aura, Qin Ming nearly collapsed to the floor. Staggering, he held out against the pressure, his eyes fixed fervently on the scriptures, his heart brimming with excitement and immense joy. ... "Can that brother still walk out of the divine temple? I think it's doubtful." In the strange town, many people were looking on. "That is a temple of no return. Little Wu, your friend isn't coming out. My condolences." Inside the divine temple, the white-robed woman paced barefoot across the hall, tossing her black hair. She felt thoroughly vexed; to be offended like this—how could she have lost? The scriptures on the wall gleamed brightly. Qin Ming studied them under the immense pressure, gaining tremendous insights, his heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. Suddenly, he felt his view obstructed. The white-robed woman had stepped in front of the wall. The night wind blew into the temple. Tall and slender, her sleeves fluttered, and the ribbon bound around her narrow waist drifted in the breeze. "Senior, you're blocking the words," Qin Ming said in a low voice. "Can you master this scripture?" the white-robed woman asked. "I can!" Qin Ming answered with great confidence.