Martial Arrogance Dragon Soul-Chapter 493 - 459: I Actually Didn’t Die

His whole body was wracked with tearing, excruciating pain.

Qin Qing even saw his own flesh detaching from his body piece by piece.

At the same time, his Soul Power was also rapidly disintegrating.

The surrounding void became increasingly chaotic.

The violent forces of cutting and tearing left Qin Qing with no ability to resist...

"Master! Senior Liu... farewell..."

In the distance, the ferocious faces of Master Zhu Jirong, Liu Chaoxian, and the others became more and more blurred.

"Senior Sister... I’ll see you in the next life!"

Jiang Ruorong’s face surfaced again in Qin Qing’s mind, that familiar yet distant face carrying Qin Qing’s endless yearning.

At this moment, everything was about to turn to ash!

"Xiaobai! Why are you so foolish..."

Qin Qing was holding Xiaobai in his arms again.

"Boss, it was you who brought me into this world."

"Without you, I would have died at the hands of the Thunderous Black Wolf."

"If you die, what meaning is there for me to live?"

Xiaobai snuggled tightly against Qin Qing, tears flowing from his eyes too.

From his birth, Xiaobai had followed Qin Qing, and in his heart, Qin Qing was his dearest kin.

He had never left Qin Qing’s side, so watching Qin Qing fall into certain death, he unhesitatingly threw himself toward Qin Qing, only wishing to die together with him!

At this moment.

Everyone was convinced that Qin Qing was doomed to die.

However—

Just at the next breath.

Suddenly, a sword light descended from the heavens!

This strike seemed to come from the Nine Heavens above.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, heaven and earth were all solidified.

Time seemed to come to a halt...

"What is this..."

Zhu Jirong, Zhao Wuji, and the others were all astonished.

They all looked at this sword light with disbelief.

Even strong individuals like Zhu Jirong and Zhao Wuji, who were pinnacle Martial Saints, felt their hearts palpitate incessantly at the aura releasing from this sword light.

"What kind of power is that..."

"Could it be... it has something to do with the legendary Divine Realm?"

"Boom!"

At this moment, the Sword Qi roared down.

It instantly enveloped Qin Qing.

The next moment.

The chaotic void streams around Qin Qing’s body all disappeared.

An spatial black hole appeared...

And Qin Qing also vanished into this spatial black hole!

...

Sixteen days later.

Half a month had passed since the battle at Wanlong Snow Mountain.

The news of the battle, like thunder on flat ground, had already set off great waves throughout the entire Tai’a Ancient Country.

After all, the scale of this battle was so vast that a dozen Martial Saints had participated in it.

Moreover, supreme Martial Saints like Zhu Jirong, Zhao Wuji, and Liu Chaoxian were involved in this battle.

In every tavern, inn, and even brothels, storytellers talked endlessly about the battle.

Similarly, almost everyone talked about this matter during this time.

The battle was extremely brutal.

Many strong fighters fell, and even Martial Saints perished.

As for the battlefield—Wanlong Snow Mountain, it was turned into a snowy wasteland.

The stretching mountain ranges were severed, countless peaks collapsed, and numerous ferocious beasts died within them.

It was said that within those snowy ruins lurked Ferocious Beasts from the Cataclysmic Realm, which had hidden during the great war and now lay concealed within the depths of the ruin.

Of course, the most discussed topic about this epic battle was about the core cause of this war.

Which was the origin of this grand conflict.

Without a doubt, everyone knew that this war was because of Qin Qing!

Qin Qing had emerged from Tai’a Academy and then joined Wind-Fire Academy.

Originally, everyone mocked this barbarian from a small place, relying on cheating to reach the Ninth Level of the Wind-Fire Tower, stripped of his Tai’a Academy disciple status, expelled from Tai’a Academy.

This was supposed to be a highly ironic affair, and many with deeper connections to Tai’a Academy discussed Qin Qing as a laughingstock.

But in the end, Qin Qing slapped them hard with one resonating slap after another.

Qin Qing proved to everyone with facts that his ascent to the ninth level of the Wind-Fire Tower was not because of cheating, but because he possessed the strength and an astonishing talent.

His expulsion from the Tai’a Academy was the academy’s loss!

This also caused all those who doubted him to widen their eyes in shock.

In the battle of Tianyong, he defeated fourteen prodigies in a row.

During his journey to the Sword Pavilion, he slew Zhao Wuji’s direct disciple, Ouyang Xi, with his sword.

He, Qin Qing, was truly an exceptional prodigy that had emerged triumphantly!

However, precisely because of this,

Zhao Wuji, Zheng Yuanhai, and others could no longer tolerate Qin Qing’s existence in this world.

If they did not extinguish this seed before it sprouted, they feared that it wouldn’t be long before they were killed by Qin Qing.

Thus, there was the earth-shattering battle at Wanlong Snow Mountain...

But... regarding Qin Qing’s ultimate fate, there are numerous conflicting rumors.

Some say that Qin Qing perished under Zhao Wuji’s sword.

Yet others claim that Qin Qing tore through the void and escaped, as he had a similar experience of survival in the past.

The story of how Qin Qing once narrowly escaped death in the spatial secret realm of Qian Country had been dug up by many.

So, some speculate whether Qin Qing once again used a unique magical treasure to escape by similar means.

There are also those who say that when Qin Qing was in dire straits, a sword light descended from beyond the Nine Heavens onto Wanlong Snow Mountain, protecting him and enabling his escape from the catastrophe.

But some say that sword strike was meant to utterly annihilate Qin Qing...

...

Regarding the final outcome of Qin Qing, the various claims are numerous and varied.

As for what ultimately became of Qin Qing, no one knows.

And at this moment,

In the northern borderlands of Tianyong Province.

There was a serene mountain village, with an ancient tree at its entrance.

Beneath the ancient tree, there was an old well.

Su Wanqing got up early and came to this ancient well, where she exhaled a breath of white air and drew up the crisp well water.

By the time she returned home, the morning mist in the valley had not yet lifted, and the frost was thicker and more dense than in previous days.

"Grandpa! I’m back,"

Su Wanqing called out as she entered the house, heading towards her grandfather who was tending to the fire in the kitchen.

The elderly grandfather was thin and stooped beside the flames, with a kindly face.

The years had etched lines of hardship across his face, yet his eyes retained their original kindness and innocence.

Su Wanqing set down the bucket.

The old man boiled a pot of water from the bucket and slaughtered the last hen they were raising.

After cleaning it, he cooked a large pot of chicken soup with the well water she had drawn early in the morning.

"Xiaoqing, go check how he is now,"

The old man said to Su Wanqing.

Su Wanqing hummed in response, her eyes somewhat reluctantly fixed on the pot of rich and perfectly stewed soup.

She had forgotten how long it had been since she had tasted meat.

The old hen had been kept because it could still lay eggs.

Every day it laid eggs, Grandfather would let Su Wanqing eat them.

He said it was to replenish her nutrition!

Su Wanqing and her grandfather relied on each other, living modestly, in this remote mountain village where resources were scarce, and she needed to take care of her elderly grandfather, preventing her from working to earn money. Thus, their lives were quite frugal.

Yesterday, Su Wanqing found a person who had suddenly appeared in the woods behind her house.

It was a young man covered with wounds.

He seemed to have been mauled by ferocious beasts in the mountains and had just about managed to run down the hill with his last breath.

Seeing that the young man still had a breath of life, the grandfather asked Su Wanqing to drag him back home.

Early this morning, he had her draw water from the well and slaughter the last chicken they had to make a tonic soup for the young man.

Su Wanqing went to another room on the opposite side of the main hall.

The room was simply furnished with plain wooden furniture that had not been painted, yet everything was tidy and orderly.

At that moment, on the bed, the young man’s fingers twitched slightly.

Su Wanqing approached the bed to check the young man’s injuries.

In truth, Su Wanqing could not discern much; she was not a pharmacist and had never learned about such things.

Her reason for checking on the young man in the sickbed was, to be exact, to see whether he had died.

After all, yesterday the young man’s injuries were so severe and his breathing was so faint that he seemed to be at death’s door at any moment.

"Cough cough cough..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Just then, the young man on the bed suddenly began to cough violently.

Dark, clotted blood spewed from his mouth...

At the same time, the young man sat up abruptly!

"I can’t believe I didn’t die!"