Night Without End-Chapter 25 - 17 Harvest

"Only reborn once..." Fu Entao was deeply shocked, he had been reborn for the second time many years ago, amassed deep accumulations, yet was defeated by a youth who had just been reborn.

He leaned on the long blade with one hand, and with the other hand, he forcefully pulled out the Iron Spear that penetrated his thigh, bringing out a large amount of blood, causing him, already extremely exhausted, to sway.

Shao Chengfeng, missing an arm, was also pierced through the abdomen by the Iron Spear and pinned to the ground. He struggled to pull out the Iron Spear, but upon seeing Qin Ming turn his head towards him, he weakly let go of his solo arm.

"The entire Patrol Team... wiped out by one person." Shao Chengfeng knew he was doomed, the opponent would never leave any survivors regardless.

"He was only reborn once, why is he so strong?" Feng Yi'an whispered as he wiped the blood froth from his mouth.

Qin Ming spoke, "Tell me something that interests me."

"You're dreaming!" Fu Entao responded sternly, knowing that there was not much hope for him, and even bowing his head wouldn't change anything.

On the other hand, Feng Yi'an and Shao Chengfeng had no intention of speaking again.

Normally having the temperament of jackals and vicious fellows, they wouldn't mind groveling if doing so could save their lives now, but such a thing was unrealistic, both knew they could not escape death.

"Talk about the Blood Bamboo Forest." Qin Ming approached Shao Chengfeng.

Shao Chengfeng remained silent, his gaze hollow as he looked up at the night sky, he was already reviewing his life because he was clear that it was about to end.

"Not going to talk, huh?" Qin Ming didn't waste words. The Chopper in his hand fell and with a 'puff' sound, severed his body from his head.

Shao Chengfeng's eyes were wide open, his death was defiant, the other party, very decisive, chopped him without a second word.

Qin Ming came to deal with these members of the Patrol Team, having no interest in tormenting them. Since they were unyielding and yielded no information, chopping them down was the solution.

He wanted to see if, in this life-and-death situation, the other two would soften and speak.

Fu Entao's face twitched slightly, but his eyes turned fiercer, gripping his long blade tightly and slowly moving his feet, he was ready to attack again.

A Second-time Rebirth enduring this territory for many years, unafraid of the threat of death, after all, he was a tough person forged through battle in the deep mountains.

On the other side, Feng Yi'an was lying on the ground, an Iron Spear penetrating from his back to the ground, pinning him there, unable to get up, he quivered slightly.

With the wind and snow swirling, Fu Entao rushed forward like a human-shaped fierce beast, using all his might to swing the most vicious blade light in a final struggle.

After a fierce collision, he breathed heavily, utterly exhausted; he had truly run out of strength in the fight, yet the youth remained as vigorous as a lively dragon, full of vitality.

Pfuff!

After another clash, Fu Entao's right arm was chopped off, and with it, the long blade fell to the ground. His face turned ghostly pale as he staggered backward.

Adding the earlier spear thrust through his leg, the severe injury caused him to lose balance. He knelt on one knee in the snowy ground, gasping heavily, his naturally curly hair wet and clinging to his head, his face etched with unwillingness and despair.

"Do you have anything you want to say?" Qin Ming asked.

"Give me a quick death with my own long blade." Fu Entao broke out in cold sweat, his left hand trembling as he covered the wound on his severed arm, but the blood had already soaked half of his body, even staining the snowy ground beneath him deep red.

"Why do you think I would satisfy such a wish?" Qin Ming, holding the Chopper, walked forward.

"You... want to humiliate me?" Fu Entao struggled to rise.

"Do you even qualify?" Qin Ming charged past, the Chopper slicing through his neck, and a head wearing an expression of defiance flew up, his body falling to the ground.

Feng Yi'an lay pale-faced, struggling to rise, but the Iron Spear embedded in him only slightly quivered, unable to be pulled out of the frozen ground.

He felt humiliated, as the opponent was already standing in front of him, one foot on his head.

"Do you want to tell me something?" Qin Ming looked down at him.

Feng Yi'an clenched his fist, but then helplessly loosened it, panting heavily, he said, "You want to find spiritual creatures? I won't tell you."

Qin Ming exerted a little more force under his foot, and his skull made a slight cracking sound, partially fractured, the severe pain distorting Feng Yi'an's face.

Qin Ming didn't hesitate, directly decapitating him with a chop, ending the life of the bearded man.

As for the location of the Blood Bamboo Forest, he could just ask Old Man Liu on his way back, who had huge aspirations when he was young and frequently entered the mountains with the older generation's Patrol Team, having a good understanding of the distribution of Fire Springs in the mountain.

There were only the sounds of the wind on the mountain, no harsh noises of blades and spears clashing; this group of Mountain Patrol had been eradicated, taken care of by Qin Ming alone.

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He murmured softly, "I actually killed so many people, and yet, showed no mercy."

Qin Ming stood silently reflecting, probably because he did not regard these people as his kind, but as mountain monsters that threatened the villagers.

He began to clean up the battlefield; the bodies just needed to be thrown down the mountain for a "stomach burial," the dense forest harbored various fierce beasts, nothing, not even bones, would remain.

Qin Ming, thrifty and frugal by habit, rummaged through Fu Entao, Feng Yi'an, and others' belongings. Under the illumination of the Fire Springs, gleaming items appeared in his hands—night silver.

These coins, far more powerful than copper coins, could be seen during trade exchanges in town.

The coin was round with a circular hole in the center, symbolizing the missing sun, and it was called night silver.

After that, Qin Ming discovered even more valuable items—Day Gold.

It was brilliant golden all over, a perfect round coin, resembling the vanished sun, embodying people's beautiful wishes.

The Mountain Patrol carried a limited amount of Day Gold into the mountains, totaling only eleven pieces, but for the average person, this was already a substantial sum.

Qin Ming had not acquired Day Gold for the first time; before contracting the strange illness, he had seen a few bodies near a fallen crevice, not only finding Day Gold but also obtaining a very precious bottle of mineral element.

Day Gold circulated less frequently in Yinteng Town, so he never used it, as it would be too conspicuous.

And he also did not touch the exquisitely crafted, finely decorated small crystal bottle for the time being, because after recovering from the illness he was reborn on his own.

Moreover, he didn't know much about mineral elements and needed to find out more details to avoid wasting its real value by using it carelessly.

Most importantly, the current situation would soon erupt, and it was best for him to keep a low profile with the identity of a Newcomer.

"I've only been reborn once, I don't have the strength to confront the Patrol Team, but after this 'storm' brews, it would be okay if I experience a Second Rebirth."

Qin Ming continued to search the mountains for spoils of war.

"Fine armor, repeatedly tempered long blades, all are good stuff!" He sighed regretfully, caressing these pieces of armor and weapons, planning to scatter and bury them throughout the forest for future retrieval when exploring the Blood Bamboo Forest.

He was just that unpretentious, rummaging through everyone from head to toe, not even sparing the Golden Mastiff, lifting it up, really wanting to Swinging the Blade to cut off a large piece of dog meat to cook a hot pot meal in his cabin.

He had come out in the middle of the night, stood in the forest until the night fog dissipated, and then battled with the Patrol Team until now, greatly exhausted, his stomach had long been hungry.

But he sighed and gave up, tossing the mastiff onto the snowy ground, for safety's sake he really couldn't linger here and needed to quickly clean up the battlefield.

Qin Ming entered a wooden hut and found it to be very comfortably furnished inside, the floor covered with thick animal skin rugs, the dining table had silver bowls and utensils, and there were delicate and beautiful knives for cutting roasted meat.

Any randomly opened wine jar from the row was overflowing with rich aroma, evidently superior to the spicy old wine from Xu Yueping's home that had long been drained.

He didn't find much after searching here, but managed to find an Ancient Book on blade techniques in the hut that had collapsed during the fierce battle, its ancient leather pages worn and curled at the edges.

It was evident frequently researched by various people as it was filled with dense notes and markings, not from a single handwriting, carrying ancient charm.

As he flipped through, Qin Ming saw familiar Sword styles; Fu Entao's Blade Techniques were just part of what the Blade Manual recorded, and it mentioned "Heavenly Light" and deeper descriptions later.

He stopped flipping further, quickly closed it, and took it with him, this worn leather Ancient Book held more value than the Day Gold.

After thoroughly searching the area, patterns of broken gold appeared on Qin Ming's body, which burst out with his punches and kicks, causing the remaining wooden huts to burst one after another.

The wind was strong now, instantly whipping up wood splinters into the air, carrying them toward the mountain base with the storm.

The ground's snow was occasionally swept up, mixing with the heavy snow from the sky, making it difficult for any traces to be left at the scene.

"Pity about my Chopper." Qin Ming examined the blade edges, full of notches, although forged from fine iron, still not comparable to the weapons of the Patrol Team.

"Yet it's still usable." He found a sharpening stone here, quickly grinded the notched areas, and re-edged the blade, which became slightly narrower than before.

Qin Ming took all the bodies down the mountain, throwing them into the dense forest, watching as some ferocious beasts appeared and quickly dragged the bodies away.

As for the four he had ambushed earlier on the road, when he went to search again, not even bone fragments remained.

Qin Ming moved heavy stones, retrieved his pack from an ice cave, took off his blood-stained and torn outer clothes and armor, and changed into clean everyday clothes.

What needed to be burned was burned, what needed to be buried was buried, among them, the Day Gold and Blade Manual he left in the mountains, and soon he disappeared into the dense forest.

Qin Ming returned low-key dragging a prey, unknowing to anyone, this gentle-looking youth who seemed no different from usual had just fought a blood battle.

He boiled a pot of water, unusually not using cold water, and comfortably took a hot bath, his fit and tall body shimmering with a glossy sheen, his muscle lines smooth as he carefully washed to avoid any lingering smell from the battle.

Soon after, he appeared at Lu Ze's home.

"Little uncle, what meat is this?" Wen Rui leaned in.

Qin Ming, holding a large piece of fresh meat, smiled and said, "This is delicious food, dragon meat in the sky, donkey meat on the ground, today little uncle hunted a wild donkey."

Mainly, he couldn't stop thinking about the copper pot dog meat, regretting that he couldn't eat the Golden Mastiff, now preparing to compensate himself with copper pot donkey meat.

Soon laughter and voices surged from this location.

"Little uncle, the donkey meat is really tasty!"

In front of the steaming copper pot, the injured Lu Ze spoke, "Xiao Qin, you have established the Golden Foundation, you should seriously consider the matter of Second Rebirth."

Qin Ming nodded and said, "Don't worry, Brother Lu, I have a plan."

After the meal, he returned home, contemplating how to subtly seek advice from Old Man Liu, wanting to clarify the situation of the Blood Bamboo Forest.

If he could advance to Second Rebirth earlier, he naturally did not want to delay and hoped to soon explore the mysterious Blood Bamboo Forest.