Night Without End-Chapter 41 - 28 Feathered Robe Dance of the Immortals

Qin Ming was silent and still, yet his mind was awash with shadows of fragmented times—initially veiled in dust, swarming with black fog, but in an instant, like thunder striking the sea of clouds, it pierced the darkness, wiped away the dust, revealing to him a series of blood-soiled images.

The night was profound, flames surged to the sky, a youth dressed in a Feather Robe floated ethereally like a celestial being, yet beneath his feet lay corpses and blood...

Qin Ming caressed his head, his body trembling slightly. The "Feather Robe" had once left an indelibly deep imprint on his subconscious, and now it pained him, awakening past memories like banishing the sand that obscured his soul.

He closed his eyes, firmly suppressing his roiling emotions, and swiftly relaxed his body before slowly opening his eyes again.

The moment was inappropriate; he couldn't afford to show too many abnormalities. He dimmed his aura with "He Guang Tong Chen," blending into the crowd.

Qin Ming's eyes regained clarity, and his hair fluttered in the wind. He stood erect, as if nothing had happened, though his heart started to bring forth many shattered images.

He calmed down, extracting himself from the emotional cage, scrutinizing his past with a cool mind, like an outsider observing the blood-drenched scenes that had once transpired upon him.

The night sky darkened, the wildfire leaping into the heavens, as the entire mountainside was engulfed in flames that seemed to devour even the night sky.

At the foot of the mountain, the village was likewise ravaged by firelight, spreading everywhere, houses collapsing, streets littered with numerous corpses, alleyways bleeding.

Amidst the scorching flames, amidst the ruins, stood a youth with hair flying wildly, his Feather Robe dancing about, every part of his countenance seemed to glow, transcending the mundane world.

His body radiated a faint light, his white shoes and socks unstained by dust, as he remained in the midst of the ruins, surrounded by fire, still appearing detached from the worldly dust, transcendent.

Fourteen-year-old Qin Ming was sprawled on the ground, his mouth and nose filled with the pungent smell of smoke and dust, with screams ringing in his ears, his vision filled with the merciless firelight, as the beams and columns of the house behind him burned and collapsed with a crash.

He saw many familiar people die; the whole village was plunged into a sea of fire.

That Feather Robed Youth held a shimmering purple bamboo stick, stepping over the rubble to approach Qin Ming. Though his demeanor was extraordinary, his eyes flowing with the light of the stars, his actions were merciless.

The youth swung the glowing bamboo stick, striking Qin Ming's head with a hit that immediately caused blood to flow, spinning his head around, making it seem as if great fires were burning in the night sky above.

Qin Ming's clothes were ragged, already injured earlier, and now, with another strike from the stick amidst the blaze, he coughed violently from the smoke and fire, unable to rise.

Next, the long, slender hands of the Feather Robed Youth wielding the bamboo stick continued to strike Qin Ming, producing sounds of bones shattering.

"I thought I had only suffered severe head injuries, I never expected such scenes were part of my forgotten memories."

Qin Ming murmured in his heart, watching past events unfold, maintaining his composure as if watching someone else's history.

Many figures moved stealthily within the village, swiftly delivering the coup de grâce, yet only the Feather Robed Youth stood in place, only employing the shimmering purple bamboo stick against Qin Ming.

"As I can see, he could have shattered my skull with a single strike, but he did not do so. What hatred does he have against me to make me continuously endure such intense pain?"

Qin Ming firmly memorized the face of that Feather Robed Youth—although strikingly handsome and untainted by the world, his coldness was fully displayed in the firelight.

"My arm was broken, how did I not realize it after the fact? Just how long did I remain unconscious in my fourteenth year?" Qin Ming pondered inwardly.

"My chest hurts terribly, he must have jabbed the bamboo stick hard enough to fracture the bone." Qin Ming quietly observed the bloodshed in the flames.

"Torture first, then kill?" Over two years passed, and now, recalling it, Qin Ming still can precisely feel that sense of powerlessness and intense pain.

The Feather Robed Youth appeared to disdain any physical contact with him, using only the bamboo stick for the beatings, followed by two more strikes on the head.

Qin Ming distinctly heard the sound of bones cracking, blood splattering, trickling along his neck and some slipping down his cheeks.

Both were youths: one was splendidly graceful, unworldly and ethereal; the other was burned, clothes tattered, face smeared with blood, collapsed in the dust—a stark contrast.

At last, fourteen-year-old Qin Ming's consciousness was scattering, and vaguely, he saw two figures rushing out of the ruins, forcefully repelling the Feather Robed Youth, grabbing him and rushing towards the darkness.

Along the way, with blurry vision, he saw a vast castle stretching across the earth, resplendently radiant.

"Luoyue City, best to avoid it," the two murmured, not taking him into the city, but circling around it from afar, quickly leaving.

Blurry, he heard sighs: "Three fractures in the head, scalp and flesh battered horribly, too severe, likely won't survive, arms and chest..."

Finally, Qin Ming plunged into complete darkness.

At this moment, he quietly experienced the boundless darkness, motionless.

"Someone took me away, brought me to this remote place; three areas of my head were severely damaged, almost shattered, no wonder I forgot so much, only remembering the vagrant scenes after waking up."

He realized, he might have been in a coma for over three months, for when he awoke, the fractures in his arms and chest had already healed.

If he hadn't seen someone dressed in a Feather Robe again today, he'd still have no recollection of these events, only remembering the heavy blow to his head and blood splattering amidst the fiery blaze.

Although his heart felt somewhat stifled, he harbored no excess anger; what was done was done, what was the use of bitterness, anger, and rage?

What he needed was to solve problems effectively in the future, to find and deal with that Feather Robed Youth!

"Feathered Robe dances like a fairy; she comes from no ordinary background. Look at the sea of fire; there are many masters lurking around. This probably involves a very powerful organization." Qin Ming sighed lightly.

Then, he recovered his composure.

Even, he began to reflect in another's shoes; if he were that Feathered Robed Youth, he would not torment his opponent to be killed like that. He would deal a decisive blow with the hammer, ending it once and for all, without leaving any future troubles.

"Luoyue City!" Qin Ming's eyes seemed as if trying to peer through the night sky, silently chanting the name of that city in his heart. The village where trouble had occurred shouldn't be too far from Luoyue City.

Old Man Liu was quite excited, whispering: "So powerful, what's the origin of this Feather Robe woman? She actually isn't afraid of the Moon Worm, confronting it directly, blocking it in the night sky."

Others in the snowy field felt the same way, and since she was the only female powerhouse to appear, they were all curious about her identity. She stood on the back of a cyan bird, hovering in mid-air, where the lights were hazy and very mysterious.

An old man said, "They probably won't really fight. Masters are generally used for deterrence. If they actually came to blows, that means both sides would be breaking off all pretense, fighting to the death."

But no sooner had he finished speaking than, amidst the towering mountains covered by the faint night's color and the boundless wilderness above, the Moon Worm suddenly emitted dazzling light. It was like brilliant thunderbolts, shooting out as Arrow Feathers, piercing towards the Feather Robe woman on the cyan bird.

The expressions on many people's faces changed, wondering if this was going to turn into a major battle?!

Only the four Creatures sitting in the snow remained calm, none of them got up.

In the night sky, the woman on the cyan bird raised her bare hands. She Guided the wind and snow, and then turned them into a multitude of dense, crystal-clear raindrops. In a flash, the night sky was covered with a curtain of rain, blocking the light arrows emitted by the Moon Worm.

Amidst the clanging sounds, all of the light arrows were blocked, revealing their true forms—silver-white bugs, as if made from Refined Gold, exceptionally hard, shooting through the night sky, trying to pierce through the rain curtain.

The rain curtain turned crystal clear, all of the raindrops stretching infinitely long, turning into strands of luminous threads, slicing through in the night sky. Finally, with the sound of *pupu*, the dense silver bugs were either cleaved or directly penetrated.

A large number of the silver flying bugs eventually popped like dreams or bubbles, voluntarily bursting and turning to nothingness.

Only two light-transformed bugs remained unharmed, falling toward the mountainous area, and then with a loud bang, it was as if a severe earthquake occurred, followed by an avalanche, a vast expanse of white.

The crowd watched in shock, daring not to make rash comments.

The Moon Worm hung high, like a bright moon in the night sky above the mountains and forests; it did not make another move.

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The woman on the cyan bird also stood still, her garments fluttering; she remained calm, and voluntarily retreated a distance.

Clearly, this was a test at the upper echelons. If one side was found lacking, there was no need for a so-called final negotiation.

Qin Ming looked at the Feather Robe woman on the cyan bird from a distance, thinking it couldn't be such a coincidence that whoever wore a Feather Robe must be related to that youth.

But he couldn't help wanting to ask somebody; he turned his head towards Mu Qing and said, "Does wearing a Feather Robe signify a significant background?"

Mu Qing, enshrouded in a black robe, glanced at him and said, "People from Fangwai generally stay aloof, detached from worldly affairs. As for her specific background, I do not know either."

Qin Ming nodded and did not ask further.

Ahead, the atmosphere among the four figures seated in the snow became more relaxed; to everyone's surprise, they even showed smiles.

Although the crowd could not hear their conversation, they presumed it was going well.

Of course, people believed that this must be related to the recent probing collision between the Moon Worm and the Feather Robe woman, which had facilitated the smooth progress of the negotiations.

Ling Xu spoke, "We will help drive away those Alien Species that have migrated over; we are not greedy. If those special nodes bear valuable resources, we just want our share, that's all. Furthermore, the recent expansion of Alien Species all have to retreat."

The white Old Weasel, sitting cross-legged with a string of beads twirled in hand, said, "Why should we share with you? Wouldn't it make more sense for us to ally with the new High level Creatures that have migrated here to deal with you?"

Ling Xu, dressed in white, sat quietly and said, "There's no need for us to probe each other; our time is precious. I only have a few simple words for you to hear. We only want potential special resources that may emerge from those nodes, but those new Alien Species, they not only want these things but also covet your old den. Saying that they temporarily have no residence, just passing by, and will stay as guests for a few months—do you believe that?"

"Okay, we agree."

"Good, that's straightforward!"

Both parties got up, generally agreeing on the direction, quite succinctly, without any dragging or delaying. As for the details, others would have more detailed discussions, which was no longer their concern.

"That's the end of the discussion?" As people saw the high-level individuals getting up, everyone was astonished, not expecting it to end so quickly.

"You all go back and wait, be prepared to enter the mountain at any time." Li Huamao, with a Crimson Longsword slung on the back, turned to tell the crowd.

The people from Chixia City were instantly uplifted—this was the real deal!

Qin Ming saw, not far away, a crow flying, which was rather obtrusive. Then the crow landed on a conspicuously large blue rock in the snowy field.

And there was a woman covered in a Fur Cloak standing there with her hair fluttering in the wind, actually glancing over at him a couple of times.

The crow spoke, "How come that kid's aura is even weaker than last time? Something's off. It looks like he's practiced a Dharma method to conceal his vitality. He must feel that he stands out too much himself. Didn't I say he's not simple? Have you really found a suitable candidate and won't consider him anymore?"

"The person I've chosen is like the Fierce Sun waiting to break through the black clouds, but it's not suitable to expose him too early, for fear of attracting jealousy from the heavens; I've already sent him away ahead of time." After the woman finished speaking, she glanced over at Qin Ming again and said, "I'll find someone to test him later, see if he can be one of the alternatives."