197 Back to Xiaoqian Mountain

Jiang Ming stood still, seemingly listening carefully. However, his heart was calm.

“It’s the same few sentences over and over again.”

Jiang Ming sighed. When Li Yuankang and the others tried it, he had heard it several times. However, there were only about a hundred words in total, and it was missing the beginning and the end.

“However, this is already a pleasant surprise. This is clearly related to refining blood Qi. It seems to be a breathing technique. If I go back and study it, it might also be of great benefit to my martial arts foundation!”

Jiang Ming’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. After he personally injected spiritual energy and listened to the voice again, the voice in the bone flute suddenly disappeared. He could no longer hear the incomplete chapter, only the sound of humming was left, and even the mumbling was gone.

“Could it be that after the bone flute was activated and heard, the voice disappeared?”

Jiang Ming made a wild guess and then stopped thinking. The most important thing at this time was to stabilize the situation.

“I can’t panic. Zhou Quan doesn’t know that there is an almighty voice in the bone flute.”

Jiang Ming comforted himself. The more he panicked, the more he would expose himself. As long as he did not panic, no one would notice anything.

He tried a few more times to no avail. Only then did he reluctantly step away from the bone flute, shaking his head in disappointment.

“I can’t hear anything.” Jiang Ming sighed. “Is it really because I’m not talented enough?”

Zhou Quan smiled and consoled him. “You shouldn’t give up on yourself. It seems that there’s really nothing in this bone flute. If anyone is interested in studying it, I’ll sell it at a low price!”

Everyone shook their heads in unison. No one was willing to waste their spirit stones on this thing.

Jiang Ming was secretly relieved. Good. No one detected anything.

He glanced at Zhou Quan. Zhou Quan probably did not expect that his treasure would be wasted just like that.

“However, why is it that only I can hear the almighty voice? Could it be that this almighty voice is related to martial arts, and only those with high martial arts attainments can hear it?” Jiang Ming thought to himself. However, it was difficult to judge anything since he had only seen this bone flute for the first time.

Wait! The Thunderous Bow was also related to the Black Rock Ruins! Did it have an almighty voice attached to it too?

He could not help but wonder if a force like the Fire Lotus Valley had already found many such relics and magical tools.

* * *

After the appraisal, there was a banquet to welcome them.

In the afternoon, the individual cultivators of Xiaoqian Mountain finally bid farewell to Zhou Quan and left.

Jiang Ming and the others made copies of the Jade Slip they had bought.

“I’m going to visit the Black Rock Ruins in thirty years!”

Li Yuankang suddenly spoke. His voice was ethereal in the wind, but it contained a sense of determination.

Everyone was stunned.

Li Yuankang had never participated in stuff like this. Why did he suddenly change his attitude now?

“Only in the face of death do you know what fear is!” Li Yuankang murmured. His white hair danced in the wind, and his unruly figure looked a little hunched.

The rest of them finally reacted. It was true. Li Yuankang was already old. This would be his last chance for adventure.

* * *

Early in the morning, a thin mist filled the air.

Jiang Ming stood at the entrance of a cave in the Blue Sunshine Mountain Range and casually practiced a set of fist techniques.

His breathing, however, was different from usual. It was longer and contained a special rhythm.

A moment later, Jiang Ming’s breathing suddenly became chaotic, and he stopped practicing.

“This breathing technique is indeed extraordinary. It’s a pity that it’s incomplete, and there’s no external training method.”

Jiang Ming shook his head and felt a little regretful.

On that day, he obtained an unknown breathing technique for refining one’s body. After returning to Hongyang City, he carefully comprehended and practiced it for a few days before coming to Blue Sunshine Mountain Range to truly cultivate it.

“This breathing technique can’t increase my blood Qi. However, it can refine my blood Qi and make it more condensed and vigorous. Even if I still haven’t broken through the bottleneck, it will make my martial arts cultivation more solid and powerful.”

Jiang Ming took a few deep breaths to calm his boiling blood and then waved his hand in the air.

Boom!

Scarlet blood Qi burst out from his palm and turned into a blood-red waterfall. It shot out into the distance almost four hundred feet away.

“Before I started cultivating this breathing technique, my blood Qi could only reach three hundred feet. I’ve only been cultivating for a month, and I’ve made such great progress! However, the speed of condensation has also gradually slowed down. It’s fine. This is normal. If my blood Qi can reach more than five hundred feet, I’m afraid that I won’t be able to find a worthy opponent in the Qi Refinement Realm!”

Jiang Ming was a little shocked. He had been searching for a long time in Xiaoqian Mountain. However, he had never seen such a powerful martial arts cultivation method. It was only an incomplete breathing method, yet it was already so powerful. If it was a complete cultivation method…

Then how powerful would a complete one be?

Jiang Ming took a deep breath. Maybe he could still break through by collecting magical tools and spirit herbs. However, anything above that was impossible to find.

He stretched lazily, then rode on his flying sword and headed back to Hongyang City.

Tomorrow was the time to return to Xiaoqian Mountain. After more than a year of reorganization, Mount thousand was now completely stable. Many of his fellow cultivators returned one after another. After all, the spiritual energy in Hongyang City was too thin.

Jiang Ming was also ready to take this opportunity to go to the black market to see if he could buy something. He had spirit stones in his pocket that he could sell.

* * *

Jiang Ming walked in the middle of the golden spirit rice field in Xiaoqian Mountain and could not help but take a deep breath. Feeling the rich spirit energy circulating in his body, he suddenly felt much more comfortable.

“Let’s go home and take a look!”

Jiang Ming rushed back to the small green peak with ease and familiarity. He passed by the spirit field at the foot of the mountain and was about to return directly to his small courtyard. However, he landed beside the spirit field with a soft sound of surprise.

“Old Gu Zi?” Jiang Ming looked at the old man in front of him, whose eyes were dull and whose body was dirty, and almost did not dare recognize him.