Soaring of Galaxia

Qin Wushuang counted the total number of troops and called back all the sealed spiritual beasts back to the sealed scroll. This time, these spiritual beasts did not object to return to the seal. It was because, although they didn’t fight a difficult battle, they had used up a lot of energy by fighting against the water pressure for almost a month.

This sealed scroll was instilled by spiritual Qi at the ley lines of the Heavenly Luo Daoist Sect. It was at a stage where it had adequate spiritual Qi, so it would definitely be a smart choice for them to return to conceal their strength and recover.

After Qin Wushuang had tidied everything up, he calmed his mind. He thought of the time and calculated that more than two months had passes from the time he had left until now.

Although there was still more than half a month until the three month deadline, the speed of the time passing still made Qin Wushuang sigh. Worried of those who cared about him becoming anxious, Qin Wushuang no longer lingered and floated up from the Black Dead Sea. Compared to diving, floating upwards was relatively easier.

Plus, with Qin Wushuang’s powerful presence, the water spiritual beasts were not blind enough to provoke him. Thus, it was a smooth trip for Qin Wushuang to go up.

…

It was already past noon. Compared to a month ago, the mood of the people waiting on the slope was completely different. Ever since Wu Dingyuan had escaped just before the battle, the atmosphere had changed completely.

Initially the Heavenly Punishing Villa and the Sound of Thunder Sect, who had a card up their sleeves, began to feel restless. Especially as time passed and no information had been sent to them, their restlessness had increased.

They calculated the time and realized how close they were to the deadline. Each day they had come with hope, but left with disappointment.

These two continuous months had been completely tormenting.

Lei Ming found it especially difficult to not tear apart the contract and go down to the Black Dead Sea to investigate. However, if he had done it, it would be undoubtedly striking the face of the Heavenly Emperor Gate. With Xin Wuji at the scene, even if Lei Ming had harbored such intention, he would not have had the guts to do it. Therefore, he could only feel anxious and remain actionless.

Yan Guinan had been rather calm as he suppressed the anxiety from his heart. Regardless of his feelings, he must not lose his temper and have Qin Yunran, that Madman Ran, laugh at him.

Qin Yunran still remained self-composed as his smile was as brilliant as the sunshine of the early spring. From time to time, he would talk to Xin Wuji and Mu Rong Qianji. No form of anxiety could be detected from any of his movements.

Although Xin Wuji had no clue where Qin Yunran’s confidence came from, he could only guess that Qin Wushuang’s strong figure had something to do with it.

For Yan Zhuiyang and Lei Jiao, he would definitely be a tough bone to bite. For this battle, although Xin Wuji had favored the joint force of Yan Zhuiyang and Lei Jiao, ever since Wu Dingyuan had escaped to the surface, Xin Wuji had a weird feeling…

This time, most likely the Sound of Thunder Sect and the Heavenly Punishing Villa would fall.

For Mu Rong Xu, two months of time was also unendurable. Perhaps to the Heavenly Punishing Villa and the Sound of Thunder sect this was only a competition between the young disciples.

To Mu Rong Xu, it meant everything.

“Little Bamboo, there are thirteen more days. Do you think Brother Qin will come back in the promised amount of time?” Mu Rong Xu asked lightly.

Little Bamboo knew clearly of her Miss’s temper. She knew that although she was asking this question, she might not be really asking for her opinion. This was only a customary way for her to talk to herself. Upon watching Miss’s frail body, she felt touched. Thus, she silently repeated, “Young Master Qin, Young Master Qin, you better not leave Miss behind. You are unworthy to let down Miss’s kind heart.”

As she looked at the Black Dead Sea in a daze, Little Bamboo could not refrain herself from asking, “Miss, in the history of our Floating Snow House, how many people have entered the Black Dead Sea to train?”

“From each generation, many people are qualified to enter. You only become eligible when you are at the Transformation Void Martial Stage. At most, ordinary young disciples can move within the 900 to 1200 metre areas.”

“Transformation Void Martial Stage?” Little Bamboo blinked her eyes. “Aren’t you at the Transformation Void Martial Stage?”

Mu Rong Xu nodded. “Yes, but father said that for me to go in, I must at least reach the Perfect Void Martial Stage.”

“Why?” Little Bamboo felt this was unfair as she cried out, “The Perfect Void Martial Stage is too far away. Miss, how many years would it take for you to advance to the Perfect Void Martial Stage?”

“Stupid girl, how would I know? However, even if I reach the Perfect Void Martial Stage, it would be meaningless. My father said that the water beneath 1500 metres are the most dangerous areas in the Black Dead Sea. If one in the Perfect Void Martial Stage did not have the protection of a Supreme Dao weapon to open the path, surely they wouldn’t reach that deep. Even my father found it difficult to move freely beneath 1500 metres.”

Little Bamboo extended her tongue and said with an anxious tone, “Wouldn’t it be very dangerous for Young Master Qin and the others to charge recklessly into the 1500 metre area? Miss, do you think that Young Master Qin will go that deep?”

“He will.” Mu Rong Xu was sure of it. In order to get the bloodline of the Immemorial Phantom Dragon, it was unavoidable to dive to the 1500 metre area. With Qin Wushuang’s personality, it was impossible for him to back away. She was not worried it Qin Wushuang could acquire the bloodline of the Phantom Dragon, but only for his safety.

Whether he could get the bloodline of the Phantom Dragon, Mu Rong Xu knew in her heart that it belonged to him.

It would be impossible for the bloodline of the Immemorial Phantom Dragon to be above the 1500 metre water area. The Floating Snow House had reached a publicized agreement regarding this matter.

The successive generations of leaders from the Floating Snow House had explored the deeper areas of the Black Dead Sea. Some people also risked their lives to dive to areas beneath 1500 metres. They had endured the impact of the powerful water pressure and risked having their Primordial Spirit shattered to search for the cave dwelling left behind by the Immemorial Phantom Dragon. After several millenniums of searching, they had gained nothing.

If it weren’t for the historical records, the Floating Snow House almost doubted whether the cave dwelling left by the Immemorial Phantom Dragon had even existed beneath the Black Dead Sea at all.

Honestly, besides the records in the ancient history book, no one had seen it.

Not only was Mu Rong Xu deeply worried and sick at heart, but even the leader of the Floating Snow House, Mu Rong Qinaji, could not help but doubt whether his idea from the beginning was right or wrong.

After more than two months had passed, except for Wu Dingyuan who had escaped, nothing had come from Qin Wushuang, Lei Jiao or Yan Zhuiyang.

The Black Dead Sea seemed to be sleeping deeply, for it did not give the slightest reaction.

“Look!” Someone suddenly shouted.

“What?” Everyone fixed their gaze towards the water. The surface of the water still remained tranquil without any reaction. Following the direction that the person had pointed, everyone saw that in the far end of the surface, a figure brushed towards them at high speed.

His fast speed had resembled that of a spiritual beast flying at full force.

This person was Qin Wushuang who was flying from the air. He had traveled up to one thousand miles above the surface.

Now flying back, he had not initiated the Purple Cloud Ying Yang Wings. Of course, he did not wish to display his strength excessively.

“It’s Qin Wushuang!” Lei Ming’s heart sank as he hissed.

Yan Guinan’s could see as clearly as Lei Ming and could also see the arrival of Qin Wushuang. His heart throbbed, for could it be… An ominous feeling instantly rushed forth across his mind.

Qin Yunran laughed. “Good kid, good kid!”

Even Xin Wuji looked at Qin Wushuang with some astonishment. Since he had come back alive after fighting an unfair battle of four against one, he must admit that this Qin Wushuang was not ordinary!

The heart of Mu Rong Qianji and a group of the Floating Snow House higher-ups felt extremely crushed. Especially Mu Rong Qianhuan and Mu Rong Qianshan, who had opposed Qin Wushuang from the beginning, appeared somewhat shocked.

After all, they had never thought highly of Qin Wushuang. However, Qin Wushuang had achieved something incredible: he had won a fight against four other warriors.

Anyone with a clear head could see that, despite the appearance of a fair competition, it was truly a four against one battle.

Since the chief of the Aspiring Throne Qin Clan did not speak of anything, naturally no one stepped out to come to the aid of someone suffering an injustice. Because of this fact, everyone knew that the result would either be Qin Wushuang coming up alone, or the other four coming up alive. There would be no other result.

Now, upon seeing Qin Wushuang, everyone had understood instantly that most likely Lei Jiao and Yan Zhuiyang had suffered a tragic ending!

“Brother Qin!” For the past two months, Mu Rong Xu had worked hard to control her emotions. Now when she saw the sudden return of Qin Wushuang, one could imagine the joy inside her heart. As her temper had remained calm for so long, now she could not hold back from being outwardly overjoyed. She jogged to go up to him.

Qin Wushuang grabbed Mu Rong Xu’s hands instantly and cried out with joy, “Xu’Er, have you waited long?”

Feeling endless happiness, Mu Rong Xu was too happy to the extent that she could no longer speak. She nodded and shook her head as she felt it was wrong. Inside her eye sockets, there were already tears rolling next to her eyes.

“Ha ha! Miss, I told you that Young Master Qin would return safe and sound.”

Delighted from the bottom of her heart, Mu Rong Xu pulled Qin Wushuang’s hand and observed attentively. It was as if she was afraid Qin Wushuang might have one less hair.

Now, Qin Yunran did not bother to spoil the fun as he laughed. “Wushuang, nicely done. What about the other guys?”

Now, Qin Wushuang realized that hundreds pair of eyes were looking at them. He revealed a light smile at Mu Rong Xu and gently patted two times on the back of her tender and beautiful hand to motion her to wait for a bit.

Mu Rong Qianji also walked over and asked with a smile on his face, “Nephew Wushuang, from your expression, it seems that you were successful?”

“Excuse me, Lord Mu Rong.” Qin Wushuang kept sighing and did not respond to Mu Rong Qianji’s words head on. Of course, he knew that Mu Rong Qianji was hinting to him about the bloodline of the Immemorial Phantom Dragon.

However, Qin Wushuang had harbored extra consideration for he did not plan to announce it to the public. The bloodline of the Immemorial Phantom Dragon was a bloodline in the Supreme Dao. There was no guarantee that people here would not get envious.

“Wushuang, since you are up, go to his highness to report on your completion of the mission,” Qin Yunran reminded him.

Qin Wushuang remembered that this matter was hosted by the royal highness of the Heavenly Emperor Gate. Since he had come up, it’s common sense for him to report to Xin Wuji.

For some unknown reason, although this Xin Wuji had displayed elegant demeanor and outstanding temperament, Qin Wushuang had always remained careful around him.

“It’s my honor to meet your highness.”

Xin Wuji revealed a light smile and one could not see that he had waited for more than two months. It seemed as if he was just passing by, for he showed no hasty emotions.