All beneath heaven is the king's land

The fishing line in Qin Ming's hand was taut, stretching to the dark sky.

Deep in the night fog, the prey revealed part of its silhouette, long and slender, with strands of hair fluttering in the wind.

Qin Ming really wanted to imitate the Red Squirrel and say, "Fuck you!"

He looked at Old Man Liu, wondering if he had really guessed right.

Qin Ming gritted his teeth, pulled hard on the fishing line, and continued fishing for his prey in the night sky.

In the Black Mist, her slender figure appeared and disappeared, her hair disheveled, gradually revealing her form.

Then, high in the inky sky, a graceful woman looked down, and no matter how you looked at her, she seemed somewhat sinister.

"Turtle!" The Red Squirrel exclaimed in fright, then spoke in human language again.

"What nonsense are you shouting? She came from the sky, she's Heavenly Immortal Maiden." Old Man Liu forced himself to correct it, telling it to stop talking nonsense.

However, he thought to himself, that woman in the sky... is so fair-skinned!

As Qin Ming Exerted Effort, she gradually emerged from the "water," her silver hair cascading down like a waterfall, her slender white hands gripping the fishing line, her shapely and long legs swaying in the air.

In the Black Mist, she was pure white from head to toe and was glowing. Although her full appearance was not yet clear, it was already certain that she was a woman.

However, in the Red Squirrel's eyes, there was no difference between the pure white and the blood-red ones; they were both fierce ghosts that suddenly appeared in the night sky.

A woman with a luminous white coat and flowing long hair suddenly descended at an accelerated pace, bringing with her dazzling light, even her pupils emitting a light as bright as lightning.

"You all retreat quickly!" Qin Ming warned.

"Alright!" Old Man Liu turned and ran.

As for the Motivational Mouse, it had already run a hundred feet away.

It couldn't bear it any longer; its fur stood on end, and its body felt like it was being pierced by bamboo skewers, the pain unbearable. It thought to itself, "This isn't a vengeful ghost?"

"Is this the Heavenly Immortal Evil? It looks so eerie." Qin Ming was also puzzled.

In the night sky, Heavenly Immortal descended, her long hair slicing through the thick night fog. Her graceful figure swooped down, her features as beautiful as a painting, illuminating the entire area.

Qin Ming flicked his finger, seemingly a casual strike, but it contained a trump card from the Outer Saint Domain.

A Golden Cicada, carrying a shower of light, soared into the night sky. Its wings were like swords, shooting out dazzling sword light, and the aura spread out in patches, like a continuous rain or waterfall.

With a loud bang, the woman, whose body was flowing with white light, was stopped and covered by hundreds and thousands of sword lights. Her silver hair was broken, her clothes were torn, and she was hit by swords in many places all over her body.

But in an instant, her Sha Qi surged, and a blinding white light emanated from the corners of her eyes and brows. Despite the sword light piercing through her slender body, she continued to pounce downwards.

The Golden Cicada transforms again, burning with a dense rain of swords, and it bursts forth with an even more intense light, illuminating all directions. The cicada's song is like thunder, and the Zen-like atmosphere is endless.

In an instant, the thunderous sound of Golden Cicada erupted, creating a magnificent spectacle.

The woman, distorted and deformed by the Golden Haze glow, was about to be reduced to her original, alien form.

Qin Ming began to subdue this transformed evil spirit.

Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the sky.

In the night sky, a large, hairy head appeared, as big as a small mountain, with a wide mouth and fangs, and its whole body was glowing white.

A ferocious beast, its fur snow-white and crystalline, stood like a mountain, exuding boundless Sha Qi. It then charged down, accompanied by the clanging of iron chains.

"Cat!" shouted the Motivational Mouse from afar.

It felt as if its skin had been peeled off, and it jumped up to escape. The Sha Qi from the night sky crashed down on it like a raging storm, making it extremely uncomfortable.

"The White Tiger dwelling in the sky!" Old Man Liu also took off running, feeling that staying would only cause trouble.

The majestic White Tiger, transformed from a malevolent spirit, is incredibly lifelike, with thick, glistening white fur all over its body and clearly visible, faint stripes.

Even Qin Ming was shocked. There were two kinds of transformed evil spirits here? No, he realized what was going on.

This White Tiger Evil is truly extraordinary. In addition to taking shape itself, it also condenses a "Chang," but unlike ordinary Soul Body, it gathers the Beauty Evil.

That's quite a display of spirituality.

Soon, Qin Ming discovered that there was a broken iron chain around its neck, and it was the one that was locked up. He could also sense its primal, chaotic emotions.

Just now, it was actually the Qin Ming of them Exerted Effort together to break free of their restraints.

"This White Tiger, formed from evil spirits, has an owner?" Qin Ming's pupils widened.

The iron chain was dull and seemed to be rotten, which was the root cause of its breakage.

"Hmm?" Qin Ming keenly noticed the anomaly. The iron chain was composed of elements such as Heavenly Light and Divine Wisdom, and its material was similar to that of his fishing gear, so it was not a physical object.

Moreover, under the erosion of time and without human care, it was bound to be torn apart by the White Tiger.

"This was left by people or gods in ancient times, so it should be fine to take it now." Qin Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

Transforming into White Tiger, it leaped down from the night mist high in the sky. Its body continued to shrink, mainly because it was actively condensing, until it was only one zhang long.

However, it was even more dangerous, as dazzling as a tiger-shaped lightning bolt, exuding Sha Qi aura, as if it were about to explode at any moment and flatten this mountainous area.

It devoured the "Heavenly Immortal" along the way, making its fur even more lustrous and dazzling.

Qin Ming struck out with his right palm, but failed to harm the White Tiger Evil. Instead, the tiger closed in and bit him, causing the surrounding fog to collapse and a burst of white light to erupt, which was quite terrifying.

Nearby, the swamp dried up, large trees shattered, and boulders turned to dust. The Sha Qi was invisible, but terrifying beyond measure.

Even Qin Ming felt excruciating pain all over his body, and bright red blood appeared on his right palm.

Recently, his cultivation has been steadily improving, and his Daoist skills have been constantly advancing. Looking back on his journey, he can be described as having achieved great success. However, he has now been injured by this evil spirit, which may endanger his life.

Outside his body, Yin-Yang Black-White Diagram appeared, slowly rotating and sealing the White Tiger's gaping maw.

It extended a large claw, and the Black and White Diagram spun, making a clanging sound, as if Divine Metal was colliding, and sparks even flew.

It roared, its Sha Qi boiling, like a muffled thunderclap erupting in the area, instantly disintegrating the nearby vegetation and rocks. This rampant Sha Qi was incredibly destructive.

Qin Ming pulled the fishing line and used the hook to restrain it.

At the same time, the Yin Yang Diagram he activated completely covered the White Tiger.

The lifelike White Tiger's mournful roar was constantly diminished by the Black and White Light, its intense Sha Qi being erased, and its head seemed about to explode.

In the end, the White Tiger Evil was subdued by Qin Ming and lay prostrate on the ground.

"Could this be another rare and precious Treasure Baleful Essence left to its disciples by an ancient, Undying Great Sect?"

Such a powerful evil spirit is extremely difficult for a young disciple to subdue; he would often suffer a backlash and die.

Qin Ming estimated that if he hadn't refined the Black and White Fish first and reached the Mid-Second Realm, he definitely wouldn't have been able to withstand the White Tiger Evil.

"A metal-elemental evil spirit?" He originally thought that most of the evil spirits he encountered in Black White Mountain were related to Yin and Yang, but now it seems that this place is far more complicated than he imagined.

He had previously discovered various types of Thunder Fiend that had not yet reached their full potential.

However, after thinking about it, he could understand.

Black White Mountain is quite extraordinary. Whether it was two years ago or two hundred years ago, it has been baptized by the Worldly Heavenly Light, and any kind of evil spirit could appear there.

Not to mention, it once dominated the world five hundred years ago, and Beast God appeared there a thousand years ago, making it truly unfathomable.

Qin Ming was certain that this was a legendary level of evil energy, likely prepared by the ancient dojo for its most core disciples to hone their Consciousness Spirit Light, much like an axe cleaving or sword slash.

He tried to sit on the tiger's back, but it felt as if his skin had been pierced by a sharp blade.

Qin Ming used the Black and White Light to protect himself, and then sat steadily on it. The large cat, which Heavenly Light Manifestation, carried him steadily.

He noticed that its original, nascent consciousness was increasingly reverting to a primitive state, and if this continued, it would disappear completely.

"It was meant to be refined anyway; its chaotic consciousness would only make things worse. It's alright if it dissipates."

Qin Ming rode on the White Tiger Body, startling the Red Squirrel in the distance, whose mouth gaped open and eyes widened.

Then, Qin Ming used the iron chains on the White Tiger Body to tightly bind it, effectively sealing it and causing its body to shrink further, becoming as small as Doggy. Finally, he stuffed it into the interior space of the Torn Cloth.

"These mountains are different now," Old Man Liu said solemnly as he returned. He had lived in this area for decades and had clearly sensed something amiss.

Qin Ming nodded. He felt that the entire Black White Mountain seemed to have come alive and was reviving.

Perhaps that's why he was able to catch the White Tiger Evil in the night sky.

Qin Ming activated the Black White Scripture here and found it to be exceptionally compatible with this land.

In an instant, he felt as if the entire Black White Mountain were breathing with him, and all the towering mountains seemed different, as if they were shrouded in Immortal Mist.

Qin Ming's mind was clear and he immediately sat down cross-legged, as if this were a grand Daoist temple, naturally suited for practicing the Black White Scripture.

Unfortunately, he only obtained the first twelve pages of this scripture, and there was no further information for the time being; he had already comprehended everything he needed to understand.

"Huh? This mountain range seems to be covered in scriptures!" he exclaimed in astonishment.

Qin Ming suddenly realized that the source of this ancient text might be this Black White Mountain.

Currently, the Black White Scripture are very important to him; he cares deeply about their meaning.

Qin Ming felt a sudden inspiration; the Yin-Yang Twin Fish rotated and enveloped him. He began to walk, following the intuition the Unseen, through the mountains.

Old Man Liu and the Red Squirrel followed behind at a leisurely pace.

Sure enough, this feeling was correct. After Qin Ming circulated the Black White Scripture, he discovered that the mountains and rivers seemed to be whispering, as if the meaning of the scripture was flowing.

Broken mountains and collapsed cliffs had all made him pause; he came to one ruin after another, listening to the "murmurs" of the mountains and rivers.

In a Enlightenment Realm, Qin Ming traveled to various places. Among the Severed Mountain and cliffs, he saw lines of text, with scriptures hanging on the dilapidated Black White Mountain.

In this state, he added nine more pages of the True Scripture, bringing his total mastery to twenty-one pages.

Qin Ming sighed inwardly. The ruins of this Black White Mountain were too badly damaged. At the moment, he could only resonate with so much. The scriptures hanging on the cliffs were also broken.

In this special state, he saw many different things, such as a layer of mist in the mountains.

"Little Qin, the path you're leading is a bit off, something's not right!" Old Man Liu warned. This wasn't familiar territory, nor was it the dwelling place of the old demons; it was an unfamiliar new environment.

Ahead, the fog is getting thicker and thicker!

After Qin Ming finished resonating with the scriptures in the mountains, he continued to move forward according to his instincts. He realized something was wrong, but he still couldn't help but investigate.

In his view, the thick fog ahead of this area was like a dense curtain, which he had already reached and was about to lift.

Qin Ming continued on for a while, and finally, as if parting the clouds and breaking through the obstacles, the view before him suddenly opened up.

He was completely stunned!

Old Man Liu and the Red Squirrel arrived, and upon seeing the scene before them, they were instantly petrified.

As far as the eye can see, there are neat rows of ridges, fields of golden crops, and a dazzling Golden Haze breaking through the night sky.

The two people and the mouse were like clay sculptures or wooden statues, their eyes fixed straight ahead.

Such a spectacular sight should not have been obscured by the night fog, yet they had never seen it before when they entered and left the mountains.

All the crops, from roots to leaves to ears of grain, shone brightly, like golden ornaments, shrouded in mystery.

This is a vast field, and the Fire Spring that irrigate them are golden, unlike anything else.

Qin Ming had never seen such a sight before, but both he and Old Man Liu had heard of it.

Many years ago, a Mountain Patrol experienced something similar. He was shocked and filled with fear, so he rushed to report it, but he could never find it again.

After recovering, the Red Squirrel's eyes were filled with stars. Driven by instinct, it tried to "grab" food to store up for the winter.

"Golden... Mother!" it exclaimed excitedly, speaking in human language again.

"That's the grain!" Old Man Liu corrected it, as if he had obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Golden... wolf!" The Motivational Mouse kept rubbing its little paws, gazing longingly, wishing it could take action immediately.

However, it knew who the king and queen were, and looked at Qin Ming and Old Man Liu.

Whose rations are these? Qin Ming stared ahead. This was too bizarre; there were too many secrets about Black White Mountain that he didn't know.

The sound of horses neighing came from afar, accompanied by thunder, and a luminous horse galloped in the distance.

Further away, it seemed as if people were harvesting crops, and faint "farmers' songs" drifted over.

"What is this place? Who lives here?" the Red Squirrel wrote in the air.

"Under the whole heaven, all land belongs to the king; on the shores of the land, all people are subjects of the king. How much more so here..." A clear voice rang in the ears of the two people and the mouse; a living being had discovered them.

The moon is fullest on the 16th of the lunar month, wishing everyone a happy Lantern Festival and a joyous family reunion!