Blood Rain Pavilion

Ning Qi's eyes trembled.

Five years ago, he had transmigrated here and immediately faced a deadly crisis. If he had not awakened Max Level Comprehension and held on until Dragon Mountain Daoist arrived, he would likely have lost his life all over again long ago.

Although he had been able to perceive some things at the time, it had not been comprehensive enough. He had not known the whole story from beginning to end.

"You were not an orphan your master picked up from the wild mountains. Your parents were the couple Ning Ye and Jiang Xuemei of Snow Plum Manor. They were harmed by villains, and your master carried you out of the Sea of Flames."

Dragon Mountain Daoist spoke slowly. Back then, when he brought Ning Qi back, what he had announced to the outside world was that Ning Qi was an orphan picked up in the wilderness.

When he saw Ning Qi's solemn expression, yet not much shock on his face, he finally resolved a question that had long lingered in his heart.

"Little Nine, you truly were born knowing."

He gave a long sigh.

Back then, he had once wondered whether, when he rushed to the Sea of Flames, the sound of the infant's crying had been deliberately made to attract him and let him discover the child.

Now it seemed that this had indeed been the case. This disciple of his had been born with spiritual intelligence, able to distinguish good from evil, and his instinctive desire to survive had let him wait until Dragon Mountain Daoist arrived.

Ning Qi tacitly admitted it.

He trusted Dragon Mountain Daoist enough.

"Master, I want to know—who exactly was the person who killed my parents back then?"

Back then, he had only known there was a "Lord Feng," but he had known nothing of the man's exact background, nor why Snow Plum Manor had been wiped out.

Dragon Mountain Daoist sank into his memories.

"Five years ago, I received an invitation from your parents to celebrate your birthday, and they also had an important matter to discuss with me. I never expected that by the time I arrived, not a single person in Snow Plum Manor was left alive. The Culprit had already gone far away. Fortunately, your Innate Qi was dense enough to protect you for that long."

"These years, your master has been investigating in secret all along, and at last I have found some clues."

"The Culprit from that year may be connected to Blood Rain Pavilion, which has risen to prominence in recent years, but I am still tracing the matter. Your master still does not know whether anyone else was involved, nor why Snow Plum Manor was annihilated back then. I only suspect that it may have had something to do with the important matter your father mentioned."

Wariness showed in his eyes.

Ning Qi's gaze also narrowed slightly.

He had once heard Senior Brothers and Senior Sisters who had gone down the mountain to temper themselves mention Blood Rain Pavilion. It was an extremely powerful assassin organization, with the four Gold-Rank Assassins of "Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning" among them, all in the Gang Yuan Realm. There were even rumors that the four of them, working together, had once retreated unscathed from the hands of a Heaven-Human Realm expert. For a time, their reputation had been without equal.

"Wind, Rain, Thunder, Lightning? Lord Feng?"

Ning Qi pondered inwardly.

Seeing that Ning Qi did not speak, Dragon Mountain Daoist stroked the top of his head and comforted him.

"Qi'er, the reason your master is telling you this today is only because you have the right to know. But you must remember not to let hatred blind your eyes, nor give birth to reckless Obsession. With your talent, if you follow your master and cultivate with a calm heart for twenty years, taking revenge in the future will be as easy as turning over your hand."

"Rest assured. When the time comes, your master will help you as well!"

His care and protectiveness were written plainly in every word.

In truth.

Dragon Mountain Daoist had hesitated for a very long time as well. Originally, he had intended to wait until Ning Qi grew up before slowly telling him about this matter.

But as Ning Qi's performance grew more and more monstrous, and the mind he revealed far surpassed that of ordinary people, Dragon Mountain Daoist set the goal of telling him the truth once he reached the Inner Yuan Realm.

Because he suspected that Ning Qi had been born knowing. Perhaps while still in swaddling clothes back then, he had already perceived some things. Rather than hide it, it was better to speak frankly and openly. This way, it could instead prevent Ning Qi from bottling it up alone in his heart. He was worried that Ning Qi would give birth to Obsession and develop a Heart Demon.

On the path of martial arts, if one had a Heart Demon and could not remove it, then one was almost half-crippled.

Ning Qi bowed respectfully.

"Master, your Disciple understands."

"Your Disciple will not forget the hatred of my family's annihilation, but your Disciple will not act impulsively either. When my strength has been accomplished in the future, I will certainly destroy those culprits."

Ning Qi said firmly.

He had Max Level Comprehension. No matter what, there was no need for him to hurry.

Now that he knew the target, he would be even less anxious.

"Blood Rain Pavilion..."

In his heart, he slowly chewed over this name.

Dragon Mountain Daoist stroked his beard in relief.

"That is good. Since you have now stepped into Inner Yuan, from now on, if you need anything, tell your master directly. As for now, your master will speak with you further about cultivation in the Inner Yuan Realm..."

Ning Qi smiled and sat cross-legged across from Dragon Mountain Daoist.

He assumed the posture of listening.

Dragon Mountain Daoist spoke in an unhurried flow, while Ning Qi would raise different Insights from time to time. Each one left Dragon Mountain Daoist speechless, both astonished and gratified in his heart. He discovered that there was less and less he could teach Ning Qi. Perhaps the only thing he could do was create a good environment for Ning Qi.

A long time passed.

Looking at Ning Qi leaving with his hands behind his back like a little adult.

Dragon Mountain Daoist stroked his beard in relief.

"To gain such a disciple—what more could a man ask for?"

Ning Qi sat inside the Seeking Dao Institute with his eyes closed.

His conversation with Dragon Mountain Daoist had benefited him greatly.

After learning that the culprit back then had been Blood Rain Pavilion, he did not grow impatient. Instead, he felt even more settled. At least now he had a target, unlike before, when all he had was an illusory assumption.

"Forget advancing to the Heaven-Human Realm. As long as I reach the Core Formation Realm, I could probably wipe out Blood Rain Pavilion with ease."

Ning Qi had never gone all out, but his actual combat strength among those of the same realm was extraordinarily exaggerated. Cross-Realm Battle was no difficult matter for him either. One day, when he set foot in the Gang Yuan Realm, there was an eight or nine out of ten chance that he could battle someone in the Heaven-Human Realm.

He did not dwell on this for long.

Ning Qi began to look inward at himself.

"Inner Strength and the physical body have already completely forged a connection. Judging from Master's cultivation experience, the physical body's initial transformation won't take too long. I can make it in time for the year-end."

Without hesitation.

Ning Qi began to eat.

Exotic beast meat, Three-Leaf Lingzhi, Hundred-Year Ginseng, Blood Essence Fruit... Many great tonics were eaten by Ning Qi. He did not eat quickly, but he was very steady. Before long, everything prepared had been swallowed clean.

He felt his stomach was a little stretched.

Ning Qi had long since instructed White Ape to protect him.

Inside the True Martial Sect, it was also very safe.

The door was locked, and Ning Qi slowly lay down.

His aura declined at a speed visible to the naked eye, his complexion turning pale, then gray and dark. His originally lustrous skin also became dim and withered. In just a short while, Ning Qi slowly became like a corpse.

He had begun the first "death" of his physical body.

Only when the physical body gained new life amid withered silence could it reach an ultimate transformation.

This was very dangerous, but Ning Qi had the Great Dream Nine Deaths Technique protecting his path.

At this moment.

All the great tonics he had swallowed were already beginning to take effect, transforming into the deepest reaches of his physical body in a wondrous way.

A miraculous change arose within Ning Qi's physical body.

Outside the house.

White Ape sensed something. His pupils were full of worry, but he held back the impulse to go in and check.

Ning Qi had told him that he would be entering seclusion and had White Ape protect him.

White Ape made up his mind. For the next few days, he would go nowhere and would simply wait for Ning Qi to wake.

Time drifted by.

The festive atmosphere on True Martial Mountain grew heavier and heavier, and the year-end drew ever closer. Especially after Luo Wentian proposed the True Martial Year-End Grand Competition, it made the disciples rub their fists and wipe their palms, eager to try.

By comparison, the Seeking Dao Institute seemed rather deserted.

Every day, White Ape would listen outside the house for any movement.

But there was not the slightest breath inside the room, as if no one were there at all. This made him endlessly anxious, yet he did not dare defy Ning Qi.

Fortunately.

This anxiety did not last too long.

After seven days.

A familiar trace of aura appeared inside the house once more.

White Ape was overjoyed.

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