Qingnu's Successful Revenge, Whatever the Truth Behind It, Was Ultimately a Good Thing

Zhu Yin put the nine earth-yellow pears into his sleeve, rose, and left the pavilion.

He first went to the Spirit Medicine Garden and tended to the spiritual plants.

Afterward, he began studying the Witch Clan's secret art of brewing wine.

Drinking tea and cultivating the Dao, restoring mountain ranges, brewing wine and setting formations, tempering his body, accumulating mana, imparting teachings and techniques...

Zhu Yin settled peacefully on Spirit Platform Mountain and cultivated with wholehearted focus. His days were tranquil and carefree, while his heart grew ever clearer and more detached.

Meanwhile, the immortals who had attended the previous auction gradually returned to their own caves and dojos. Rumors of the "Water-Moon Osmanthus" and "Undying Spirit Wine" began to spread between the various cultivation grounds.

The Hundred Treasures Hall's reputation grew louder and louder. Even quite a few Primordial Unity Golden Immortals began to remember the place.

Even in prosperous lands such as the eastern Primordial Wilderness and the Eastern Sea, those proud Primordial Unity Golden Immortals began to acknowledge that the Hundred Treasures Hall truly had its merits. One after another, they became interested in that "once every ten thousand years" auction.

Even the Heavenly Court had heard whispers of it.

Quite a few Demon Race generals at the Primordial Unity level began considering taking part.

One had to know that even the lofty Heavenly Court, which controlled the stars and heavens, could obtain only an extremely limited amount of Three Lights Divine Water over ten thousand years.

Countless Great Principle demon gods fought over it. Even Dijun and Eastern Emperor Taiyi, those two Quasi-Sages, occasionally needed to use a few drops. There were too many wolves and too little meat.

Forget Primordial Unity demon generals—even ordinary Great Principle demon gods might not receive any.

Naturally, Zhu Yin knew nothing of these rumors from the outside world.

He was immersed in a period of self-sufficiency and comfortable cultivation.

His mana grew increasingly profound, his Dao body became stronger, his Primordial Spirit clearer. His cultivation was steadily advancing toward Great Principle Golden Immortal Perfection, and his divine abilities and spells were becoming ever more powerful.

His progress in formations and winemaking, in particular, was advancing by leaps and bounds.

Spirit Platform Mountain's mountain-protecting grand formation was improved once again, its power doubling.

Although he had yet to successfully brew the legendary "Great Principle Spirit Wine," the Primordial Unity Spirit Wine he brewed now had a richer flavor and more wondrous effects. He had taken another step closer to his goal.

Time flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, two thousand years had passed.

On this day, Zhu Yin suddenly felt something.

He looked into the distance, his gaze passing through layer upon layer of space before finally settling upon the Ten-Thousand Mountains.

Because he had left a Primordial Spirit mark on Qingnu, even billions of miles apart, he could clearly sense her condition and even see what was happening around her.

After leaving Spirit Platform Mountain, Qingnu had returned to the Ten-Thousand Mountains.

Though her hatred towered to the heavens, she had not allowed fury to cloud her mind.

She understood that charging in directly would only mean death. She had to make preparations first.

Though she no longer feared death, she did not wish to throw away her life before avenging herself.

She first moved about outside the mountains, deliberately leaving behind traces of her movements and luring a Primordial Unity Golden Immortal of the Golden Blade Mantis Clan to pursue and kill her.

She led them into a killing formation she had set up in advance and killed that Golden Immortal first.

Then, once the Primordial Unity expert broke out of the formation, she swung her sword and fought without hesitation.

At that moment, she had no concerns whatsoever. She sought only revenge!

Even if blood stained her body and wounds covered her from head to toe, she swung her sword madly, never retreating half a step!

She seemed to transform into a fiendish demon, attacking desperately and trading wound for wound.

The enemy's blood made her more excited the longer she fought, while her sword intent grew ever purer and sharper.

There was only one belief in her heart... revenge!

In the end, surrounded and attacked by two Primordial Unity Golden Immortals, she killed one of them instead!

Bathed head to toe in blood, her killing intent soared to the heavens.

The other enemy was actually intimidated by her bearing, and doubt rose in his heart.

Seizing his hesitation, Qingnu forcefully endured a blow, turned, and cut him down.

After that battle, her cyan robes had been completely dyed with blood, their original appearance nearly unrecognizable.

She was on her last breath, yet her eyes were exceptionally bright.

She drank half the Undying Spirit Wine, burned the corpses, then turned and departed with the spoils of battle.

The Golden Blade Mantis Clan was enraged and dispatched even more experts to hunt her down.

But she had long since vanished without a trace.

A hundred years later, she appeared in the Ten-Thousand Mountains once more, her bloodstained robes fluttering as she slaughtered enemies with sword in hand.

Sword light fell like rain, and fresh blood sprayed through the air.

This time, she killed more than ten thousand enemies and slew three Primordial Unity experts in succession!

Her sword intent became even stronger, but her injuries also became heavier.

She drank the remaining half flask of Undying Spirit Wine, then drifted away once again.

A hundred years later, Qingnu appeared once more.

She wore blood-red battle robes, her expression cold and indifferent. The longsword in her hand was even sharper and more ruthless.

This time, she slew tens of thousands more enemies, desperately trading life for life and killing five Primordial Unity Golden Immortals.

Although she no longer had the divine wine that could bring the dead back to life to heal her wounds, she herself had grown stronger. Instead, her injuries were lighter than during the previous two battles.

During the first bloody battle, her sword heart was tempered.

During the second bloody battle, her sword intent deepened.

During the third bloody battle, her sword Dao advanced ever further.

After three great battles, as well as three thousand years of slaughter and flight, Qingnu had long since undergone a complete transformation.

She entered seclusion for five hundred years to heal, then cultivated in secret for another thousand years.

When she emerged once more, both her cultivation and Dao heart had greatly broken through. She had already entered the realm of Perfected Primordial Unity, and her sword Dao was nearing perfection as well.

Her sole regret was that she still had not touched that sliver of true meaning within the "Great Principle Sword Dao."

Though the Golden Blade Mantis Clan possessed deep foundations and an ancient inheritance, its reproductive abilities were limited. There were only around a million clan members, and merely a little over thirty Primordial Unity Golden Immortals among them.

Yet Qingnu alone had slaughtered nearly a hundred thousand clan members before and after, while one-third of their Primordial Unity Golden Immortals had died.

When the clan's ancestor finally returned and discovered that calamity had descended upon them, he was instantly furious and began searching frantically for Qingnu's whereabouts.

Yet while he was searching everywhere for her, that blood-robed figure had already quietly infiltrated the Golden Blade Mantis Clan's nest and passed through the mountain-protecting grand formation with astonishing ease.

Her sword intent shot into the heavens. With one sweep of her sword, blood and carnage filled the air.

The Qingnu who had now shed her old skin and exchanged her bones had long since cast aside all restraint, embarking on a ruthless massacre.

With one sword strike, Mysterious Immortals fell, Golden Immortals lost their heads, and Primordial Unity experts were gravely injured. Blood flowed through the ancestral grounds like a river, while corpses piled up into mountains.

She was like an ancient war goddess who controlled slaughter, her killing aura awe-inspiring, every sword carrying the breath of destruction.

At this moment, she seemed to return to the day the Golden Ant Clan had been destroyed, with nothing before her eyes but a sea of corpses and a rain of blood.

Some exploded in midair, while others were cleaved in two by her sword.

Screams, furious roars, and pleas for mercy rose and fell one after another.

The scene was like a reenactment of that day, except the roles had changed.

The former victim had now raised her blade for revenge; the former butchers had become lambs awaiting slaughter.

Thoughts surged in Qingnu's heart. The bloody memories of that year grew ever clearer. The more she thought, the more she hated; the more she killed, the more exhilarated she became. The sword edge in her hand grew ever fiercer.

With one sword strike, several thousand Golden Blade Mantises died unnatural deaths.

With another strike, a mountain peak collapsed outright.

There was simply no one among them who could face Qingnu alone.

On one hand, their ancestor was absent. On the other, the other Perfected Primordial Unity experts had also gone out to hunt Qingnu down.

Who could have imagined that she would take the initiative to attack their doorstep?

Originally, more than a dozen Primordial Unity Golden Immortals joining forces should have been enough to stop her.

Yet what left everyone bewildered was that those seemingly intact restrictions were like paper before Qingnu. Even the power of their joint attacks was greatly weakened, leaving them helpless to be slaughtered by her.

Even stranger, this clan territory was connected to their ancestor's fate and fortune. They had sent signals for aid, yet neither their ancestor nor the other elders ever appeared.

The Primordial Unity experts guarding the clan finally realized that something was wrong, and chills ran through their entire bodies.

They understood that Qingnu might have a terrifying existence behind her, one even stronger than their ancestor.

They were finished.

On Spirit Platform Mountain, Zhu Yin stood within the pavilion and gazed into the distance.

He had naturally seen through the issue long before even the Primordial Unity cultivators could detect it.

Though the distance was too great for him to sense everything clearly, he was a Quasi-Sage's disciple and had reached Great Principle Perfection. His powers of observation were extraordinarily sharp.

Even he would need to expend some effort to forcibly break the Golden Blade Mantis Clan's mountain-protecting grand formation.

Yet Qingnu could enter and leave it with ease, unless...

A Quasi-Sage expert was helping her from behind the scenes.

Moreover, the collective abnormalities among those Primordial Unity experts further confirmed his guess.

"Could it be that the Golden Blade Mantis ancestor accidentally angered a Quasi-Sage, only to have someone kill with a borrowed knife and use Qingnu to wipe out the entire clan?"

Zhu Yin thought to himself.

Other than a Quasi-Sage, no one could evade the senses of an expert like him while personally guiding Qingnu.

Whatever the truth behind it, Qingnu's successful revenge was ultimately a good thing.