Chapter 10

Qin Ming carried the heavy stone jar around to deliver goods, and this time Zhang Dong didn’t dare to mess with the arrangements again. Because the delivery was late, he inevitably faced the scolding and ridicule of the senior disciples. However, Qin Ming ignored it all, put down the goods, and hurried back to cultivate.

In just one night, his realm had advanced to the Fourth Heaven, and his essence, energy, and spirit had all improved, significantly enhancing his strength. However, since it wasn’t a normal breakthrough, his realm wasn’t very stable, and the spiritual energy in his meridians wasn’t abundant.

The best way to recover would be to eat some spirit herbs or spirit fruits.

So, taking the opportunity to deliver goods, Qin Ming came near the Medicine Mountain again to see if the Snake Heart Fruit was still there.

The mountain wall was covered with thick green vines, tangled together in a mess. Numerous venomous snakes and large pythons were hidden among the vines, their numbers unknown. Without careful observation, it was hard to distinguish between the vines and the snakes.

The Snake Heart Fruit was hidden in a very concealed spot. If it weren’t for the coincidence yesterday, he might not have seen it.

"I’ll come back tonight to pick it." Qin Ming confirmed that the Snake Heart Fruit was still there and prepared to leave, knowing he couldn’t stay for long.

At this moment, the Asura Blade in his dantian suddenly trembled, and a black mist spread over the sea of qi, as if warning of something.

Qin Ming quickly hid in the dense forest.

What’s going on?

Is someone nearby?

The Asura Blade trembled more intensely, and the black mist enveloped the sky above the sea of qi.

Wait, what’s that?

Qin Ming was surprised as he looked at the vines on the stone wall. A small golden snake slowly poked its head out, flicking its crimson tongue. Its tiny eyes turned and soon fixed on the place where Qin Ming was hiding.

A spirit beast?!

Qin Ming was startled. There was actually a spirit beast.

No wonder so many snakes and pythons were surrounding the Snake Heart Fruit without eating it; it was being guarded by a spirit beast.

Is this Snake Heart Fruit not from the Medicine Mountain, but the spirit beast’s?

The golden snake slowly coiled around the Snake Heart Fruit, staring at Qin Ming, declaring its ownership.

"I knew it, how could a medium-grade spirit fruit be obtained so easily?" Qin Ming hesitated. Should he still come tonight? If it were just ordinary snakes and pythons, he could easily deal with them and leave without a trace. But that small golden snake was clearly a spirit beast, and with his current strength, it would be difficult to handle it easily. If it came to a stalemate, he might be surrounded by the Medicine Mountain disciples.

"Let’s wait! I’ll come back when I’m stronger!"

Qin Ming suppressed his desire for the Snake Heart Fruit, left the Medicine Mountain, and returned to the warehouse to cultivate steadily.

His meridians lacked spiritual energy, so he could only slowly absorb it from the天地间.

This minor setback didn’t affect Qin Ming’s mood. At least he knew the Snake Heart Fruit wasn’t from the Medicine Mountain but belonged to the spirit beast, so he didn’t have to worry about being troubled by the Medicine Mountain afterward.

...

The *Dàyǎn Sword Canon* and the *Dàyǎn Ancient Sword* were placed in front of him.

The long-awaited martial technique!

The long-awaited weapon!

Qin Ming lifted the ancient sword, pointing it diagonally at the sky. In the bright sunlight, it emitted a cold, dazzling light. He was overwhelmed with excitement and let out a clear whistle, brandishing the sword to create a flurry of sword flowers.

The ancient sword seemed to be forged from a single piece of divine iron, seamless and perfectly integrated. It was elegant and majestic, ancient yet sharp. Even when placed casually, it exuded a sword aura. Once he created the sword flowers, the sharp sword qi swept through the courtyard, leaving fine scratches on the stones and trees.

A divine weapon!

Qin Ming gripped it tightly and danced with it passionately. However, after a while, the sword became colder and heavier, and his right hand and arm began to feel numb and sore. Despite his confidence in his physical strength and power, he could only use it for a short time.

"The Sword Canon! The Ancient Sword! The Asura Blade! These are not things I can use casually at my current level." Qin Ming was not discouraged but rather invigorated, grateful for the old man’s gift.

Such a grand gift made him feel unworthy.

"Mountain and River Heavy Sword!"

"One sword to sever the mountains and rivers!"

Qin Ming put down the *Dàyǎn Ancient Sword* and began to focus on comprehending the *Dàyǎn Sword Canon*. The sword canon was still resistant. To see the words clearly and understand the meridian circulation, he had to concentrate intensely, with no room for any distractions. Otherwise, the words would blur, and the diagrams would distort, leading to errors in comprehension.

Although Qin Ming had never seen a real martial technique, he knew that cultivation must be precise. A single word or meridian misunderstood could have severe consequences.

This was especially true for the *Dàyǎn Sword Canon*, a mystical martial technique that required even greater caution.

Qin Ming locked himself in the warehouse, not wanting to be disturbed by anyone.

He read each word and studied each meridian.

The "Mountain and River Heavy Sword" was just the first move, but it had hundreds of words of explanation and a complex meridian circulation.

From noon to afternoon, and then to midnight, Qin Ming was fully focused on comprehending it.

The mental strain was severe, and he had to continuously use the *Life Absorption Technique* to absorb life energy to recover and continue his studies.

For five consecutive days, Qin Ming delivered goods in the morning, continued to train his physical strength, and then devoted his afternoons and evenings to diligently studying the "Mountain and River Heavy Sword." The more he studied, the more amazed he became. The subtlety of the sword technique and its increasing power left him in awe.

He specially made a handwritten copy of the first move and gave it to Cai Yi, who would pass it on to Yue Qing, repeatedly instructing her to burn it after reading.

Such a mystical sword technique should not be kept to himself.

"What are you doing here?" Qin Ming had just returned to the warehouse after delivering goods and found Zhang Dong standing in front of the iron gate, hands behind his back, head tilted, and eyes squinted, as annoying as ever.

Zhang Dong shook the large lock on the iron gate: "Is this warehouse yours? You lock the door when delivering goods?"

"Say what you need to say, or get lost."

"You..."

Qin Ming’s eyes turned cold: "I haven’t settled the score with you over Zhao Min’s incident. Don’t provoke me."

Zhang Dong mumbled: "What Zhao Min incident? I don’t understand."

"Get lost." Qin Ming lifted the stone jar and walked toward the iron gate.

"You damn..."

Zhang Dong wanted to act tough but lost his nerve after a few grumbles: "I’m here to assign you a task. Get ready and prepare to leave."

"Where to?"

"Meet at the training ground. The Medicine Mountain disciples are going out to gather herbs today, and the sect has arranged some senior disciples to protect them."

"Protect the Medicine Mountain disciples while they gather herbs? Are you out of your mind?"

Zhang Dong sneered: "You? Not qualified! I heard they needed a logistics servant, so I specially recommended you."

"What trick are you up to?" Qin Ming glared at him, clenching his fists.

"You’re a genius among the many servants of our Qingyun Sect. Strong, brave, and even a Spirit Warrior. Who else should I recommend?" Zhang Dong took a step back, fearing Qin Ming’s punch. "You have half an hour to prepare. Go to me to get the tools."

The Medicine Mountain often sent teams out to gather herbs, venturing deep into the Yunluo Forest to find precious herbs to enrich the Medicine Mountain’s spirit herbs and fruits. The Medicine Mountain disciples were generally very strong and could handle the dangers outside, but to ensure safety, the Qingyun Sect always arranged many senior disciples, and sometimes even personal disciples, to lead the teams.

However, it was unheard of for servants to accompany them.

Qin Ming brought the *Dàyǎn Ancient Sword*, wrapped it in three layers of animal skin to conceal its intimidating sword aura, and secretly hid nine short knives in his waist. After everything was prepared, he went to Zhang Dong to get the tools.

A large iron barrel over two meters tall, filled with various tools and enough dry rations, weighed about 700 kilograms.

Qin Ming carried the iron barrel, balanced it on his back, and walked steadily to the Tenth Training Ground.

The training ground was already crowded with over a hundred disciples, including more than twenty Medicine Mountain disciples. They wore silver-white robes with green herbal patterns on their chests, symbols of their nobility and status.

Few dared to provoke the Medicine Mountain disciples in the Qingyun Sect, and the Medicine Mountain disciples, to maintain their mystique, rarely interacted with other disciples.

About seventy to eighty senior disciples were responsible for protecting them, generally around twenty years old, with realms above the Sixth Heaven of the Spirit Warrior stage.

Qin Ming climbed the stone steps and stopped as soon as he entered the training ground.

Zhao Min?

Why is she in the protection team?

Zhao Min stood in the crowd, charming and beautiful, smiling gently, very eye-catching. The light breeze played with her smooth hair and lifted her long skirt, revealing her round, slender legs. Many disciples were surrounding her, trying to win her favor, their eyes burning with desire. Even many Medicine Mountain disciples couldn’t resist the temptation and joined in the conversation.

"Hey? Isn’t that Qin Ming? What are you doing here?" Zhao Min looked at Qin Ming in surprise as he approached.

Qin Ming? Many disciples turned to look.

A clean-faced Medicine Mountain disciple smiled: "Qin Ming is here to serve as our logistics servant."

"Logistics servant? What does that mean?" Zhao Min walked out of the crowd, her graceful movements and alluring demeanor captivating everyone. Her figure was curvaceous, full, and tight, with a very alluring figure. Many male disciples couldn’t help but swallow their saliva, looking forward to the journey ahead.

"Previously, we carried our own tools and food. This time, with Qin Ming, everyone can put their burdens on him. This is the person Zhang Dong recommended to me, a genius among the servants of our Qingyun Sect, strong, brave, and a Spirit Warrior."

"Oh, I see. Then we won’t be polite." Zhao Min walked to Qin Ming and casually threw her small bag into the iron barrel.

"This time, we can reduce our load. Come on, put your things in here." Many disciples threw their bags and unnecessary items into the iron barrel, which, already weighing 700 kilograms, gradually increased to over a thousand kilograms.

Qin Ming stood still, understanding the situation. It was Zhao Min’s arrangement through Zhang Dong!

This woman wants to harm me in the forest.