Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family Chapter 1112 – The Storm Before the Dragon Ridge (3)
“…It might take him a hundred years to fully recover.”
As this news circulated widely, the cultivation realm across Jiang Country descended into an odd hush.
At a superficial look, it resembled a grand success.
Yet those with any insight realized—
It was simply the lull preceding a fierce gale.
In the secluded edges of Liang Country, a vast mountain chain sprawled without end, akin to a twisting serpent.
At its center—
Golden Dragon Ridge.
Within a gloomy subterranean chamber, a pale, trembling Nascent Soul lingered suspended above.
Its presence wavered unsteadily, its structure broken.
This was precisely—
Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun.
“Damn it… Xuanjian… Yun Jianfeng…”
His tone grated roughly, laden with bitterness that infused the surrounding atmosphere.
Beneath him, various black-clad figures bowed in mute deference.
Daring not to voice anything.
Daring not to exhale prominently.
“Two Nascent Soul cultivators… ambushing me…”
He sneered icily.
“A freshly formed Nascent Soul… and he presumes…”
His presence flared intensely for a brief spell—
Then abruptly diminished once more.
The chamber grew still.
Following a prolonged pause—
A black-robed elder tentatively uttered:
“Zhenjun… your injuries…”
“Silence.”
The Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun’s tone grew frosty.
“My injuries are not your concern.”
“…Yes.”
Another elder advanced.
“Zhenjun, seeing as Jiang Country possesses two Nascent Soul True Monarchs now… ought we to halt our strategies for the interim?”
“Withdraw?”
The Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun released a deep, sinister chuckle.
“You believe… this concludes it?”
His Nascent Soul wavered—
And a horrifying wave of hostility permeated the chamber.
“They destroyed my body.”
“They think I will seclude for a hundred years?”
“Fools.”
A dim, spectral gleam emerged in his gaze.
“This time… I merely sacrificed a husk.”
“But I acquired something vastly more captivating…”
The elders shared wary looks.
Not one ventured to inquire more.
Within a tranquil training space—
The air quaked unexpectedly.
“Boom—!”
Spiritual energy erupted fiercely, crafting a whirlpool that twisted skyward.
At the heart of the whirlpool—
A form remained seated in meditation.
Her presence—
Was climbing.
Swiftly.
Irrepressibly.
“Condense!”
Lu Changsheng’s command resounded through the spiritual sea.
In that instant—
Chu Qingyi’s developing core, progressing smoothly before, abruptly experienced a profound shift.
The twin flows of power—
Qingyun Sword Technique.
Seven Luminaries Great Freedom Sword Scripture.
Cessation of mere harmony—
They commenced to blend.
Utterly.
—
“Hummm—!”
A pure, vibrating sword chime echoed.
Inside her Qi Ocean—
A golden core started to materialize.
However, distinct from standard Golden Cores—
This gleamed with twofold brilliance.
One aspect—limpid and celestial like drifting vapors.
The other—piercing and radiant like stellar beams.
“Dual-aspect Golden Core…”
Even Lu Changsheng felt a surge of astonishment.
“This…”
“This is already nearing a superior-grade core…”
Chu Qingyi’s eyebrows quivered faintly.
Her awareness delved entirely into the alteration.
Sword intent swelled.
Dao patterns interlaced.
In that instant—
Her Sword Heart thrummed.
—
“Crack…”
A soft noise reverberated.
Subsequently—
“Boom!!!”
The Golden Core solidified entirely.
A dread wave of sword intent exploded externally—
Even Lu Changsheng’s soul quivered mildly.
“This power…”
He tightened his gaze.
“She didn’t just form a Golden Core…”
“She advanced beyond it.”
The firmament over Qingyun Sect altered abruptly.
Clouds amassed.
Lightning shimmered subtly.
“Is someone achieving a breakthrough?!”
“Such formidable sword intent—might it be an elder?!”
“No… this presence appears… strange…”
Multiple elders manifested aloft, countenances stern.
One of them suddenly bulged his eyes.
“…It’s originating from Chu Qingyi’s abode.”
“What?!”
Chu Qingyi gradually unveiled her eyes.
Her pupils—
Now held a subtle hint of starlight.
Her aura had fully evolved.
Elegant.
Sharp.
Unfathomable.
She regarded Lu Changsheng.
For a moment—
No words were exchanged.
Then—
She averted her sight a fraction.
“…Thank you.”
Her voice stayed gentle.
But this occasion—
Harboring a distinct element.
No longer solely appreciation.
But something profounder.
More intricate.
Lu Changsheng grinned lightly.
“You did it yourself.”
Chu Qingyi inclined her head marginally.
“If not for you… I wouldn’t have attained this level.”
A momentary quiet ensued.
Then—
She uttered further.
“…About what I was thinking earlier…”
Lu Changsheng lifted an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
Chu Qingyi’s face tinted with a soft red.
Yet this time—
She refrained from evasion.
Rather, she confronted his stare boldly.
“…Forget it.”
“…We’ll talk about it later.”
Concurrently—
The Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun abruptly revealed his eyes.
An peculiar smirk etched on his countenance.
“…Another one…”
“A new Golden Core… with such sword intent…”
“…Interesting.”
His tone chilled.
“Very interesting.”
“Perhaps…”
“This will be my opportunity.”