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.”
The circulation of this intelligence caused the whole cultivation domain of Jiang Country to descend into an eerie quiet.
Superficially, it looked like a resounding success.
However, those with even a touch of insight realized—
This was merely the tranquility preceding a tempest.
In the remote frontiers of Liang Country, a vast mountain chain sprawled without end, akin to a slumbering dragon twisting about.
Right in its midst—
Golden Dragon Ridge.
Within a shadowy subterranean chamber, a dim, wavering Nascent Soul drifted aloft.
Its presence fluctuated wildly, its shape shattered.
It turned out to be—
Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun.
“Damn it… Xuanjian… Yun Jianfeng…”
His tone rasped harshly, overflowing with bitterness that permeated the atmosphere.
Beneath him, various black-garbed individuals prostrated themselves in silence.
They refrained from uttering a word.
They even held their breaths shallowly.
“Two Nascent Soul cultivators… ambushing me…”
He chuckled with icy disdain.
“A freshly ascended Nascent Soul… and he has the audacity…”
His presence erupted fiercely for an instant—
Only to falter abruptly once more.
The chamber plunged into hush.
After an extended pause—
One black-robed senior ventured to inquire:
“Zhenjun… your injuries…”
“Silence.”
The Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun’s tone grew frigid.
“My wounds do not concern you.”
“…Yes.”
Another senior advanced.
“Zhenjun, with Jiang Country now boasting two Nascent Soul True Monarchs… ought we to pause our schemes for now?”
“Pause?”
The Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun emitted a deep, sinister chuckle.
“You believe… this marks the conclusion?”
His Nascent Soul shimmered—
And a dreadful wave of viciousness diffused across the chamber.
“They obliterated my physical form.”
“They assume I’ll cower for a century?”
“Idiots.”
A subtle, ghostly gleam surfaced in his gaze.
“On this occasion… I merely forfeited a husk.”
“Yet I acquired something infinitely more captivating…”
The seniors traded looks.
Not one presumed to probe deeper.
Within a serene training room—
A abrupt quiver rippled through the atmosphere.
“Boom—!”
Spiritual power churned fiercely, swirling into a whirlpool that ascended heavenward.
In the heart of the whirlpool—
A silhouette positioned itself in lotus stance.
Her presence—
Was ascending.
Swiftly.
Irresistibly.
“Condense!”
Lu Changsheng’s words resounded inside the spiritual ocean.
In that instant—
Chu Qingyi’s nascent inner core, which had been solidifying steadily, abruptly experienced a profound shift.
The pair of energies—
Qingyun Sword Technique.
Seven Luminaries Great Freedom Sword Scripture.
No longer simply abiding side by side—
They commenced merging.
Utterly.
—
“Hummm—!”
A crisp, vibrating sword tone echoed.
Inside her Qi Ocean—
A golden core started to manifest.
Yet distinct from typical Golden Cores—
This one gleamed with twin luminosities.
One aspect—pure and insubstantial like drifting mists.
The other—keen and brilliant like stellar rays.
“Dual-aspect Golden Core…”
Even Lu Changsheng found himself astonished.
“This…”
“This verges on a high-grade core already…”
Chu Qingyi’s eyebrows quivered faintly.
Her awareness delved completely into the metamorphosis.
Sword intent billowed.
Dao patterns wove together.
In that instant—
Her Sword Heart vibrated in harmony.
—
“Crack…”
A subtle noise reverberated.
Then—
“Boom!!!”
The Golden Core solidified entirely.
A formidable burst of sword intent exploded forth—
Even Lu Changsheng’s spirit quaked mildly.
“This might…”
He squinted his eyes.
“She didn’t simply forge a Golden Core…”
“She transcended it.”
The heavens over Qingyun Sect abruptly altered.
Clouds amassed.
Lightning glinted subtly.
“Is someone achieving a breakthrough?!”
“Such formidable sword intent—perhaps a senior?!”
“No… this presence seems… novel…”
Various seniors materialized airborne, their faces solemn.
One among them abruptly expanded his eyes.
“…It originates from Chu Qingyi’s dwelling.”
“What?!”
Chu Qingyi gradually unveiled her eyes.
Her irises—
Now bore a subtle hint of celestial glow.
Her presence had utterly evolved.
Graceful.
Incisive.
Impenetrable.
She regarded Lu Changsheng.
For an instant—
No words passed between them.
Afterward—
She averted her sight modestly.
“…Thank you.”
Her tone was gentle.
But on this occasion—
It held a novel quality.
No longer mere appreciation.
Rather something profounder.
More intricate.
Lu Changsheng offered a slight smile.
“You accomplished it through your own efforts.”
Chu Qingyi inclined her head faintly.
“Without your guidance… I couldn’t have attained this level.”
A momentary quiet ensued.
Subsequently—
She voiced once more.
“…Regarding my earlier thoughts…”
Lu Changsheng arched a brow.
“Oh?”
Chu Qingyi’s face tinted with a blush.
Yet this time—
She refused to evade.
Instead, she confronted his stare squarely.
“…Never mind.”
“…We’ll discuss it in due time.”
At the identical juncture—
The Heavenly Fiend Zhenjun abruptly unveiled his eyes.
A peculiar grin crept over his features.
“…Yet another…”
“A fresh Golden Core… bearing such sword intent…”
“…Fascinating.”
His tone chilled.
“Exceedingly fascinating.”
“Maybe…”
“This could become my chance.”