120: Chapter 119 Dreamlike Soul-Stirring

Yun Ming suspended himself in mid-air and slowly exhaled a breath of turbid Qi.

He looked down at his fist, then at the distant mountain range that had been punched through, and suddenly felt a hint of regret.

"I was too impulsive."

He murmured to himself.

If that punch had killed her, who would he find to break his mother's curse seal?

He shook his head, picked up Qin Wan who was leaning against a tree, and flew toward the direction where Jiang Yueling had fallen.

After crossing over a dozen mountain peaks that had been pierced through, he finally found her.

Jiang Yueling lay at the bottom of a massive crater, her entire body in a state of utter disarray.

That light-colored long dress had long since shredded into rags, barely hanging onto her body and covering very little. Her hair was as messy as dry grass, and her face was covered in dirt and blood. One side of her cheek was swollen high, looking as if a steamed bun had been stuffed inside. Half of the teeth in her mouth were missing, and bloody foam trickled from the corner of her lips.

Her eyes were rolled back, and she was unconscious.

Yun Ming landed on the edge of the crater, looking at the miserable state below with some surprise.

That had been a Serious Punch just now.

With an Early Golden Core Stage cultivation, a second-layer Body Refining Physical Body, and both the Cold Spring Jade Quenching Record and the Indestructible Body of Ten Thousand Tribulations trained to the second layer—the power of that punch even scared him. To think this person only fainted and didn't die?

Yun Ming squatted down and took a closer look.

Although most of her defensive Magic Treasures were shattered, that longan-sized spirit bead was still there. Though its treasure light was dim, it still stubbornly hovered above her head, casting a faint halo. That High Grade rank four Hairpin wasn't broken either, though it was covered in cracks and barely maintained its form.

Yun Ming clicked his tongue.

"People from Soul Transformation sects really do have a lot of life-saving treasures."

After a moment's thought, he simply took the Storage Ring off Jiang Yueling's hand.

He erased the Divine Sense.

The Divine Sense imprint on this Storage Ring was much stronger than the black-clothed Golden Core cultivator's from last time, but Yun Ming's current Divine Sense wasn't bad either. After spending half a tea's time, he finally wiped it clean.

His Divine Sense probed inside.

In the next instant, Yun Ming was nearly blinded by the sight within.

Spirit Stones piled up like mountains.

Magic Treasures beyond counting.

Medicinal Pills in a dazzling array.

Materials that were rare and precious.

Just among treasures of rank four and above, he saw several items.

Yun Ming's mouth twitched as he suppressed the urge to empty the whole thing and began rummaging through it.

Soon, he found a thin booklet—"Dream-Soul Tether."

This was the secret technique used to place the curse seal on Qin Wan.

Yun Ming flipped through it, scanned a few pages, and roughly understood the principle. He took out a enlightenment card from the System, and with a thought, the contents of the secret technique instantly flooded into his mind, becoming a part of him.

He had learned it.

Yun Ming put away the booklet and looked down at the unconscious Jiang Yueling.

He raised his hand and pinched a seal.

The same technique and the same curse seal landed on Jiang Yueling.

This was just in case. If this Young Miss tried any more tricks in the future, he would at least have some leverage.

After doing this, he took a few more items from Jiang Yueling's Storage Ring as compensation.

After thinking about it, he also took that longan-sized spirit bead. This bead was good; he could give it to his mother for self-defense.

Then he casually took a healing Medicinal Pill and stuffed it into Jiang Yueling's mouth.

It was rank four, so she probably wouldn't die.

Having finished all this, Yun Ming stood up, picked up Qin Wan, and flew away without looking back.

Back at the Immortal Cave, Yun Ming placed Qin Wan on the couch.

He raised his hand, pressed it against her brow, and probed with his spiritual power. The Dream-Soul Tether curse seal was still there, but for the current him, removing it was effortless.

As his spiritual power circulated, the curse seal slowly dissipated.

Qin Wan's eyelashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.

She looked at Yun Ming and blinked blankly. "I... why am I here? I seemed to have a dream just now, dreaming that I was serving tea and water to someone..."

Yun Ming smiled and handed her a cup of warm water. "Mother, you were too tired and fell asleep in the courtyard. I carried you in."

Qin Wan took the cup, took a sip, and frowned as she tried to think, but she still couldn't remember anything.

"I'm getting old, my memory is failing me." She shook her head and set down the cup. "Are you hungry? There's still warm food in the pot."

Yun Ming nodded. "I'm hungry."

Qin Wan stood up and went to the kitchen to bring out the dishes.

Yun Ming followed behind and sat down at the table.

The food was still warm, exactly the same as before he left.

Qin Wan served him food, nagging him to eat more, saying that Cultivating was hard work and he shouldn't starve himself.

Yun Ming agreed and lowered his head to eat.

Everything was as if nothing had happened.

The next day was calm and peaceful.

Yun Ming had originally thought that with that Young Miss's personality, she would surely cause an upheaval once she woke up. Reporting him, causing trouble, bringing people to his door—he had gone through all the possibilities in his mind.

However, nothing happened.

No one came to question him, no one looked for him, and no one even mentioned any news like "Immortal Master Yueling is injured."

Instead, there was movement from the Shenduan Sect's side.

The rank four Battleship set sail.

That behemoth slowly rose into the air, turned in the clouds, and headed toward the depths of the Ximing Continent. The formation runes on the hull glowed, and the muzzles of the spiritual power cannons gleamed coldly, carrying the Late Nascent Soul Stage True Lord Qingyue and the vast majority of the Disciples toward the true purpose of this trip—to eliminate the demonic cultivators and kill Cang Xuanzi.

Only a small group of people remained stationed at the Qingxuan Sect to maintain logistics.

And among those who stayed was Jiang Yueling.

It was said that True Lord Qingyue originally wanted to take her along. After all, it was a rare opportunity for actual combat; slaughter and tempering would be of great benefit to her mental growth. But Jiang Yueling refused, her reason being—she wanted to Cultivate diligently.

After hearing this, True Lord Qingyue was stunned for a moment, then nodded with gratification.

It seemed that the last defeat had indeed stimulated her. Knowing to strive for improvement was a good thing.

So she didn't force it, gave a few instructions, and left with the Battleship.

Only when the Battleship had completely disappeared into the end of the sea of clouds did Jiang Yueling dare to emerge from her Immortal Cave.

She had changed into a new dress, still graceful and possessing an outstanding temperament. But if one looked closely, they would find an incredibly clear fist print on her left cheek.

That fist print was deeply imprinted on her face; although the swelling had gone down, the outline was still distinct. The shape of the five fingers, the position of the knuckles, and even the marks left by the peaks of the fist were all crystal clear.

She had used spiritual power to nourish it for an entire night, and it only made the color fade a tiny bit.

"Damn it..."

Jiang Yueling gritted her teeth at the mirror.

This fist print wouldn't disappear for at least ten days to half a month.

But that wasn't what made her angriest.

What made her even angrier was that her Magic Treasures and artifacts—treasures she had worked so hard to save for so many years—were mostly shattered! That High Grade rank four Hairpin was cracked, that longan-sized yuxu condensing light bead had been taken, and other miscellaneous items were either broken or lost, with almost none left in good condition.

And then there was that Storage Ring...

When her Divine Sense probed inside, her face turned even darker.

Nearly half of the things inside were missing. Although the other party had some restraint and hadn't emptied her out, every single item taken was a masterpiece.

The absolute most unacceptable thing was—

She discovered a curse seal on her own body.

The Dream-Soul Tether.

The very curse seal she had placed on that Mortal had now been planted on her own body exactly as it was.

She had tried to break it, but she couldn't. That curse seal was incredibly bizarre; she had tried every method, but it wouldn't budge. This meant that as long as she fell asleep, the other party could do whatever they wanted to her.

Jiang Yueling took a deep breath, and then another, before she could barely suppress the urge to kill someone.

She had decided.

She was going to find that bastard and demand an explanation.

Putting on a veil to hide that embarrassing fist print, Jiang Yueling stepped out.