5: Sign in to the Carved Fist Cliff, Eight Desolate Fist

When the Qin Family heard Qin Ding’s words, they were also shocked. To complete what their ancestor could not with this sword, wasn’t that achieving the Immortal Emperor Realm?

To sweep across an era, Qin Ding already had the ambition to contend for the Emperor’s Path at this moment.

At the same time, countless terrifying Divine Thoughts emerged from the Qin Family Ancestral Land.

The owners of these Divine Thoughts were the hidden foundations of the Qin Family, and they were awakened by this Immortal Emperor’s personal sword.

“An Innate Dao Body, sweeping across an era. Truly worthy of being a Disciple of my Qin Family. Such boldness is commendable.”

A hoarse voice rang out, evidently an Old Ancestor speaking in praise.

“After so many years, the Qin Family has finally produced a peerless Prodigy. From now on, you shall be the Saint of my Qin Family.”

Another Old Ancestor spoke, causing countless tremors. This time, an Old Ancestor directly appointed Qin Ding as the Saint.

Qin Xinghong’s body trembled as if he had suffered a heavy blow. His gaze towards Qin Ding was filled with envy, Jealousy, and hatred.

As Qin Ding spoke, the Quasi-Immortal Emperor sword also voluntarily landed in his hand, its Sword Intent receding, signifying its recognition of him as its master and its submission.

The moment Qin Ding touched the sword, he also learned its name.

“Overlord Azure.”

After Overlord Azure recognized him, Qin Ding put it away.

Just as Qin Ding was about to leave, Qin Jianxin stepped forward, bowed, and said,

“This humble girl, Qin Jianxin, greets the Child of Qilin.”

Qin Jianxin?

Qin Ding didn’t know her. He had been in that sunless place, the Ancestral Land, and had no opportunity to interact with other Qin Family members.

However, this young woman was quite attractive, with delicate features, skin like congealed fat, and a slightly cool temperament. Qin Ding also sensed a faint Sword Intent about her.

“What’s up?” Qin Ding’s attitude was still amiable. Firstly, he was in a good mood. Secondly, although Qin Jianxin was still young, her development was already taking shape, showing the potential of a beauty.

“I wish to follow the Child of Qilin,” Qin Jianxin said, biting her jade-like teeth, a little nervously.

Qin Jianxin following Qin Ding?

Many people were suddenly startled. Qin Jianxin was also a Prodigy of the Qin Family. With her talent, she could become a Quasi-Saint Child in two more years and contend for the Saint position in the future. Yet, she chose to follow Qin Ding now.

“You want to follow me?” Qin Ding was slightly surprised.

“Yes,” Qin Jianxin said firmly.

She was willing to follow Qin Ding not only because of the monstrous talent he displayed but primarily because his Dao of the Sword talent had truly captivated her.

As a Dao of the Sword Genius, she was very proud of her path in the Dao of the Sword. Qin Ding, however, conquered her in the very area she was most proud of, which made her want to follow and pledge allegiance.

“Following me requires conditions. You can temporarily stay with me. I will give you a few years of probation. If I deem you qualified after the probation period, you can successfully follow me.” Qin Ding did not immediately agree.

The identity of a follower is very common on the Cang Continent, because every powerful individual needs some trusted subordinates, and followers are precisely these trusted subordinates of the powerful.

Therefore, when selecting followers, one must be extra cautious, as followers also represent one's own Face externally.

What Qin Ding worried about was accepting followers with extremely poor character. He wasn't as strict about strength, but he did have requirements for character.

“Yes,” Qin Jianxin agreed.

At this moment, an Immortal Sword floated over and landed beside Qin Jianxin, showing its submission.

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This scene instantly stunned the other Qin Family Disciples. Earlier, they had seen Qin Jianxin trigger the Immortal Sword’s resonance, but it hadn't recognized her as its master. Now, this Immortal Sword had actively presented itself, clearly not because of Qin Jianxin herself, but because she intended to follow Qin Ding.

That Immortal Sword was giving Face to Qin Ding.

But their Child of Qilin’s Face was too great, wasn’t it? Even before Qin Jianxin was officially a follower, this Immortal Sword was giving her so much Face.

Qin Wushuang saw all this and did not intervene. In his opinion, Qin Jianxin was indeed qualified to follow Qin Ding.

“Qin Ding, you’ve just received the Sword Intent Legacy. Go back and digest it,” Qin Wushuang thought, believing Qin Ding needed to properly digest it now.

“Father, aren’t there many Paths? I still want to try other Paths,” Qin Ding scratched his head and smiled.

Go back?

Are you kidding? He had finally been out for six years. He definitely wanted to check in at these famous Qin Family locations. How could he go back?

“Alright,” Qin Wushuang saw Qin Ding’s spirited appearance and thought he still needed to temper his arrogance.

While having an invincible heart was good, being too arrogant was self-important.

“Let’s go to the Carved Fist Cliff.”

The so-called Carved Fist Cliff was a cliff within the Qin Family territory. However, beneath the continuous cliff Face were many fist technique murals. These were left behind by generations of Qin Family fist technique masters for the Qin Family Disciples to study.

This time, with Qin Ding’s arrival, the Carved Fist Cliff also became lively. Many people followed from the Sword Tomb to watch the excitement, including Qin Xinghong.

“I don’t believe you can have such good talent in fist techniques.”

Qin Xinghong stared at Qin Ding from a distance with some Jealousy. At the same time, he also felt a sense of pride.

Because his personal strongest skill was fist techniques. When he first came to the Carved Fist Cliff, he felt as if he was born to practice fist techniques. At the age of eight, he comprehended Fist Intent, and at twelve, he could barely understand the best mural fist technique on the Carved Fist Cliff, the Eight Desolations Fist.

The Eight Desolations Fist was personally carved by a former Immortal King Old Ancestor of the Qin Family. It contained the Legacy of the Eight Desolations Fist comprehended by that Immortal King Old Ancestor.

Of course, very few people in the Qin Family could comprehend this Eight Desolations Fist. Let alone the younger generation, even the elders rarely comprehended it.

And he, Qin Xinghong, at the age of twelve, had already begun to vaguely understand some aspects of the Eight Desolations Fist. Now, he had even made some of his own progress in it.

He also relied on this Eight Desolations Fist to successfully ascend to the position of Quasi-Saint Child.

When Qin Ding arrived at the Carved Fist Cliff, the System’s voice rang in his mind.

“Ding! The System has detected that the host has arrived at the Qin Family’s Carved Fist Cliff. Do you wish to check in?”

Check in.

As Qin Ding confirmed, the System prompt sounded again.

“Congratulations, Host, for successfully checking in! You have obtained the Eight Desolations Fist.”

Subsequently, Qin Ding directly extracted it.

He was seen displaying his form beneath the Carved Fist Cliff, performing punches and kicks, executing a set of fist techniques as smoothly as flowing water.

As he performed the fist techniques, his Aura was grand and magnificent. Between the opening and closing of his hands, there was an intent to sweep across the Eight Desolations.

“Is that the Eight Desolations Fist?”

The Qin Family Disciples who came to watch couldn’t help but gasp.

How long had Qin Ding been here? Yet, he had directly comprehended the most powerful Eight Desolations Fist from the Carved Fist Cliff.

Qin Xinghong stumbled directly, looking at Qin Ding tremblingly, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

He was naturally most familiar with the Eight Desolations Fist. What Qin Ding displayed was indeed the Eight Desolations Fist, and it was at an extremely high Realm. Even he, who had some understanding of the Eight Desolations Fist, could not discern the Realm of Qin Ding’s current Eight Desolations Fist, clearly indicating that it far surpassed his own.

“Is this the Innate Dao Body?”

In an instant, Qin Xinghong nearly spat out blood, his entire mind in a daze and severely impacted.

In the fist techniques he was most proud of, his eight years of effort were not even as good as the other party staying for a while under the Carved Fist Cliff.

How could he compete? There was no way to compete.

At this moment, Qin Xinghong’s Jealousy and hatred towards Qin Ding suddenly diminished greatly.

Because when the gap between people is too vast, so vast that it leads to despair, even Jealousy and hatred are difficult to arise.