Cultivating with Top Enlightenment

Ning Qi was taken aback; had he not held back at the last moment, he might have slapped this person to death.

Meanwhile, Qin Yun was in disbelief. "So strong?" "Gang Essence Realm! Such terrifying capability—this person must be a Gang Essence Realm expert!"

He never imagined that besides his master Taoist Longshan, the True Martial Sect would have a second Gang Essence Realm master.

No wonder he dared to call himself the foundation of the True Martial Sect.

At this moment, his heart was filled with indescribable bitterness.

A Gang Essence Realm expert guarding his junior brother...

But that slap had also dispersed much of his jealousy and malice, and he gradually regained clarity, realizing he had committed such a foolish act, pretending to attack his junior brother at night to gauge his true cultivation.

But it was too late for regret now.

Seeing the middle-aged Taoist approaching step by step, Qin Yun knew he was certainly no match; if captured, he would be ashamed to face his master and fellow disciples.

He gritted his teeth.

Reached from his bosom and pulled out two black spheres, hurling them at Ning Qi.

Ning Qi instinctively dodged.

Boom!

A muffled explosion sounded, and the black spheres exploded, a large amount of white smoke enveloping his front. An intuitive sense of danger arose in Ning Qi’s mind, knowing the other party intended to flee.

With a light step, he instantly passed through the white smoke.

Ning Qi looked into the distance, seeing the man in black had already run quite a distance.

But it didn’t matter; with the speed of his Misty Dragon Roaming Step, catching up with the man in black was extremely simple.

However,

Ning Qi only chased for a few breaths before he stood still, not pursuing further.

A complex expression rose in his eyes as he recognized the person’s identity.

After the malice temporarily receded, the black qi retracted into the body, and the characteristics of Qin Yun’s inner strength became particularly apparent, especially as he was fleeing with all his might, not bothering to hide his body technique. Ning Qi could see it all clearly. "It’s the eighth brother..." "Why would he? Could it be that he came to find me..."

Looking at Qin Yun’s attire, combined with everything he had seen today about discussions on the heart demon.

Ning Qi speculated that perhaps Qin Yun had developed a heart demon, wanting to probe his own capabilities.

He was just suppressed by one of Ning Qi’s palms.

He felt somewhat relieved that he had held back; otherwise, if he had slapped Qin Yun to death, it would have been an unbearable regret for a lifetime. Although Qin Yun harbored the thought of visiting at night, he ultimately didn’t carry any killing intent.

With the current injuries, a period of recuperation would suffice. "The heart demon arises; he might not even realize what he’s doing. The eighth brother is trapped in his obsession, wanting the True Martial Sect to thrive in his hands. He can accept that the sect has geniuses but cannot accept someone more talented than him."

Ning Qi sighed, having deduced the cause and effect.

He was somewhat at a loss as to how to proceed. Qin Yun posed no threat to him, but Qin Yun himself could be somewhat dangerous in this state.

Moments later, he made a decision.

At the very least, he had to inform Taoist Longshan about the night’s events, to see if there might be a way to address Qin Yun’s heart demon.

Ning Qi performed the Body Shifting and Bone Changing, returning to his true appearance.

A patrolling disciple arrived upon hearing the sound, and Ning Qi simply smiled, explaining he was just experimenting with martial arts and it got a bit loud. ...

Meanwhile, Qin Yun,

Once he sensed that the mysterious middle-aged Taoist wasn’t pursuing him, let out a quiet sigh of relief. "Why didn’t he chase me?"

Qin Yun was puzzled. "Perhaps it’s due to the man’s duties, preventing him from leaving that area casually?"

Yet, he couldn’t fathom that the True Martial Sect’s foundation that suppressed him with a single palm would be Ning Qi.

But soon, his heart was filled with endless remorse. "Was I influenced by that cultivation technique again?" "How could I do something so vile to Jiu? I’ve failed as an elder brother."