Rise to God with Life Skill Professions-Chapter 333 - 323: Battle for Great Success

Ke Mingzhe had already led Qin An out of the room, but Ji Cheng’s words made him tense up again.

As a Unity Realm expert, he had never felt so cautious as he did at this moment.

If the two were to fight now, the blame would surely fall on him.

But if they were to duel in the Sacred Primordial Sect’s secret realm tomorrow, then no matter the outcome, it would be a personal grudge and his responsibility could be completely avoided.

He absolutely did not want to see the two clash swords at this moment.

Just as Ke Mingzhe was about to smooth things over, Qin An turned back and gave Ji Cheng a cold glance, his gaze like a frosty blade cutting through.

"From Ding County to Lingzhou, and then to Xunyang Prefecture, those who have spoken to me like this already have their graves overgrown with wild grass," he said in a deep, cold voice. "You have commendable courage, but I hope you won’t be crying and begging for mercy tomorrow."

With that said, Qin An no longer paid attention to Ji Cheng, turning around and leaving the room.

Ke Mingzhe breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed, the two leaving together.

"Bang!"

The door closed.

Ji Cheng’s expression was uncertain.

After a long time, he sneered, tightly gripping the long sword at his waist.

...

The rooms in the Sacred Primordial Sect were naturally luxurious enough, and with Jin Fengyu standing behind Qin An, Ke Mingzhe did not dare slack off, residing only in the most top-notch luxurious rooms.

Each item in the room was valuable enough to support many people.

Qin An sat on the bed, never taking off the Cold Star at his waist.

In an unfamiliar environment, he did not relax.

However, recalling Ji Cheng’s attitude today, a cold gleam flashed in Qin An’s eyes.

He didn’t think much of Ji Cheng, who was like a mere clown.

Most of those who had threatened him had already been buried in the yellow earth.

What Qin An was really pondering was the matter of the mystical artifact "Ren Ji Zhen Yi".

"If I manage to seize the Ren Ji Zhen Yi tomorrow, then the grudge with Teacher Zhou Yuanfeng will be etched in stone."

Qin An tapped the edge of the bed with his fingertips, contemplating silently.

Currently facing many internal and external troubles, Carefree Mountain was eyeing him like a tiger, and there were even pseudo-god demons lurking around.

Apart from the vortex of intrigue in Xunyang Prefecture, he had also repeatedly offended Zhou Yuanfeng’s teacher.

Though Zhou Yuanfeng’s teacher had originally looked down on him, and he had gone along with the flow, people’s thoughts are complex, and no one knows what the other side is thinking.

Originally aligning himself with Jin Fengyu’s faction might not have been enough to make Zhou Yuanfeng’s teacher think too much.

But if he were to seize the Ren Ji Zhen Yi, then the teacher behind him would surely be enraged.

After all, no one would want to see their benefits taken by others.

Especially since the Ren Ji Zhen Yi could increase one’s strength to seize authority in the General Mansion.

Qin An’s move would destroy the teacher’s trump card.

"The Ren Ji Zhen Yi is of vital importance, concerning supreme heritage," Qin An’s eyes gleamed sharply, "I am determined to get it, even if it offends others."

"Only by advancing courageously and improving my strength early can I gain the power to protect myself standing above Xunyang Prefecture."

"By then, all intrigues will be nothing but paper to me."

With this thought, Qin An stopped thinking further.

Although he was sitting on the bed, as his True Essence circulated, the oil lamp on the table extinguished with a puff.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Qin An lay down on the bed, gradually falling asleep.

...

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the moon set and the stars scattered as dawn approached.

The morning light gilded the glazed tiles of the Sacred Primordial Sect, as the mountain gate gradually awoke.

After a simple wash, Qin An heard footsteps coming from outside the door.

In just a few breaths’ time, the footsteps grew distinct.

A knock on the door sounded.

A disciple of the Sacred Primordial Sect spoke in a low voice, "Mr. Qin, have you rested well?"

Qin An approached the door, opened it, and nodded, "I slept well."

The disciple of the Sacred Primordial Sect kept his head lowered, not daring to meet the eyes of this Mountain Patrol Silver General, "The Sect Leader is already waiting in the main hall. If you’ve rested well, please proceed to the hall for a discussion."

Qin An waved his sleeve, "I understand, you may withdraw."

The disciple did not say more, cupping his hands to take his leave.

Qin An pondered for a moment, then shut the door behind him and headed for the main hall of the Sacred Primordial Sect.

...

The main hall was grand, a lavish sight to behold.

At the entrance, two rows of disciples stood guard, all dressed in formal attire, faces solemn, as if this were a day of great importance.

As Qin An approached, the rows of disciples turned in unison, their gazes fixed on him.

Squinting slightly, Qin An met the gaze of the two rows of disciples, stepping into the main hall with measured steps.

With each step he took, a disciple would bow and lower their head, greeting him with reverence.

"The Sacred Primordial Sect certainly knows how to put on a show, at least it makes one feel quite pleasant," Qin An thought to himself as he approached the hall door.

For someone to reach such a position, Ke Mingzhe was truly astute.

He naturally knew how to do enough on the surface to show his attention towards Qin An and Ji Cheng.

Within the main hall, Ke Mingzhe had already taken the main seat, raising a teacup and drinking with Ji Cheng.

To his left and right, he had placed a chair on each side.

Ji Cheng sat on the left.

According to the rules of the Daqian Kingdom, the left seat is one level higher than the right.

Ji Cheng had arrived earlier and sat in the left seat, intending to suppress Qin An during seating.

Qin An ignored him and took his seat.

"Mr. Qin is fashionably late, could it be because he lacks interest in the Ren Ji Zhen Yi?" Ji Cheng mocked.

Qin An replied indifferently, "If I came early, what else would there be to do besides drink tea? To me, it’s better to seize the time for cultivation. The Evil Extermination Bureau speaks with strength, not etiquette."

Ji Cheng’s face darkened, "Mr. Qin certainly has a way with words."

Although Qin An’s words seemed bland, Ji Cheng detected some irony within them.

Saying he came early implied he wasn’t diligent in cultivating and that his strength was lacking.

These words were hard to refute.

Ke Mingzhe hurriedly intervened, "Since you both came for this matter, why not start at once?"

Ji Cheng snorted coldly, saying no more, but his eyes fixed intently on Qin An, as if wanting to devour him alive.

Qin An calmly took a sip of tea. "Let’s begin, Sect Leader Ke."

Ke Mingzhe nodded slightly and waved his large hand.

Subsequently, a vast amount of True Essence exploded from his fingertips.

The terrifying True Essence combined with the power of Divine Sense, forming a chilling pressure upon its appearance.

Qin An narrowed his eyes slightly. "This is the Unity Realm, truly terrifying."

Though he had just entered the Inner God Realm and established a foothold in Xunyang Prefecture, it was the Unity Realm that constituted the top-tier combat power there.

He could feel Ke Mingzhe’s True Essence and Divine Sense seamlessly integrating with each other.

Just like a cohesive whole.

In terms of combat power and other aspects, it far surpassed the Inner God Realm.

True Essence and Divine Sense continuously intertwined, forming a colorless light sphere in midair.

Within the light sphere, a faint white glow flickered intermittently.

Ke Mingzhe slowly spoke. "The Holy Origin Sect is more adept at using Divine Sense; this Secret Technique is called Divine Sense State, a well-known special Secret Technique in Xunyang Prefecture."

"The two gentlemen can use Divine Sense to lead, letting the Divine Sense fall into this sphere and battle inside. You may use all sorts of Cultivation Techniques, and even if you kill the opponent, it will only injure their Divine Sense, which can recover after ample recuperation."

After roughly explaining the rules, Ke Mingzhe fell silent.

Next was the confrontation between Qin An and Ji Cheng; he tried to remain unbiased and not involve himself in their conflict.

Otherwise, he would provoke the wrath of the Mountain Patrol Golden General, a consequence the Holy Origin Sect could not bear.

Ji Cheng sneered. "I’ll go in first and wait for you."

He finished his words, channeling his internal True Essence and connecting his Divine Sense in his mind to the sphere ahead.

Soon, Ji Cheng closed his eyes, standing like a wooden sculpture on the spot, but the terrifying True Essence emanating from him seemed to have a sense of touch, capable of waking him with the slightest change.

Ke Mingzhe explained. "Even the slightest change, even a mild killing intent, can wake him from within, ensuring the safety of both of you."

"That’s good." Qin An tightened his grip on Cold Star. "I thought entering would leave us unaware of outside affairs."

True Essence surged, six colors weaving together, hovering above his right palm.

Qin An calmly waved his palm, unleashing the Six-Colored True Essence.

Sitting at the main seat, Ke Mingzhe’s expression slightly changed upon seeing the Six-Colored True Essence.

"Such vigorous True Essence! It contains six attributes; the Cultivation Technique cultivated by Mr. Qin is indeed exceptional!"

He generously praised.

In truth, as a master in the Unity Realm, he could call himself an elder before Qin An and Ji Cheng.

In his view, Qin An showed more promise.

Because Ji Cheng lacked Qin An’s steadiness and didn’t possess the fierce aura Qin An had carved through the sea of corpses and blood.

Although Qin An had hidden it well, Ke Mingzhe, having emerged from the sea of corpses and blood himself, could sense it.

Despite hearing Ke Mingzhe’s praise, Qin An’s expression remained as calm as ice.

The Six-Colored True Essence, accompanied by the power of Divine Sense, contacted the sphere, and the next instant, Qin An felt a brief daze.

A unique aura enveloped him.

This aura was mysterious, always sensing changes in the external world.

If any change occurred outside, he could withdraw timely.

Yet he could perfectly control his Divine Sense, allowing the Divine Sense to become another self, using his Cultivation Techniques anywhere.

As the mysterious aura spread, Qin An felt a blur before his eyes and found himself in a desolate land upon reappearing.

This was a pure white space, with even the ground beneath his feet as white as snow.

Qin An had just stood firm when a sound of a weapon being unsheathed came from the opposite direction.

Ji Cheng drew out the long sword at his waist, his expression extremely cold, exuding a chilling killing intent. "You’re here, then very well, draw your weapon; you may act without restraint here, no need to worry about taking your life and angering Mr. Jin."

Qin An squinted his eyes.

A cold gleam flashed, and Cold Star was already in his hand.

Ji Cheng raised an eyebrow slightly. "Not bad, quite impressive momentum, but I wonder about your actual skills."

Ji Cheng raised the long sword, its tip pointed at Qin An.

"Next... do you have anything to say? This might be your last chance to boast, because when you have nothing left later, you’ll be like a stray dog with nowhere to run." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Qin An calmly replied. "Noisy."

Ji Cheng sneered. "If you dislike idle talk, let’s prove it with our skills."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Cheng thrust his long sword toward Qin An.

His steps were mystically exquisite, each step forward sharply shrinking the distance between them.

The long sword carried extremely pure True Essence and Divine Sense.

Ji Cheng had reached Great Success in the Inner God Realm, his strength far surpassing that of the previous Fox Demon.

Even if the Fox Girl employed that residual soul Secret Technique, she couldn’t be Ji Cheng’s match.

The long sword targeted Qin An’s throat with a vicious force.

If it hit, it would surely separate Qin An’s body from his head.

Qin An watched as the long sword shot toward him, his gaze as cold as ice.

Cold Star suddenly sliced diagonally, slashing at the sword’s weakest gap.

Six-Colored True Essence enveloped Cold Star, clashing with the sword tip and producing a violent roar.

"Boom!"

The roar echoed through the space, causing the white surroundings to tremble lightly.

Six-Colored True Essence and Divine Sense intertwined, erupting with force.

Ji Cheng’s expression changed slightly, his long sword abruptly withdrew, transforming into a dazzling light, enveloping the sword like a scorching sun.

Besides the blazing heat, the dazzling light carried a hint of aggression.

"So soon to use a Secret Technique?" Qin An raised an eyebrow, slashing horizontally with his long blade.

Simultaneously, he extended his left hand, forming a fist, striking at the scorching sun cluster.

His fist wove with Six-Colored True Essence.

Qin An unleashed the Water-Fire Blood-Sealing Demon Hand to its utmost.

"Boom!"

The roar sounded again, each retreated dozens of steps.

Ji Cheng revealed a trace of surprise. "Fine fist technique, but still far from enough!"

As the words fell, he noticed Qin An’s figure gradually fading.

A fierce wind sounded behind him.

Ji Cheng turned, seeing the straight blade magnified before his eyes.

An icy voice whispered beside his ear.

"I wasn’t pretending, why are you?"