Chapter 492: Chapter 246: The Fearsome Master! I Know Who the Killer Is (Part 2)

In fact, this version of Zhang Fan completely defies reason.

Cultivating the Divine Demon Holy Embryo, falling into the Great Night, even relying on the Divine Splitting Technique to escape tribulation, the calamity remains, the Primordial Spirit incomplete, destined to be lacking compared to before.

Yet Zhang Fan is filled with the incredible, coming forth from adversity, more terrifying than ever.

The Primordial Spirit subtly gives birth to marvelous light, entering this realm like a king.

Even the Hai Pig has once been defeated by his hand, the Tiger Hong Mountain Monarch was another of his vanquished foes, and even the legendary Li Changgeng has suffered great loss against him.

Ming Shenshou, Lord of the Red Palace, regards him as a Divine Treasure Bag.

Pure Yang Zhenren, Chu Chaoran, looks upon him with a different eye.

Now Zhang Fan, forged through a hundred battles, his Primordial Spirit advances greatly.

Not to mention Qin Shi, such a second-generation wastrel waiting to die, even the usual Thirteen Zodiacs in front of him would be intimidated by his fierce might, not daring to lightly tug at his tassel.

"Everyone’s sent away, let’s go too," Fang Changle said blandly.

Qin Shi, after all, is a scion of the Qin Family, dying here in broad daylight is not a trivial matter, the impact too adverse, compared to Li Kongxing’s death, the waves it will stir are likely greater.

"Why the rush?" Zhang Fan shook his head and said.

"What? You want to stay here for the banquet? The Qin Family wouldn’t invite us even if it’s for a banquet," Fang Changle said with an eccentric look.

"The person just died, everyone’s gathering around for the commotion, leaving now isn’t akin to sneaking away like a guilty thief?"

"We have a clear conscience!"

Saying this, the corners of Zhang Fan’s mouth slightly raised, revealing a subtle smile, lifting his hand to hook Fang Changle’s shoulder.

"Come, I’ll treat you to noodles."

The black market is vast, with many eateries, but the most economical choice remains the noodle shop.

However, this noodle shop is quite particular, with thirty-six kinds of toppings, not just the common green pepper shredded pork, braised spare ribs... Many of the materials are sourced from the Mountains and Seas Desperate Realm.

For instance, there’s a topping called "Fried Bean Elixir," which is a fat and large insect, not a typical edible meat worm, not only rich in protein, but crucially, once eaten, it can indeed deliver three thousand bursts powerfully.

A moment later, news of the incident with the Qin Family young master finally exploded in the black market.

Some came to watch the commotion, while others hurriedly left the rundown factory.

After all, with such a big event, not to mention the Qin Family, even those from the Daoist Alliance would likely come to investigate. This is the black market, and some people’s backgrounds are too murky to see the light, naturally they wouldn’t gather for such excitement.

Zhang Fan and Fang Changle ate and drank their fill, naturally following the crowd flamboyantly out of the black market.

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Evening, Qin Family mansion.

In the cold room, fluorescent lights flicker, eight screens respectively replaying surveillance videos of all major entrances and exits in the black market today, over twenty pairs of eyes unblinking, analyzing every suspicious individual.

Qin Shi and Ren Ping’an were carried back, lying on the ground, their breaths growing weaker, intermittent.

The Primordial Spirit is gone, though they’re not dead, but certainly won’t wake up, spoken nicely, they’re vegetative; the worst part is their chance for life will gradually fade, all major functions will cease operation, slowly decaying and dying foul-smelled.

To put it harshly, these two before them are but mere husks.

"Such audacity, daring to kill under my Qin Family’s nose, and the ones killed are my Qin Family members," Qin Capital’s face turned unsightly, like stir-fried pig liver.

His eyes were filled with rage more than sorrow.

Sitting in this position, familial bonds of blood? What can’t be discerned?

Besides, he has many offspring, Qin Shi is among the least promising, such a worthless member of the family dying doesn’t seem regrettable.

But the crux is, bearing the Qin name and dying at the hands of a mysterious expert.

This is akin to fiercely slapping the Qin Family across the face.

"Father..."

At this moment, Qin Ming walked in, his gaze sweeping over the faintly breathing Qin Shi, eyes lacking much ripple.

He entered Qi Yun Mountain to cultivate when he was very young, rarely having contact with this brother, but on the mountain, he had heard much about the latter’s wanton deeds.

It’s the same in all large families, some bear burdens, some indulge in pleasures, fairness is not a consideration.

Qin Shi is notorious for his dissipation, in terms of revelry, ten Qin Mings couldn’t compare, yet he now lies here.

Conversely, Qin Ming silently endured much loneliness and solitude, cultivating in the deep mountains, accompanied solely by incense, holding the Ancestral Master in his heart, with gods overhead, ultimately mastering his skills, now the prominent heir of Qi Yun Mountain.

"How’s it?" Qin Capital said coolly.

"I asked Gao Wenliang, as soon as they entered the black market, that person struck, in a flash, Qin Shi’s Primordial Spirit dissipated, Uncle Ren couldn’t withstand even the residual force of that person’s Primordial Spirit," Qin Ming said solemnly.

"A Primordial Spirit Emergence, killing from afar, this worthless descendant’s cultivation is mediocre, that’s forgivable, but Uncle Ren is of High Skill level, though elderly, he couldn’t withstand even the remnants of that person’s force..."

"That must be the Mahayana Realm."

Primordial Divine Light, this is the transformation from High Cultivation to Mahasattva, also the process of quantitative change into qualitative change.

When the Primordial Spirit is cultivated to this point, it is tempered by Celestial Light, and when a common primordial spirit comes into contact with it, it is like a moth to a flame, dying in an instant.

"Mahayana Realm, when did such a master come to An Nan City?" Qin Capital said coldly.

Such existence, not to mention An Nan City, is a rarity even in the entire Huizhou Province.

It should be known, in Daoist cultivation, merely the Primordial Spirit Awakening can eliminate ninety percent of people, the higher the realm, the harder it is to cultivate.

High Skill is like a Celestial Gate, almost eliminating another ninety-nine percent of the remaining one percent.

Beyond High Skill, aside from talent, opportunity, and effort, it’s truly like predetermined by fate, few have achieved it.

Like Qin Capital, from a Profound Family, ancestor produced a Celestial Master, he even became the patriarch, but barely reached high cultivation level. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

In the entire Qin Family, those who once had the chance to touch upon Mahasattva, even pursuing a higher realm, were only those with monstrous talent, like Prince Qin who once overshadowed the previous generation’s Human Xiao.

Now, in the Qin Family, only Qin Ming has reached the Mahayana Realm.

"Mahayana Realm... if it’s really such a master, it will be easier to investigate." Qin Ming said coldly.

How big is An Nan City, can it really hide a master of Mahayana Realm level?

"That sin actually provoked such a person? I think eight out of ten chances it’s the same person who killed Li Kongxing..." Qin Capital said calmly.

Speaking, he gently brushed his right hand, two streams of force arose softly, brushing across the faces of Qin Shi and Ren Anquan.

Their bodies shuddered violently, their hearts jumped suddenly, and then their life was completely cut off.

If life is worse than death, it’s better to be utterly dead.

This is also a form of release.

"That master is among these people."

Qin Capital’s eyes narrowed to a line, turned to look at the screens filled across the wall.

At this moment, everyone was filtering all the people entering and leaving the black market at eight times speed, but trying to find the hidden master from so many people with the naked eye, how easy could it be!?

"Patriarch Qin..."

Just then, the door opened.

Song Yunqi and Ji Haisan came in, originally here to investigate matters of Ren Xiao’s Secluded Place, upon hearing the Qin Family’s trouble, they hurried over.

After all, their mission mostly still relied on the Qin Family.

"Gentlemen..."

Qin Ming came forward, greeting them one by one.

Although he was not a member of the Divine Power Association, he was familiar with the two, having aligned early with Li Changgeng.

Also, back then his junior sister Meng Qinghuan had joined the Divine Power Association, over time, everyone was already acquainted.

"We’ve already heard about the matter, Patriarch Qin, please accept our condolences."

Song Yunqi expressed his greetings.

Qin Capital did not speak, his gaze was cold, fixated on the constantly jumping screen.

"Are these the monitors of all the entrances to the black market?" Song Yunqi asked.

Qin Ming nodded: "The culprit should be hiding in there."

"To kill silently, already a top master, such a person cannot be distinguished by the naked eye." Song Yunqi shook his head.

Mahayana Realm, Primordial Light restrained, not emitting a trace of aura, such a master even standing in front might not be recognized, let alone through surveillance video!?

"Stop!"

At this moment, Ji Haisan suddenly spoke, his gaze falling on one of the screens.

Song Yunqi followed his gaze, and was stunned in just one glance.

"It’s him!? What do you think?" Song Yunqi raised his brows, speaking solemnly.

"I never believe in coincidences," Ji Haisan said calmly, "wherever he is, trouble occurs, does he think he’s Conan?"

"True indeed."

"Patriarch Qin, I think I know who the culprit is."

Song Yunqi nodded, with cold eyes, the screen before them clearly showed the figure of Zhang Fan.