Chapter Thirteen: Guiding the Supreme Elder

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"The essence of the Formless Fist lies in its intangibility. Elder Supreme, your punch focuses too much on form and neglects the spirit of the Formless Fist! Try to gather and restrain the power of your strike inwardly!" Qin Lang pointed out all the flaws in Elder Supreme's technique one after another.

"Spirit! Why didn’t I think of that!" Elder Supreme’s eyes brightened with understanding. After a moment of contemplation, he struck again.

This punch was somewhat weaker than before; even the phantom images of the fist were fewer in number. Yet, it emitted a sharp explosive sound in the air, its power far greater than before, undoubtedly reaching the lower realm of the Profound Tier!

"Hahaha! Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" The old man’s face lit up with joy, his wrinkles deepening as he laughed heartily, repeating his praise three times in succession. His mood was extraordinarily good.

The effect achieved with Qin Lang’s casual guidance was several times stronger than the decade’s worth of effort Elder Supreme had spent perfecting the Formless Fist.

Elder Supreme knew he had gained a great advantage from this exchange with Qin Lang.

No—

It should be said that it was the Qin family who truly gained!

"I'll be away at Tianfeng Mountain for a while. Please take care of Yun’er for me during this time," Qin Lang entrusted Yun’er to Elder Supreme before leaving the Qin residence. After buying medicinal pills for healing and restoring spiritual energy along with some essentials for entering Tianfeng Mountain, he strode towards the mountain’s entrance.

"Only one month. I must find the Heavenly Ice Flower!"

Gazing at the endless mountain ranges, Qin Lang clenched his fists tightly, his eyes shining with determination.

Yun’er had selflessly cared for him for ten years without complaint. He would not let her suffer harm.

At the entrance of Tianfeng Mountain, numerous warriors were gathered.

"Hunting first-grade beasts, collecting beast materials and demon cores, requiring warriors of the fifth level or above!"

"Tianfeng Mountain mining area collection, recruiting warriors of the fourth level or above!"

"..."

Voices echoed from all directions as many warriors posted their own needs, looking for companions.

Tianfeng Mountain was teeming with monstrous beasts and fraught with danger; forming teams greatly reduced the risks. Hence, many chose to join groups.

The section of Tianfeng Mountain Qin Lang intended to reach was at the junction of the mountain’s interior and periphery, where even more beasts dwelled, some second and third-grade monsters included!

Second-grade beasts were as strong as peak ninth-level warriors, forcing Qin Lang to flee if encountered.

Third-grade beasts rivaled human warriors in strength and were even more formidable. Even with his Drifting Dragon Steps, escape was not guaranteed if caught.

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Attempting to enter Tian Mountain alone was extremely perilous, so Qin Lang planned to join a team here.

"Lan Yue Pavilion is heading to Tian Mountain to collect spiritual herbs, recruiting one hundred guards, each paid five hundred taels of silver!"

A familiar clear voice rang out. Qin Lang looked in that direction to see a young woman in white smiling as she recruited guards. Behind her stood dozens of people—the Lan Yue Pavilion’s herb-gathering team.

Though dressed in simple plain white robes, the young woman’s flawless figure was unmistakable, and her exquisite, ethereal beauty was breathtaking.

Her smile, accentuated by two dimples at the corners of her mouth, made her appear even sweeter.

This white-clad maiden was none other than Xue Qianyao, the head of Lan Yue Pavilion.

When the mighty Vajra Palm technique was auctioned off for four hundred thousand taels, Lan Yue Pavilion took a ten percent commission and paid Qin Lang one hundred sixty thousand taels.

Qin Lang held a rather favorable impression of the approachable and graceful Xue Qianyao.

"I’m signing up!"

"I’m going too!"

Five hundred taels was a very generous reward. As soon as Xue Qianyao finished speaking, a large number of warriors surged forward.

Among the crowd of applicants, Qin Lang also prepared to enlist.

With such a large team moving together, the danger of entering Tian Mountain would be much reduced. Once inside, he would break away to search for the Heavenly Ice Flower.

"You need to be at least a fifth-level warrior to enter Tian Mountain!"

"You’re just a kid, haven’t even been weaned yet, huh? Going to Tian Mountain to die?"

"Tian Mountain has second and third-grade beasts. Don’t wet your pants when you see them!"

Seeing Qin Lang’s youthful appearance, several burly warriors immediately jeered.

"Huh? This kid looks familiar."

"I remember, he’s Qin Lang, that genius failure of the Qin family!"

"Hahaha, notorious around here. A mere first-level warrior dares to enter Tian Mountain? Does he want to die?"

A few more warriors who recognized Qin Lang laughed loudly.

Qin Lang’s reputation as a failure was well known throughout Qingfeng Town. Almost every warrior knew of the Qin family’s prodigy who possessed a six-star martial soul but had remained stuck at first-level warrior cultivation for ten years.

Their laughter drew all eyes to Qin Lang, many wearing expressions of mockery, disdain, or amusement.

These warriors had been training in Tianfeng Mountain and were unaware that Qin Lang had defeated Wang Chuan three months ago. They assumed he was still unable to advance his cultivation.

Xue Qianyao’s gaze also fixed on the fair-faced young man in the crowd, a trace of puzzlement flashing in her beautiful eyes.

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This young man had never been to Lan Yue Pavilion before, yet his aura seemed strangely familiar to her.

Unfazed by the mockery, Qin Lang remained calm.

Words were useless now; only by demonstrating his strength could he silence these people and make them regret their scorn.

With a sudden punch, he struck a huge boulder with a mighty crash. The rock shattered into pieces, threatening to tumble down.

"Seventh-level warrior!"

Those who had been mocking him widened their eyes in disbelief.

Wasn’t Qin Lang supposedly a useless first-level warrior? But the power of that punch clearly reached at least seventh-level!

A fifteen-year-old seventh-level warrior was undoubtedly an elite among the young generation of Qingfeng Town!

"Now am I qualified to sign up?"

Qin Lang smiled faintly, casting a glance around before fixing his gaze on Xue Qianyao.

"Of course!"

Giving him a meaningful look, a sparkle appeared in Xue Qianyao’s eyes as she smiled softly, revealing her dimples.

She had heard about Qin Lang’s story.

Others might not understand, but as someone from a great family, she knew well that it was nearly impossible for someone with a six-star martial soul to remain unable to advance without some hidden reason.

It seemed her initial suspicion had been correct!

Soon, Lan Yue Pavilion recruited a full hundred guards meeting the criteria. Those who failed to join could only leave disappointed.

"After escorting the herb-gathering team to Tian Mountain, we will pay two hundred fifty taels of silver. Once the team returns from Tianfeng Mountain, the remaining half will be paid," Xue Qianyao announced loudly to the hundred guards. "Any questions?"

"No questions!"

The warriors responded cheerfully.

Lan Yue Pavilion was wealthy and powerful, and no one doubted Xue Qianyao would renege on the agreed payment.

"Good, let’s depart!"

Satisfied with their response, Xue Qianyao nodded and waved her jade hand. The one hundred guards surrounded the herb-gathering team of Lan Yue Pavilion, and the grand procession entered Tianfeng Mountain.