My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 110 was very fruitful; I humbly request your kind assistance. (4k)

Huang Tian leaped out of the gurgling stream and arrived at the bank. His internal energy and blood were instantly heated, and his whole body became dry, causing the water droplets to evaporate.

Hehe~

A long wind blew, making his clothes flutter. He held the black-gold staff in his hand and looked at it.

"It's a decent product, barely usable."

As a master-level divine weapon, he currently only possesses the Crimson Bright Bow, and now he has acquired an Ebony Long Staff.

Although he wasn't particularly fond of staff-type weapons, he could use them occasionally, and if necessary, he could sell them to exchange for some elixirs and precious medicines to aid his cultivation.

"Speaking of elixirs and precious medicines... it's time to go loot the spoils."

He looked up and gazed in the direction of the Feihongmen's encampment. With a swift movement, he soared into the sky like a hawk and flew towards that direction.

A moment later, he returned to the bluestone square.

There wasn't a single person in the square—no, to be precise, not a single living person could be seen. All the Fei Hong Sect disciples and servants had vanished without a trace.

There were some corpses on the ground, belonging to Qian Shan, several elders, and some loyal stewards and disciples of the sect.

Beside their bodies stood a collapsed council hall, piled high with rubble and broken bluestone, looking utterly ashen.

Huang Tian ignored him and leaped into a quiet courtyard.

This is where the Supreme Elder Ke Rujing stored his treasures. Speaking of which, when Ke Rujing escaped into the tunnel, he took nothing with him except his ever-present black gold staff.

Decisive!

Willing to give!

Unfortunately, they still couldn't escape.

Pushing open the door, I entered the main hall and then a side room. I pressed down on a corner of the thick wall of the side room with a clever touch.

Boom ~

The wall slowly opened, and some dust shook and fell down.

Upon entering, one finds a small room containing a mahogany shelf. Below the shelf is a long box, and on top are a dozen or so jade boxes.

Stepping forward, he first opened the long box below, revealing an iron fan that emitted a soft, dark luster.

"Another Grandmaster-level divine weapon..."

Reaching out to pick it up, its heavy weight gives one a sense of strength.

After playing with it for a while, Huang Tian put it back in the long box, then got up and opened the dozen or so jade boxes on top one by one.

"Hmm, not bad. Two Precious Elephant Embryo Pills, three Dragon Tiger Great Rejuvenation Pills, and nine precious medicines aged several hundred years. Quite a fruitful harvest!" Huang Tian was satisfied.

The effects of the Precious Elephant Sacred Embryo Pill are self-evident, and its value is considerable. For a fourth-rank martial artist eager to break through, they would be willing to give up their entire fortune for just one pill. However, no major power would agree to make the exchange.

Such precious elixir is always kept out of your reach. Unless you exert yourself to the utmost, make a great contribution, or are a trusted confidant, you can never even dream of getting it.

It is extremely rare for Baoxiang Shengtai Pills to be available on the market, and even if one does appear, it costs an astronomical price, which is simply unaffordable for ordinary fourth-rank martial artists.

The Dragon-Tiger Great Rejuvenation Pill is effective for all third-rank martial artists, as it can increase the speed of true qi condensation and accelerate the refining of qi and blood.

"Based on my original estimate, it would take more than three months to advance to the fourth rank, but with these things, it shouldn't be a problem to reduce it to within two months!"

Break through another realm within two months!
Once one reaches the fourth rank, one should be able to contend with a top-tier first-rank master. Although one has never actually fought a first-rank master, the difference should not be too great. At the very least, holding one's own for a period of time should not be a problem.

By then, he would have reached the very top position in the entire Qin Prefecture!
No, even within the Great Qian Dynasty and the Five Kingdoms, those with first-rank combat power can be considered among the strongest!
Although there are still Celestial Realm experts above them, Celestial Realm experts never act lightly and are mostly used as a deterrent. If they can be made to move, it is usually something of great importance.

For example, a war between two countries.

Thirty years ago, the Great Qian Dynasty went to war with the Lan Kingdom. At that time, Wan Shenyang, the Grand Commander of Zhenwu Guard, fought with the Lan Kingdom's National Preceptor and injured him. As a result, the morale of the Great Qian soldiers soared, and they won one battle after another, expanding their territory by more than 5,000 li!

For example, there's the Void Realm Divine Weapon, which only appears once every ten thousand years!

According to internal intelligence from Zhenwuwei, after news of the emergence of the Thunder Chasing Lightning Divine Sword spread, Moxin Bodhisattva, one of the five major lineage leaders of the Demonic Sect and the governor of Daqian, seemed to be rushing to Yongzhou from other states to find the weapon master and seize the divine weapon. However, he was intercepted by Du Changqiu, the chief constable of the Six Doors, and the two fought a fierce battle.

The specific process and outcome are not known to Kunyun County, but one thing is certain: the Demon Heart Bodhisattva has not yet arrived in Yongzhou.

According to Yu Jingcheng and Bai Yuanfu's speculation, he was seriously injured during the fight and temporarily retreated. Du Changqiu, the chief constable of the Six Doors, also went into seclusion after that battle, obviously also injured.

It will likely result in a lose-lose situation.

Aside from such momentous events, few other things could warrant the attention and intervention of the celestial beings; even a change of throne was not enough to garner their significant interest.

After all, a powerful being is the pillar of a nation, and whoever ascends the throne must respect and win them over.

Just like Wan Shenyang, the Grand Commander of Zhenwu Guard, a powerhouse ranked third on the Heavenly Ranking, the current Qian King has given him countless treasures and spiritual medicines in an effort to win him over.

In other words, when Wan Shenyang rose to power in his early years, the Qian King bestowed favors and rewards upon him on several occasions. Otherwise, he might not have been willing to accept the position of Grand Commander of Zhenwu Guard. For a powerful figure like him who had almost reached the pinnacle of human martial prowess, power was insignificant.

Only martial arts!

Only the illusory realm remains!

That's their biggest pursuit!

"Having inspected Ke Rujing's private treasury, the next step is the Flying Hong Sect's sect treasury."

Huang Tian carried the jade bottle containing the Precious Elephant Sacred Embryo Pill and the Dragon Tiger Great Rejuvenation Pill with him, and put the rest of his things in a large bundle, and took them all to the sect's treasury.

Based on his memory, he entered the room in no time.

Compared to Ke Rujing's private collection, the treasures here are far less valuable, but they are diverse and numerous! This makes sense, as Ke Rujing is the grandmaster of the Feihong Sect. Any good items would inevitably pass through his hands first, and only those he didn't think much of would be put into the sect's treasury. As a result, the value of the treasures in the sect's treasury is naturally not as high as his private collection.

After a quick glance, Huang Tian packed dozens of bottles of precious pills and some valuable medicines into his bundle and took them away, then closed the bundle again.

Next, we went to the place he was most looking forward to...

Fei Hong Men Sutra Repository!

A major sect with a history of seven hundred years must have a vast collection of ancient texts and martial arts techniques. For him, this is the greatest gain!

The Fei Hong Gate's Sutra Repository is similar to that of the Zhenwu Guard, with three floors. The first floor is the largest, with hundreds of palm wood bookshelves standing inside, each containing dozens of scrolls.

"Luckily, I acted quickly. Those disciples of the Flying Swallow Sect were so frightened that they fled in panic. Otherwise, some of them would have taken advantage of the chaos to sneak into the Scripture Pavilion and make a mess of it..."

If one of the disciples suddenly went mad and burned down the library, that would be an even greater loss.

Fortunately, the deterrent effect of Huang Tian's arrows killing the sect leader Qian Shan and several elders was too strong, and the disciples didn't even think about causing any damage. They just kept running away for their lives.

Walking up to a brown wooden bookshelf, Huang Tian took out a martial arts manual and stood there flipping through it, one book after another, his mind racing, inspiration flowing freely...

……

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Meanwhile, the town descended into chaos.

There was no other reason than that many people had witnessed the scene of Huang Tiansheng beating the dignified Supreme Elder Ke Rujing of the Flying Hong Sect to death in the stream. They were terrified. In addition, they learned from some of the fleeing Flying Hong Sect disciples that the murderer who killed Ke Rujing had killed all the sect leader and elders of the Flying Hong Sect earlier, almost wiping out the entire sect!
With such a vicious person by their side, the townspeople were naturally somewhat terrified, fearing that the man might not be satisfied with killing and would massacre the town. Although the possibility was very low, even the low probability made some of them uneasy, and many people packed their bags and quickly fled the town.

Their escape undoubtedly triggered even more panic among the people, so those who weren't initially worried also left.

The town's exits were blocked by oxcarts, horse-drawn carriages, and people carrying bundles, with children crying loudly and creating a noisy scene.

Zhao Changguang and Zhao Changming were dumbfounded by the chaotic scene.

The latter scratched his head, puzzled, and said, "Why would they go to such lengths? That man doesn't seem like a bad person. Even if he isn't Huang Tian from the county and town guards, he wouldn't kill innocent civilians, would he? Otherwise, with his strength, how could the disciples and servants of the Flying Swallow Sect have had a chance to escape?"

Zhao Changguang sighed, "If one person is afraid, then ten people will be afraid; if ten people are afraid, then a hundred people will be afraid; if a hundred people are afraid, it will be like a mountain collapsing!"

Zhao Changming roughly understood that it meant fear was contagious, although he didn't know the word "contagious," he could grasp the meaning.

He looked at the fleeing people, pondered for a long time, and suddenly spoke, his gaze firm, "Second brother, let's go to Feihong Gate!"

Zhao Changguang was startled by his underling's suggestion. "What did you say? Enter the Flying Sparrow Gate now?"

"Correct!"

“This…it must be in chaos over there right now. Of the two of us, I’ve only mastered the power, while you haven’t even mastered that yet. If we go in, what dangers might we encounter…besides, why do you want to go in? Everyone else is running away as fast as they can, but you’re doing the opposite?”

Zhao Changming said, "Just as you said, the disciples of Feihong Sect are too busy running away to stay in the sect. There should only be that person inside now. Unless he attacks us, there is no danger. We have no grudge against him, and he has a clean appearance and does not seem to be a bloodthirsty person. As long as we do not offend him, we should be fine."

As for why they went to Fei Hong Sect, it was, of course… to become disciples! Second brother, look at these panicked commoners and terrified sect disciples. If they were truly powerful, would they be so fearful? In this world, without strength, you are nothing. Forget wealth and glory, even your life is in the hands of others!

His words were resounding and made Zhao Changguang secretly surprised. He never expected that his younger brother would have such insight.

"Second brother, to have the chance to meet that master is perhaps the greatest opportunity of our lives. If we can become his disciples, it would be a miracle to change our destiny!"

Zhao Changming said solemnly, "Although that person may not accept a disciple, we should still give it a try. There's always a chance of something going wrong, and if we miss this opportunity, we may never have another chance!"

Zhao Changguang's expression changed upon hearing this. Looking at the panicked civilians fleeing, he gritted his teeth and ordered, "Go! Set off now!"

Zhao Changming was overjoyed. The two of them carried nothing but a knife, and squeezed through the crowd toward the Feihongmen's camp.

Soon, after walking several miles, they stood beside a stone tablet with the three large characters "Feihongmen" written on it. Beside the stone tablet were the corpses of Fang He and a group of patrolling disciples. Fang He, in particular, was almost blown into a bloody mess by the true qi sound wave, making him look especially gruesome.

Zhao Changguang felt nauseous at the sight and hesitated, saying, "Brother, why don't we turn back..."

Despite his fear, Zhao Changming said resolutely, "Second brother, once the arrow is released, there's no turning back. How can we stop halfway through our mission?! We've already reached the sect's gate; are we going to turn back now?! I'm afraid that if I do this today, I'll regret it for the rest of my life!"

Zhao Changguang was ashamed upon hearing this. He had always thought that his younger brother was too ambitious and unlikely to achieve anything. He never expected that he would be outdone by his younger brother today. Yes, now that they had arrived at the sect's gate, should they still shrink back?
"Continue to go!"

He took a deep breath, drew his sword from his waist, and slowly walked into the sect with Zhao Changming.

Upon entering the vast bluestone plaza, one sees many black marks on the ground that look like they've been burned, corpses lying haphazardly on the ground, and the council hall with its completely collapsed rubble piled up like mountains!
The two exchanged a glance, both shocked and excited. Even though they weren't there at the time, they could imagine how intense the battle must have been from the remaining traces!
Stepping over a dark corpse, Zhao Changguang looked around. "It's too quiet! Not a soul in sight. Where is Brother Huang... Commander Huang?"

Zhao Changming pondered, "It's either in the treasure vault or in the scripture pavilion!"

Zhao Changguang asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Zhao Changming explained, "Second brother, you don't know much about Commander Huang. He is famous for his love of all kinds of martial arts. The Flying Hong Sect has a collection of over ten thousand books. How could he not be tempted?"

As he spoke, he stood on tiptoe and peered in all directions, pointing eastward, "The Sutra Repository should be over there!"

He walked briskly eastward, and Zhao Changguang quickly followed.

After walking for a while, we turned at the end and sure enough, we saw the tall and ancient scripture pavilion with its doors wide open.

Zhao Changming was overjoyed and was about to walk in quickly when he suddenly remembered something and looked back at his elder brother following behind him. "Second brother, are my clothes clean?"

Zhao Changguang looked him up and down, then gently swept the dust off his shoulder. "It's all gone. Your clothes are all straight."

Zhao Changming nodded, then faced the open door of the Sutra Repository, feeling a deep sense of unease and a flurry of thoughts running through his mind.

"Hu~~"

He took a deep breath and stepped inside. As soon as he entered, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of a brown wooden bookshelf, flipping through a book.

He took two steps forward, then knelt down with a thud, kowtowing heavily until his forehead was red: "I, Zhao Changming, wish to become your disciple, follow you closely, and receive your teachings. I humbly beseech your mercy!"

(End of this chapter)