Qingyang Zi hesitated slightly, but he knew that the Profound Destiny Grass was equally important to the old man in black before him. He made a concession, which was rare and valuable; now he could only hope that Chu Ming’s talent could truly impress the old man in black.
"But you must hurry!"
Qingyang Zi urged with concern. The old man in black nodded, and a sudden purple gleam appeared deep within his eyes. The light merged with his eyes, not very noticeable but unquestionably real.
Clearly, the old man in black had also cultivated some pupil technique, but his pupil technique was evidently much more advanced than the Third Elder’s.
The purple gleam in his eyes was filled with a dreamlike luster, making the old man in black appear extraordinarily eerie. He muttered incantations under his breath, and as time passed, the purple light in his eyes grew increasingly vibrant, gradually enveloping both of his eyes.
"Purple Extreme Pupil Technique, open!"
When the purple aura filled his eyes, countless lines of destiny surrounded him. These lines of destiny ran through the entire life of a martial artist, allowing him to see a martial artist’s future.
When his purple eyes looked at Chu Ming, a white screen appeared before Chu Ming, seemingly a screen of light or a water curtain. This screen was visible only to him.
Within the screen, a scene suddenly appeared. A handsome young man in a white robe held a treasure sword. With a flick of the sword light, flashes of light broke into pieces, killing a group of True Dao Martial Artists instantly. These True Dao Martial Artists seemed like mere chickens and clay dogs before the young man in white, who revealed his face—it was Chu Ming.
At that moment, the screen rotated again. Above a sea of blood, numerous evil blood demons danced wildly, stirring up huge waves. Chu Ming stood above the blood sea, and countless blood demons surged toward him. Seeing this, the old man in black felt a shiver in his heart because any one of those blood demons was several times stronger than him.
Chu Ming’s white robe fluttered wildly, and with a single sword slash, a glimmer of sword light traversed thousands of miles, instantly killing thousands of blood demons.
At this, the old man in black’s breathing became rapid. However, the screen continued to rotate without any hint of stopping.
The scene changed on the screen, now appearing in the sky. In the sky, several majestic light shadows stood tall, each exuding an aura akin to demon gods. The space trembled, the ripples resembling water waves, causing ripples; it seemed as if this space could not bear the aura of these figures.
Opposite these demon god figures, Chu Ming swung his sword, causing the space to utterly collapse, including those demon god-like figures.
What terrified the old man in black was that just before leaving, Chu Ming’s eyes resembled two massive light wheels as he looked down deeply at him. That glance caused his soul to tremble, as if a mere thought from Chu Ming could annihilate him.
For the fourth time, the screen changed, revealing a vast starry sky filled with revolving stars, occasionally breaking star clouds, colorful and dazzling.
Within the starry sky, a sudden sharp white sword light appeared. This sword light gently swept across the entire starry sky; whether stars or star clouds, everything shattered. The sword light seemed eternal, like it was indestructible.
At this moment, the old man in black felt a sharp pain in his chest and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. The screen before his eyes also slowly faded away.
The purple gleam in his eyes gradually receded. The old man in black held his chest, breathing lightly. The expression of shock in his eyes couldn’t dissipate no matter what.
Recalling the scenes he had just seen made his heart shiver uncontrollably. He reckoned that today’s encounter was the most bizarre experience of his life.
Even facing the blood demons in the second scene was beyond his capability, but in Chu Ming’s hands, they couldn’t withstand a single move, not to mention the last two scenes.
Deep down, he now held faint expectations for Chu Ming’s future.
Seeing the old man in black suddenly spit blood, Qingyang Zi was immediately shocked and hurriedly ran over to support him. Both were pillars of the Cyan Yang Sect; losing even one would cause half the sky of Cyan Yang Sect to crumble.
"I’m fine, it’s just that the pupil technique consumed quite a bit of soul power."
The old man in black freed himself from Qingyang Zi’s grasp, took out an elixir and swallowed it, alleviating his injuries considerably.
"How is Chu Ming’s future?"
Qingyang Zi asked expectantly.
"It’s acceptable. Worth nurturing."
Replied the old man in black ambiguously, feeling somewhat embarrassed to admit that if Chu Ming’s future was considered merely acceptable, then there might be no powerful beings on the entire continent.
He was certain that Chu Ming’s future would transcend the entire continent.
"Now about the Profound Destiny Grass..."
Qingyang Zi reminded him carefully. Chu Ming’s injuries couldn’t be delayed any longer; even though his meridians could slowly be opened, prolonging the broken body might leave lasting ailments that would affect his future achievements.
The old man in black took out a jade box from his storage ring and tossed it to Qingyang Zi. Qingyang Zi cautiously caught it; the Profound Destiny Grass was extremely precious, and ordinary containers would leak its spiritual power. Only by using a jade box could its medicinal efficacy be fully preserved.
As Qingyang Zi received the jade box, the old man in black turned and returned to the nearby thatched hut.
Qingyang Zi gently opened the jade box, revealing a multicolored herb placed delicately inside. The herb was not large, only about the size of an ordinary person’s palm, but it was highly branched, with small beads at the tips of the branches emitting colorful light.
Seventh Level Spiritual Medicine, Profound Destiny Grass!
One Profound Destiny Grass was an invaluable treasure to an aging martial artist, and a life-saving herb for ordinary martial artists. This particular one was obtained accidentally by the old man in black when he was young, and he cherished it more than his own life.
"Old friend, thank you!"
Qingyang Zi said faintly, with a touch of smile on his lips, while looking in the direction of the thatched hut. A burst of cyan spiritual power erupted from his fingertips. The Profound Destiny Grass floated out immediately, its green veins revealing clearly on the stem.
The Profound Destiny Grass inherently contained strong life force. The spiritual power from his fingertips blazed forth, converting into spiritual flames. Under the burning of these flames, the Profound Destiny Grass slowly melted into multicolored juice.
Vast life force emanated from it, causing the surrounding spirit grass to exhibit an exuberant growth trend.
After half an incense stick of time, the Profound Destiny Grass completely melted into a puddle of multicolored juice.
Qingyang Zi waved his hand, the multicolored juice merged into Chu Ming’s body, gradually disappearing.
"Cyan Yang Sect is about to produce a legend!"
The old man in black stood behind the door, looking at Chu Ming suspended in mid-air. Glancing at the sky, he sighed.