Suddenly, Ming Haiyue fainted. Ming Zhitian quickly cast a spell to stabilize her faint half-soul body.
According to the ancient memories he inherited, those with half-soul bodies could not live past thirty. Ming Haiyue was now over fifty. It was likely due to cultivation, but she might have reached her limit.
After transmitting soul power, Ming Haiyue woke up. However, this was not a long-term solution. She needed regular infusions of soul power, and each transmission would gradually shorten her lifespan.
"Is this a blessing or a curse?" Heaven had given him hope, only to snatch it away so quickly. How ironic.
Yun Shu said, "My daughter is now in your hands. What are your plans next?"
Ming Zhitian replied, "I plan to leave. Entrusted by my three masters, I will first help them fulfill their dying wishes."
Yun Shu nodded slightly, "That is good. Go, and do not return to Tian Xuan Sect. You know, everyone is on edge now, fearing you."
Ming Zhitian smiled faintly, "I apologize for causing you trouble."
Yun Shu shook her head, "I've told you, as a cultivator..."
Ming Zhitian interrupted, "As a cultivator, one who seeks the Great Dao should not be bothered by trivial matters. I understand. I will not be bound by these things and halt my progress."
Yun Shu was very pleased, "It's good that you know."
Ming Zhitian said, "Gu Feng is a rare talent. I hope you will consider him."
Yun Shu raised her eyes, "In what regard?"
Ming Zhitian said lightly, "As a cultivation partner."
Yun Shu nodded, "I will consider it."
...
Ming Zhitian comforted the still-shaken Ming Haiyue, "Yue'er, can you call me Father?"
Ming Haiyue hesitated, then shook her head. Ming Zhitian understood, "It's alright. I know you cannot accept it all at once. I will give you time and space. Take your time; there's no rush."
Ming Haiyue's restless heart found a measure of peace. Ming Zhitian said, "Wait for me here for a moment."
Ming Haiyue asked, "Zhi... where are you going?"
Ming Zhitian replied, "I'm going to do something for your Aunt Yun Shu, as repayment for her helping us recognize each other."
...
Xi Mao Li Yun—
Ming Zhitian merely released his divine sense, without even activating his Immortal Eye, and everything within tens of thousands of kilometers was within his grasp.
He quickly located the exact position of the Withered Vine Fiend.
"Flash!"
Ming Zhitian appeared at the old house of Withered Vine, which reeked of filth. "Who?!"
The Withered Vine Fiend's consciousness grew heavy, and he unleashed a palm strike from within the house! Those who could find this place were certainly no ordinary individuals.
He thought it was some formidable powerful being. Ming Zhitian shook his head slightly, "Heavenly God Realm, Second Divine Light?"
With a mere raise of his hand, he effortlessly dissipated the palm energy that shattered space.
"Soul Devouring Art?" The Withered Vine Fiend was startled, then instantly moved, "Who is Immortal Peng Old Freak to you?!"
Ming Zhitian shrugged, "You actually know Immortal Peng Old Freak? You have some knowledge."
The Withered Vine Fiend said, "A Divine Emperor Realm dares to come to my hideout? I admire your courage, but... since you've come, you won't be leaving."
Ming Zhitian raised his hand and struck! "Bang!"
The Withered Vine Fiend couldn't even see it clearly, "So fast... Pfft!..."
The Withered Vine Fiend stabilized himself, realizing his opponent had some strength. He quickly brought out his divine artifact, the Seven Absolute Daggers, and then, like a juggler, hurled them at Ming Zhitian!
Ming Zhitian's eyes narrowed, "Was it with these daggers that you injured Yun Shu?"
The Withered Vine Fiend sneered, "Oh? So you were sent by that little girl. This is the end for you!"
Ming Zhitian casually unleashed a palm strike of immortal spiritual energy! The seven Seven Absolute Daggers froze in mid-air, like knives on a chopping block, unable to advance.