Ming Zhitian quickly turned his back, shielding Xiao Hong completely in his arms. He coughed, spitting up some qi that struck him, but dared not make a sound.
After a long while, Ming Zhitian knew they were feigning their departure and had not yet left.
Zhong Chang could no longer stand it, "Alright, old ghost, do you believe now that you were hearing things?"
Old Ghost's face darkened, "Zhong Chang, are you doubting my abilities?"
Zhong Chang shrugged, "Old ghost, you saw it yourself. A combined strike from you and me would incapacitate even the strongest martial artist. What about a mere little girl? Don't you agree?"
Old Ghost remained silent. Zhong Chang sneered, "Alright, old ghost, don't forget why we came here. We should be reporting back to the Old Buddha."
Old Ghost scanned the surroundings, truly finding no one, and glared at Zhong Chang, "Zhong Chang, I swear I want to kill you. Let's go."
"Hmph." Zhong Chang showed no fear.
After the two left, Ming Zhitian breathed a sigh of relief, spat out a mouthful of blood, coughed a couple of times, and fainted.
Xiao Hong was startled, but Ming Zhitian managed to avoid being crushed by the impact, and it landed beside them.
"Big brother! Big brother! Wake up!..."
When Ming Zhitian awoke, Xiao Hong had already fetched a basin of clean water and was wiping the blood from his lips.
Xiao Hong was physically and mentally exhausted, but she hadn't slept, waiting for Ming Zhitian all along.
She quickly spoke, "Big brother, you're finally awake. You scared Xiao Hong so much... *sob sob sob*..."
Ming Zhitian couldn't stand to see women cry. Whenever a woman cried, his heart softened, especially when such a cute little girl was weeping.
He quickly comforted her, "Xiao Hong, don't cry. Big brother is alright now."
Xiao Hong threw herself into his arms, her tears soaking his clothes.
After being comforted, Xiao Hong quickly stopped crying and then looked mournfully at her deceased grandfather beside them.
Ming Zhitian dug a grave and buried Wang Tianci, promising, "Xiao Hong, don't worry. I will avenge your grandfather. When I have money, I will give your grandfather a proper burial."
After a month of care, Ming Zhitian had already accepted Wang Tianci and Xiao Hong as his own family in his heart.
To dare to kill the family of him, the Cosmic God Emperor? Hah, one word: death!
Now that his cultivation was gone, the most important thing was to regain his War God level cultivation.
So, the first thing Ming Zhitian did was to comfort Xiao Hong, whose eyes were swollen from crying at Wang Tianci's grave, and help her to sleep.
Then, he began to train, running one hundred thousand kilometers at a speed of ten meters per second!
This was just the initial training. In his prime, his speed could reach at least one kilometer per second.
Ming Zhitian crossed the starting line and ran forward at his fastest speed, aimlessly.
Currently, he couldn't reach his desired expectation. Five meters per second was his limit.
When he reached one thousand kilometers, he could still maintain a speed of five meters per second. It was just "could," not that he could accelerate.
When he reached five thousand kilometers, a slightly chubby yellow figure sped past.
Ming Zhitian frowned. There were martial artists on this planet too?
Before he could even ponder, the person appeared beside him, running alongside.
Both were training on the mountain peak. Not only was the air fresh and flowing, but there was also a fair amount of what they called spiritual energy.
Ming Zhitian saw the other person looking at him with confusion. "Yo, met a lower-level martial artist here."
"What?"
Ming Zhitian was slightly taken aback. The胖子 (pàngzi - fatty) glanced at him strangely, "What? Aren't you? Running so slowly."
Ming Zhitian understood. So that's how it was. To learn more about this planet, he decided to race him.
Competition brought progress. Ming Zhitian suddenly increased his speed by thirty percent, sprinting at eight meters per second.
"Oh ho? Accelerating?" The胖子 (pàngzi - fatty) followed without haste.
Soon, he surpassed Ming Zhitian. Based on observation, the fastest speed of the yellow-shirted胖子 (pàngzi - fatty) was fifteen meters per second.