Ming Zhitian was stunned: "What do you mean by 'you suffer a little loss'? I don't even know what your daughter looks like. Would I have to accept her if she were a hundred-pound fatty?"
"Presumptuous!" Ouyang Yuanxia's aura emanated outward. Ming Zhitian felt his throat constricted by a great force, making it difficult to breathe.
Ouyang Yuanxia said, "My Feng'er is slender and beautiful, just like her mother, Immortal Zhiling. The noble families and royalty who pursue Feng'er are countless. If it weren't for your master being the Martial Saint, you would have long since vanished into thin air! Hmph!"
Released, Ming Zhitian gasped for air, "Forgive… forgive me, senior. Junior didn't mean to offend. Please pardon me; I was just joking."
Ouyang Yuanxia said, "Before you become powerful, it's best not to make such jokes. Not everyone in high positions is willing to indulge you. I am doing this for your own good."
Ming Zhitian cupped his hands in thanks, "Junior has benefited greatly and will certainly bear it in mind."
He then asked, "Junior has a question."
Ouyang Yuanxia said, "Speak."
Ming Zhitian asked, "Compared to my master, the Saint, who is more skilled?"
Ouyang Yuanxia did not hesitate and stated plainly, "Naturally, the Martial Saint. Five thousand years ago, he shook the entire Myriad Ancient Cultivation World. Looking across the entire cultivation continent, no one from the Star Ancient Sect, the Divine Emperor Sacred Land Sect, or the Vast Sea Pavilion was his match."
Ouyang Yuanxia looked towards the distant dawn, "As for me, I was just an unknown uncle at the time..."
"Then I won't learn," Ming Zhitian said resolutely.
Ouyang Yuanxia was completely taken aback, "What did you say?"
Ming Zhitian replied, "Since you can't defeat my master, what's the point of me learning?"
Ouyang Yuanxia could not help but scold and teach him, "Scoundrel! How many disciples of great sects have abandoned their sects and sought to join me? All have been rejected by me."
"To say that I was once ranked in the top ten of the Myriad Ancient Cultivation World, and my reputation as a Divine Demon Emperor has not diminished. How many millions of cultivators have humbly sought my guidance? And you say you won't learn? You are truly a scoundrel, a false pearl!"
Ming Zhitian was astonished, "Are you trying to say 'fish eyes mixed with pearls'?"
Ouyang Yuanxia said, "You know then. You must remember that every great power knows themselves and their enemy to conquer each other with their respective techniques. Do you think you can roam the land with just a single Artifact Control Manual? No. Only by gathering the strengths of a hundred schools can one be invincible in a hundred battles. Do you understand?"
Seeing the seemingly ignorant Ming Zhitian, Ouyang Yuanxia expected him to say something like: "Junior has benefited greatly, thank you for your guidance, senior. Junior will surely engrave it in his heart."
Ming Zhitian, however, said, "Oh, I see."
Ouyang Yuanxia lost his patience, "Enough. My divine soul cannot last long. Make your decision soon: will you help me or oppose me?"
Ming Zhitian tentatively asked, "What if I help? And what if I oppose?"
Ouyang Yuanxia arrogantly declared, "Help and you live, oppose and you die!"
Ming Zhitian jumped back, "Wow, you old fellow, you're so devious. On the surface, you preach grand principles to me, but secretly, you're trying every way to force me to submit."
Ouyang Yuanxia was also helpless, "I have no choice. Even though you are the disciple of the Martial Saint benefactor, favors can only be repaid in the next life."
"I have waited so long, how can I give up now? Furthermore, what parents in this world do not think of their children? I am merely fulfilling my duty as a father."
Ming Zhitian nodded, "Alright, I agree."
Ouyang Yuanxia, who had expected him to resist to the death, breathed a sigh of relief and made Ming Zhitian swear, "If, one day, I have the ability to enter the Forgotten Kingdom, I will do my utmost to rescue Ouyang Ni Feng. Otherwise, may I be struck by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and my soul annihilated in the Nine Heavens!"
Ming Zhitian's hair stood on end, "What a vicious oath."