Wushang Jinbie searched for eighty thousand Shenwu coins and put them into his storage bag, then continued to examine other items.
Suddenly, Bake woke up and seized the opportunity to pounce and bite Wushang Jinbie's hand! "Wuwu! Wa! Hu! Go!"
At the critical moment, Bake actually spoke human language, urging Ming Zhitian to leave. Ming Zhitian relaxed his guard, immediately broke free from his restraints, and tears of injury fell from his eyes. "Bake..."
If not now, then when? The enemy was too powerful. If he hesitated further, Bake would have died in vain. Ming Zhitian turned, shedding two lines of immortal tears, and fled frantically with the storage bag.
Wushang Jinbie's rage surged: "Little beast, you are courting death!"
One palm! "Bang!" Bake, despite blood flowing from his mouth, did not let go.
Second palm! "Bang!" It struck Bake's frail abdomen, exposing his internal organs and bloody intestines. Bake still bit down fiercely, refusing to release his grip.
Third palm! "Bang!" It struck Bake's mouth and nose, knocking out half of his beastly teeth. Bake finally lost consciousness powerlessly, falling into a pool of blood.
His consciousness remained, his pupils wide open, watching powerlessly as Ming Zhitian gradually disappeared from view.
Seeing that Ming Zhitian had vanished, Wushang Jinbie brushed off what he considered to be dirty energy from his clothes and looked at the dying Bake, immediately dismembering him...
He was too lazy to pursue someone who cultivated to Qi layer one and took his leave.
"Cough cough..."
Ming Zhitian, wounded, couldn't help but cough up blood while diligently covering the bloodstains left along the way to prevent Wushang Jinbie from tracking him.
He thought of the Changsheng Jue and quickly found a cave. He then took out the Taotie skin scroll, "Changsheng Jue," from his storage bag to cultivate.
The "Changsheng Jue" had healing effects: the former could strengthen bones and strengthen the body, while the latter could conserve energy and foster endless vitality.
After narrowly escaping death, Ming Zhitian broke through from the first layer of the Changsheng Jue to the second layer.
All his injuries were healed. As he opened his eyes, his gaze became much brighter.
Ming Zhitian looked outside the cave; it was already dark. He made a vow there: "Wushang Jinbie, if I don't kill you, I swear I am not human!"
He could no longer go to Lanshan Lake and Sea. The letter of introduction from Buyi was destroyed, and even if it wasn't, he would be targeted by Wushang Jinbie there. Who would believe a mere junior cultivator like himself and offend a Sect Master for him?
After spending a night in the cave, at dawn, Ming Zhitian cautiously returned to the place where he and Bake had been attacked.
He saw countless fragments scattered on the ground, stained with blood. Ming Zhitian felt heartbroken. He slowly picked up the fragments; these were indeed Bake.
His heart ached: "Bake... I'm sorry, it's my fault for being useless. If only I had handed over the Cold Iron Gauntlets. Although they are relics from Master Saint, how can they compare to your life? It's too late now."
"Slap!" Ming Zhitian slapped himself: "I vow again, if I, Ming Zhitian, do not kill Wushang Jinbie in the future, may I be struck by heavenly condemnation, endure heavenly lightning, and be damned for eternity!"
He put Bake's remains into his storage bag, returned to the cave, took out Bake's fragments, and buried them there.
Ming Zhitian looked at the nameless tombstone. He dared not write a name: "Bake, this is your temporary resting place. When I become strong, I will bring you home."
Ming Zhitian lost the Cold Iron Gauntlets and eighty thousand Shenwu coins. He almost lost the "Yuqi Jue" and the "Changsheng Jue." He realized that before he became strong, he should not carry these two items with him.
He glanced at the "Yuqi Jue" and found that after cultivating the Yuqi Jue, as a martial cultivator, unlike other magic cultivators who relied on martial arts manuals for gradual accumulation, martial cultivators could only break through through combat experience, much like the martial artists in the Celestial Sphere.
Ming Zhitian liked the path of a martial cultivator. He buried the "Yuqi Jue" and "Changsheng Jue" under the soil of the nameless tombstone: "Until I find a way to conceal them, I will keep them here for now."