The air filled with dust and smoke, pebbles rolling!
Yanran Qingcheng shot her last Sky Piercing Arrow and used its momentum to escape. She knew she was no match for Ming Zhitian, but how could she know that Ming Zhitian would never harm her? She did not.
As the fog dissipated, Yanran Qingcheng had already vanished, and the nine Sky Piercing Arrows also disappeared from Ming Zhitian's sight.
Ming Zhitian fell into thought. He could pursue her, but what then? Yanran Qingcheng wanted him dead; it was a fixation etched into her mind. Until he devised a solution, it was best not to pursue Yanran Qingcheng, lest it backfire.
Among the seven women, she was the most beautiful and stunning, second only to Yan Lixue. Yan Lixue possessed pure beauty, while hers was noble.
Ming Zhitian was reluctant to see her leave, but what could he do? The misunderstanding ran too deep. The next time they met, would it still be a life-and-death struggle? Ridiculous.
Ming Zhitian clenched his fist. He had to make a trip to the Demonic Sect. Given Hong Lie Feng's status within the Demonic Sect, it would save him unnecessary trouble.
He brought Hong Lie Feng to the Demonic Sect, but the Demon Ancestor was in hiding, and Ming Zhitian couldn't find him.
Ming Zhitian asked, "Do you know where the Sorcerer is?"
Hong Lie Feng thought for a moment and said, "The Demon Ancestor knows you're looking for him. He might be at His Excellency the Demon God's cultivation grounds."
Ming Zhitian said, "Where is the Demon God?"
Hong Lie Feng shook her head, "I don't know. No one knows except the Demon Ancestor."
Ming Zhitian pointed at the Demonic Sect, "I'll remember this debt. I will return one day."
Given his current strength, Ming Zhitian felt it was time to fulfill the dying wish of his master, Sheng Ran Yizhou.
He was leaving again. Yan Lixue had already been discharged from the hospital and, after accompanying Yan Fei shopping, returned to hear the news. She fell silent.
Ming Zhitian said, "Wives, this is my master Sheng's dying wish. I must go."
Ouyang Ni Feng said, "Husband, this time, you absolutely must take me."
Ming Zhitian shook his head, "Quite the opposite. The path ahead is more perilous than ever before. It's a legendary land that stretches beyond the Ancient Cultivation Realm. I don't want any of you to get hurt."
The women felt a warmth in their hearts. Yan Lixue was the most understanding. She stepped forward, tidied Ming Zhitian's collar, and adjusted the corners of his hair.
"Husband, you are the pillar of our family. Go early and return soon. We'll wait for you at home."
Ming Zhitian touched her face and kissed her, "Mhm, if I find a better and safer place, I'll bring all of you over."
He left behind a large pile of cultivation techniques for the women and set off on the road to the Ancient Star Sect.
Ming Zhitian's mind was filled with world maps. He traversed various dimensional boundaries and soon arrived at the so-called Ancient Star Sect.
Within the Myriad Beasts Territory...
Ming Zhitian accidentally entered this place. He knew the demonic beasts here were extraordinary, so he intended to find a detour.
Suddenly! A thunderous roar startled Ming Zhitian completely!
He turned to see a demonic beast covered entirely in star-gemstones blocking his path.
To be precise, it was a star-gemstone monster. Its hand was holding a large pile of unknown hundred-grade spirit herbs. It seemed Ming Zhitian had interrupted its meal.
The information in Ming Zhitian's mind informed him that it could be used as a tonic for martial cultivators! If Ming Zhitian could devour it, he would directly break through from the tenth level of the God Conferment Realm.
Ming Zhitian smiled slightly, "A tenth-level God Conferment Realm demonic beast, easily defeated."
As if sensing Ming Zhitian's contempt, the star-gemstone demonic beast threw down the pile of hundred-grade spirit herbs and charged at Ming Zhitian with its clawed fist!
Ming Zhitian said, "Well met."
Just as he was about to act, several figures flew over with "whooshing" sounds, landing in colorful blurs.
Ming Zhitian saw five people clearly: four men and one woman.
Looking at the woman before him, she was elegantly beautiful, a little playful, with a melon-seed face. Her watery eyes were like painted eyebrows, her small nose and thin lips were gentle, and her figure was delicate. Her long legs were exposed even without the wind, captivating to behold.