Bai Lingfa rose, smiling faintly. "Qiong Chi? Please sit."
Ming Zhitian waved his hand. "No need to be polite. I'll leave as soon as we're done talking."
Qi Guai's spirit tensed. "What do you want?"
However, the Human King Chen Du stopped her from making a move. "Don't get agitated. If he wanted to kill us, it would only take a flick of his finger. None of us would have any ability to resist. I already tried outside, didn't I?"
Qi Guai bit her lip, but showed no intention of backing down. Ming Zhitian shrugged. "As he said, but I'll be frank, I truly have no ill intentions. You are all just too on edge."
Bai Lingfa said, "My name is Bai Lingfa. I am the controller of the Immortal City. You can also call me Steward Bai. May I ask why the immortal has graced us with his presence?"
Ming Zhitian asked, "Are you a registered disciple, albeit a lowly one, of the Old Monster Xianpeng?"
"!"
Bai Lingfa broke out in a sweat. "Who are you, sir?"
Ming Zhitian said, "Are you or are you not?"
Bai Lingfa nodded. "Yes."
Ming Zhitian said, "Then it's settled. You don't need to know who I am. I am entrusted by Old Monster Xianpeng to pass on the immortal sect's cultivation techniques to you."
Bai Lingfa was overjoyed. "Master he..."
"Don't speak yet." Ming Zhitian pointed a finger, striking him squarely on the brow. A sudden flash of light erupted.
"Steward!" Qi Guai and Chen Du were caught off guard.
Ming Zhitian ignored them and imparted all of Old Monster Xianpeng's lifelong supreme skills: "Fanyian Finger," "Eyes of the Immortal," and "Path of the Immortal." How much Bai Lingfa could comprehend was no longer his concern.
Ming Zhitian sat quietly to the side, summoning a pile of bottles and jars containing one hundred and thousand-grade elixirs.
After a while...
Having absorbed the cultivation technique information in his mind, Bai Lingfa's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, breaking through several great realms consecutively!
Qi Guai and Chen Du rejoiced. "Congratulations, Steward Bai!"
Bai Lingfa then turned to Ming Zhitian and, with a thud, knelt before him.
"Thank you, Senior Brother, for imparting the cultivation techniques to Lingfa!"
Ming Zhitian looked up. "It seems you have already guessed my identity."
He then rose and presented the many elixirs on the table. "Here are some elixirs that will greatly aid your cultivation. They should be enough for your practice for the next fifty years."
Bai Lingfa and the other two were overjoyed! They received the elixirs, their hearts too excited to be contained.
Ming Zhitian said, "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving now."
Bai Lingfa said, "Where is Senior Brother heading? It's rare for us fellow disciples to reunite. Why not stay for a few more days?"
Ming Zhitian waved his hand slightly. "I have other important matters to attend to and must rush to the next destination. Farewell."
Bai Lingfa watched his departing back. "Senior Brother is truly an extraordinary person. It's no wonder Master chose him..."
...
Demon Spirit City—
As Ming Zhitian set foot in the sky, a figure accompanied by a golden light extended a leg from the void and stepped onto the same ground. The two brushed past each other.
Unbeknownst to them, this person was the Boundless Emperor. He casually raised his eyes. "A mere God Emperor realm?"
It was as if space had solidified at that moment. As he spoke again, breaking the silence, "A God Realm?"
The God Realm was unfathomable in terms of precise cultivation, even for the Boundless Emperor.
He exuded an aura of royalty, possessed a legendary physique, divine eyes, and a clear, fair face. His every word conveyed an ancient tone, as if he had witnessed the ebb and flow of millennia.
Ming Zhitian met his gaze. Both had already suppressed their cultivation to the Asura realm.
Suddenly! Both attacked simultaneously! A punch and a palm strike!
The collision of fist and palm created sparks in space, but that was all. Neither threw a second move, for they had already understood each other.
The Boundless Emperor said, "This Emperor has matters to attend to. We shall battle in the heavens another day."
Ming Zhitian vaguely guessed the identity of the approaching person, for in all the myriad realms, there was no one else invincible, except for that one individual who was both so near and yet so unattainable: the Boundless Emperor.