"You didn't call me for breakfast..."
As Wan Yunting and Zhuo Nong were chatting, Zhang Xian'er woke up and came out. Without being called, she directly sat at the table. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the table full of rich Thai breakfast. She casually picked up a rice ball made of jasmine rice and took a bite. Her peach blossom eyes immediately lit up: "Delicious..."
Wan Yunting looked at her and asked, "Xian'er, why did your master appear last night?"
Zhang Xian'er's eyes were only on the food on the table, her little mouth stuffed full. She mumbled, "How would I know?"
"Haha, it's all for you, you little rascal!"
Suddenly, a hearty old man's laughter came from outside the living room. Zhang Xian'er immediately turned her head and looked at the person coming in. It was the old Heavenly Master, dressed in a grey Taoist robe, with a slender build, white hair tied into a Taoist bun, a face full of wrinkles, a pair of slightly upward-sloping eyebrows, sharp old eyes, a high nose bridge, and a white beard, with no trace of immortal demeanor. Zhang Xian'er happily got up and ran out, "Old man, you're back..."
Wan Yunting's expression was stunned. He also quickly got up to greet him. Facing this old Heavenly Master, the grand sect leader of Longhu Mountain, he cupped his fists and bowed: "Greetings, Old Heavenly Master. Thank you for saving me last night."
The old Heavenly Master's sharp old eyes scanned Wan Yunting up and down. He stroked his white beard with his left hand and nodded with a smile: "Not bad, a martial prodigy. At such a young age, you've already broken through the Gang Jin realm. You're even more formidable than I was in my day."
Wan Yunting shook his head and said humbly, "You flatter me, Old Heavenly Master. But, young man, there's something I don't understand..."
"It was your grandfather who asked me to come."
The old Heavenly Master knew what he wanted to ask and smiled: "But it's not entirely for you. I'm mainly here for this little rascal. By saving you last night, this girl and your Ouyang family's debt of gratitude is now settled!"
Wan Yunting's expression froze. No wonder the old Heavenly Master appeared so suddenly last night; it turned out his grandfather had invited him.
"So, Old Heavenly Master, are you here to take Xian'er back?" Wan Yunting immediately understood the old Heavenly Master's intention.
The old Heavenly Master nodded and smiled. He glanced back at his disciple beside him and said, "This girl has repaid her debt of gratitude, so naturally, she must return to Longhu Mountain."
Wan Yunting nodded, but Zhang Xian'er was unhappy. She flung off the old Heavenly Master's old arm, pouted, and said, "Master, I don't want to go back to the mountain!"
The old Heavenly Master turned to look at her and asked, "Why? You know that Longhu Mountain is about to hold a grand ceremony, and you will be a candidate for the next sect leader. Won't you go prepare?"
Hearing this, Wan Yunting looked at Zhang Xian'er in astonishment. He hadn't expected her to be a candidate for the next sect leader of Longhu Mountain!
"Hmph, I don't want to be any sect leader. It's boring staying on the mountain all the time. It's more fun outside."
Zhang Xian'er looked reluctant and disdained being the sect leader of Longhu Mountain. Then she pointed at Wan Yunting: "Besides, if I follow him, I'll have good food every day!"
This statement made Wan Yunting and Jiang Wenhao look stunned. Judging by this girl's words, she considered him her meal ticket!
The old Heavenly Master's face twitched. Angrily, he pointed at the girl: "You little rascal, I knew why you were unwilling to return to the mountain. It turns out it's all for food. You truly are a gluttonous girl."
"Hehe."
Zhang Xian'er once again linked her arm with the old Heavenly Master's, acting coquettishly with a playful smile: "Master, I'm still young and don't want to be a sect leader so early. Just let me play outside for a few more years. Don't worry, once I've eaten all the delicacies across the country, I'll obediently return to the mountain to be the sect leader, okay?"
The old Heavenly Master rolled his eyes completely, shook off the girl's hand, and grumbled, puffing out his beard: "By the time you've eaten all the delicacies across the country, who knows when that will be? I'll have long been buried in the earth by then."
"Peh peh, Master, may your blessings and longevity be boundless. You can live another two hundred years." Zhang Xian'er giggled playfully, lively and mischievous.
"Sigh..."
The old Heavenly Master sighed helplessly. He knew that from the moment this girl descended the mountain, it would be almost impossible to persuade her to return to the sect. He said, "Fine. You are simple by nature and haven't experienced much of the world's harshness and storms. Then you shall stay in the mortal world for a few years to train. Come back to the sect when you've had your fill of fun."
"Really? Thank you, Master."
Zhang Xian'er was overjoyed and, ignoring the old Heavenly Master, ran back to the restaurant to continue enjoying the Thai breakfast.
"Old Heavenly Master, please sit..."
Wan Yunting immediately invited the old Heavenly Master to sit on the sofa in the living room. Zhuo Nong also had tea brought over and stood by silently watching, knowing that this old man was an expert...
"Old Heavenly Master, what happened after you fought with the main god of the Heavenly Eye Cult last night?" Wan Yunting asked impatiently.
The old Heavenly Master picked up his teacup and took a sip, shaking his head to indicate the tea was not brewed well. Zhuo Nong, who was observant, personally crouched down to brew the tea. The old Heavenly Master said, "I didn't expect that after so many years, that old undying bastard is still alive, and still so powerful. If I hadn't been quick on my feet last night, I would have really lost half my life at sea."
These words made Wan Yunting's expression freeze, and he was exceptionally shocked. Although he couldn't discern the extent of the old Heavenly Master's martial arts realm, it was definitely beyond that of Zhong Yulong, the sect leader of the Wudang Sect.
Hearing him say this now, it was conceivable what level the main god of the Heavenly Eye Cult had reached in martial arts.
"In that battle back then, I failed to kill him. I'm afraid that not long from now, that old undying bastard will set foot in our China and seek revenge from the various martial arts sects!" The old Heavenly Master picked up another cup of tea personally brewed by Zhuo Nong and took a sip. This time, he nodded.
Wan Yunting frowned and said, "So, among all the major martial arts sects today, no one can stop him?"
The old Heavenly Master put down his teacup, looked up at Wan Yunting sitting in front of him, and smiled while stroking his beard: "Besides a few old men like me who haven't been buried yet, who else among the major martial arts sects can stop that old undying bastard?"
Wan Yunting, with a frown, nodded and sighed helplessly, knowing that the main god of the Heavenly Eye Cult would sooner or later set foot in China to settle accounts with the various sects.
"Kid, you have something that old undying bastard wants. You are the most dangerous one now!" The old Heavenly Master pointed at Wan Yunting and smiled.
"Indeed."
Wan Yunting nodded with a bitter smile, knowing that the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate were particularly important to the main god of the Heavenly Eye Cult. Although he couldn't enter China yet, he would definitely find other ways to get the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate from him.
Therefore, his loved ones and friends around him were the most endangered, which was Wan Yunting's greatest worry!
After all, the Heavenly Eye Cult was known for its ruthless methods, and they were capable of anything. This was Wan Yunting's biggest concern.
At this moment, Zi Qing returned from practicing. Upon seeing the old Heavenly Master, she also politely bowed.
"Good. It is truly rare for the younger generation of the Wudang Sect to produce a talented disciple like you." The old Heavenly Master saw that Zi Qing was extraordinary and nodded in praise.
Zi Qing bowed respectfully and said nothing, then turned and went upstairs.
At this moment, Wan Yunting's mind was a bit heavy, and he didn't know how to deal with the Heavenly Eye Cult in the future.
"Kid, you don't need to worry."
The old Heavenly Master saw the worry in Wan Yunting's heart and smiled: "Although that old undying bastard is very strong, we martial arts sects are not to be trifled with. If we join forces, they wouldn't dare to be so presumptuous and openly cause trouble in China!"
These words made Wan Yunting feel a little better. After all, China today was not the China of decades ago. Even if the Heavenly Eye Cult was rampant in Country H, in China, how could the country tolerate their criminal acts!
However, even so, the Heavenly Eye Cult's underhanded tactics were the most deadly!
In the next two days, the old Heavenly Master also stayed here. Wan Yunting spent these two days cultivating and healing his injuries. Although his internal injuries were severe this time and had left a hidden ailment, his mobility was not an issue. Therefore, Wan Yunting planned to set off for China the next day.
"Young Master Wan, she's awake!"
At this moment, Zhuo Nong came to report, referring to Ji Ruxue.
Wan Yunting got up and immediately went to the infirmary. He saw Ji Ruxue lying on the hospital bed, connected to various instruments. However, she was awake, and her condition was recovering well. Wan Yunting went over and sat beside her, smiling and asking, "I thought you were dead."
Ji Ruxue's face was pale. Although she was out of danger, she was still unable to move. She could only lie on the bed and slightly turn her head. Her alluring, bright fox-like eyes looked at Wan Yunting, and she managed a weak smile at the corner of her mouth, saying weakly, "Aren't you hoping I'd die?"
Wan Yunting smiled and said nothing more, gently saying, "Rest here and recuperate. We'll talk about everything else later."
Ji Ruxue nodded weakly, closed her eyes, and continued to sleep.
Wan Yunting got up to leave, asking Zhuo Nong to have someone take good care of her...
The next morning, Wan Yunting and his party arrived at Mangu International Airport. A private jet had already been prepared. After everyone boarded, the plane quickly took off and flew directly towards Beijing, China...
At 3 PM, at the airport in Beijing, China, Wan Yunting, Jiang Wenhao, Zi Qing, Zhang Xian'er, and the old Heavenly Master disembarked. Ouyang Zhixin and Fang Yanxi had personally come to pick them up...
"Xiao Wan..."
Seeing his son and the others emerge, Ouyang Zhixin immediately went to meet him. Seeing that Wan Yunting's complexion was not very good, he asked with concern, "Are your injuries still not healed? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
Wan Yunting gave Fang Yanxi a gentle smile and shook his head at his father, smiling, "It's nothing. I'll be fine after a period of rest."
"Okay, everyone get in the car and let's go home first."
Ouyang Zhixin greeted Jiang Wenhao and the others, and also respectfully greeted the old Heavenly Master, personally opening the car door to invite him in.
Wan Yunting and Fang Yanxi sat in the same car. Their hands were clasped. He could feel that the woman had been worried sick about him during this time, which made Wan Yunting feel uneasy. He said, "I'm sorry for making you worry."
Fang Yanxi turned her head, her eyes fixed on him. She held Wan Yunting's hand tighter. This time, she didn't blame him, just shook her head slightly without saying anything.
But the more she was like this, the more uncomfortable Wan Yunting felt. Suddenly, he felt the burden on his shoulders had become much heavier.
This immense pressure from the main god of the Heavenly Eye Cult!
"Brother, you're finally back..."
His sister, Ouyang Fanmeng, who had received a message from their father, and his mother, Xia Xiangyun, were personally waiting at the main entrance of the Ouyang family's ancestral residence. Holding Wan Yunting's arm and seeing that he didn't look very energetic, Ouyang Fanmeng, who was unaware, asked curiously, "Brother, what's wrong? Are you tired from the flight?"
"It's nothing."
Wan Yunting gently patted the little girl's head with his large hand, shaking his head with a smile.
"Let's all go inside..."
Ouyang Zhixin personally led the old Heavenly Master inside and arranged a courtyard for him to rest.
However, the old Heavenly Master was to return to Longhu Mountain the next day, so Ouyang Zhixin also arranged for a private jet to send him back.
In the evening, after everyone had dinner together, Ouyang Zhixin called Wan Yunting to the tea room. The father and son talked alone for a long time. Ouyang Zhixin also learned about all the things Wan Yunting had experienced in Country H and on Snake Island in Thailand during this period...
"So, that main god will eventually come to China to find you for the Thirteen Needles of Ghost Gate?" Ouyang Zhixin asked with a frown.