The Haotian Sect is located within the Longyou Mountains, a place where spiritual energy gathers in dense, dark clouds, making it one of the most precious cultivation grounds in the world, attracting countless people. However, due to the profound cultivation of the Haotian Sect's leader and elders, they can only look on with envy.
The Haotian Palace, located atop Dragon Roar Mountain, is a magnificent palace with carved beams and painted rafters, intricate brackets, and gilded glazed tiles. The palace seems to float high in the sky, with dazzling sunlight streaming down, making the golden glazed tiles shimmer with a blinding light. A 999-step staircase paved with white jade connects heaven and earth; the warm, smooth jade has a cool touch, beautiful yet imposing.
Inside the main hall, a sharp sound shot out like a wave of air.
"Mingyuehui, do you know your mistake?"
Yue Ran stood with his hands behind his back, his handsome face, around thirty years old, burning with fury.
Mingyuehui knelt on the white jade floor, bowing her head and bending over, her solemn expression concealing her pain.
“Master, your disciple knows his mistake,” Mingyuehui said sadly.
Even though sacrificing his junior brother Zhao Yu was unavoidable in order to save Yue Lingling and preserve the Soul Connecting to the Netherworld Water, it was still an unforgivable mistake. As Zhao Yu's senior brother, he should have risked everything to protect his junior brother and sister and the Soul Connecting to the Netherworld Water. He made a mistake in his thinking and failed to consider things thoroughly, and he deeply regretted his actions.
"Sigh..." Yue Ran sighed, her face full of worry. "Your junior brother has fallen into the hands of the Demonic Sect. The Demonic Sect is ruthless. I don't even know if he will survive."
Yue Ran gave Ming Yuehui a few perfunctory words of reprimand, and then personally helped him up.
“Master.” Mingyuehui’s eyes were filled with tears.
Yue Ran patted Ming Yue Hui on the shoulder and said, "Master knows you are filled with regret and heartache, but since it has already happened, regret is useless and heartache will only hurt yourself and others. Hui'er, the best course of action now is to gather the four kinds of rare and precious materials to refine the Rejuvenation Pill, which will help your master get rid of the hidden ailment that has plagued me for many years and achieve the power of Mahayana."
Mingyuehui bowed and took out three items from her storage bag: the Longevity Grass from the Vast Grassland, the Black Pearl from the Endless Black Sea, and the Soul-Connecting Netherworld Water from Yinhun Mountain.
"The Immortal Grass, the Black Pearl, the Soul-Connecting Netherworld Water, Hui'er, where is the Morning Sun Flower of the Wind God Gobi now?" Yue Ran asked anxiously, her eyes revealing a fanatical fervor.
Ming Yuehui moved his lips, and Yue Ran noticed Ming Yuehui's embarrassment and unease. The old monster, who had lived a long time, immediately understood the intricacies of the situation.
“It’s alright, it won’t make a difference. The Sunflower grows in the wind-god desert where the sky is obscured. The wind-god desert has been cut off from the area by tornadoes for many years. Take Hui’er and rest for a while until your injuries heal. Then we can set off for the wind-god desert to retrieve the Sunflower.”
The morning sunflower, the moonlit night, is determined to win.
"Yes, Master." Ming Yuehui knelt on one knee.
Three months later, Mingyuehui went to the Fengshen Gobi Desert alone.
Yue Ran waited anxiously for nearly half a year, but Ming Yue Hui returned empty-handed.
"Hui'er, where are the morning glory flowers?" Yue Ran's heart burned with anxiety.
Ming Yuehui was covered in soot and his face was ashen; he appeared to be seriously injured.
"Disciple has failed Master's expectations. After searching for half a year, disciple has not found the Morning Sun Flower."
"Didn't find it? How is that possible? Are you sure you searched everywhere, inside and out?"
"This disciple stormed into the Hidden Sky, turning it upside down, but the Sunflower was nowhere to be found." Ming Yuehui's throat bobbed, and a layer of sand peeled off his neck. "Master, did someone beat me to it and steal the Sunflower?"
"The Morning Sun Flower gathers the resentment of heaven and earth, and the corpse energy of ghosts and demons. It takes a hundred years to sprout, a hundred years to grow leaves, a hundred years to bud, a hundred years to bloom, and a hundred years to mature. It takes five hundred years for the Morning Sun Flower to mature and be used as medicine. Back then, when Master participated in the siege and hunt down the Yin Soul Mountain Lord, the Great Demon Kagura, he was seriously injured by him. For ten years, he has suffered from an unbearable hidden ailment, which has damaged his bones and marrow. To this day, Master's cultivation has not improved by an inch. Regardless of whether the Morning Sun Flower has been taken away, given Master's current condition, if he cannot take the Resurrection Pill within a hundred years, he will surely perish."
"Master, you will be alright. Your disciple will definitely retrieve the Sunflower."
Ming Yuehui swore to Yue Ran that once a teacher, always a father, he would repay Yue Ran's kindness.
"Okay." Yue Ran gave Ming Yuehui a dejected compliment.
In this vast world, amidst the sea of people, searching for a single flower is like finding a needle in a haystack.
Plagued by old ailments, he cannot live to see the next five hundred years.
As the saying goes, "When you think you've reached the end of the road, a new path opens up." Perhaps Yue Ran won't have to wait five hundred years; a seemingly insignificant piece of news awakened the heartbroken Haotian Sect Leader.
"Hui'er, say it again?" Yue Ran trembled, her voice a mixture of fear and joy.
"The news is absolutely true, Master. The Sunflower is in the hands of Shenyin, the young master of Yinhun Mountain."
Upon hearing this, Yue Ran suddenly became as calm as a deep pool, staring intently at Ming Yuehui.
“Hui’er, I once heard Lingling say that the demoness goddess Shenyin of the Demonic Sect is in love with you.”
Ming Yuehui thought that Yue Ran was doubting his loyalty to Haotian Sect, so he hurriedly stated his position, "Master, you raised me and taught me the supreme Haotian techniques. You have a deep affection for me, and I would never dare to have any ill will towards Haotian Sect."
Born a human of the heavens, and will die a ghost of the heavens; in this life, I will vanquish demons and protect the righteous path.
Yue Ran smiled, and her hearty laughter dispelled the somber atmosphere.
"Hahaha... Hui'er, you've misunderstood. That's not what I meant. The demoness of the Demonic Cult is infatuated with you. If you secretly sneak into Yin Soul Mountain, your chances of retrieving the Sunflower of my sect will be much greater. Yin Soul Mountain is the stronghold of the Demonic Cult. There are thousands upon thousands of members, and many powerful individuals. If you are not careful, you will be attacked from all sides and will have no way to escape."
Even Yue Ran dared not confront the power of Yin Hun Mountain head-on.
Mingyuehui pondered for a moment, but didn't quite understand Yueran's meaning.
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