“Senior.”
Seeing this, Chu Feng quickly supported Gu Mingyuan.
At the same time, he released his barrier power to begin healing her.
But upon sensing her condition, Chu Feng realized Gu Mingyuan was extremely weak. Her soul was not only burning hot but also in utter disarray, as if it were about to dissipate.
For a master like Gu Mingyuan to be in such a life-threatening state was alarming.
Buzz—
A barrier formation emerged, enveloping Gu Mingyuan.
It was Master Liangqiu’s doing.
“Master, Chu Feng, what happened to Mingyuan?” At that moment, Chu Xuanzhengfa approached.
Chu Xuanzhengfa’s face was streaked with blood, clearly from when Gu Mingyuan had pushed him away, injuring him.
Yet he showed no resentment, only deep concern for her condition.
“She burned her soul,” Chu Feng said.
“Burned her soul?!” Chu Xuanzhengfa’s face paled instantly.
As a martial cultivator, he knew the dangers of burning one’s soul—it was tantamount to suicide.
He hurriedly asked, “Why would she do that?”
“It’s likely a special technique that uses soul-burning to boost her speed.”
“Otherwise, starting after us, she couldn’t have caught up so quickly.”
“She must have learned about your daughter’s situation after returning to the Chu Heavenly Clan and, worried for her, spared no effort to catch up.”
Master Liangqiu explained.
Hearing this, Chu Xuanzhengfa’s heart ached. He knelt with a thud, his contorted face a mix of tears and blood.
Chu Feng had known Chu Xuanzhengfa for a long time and knew him as a resolute, iron-willed man.
Even when a massive army of cultivators besieged the Chu Heavenly Clan, or when the Blood Devouring Hall threatened to annihilate them, Chu Xuanzhengfa never flinched or shed a tear.
But in recent days, Chu Feng couldn’t count how many times he’d seen him cry.
Yet only two people brought him to tears.
One was his daughter, Chu Lingxi.
The other was his wife, Gu Mingyuan.
Whether Gu Mingyuan acknowledged him or not, Chu Feng could see that Chu Xuanzhengfa deeply loved her.
“Mingyuan, why were you so foolish?”
Chu Xuanzhengfa approached Gu Mingyuan again, his tear-filled eyes brimming with heartache.
But his outstretched hand hovered outside her, not daring to touch.
Seeing Chu Xuanzhengfa like this, Chu Feng sighed inwardly, “Senior, aren’t you just as foolish?”
Chu Feng still remembered when Master Liangqiu said Chu Lingxi needed eyes, and Chu Xuanzhengfa unhesitatingly offered his own.
Recalling that moment and seeing Gu Mingyuan now, who had burned her soul to catch up for her daughter’s sake, Chu Feng was overwhelmed with emotion…
If there was love in this world, the greatest must be a father’s love, a mother’s love.
…
Due to the urgency, after stabilizing Gu Mingyuan’s soul, Master Liangqiu entrusted her healing to Chu Feng.
Master Liangqiu then led them to find his old friend.
Though Mirror Sea appeared calm on the surface, its skies were plagued by endless storms, never ceasing for a single day.
In such harsh conditions, a small straw hut stood.
The hut was not only tiny but looked fragile. Normally, Mirror Sea’s rain would destroy it in an instant.
Yet, standing on the sea under dark clouds and relentless storms, not a single straw was displaced, its resilience almost miraculous.
This was the residence of Master Liangqiu’s friend.
This friend was a mysterious figure.
Despite years of acquaintance, Master Liangqiu didn’t know his name, only that his surname was Zhu.
In the world of cultivators, many hidden masters existed, unknown but immensely powerful.
In Master Liangqiu’s mind, this friend, secluded in Mirror Sea, was the strongest hidden master he knew in the Ancestral Martial Starfield.
This Zhu not only had Supreme Realm cultivation but was already a Dragon Mark Saint-cloak World Spiritist when they met.
The world called Master Liangqiu the strongest world spiritist in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, but he knew this recluse in Mirror Sea was the true strongest.
Such a hidden master’s residence was naturally more than a simple straw hut.
Though rain fell on the hut, it was shielded by a barrier.
This barrier didn’t affect the weather but blocked cultivators.
A Dragon Mark Saint-cloak World Spiritist’s barrier was impenetrable to ordinary people, let alone detecting this hidden master.
Swish, swish, swish—
Suddenly, several figures bypassed the barrier and appeared outside the hut.
It was Chu Feng, Master Liangqiu, and the others.
Under Chu Feng’s care, Gu Mingyuan had regained consciousness, though still very weak.
Only Chu Lingxi remained unconscious…
“What luck, the old man’s actually here.”
Passing through the barrier, Master Liangqiu’s face lit up with joy.
His greatest fear was that his friend wouldn’t be here, as he rarely stayed, often immersing himself in Mirror Sea, away for half a month at the shortest, years at the longest.
To find him here during an emergency was incredibly fortunate.
“Liangqiu, why bring strangers here?”
“Have you forgotten our agreement?”
A voice came from the hut, cold and displeased, hardly welcoming a friend.
“Brother Zhu, I know you dislike disturbances, but I’m truly out of options. Please help today,” Master Liangqiu said.
“What help do you need?” the voice inside asked.
“I need to know the location of the Deep Sea Eye,” Master Liangqiu said.
“The Deep Sea Eye, such a precious item, why should I tell others?” the voice replied.
“Brother Zhu, it’s a matter of life and death. For my sake, please help,” Master Liangqiu pleaded.
“Someone else’s life, not yours,” the voice said.
“Tell me where the Deep Sea Eye is, or I’ll tear down your hut!”
Suddenly, a furious shout rang out—it was Gu Mingyuan.
Gu Mingyuan had a fiery temper, especially now, with her daughter’s life at stake.
She’d burned her soul to catch up for Chu Lingxi, so she had no patience for delays.
Everyone knew Gu Mingyuan wasn’t bluffing—she’d do something drastic.
But her words terrified Master Liangqiu. He signaled her to calm down and secretly messaged her, urging restraint.
His friend was the type to yield to soft approaches, not hard ones.
“What kind of attitude is that for asking a favor?”
“Fine, let’s see how you tear down my hut.”
As expected, the voice inside showed no fear of Gu Mingyuan, only contempt.
When had the lofty Gu Mingyuan ever been so dismissed?
Chu Feng could see the fury in her eyes, even sensing her killing intent.
She was like a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.
And if she did, no one—Chu Feng, Chu Xuanzhengfa, or Master Liangqiu—could stop her.
In this tense moment, their hearts raced with anxiety.
They feared Gu Mingyuan would resort to force. After all, regardless of whether this man preferred soft or hard approaches, he was Master Liangqiu’s friend.
Master Liangqiu had gone to great lengths to bring them here, showing immense kindness.
If Gu Mingyuan used force against his friend, it would be disrespectful to Master Liangqiu.
But they all knew Gu Mingyuan was unpredictable.
Thud—
Suddenly, a muffled sound rang out.
The next moment, Chu Feng and the others froze as if petrified.
To their astonishment…
The indomitable Gu Mingyuan was kneeling on the ground!!!
