“When the Ke Clan kills people, we don’t ask for help from outsiders. Now, get out of here. Do your best to gain enlightenment regarding the Soul Divergence Incantation. Oh, and… don’t cause any more problems for your old man, okay? You’re not a kid any more, try to act a bit more mature….” He sighed.
Meng Hao coughed dryly and nodded. His eyes were glowing with a strange light as he suddenly looked up at Ke Yunhai, a bashful expression on his face.
“Dad, do you have the Mountain and Sea Scripture?”
Ke Yunhai stared in shock, then slammed his palm down onto the stone bed.
“You little brat! The Mountain and Sea Scripture? Do you think I founded the Demon Immortal Sect?”
“Oh. Well, even just a bit of information about it would do,” Meng Hao replied quickly.
“You can’t even get the Mountain and Sea Scripture from the three great Demon Mountains of the Second Heaven, or the two Holy Lands of the Third Heaven!” he said angrily. “Do you really think that your dad, mere Lord of the Fourth Peak of the First Heaven, could really request the Mountain and Sea Scripture from the slumbering Lord Li in the Fourth Heaven?
“If you really want the Mountain and Sea Scripture, there’s only one way to get it, and that is to acquire the legacy of Lord Li that he left behind before going into slumber. Whoever can reach the Fourth Heaven and stand directly in front of Lord Li, can get that legacy!” With that he waved his hand dismissively.
“If you don’t have the Mountain and Sea Scripture, that’s okay,” said Meng Hao quickly. He didn’t mind settling for second best. “Dad, you know those 3,000 Daoist magics that you can only get through meritorious service to the Sect? Do you think you could use your influence… to get them for me?”
Ke Yunhai’s eyes widened and he stared in shock at Meng Hao.
“3,000 Daoist magics?” Ke Yunhai spluttered furiously. “Do you really, actually believe that the Demon Immortal Sect was founded by me?”
“2,999 would also be okay, but not any less than that,” replied Meng Hao, grinding his teeth.
“Screw off! I don’t have them!” roared Ke Yunhai, waving his right hand.
“If you give me enough techniques, then I can focus on calmly practicing cultivation on the Fourth Peak….” said Meng Hao, using his trump card. When he said this, Ke Yunhai’s hand suddenly stopped moving. He hesitated for a moment as he looked at Meng Hao. Then he let out a long sigh.
“Considering my status, the best I can do is give you three hundred Daoist magics. If you can fully gain enlightenment of all of them, then I’ll see what else I can do.” Shaking his head, he made another grasping motion. His hand seemed to disappear into the air, and he closed his eyes for a moment. When he pulled his hand back, it was holding a jade slip. He tossed it toward Meng Hao, and then waved his wide sleeve, causing a raging wind to pick up Meng Hao and the two stone soldiers and send them out of the Immortal’s cave.
In the middle section of the Fourth Peak was a luxurious area filled with glittering lights and exotic plants. The large door of the Immortal’s cave there was imposing to the extreme. This was none other than Ke Jiusi’s Immortal’s cave.
Meng Hao’s heart was beating with excitement as he carried the jade slip toward the Immortal’s cave, as well as the two stone soldiers, which had shrunk down and now fit in his palm. There were about a dozen footmen waiting for him inside. Once they caught sight of him, they all smiled and clasped hands in greeting.
Meng Hao quickly found that no matter what he wanted to do inside his Immortal’s cave, there would always be someone to help him.
He couldn’t help but sigh emotionally. He had never experienced such luxury, not even when he was a Violet Furnace Lord back in the Violet Fate Sect. It was something he couldn’t quite get used to. After a bit of time, he sent the footmen away.
Finally alone in his huge Immortal’s cave, he sat down cross-legged to examine the stone soldiers and the jade slip.
Even after trying, he was not able to put any of them into his bag of holding. However, he was able to take items from within his bag of holding and bring them out.
At first he hadn’t noticed anything unusual about his bag of holding. However, after he thought about it, he realized that there was something odd about Ji Mingfeng. What was odd was that he had no bag of holding. In fact, Ji Mingfeng had been nothing but a soul.
His soul had fused with the host body, but was still nothing more than that; a soul fusion.