Rebirth of the Cultivation Devil-Chapter 1026 - 952: Preparing to Depart

"The Martial Gathering is meant for trading treasures among martial artists and exchanging insights. Although our Lin Family is a secular family without martial artists, we are the funders, so we can attend the Martial Gathering. Therefore, I would like Divine Doctor Ye to join us in attending this Martial Gathering," explained Lin Beishan.

Ye Qingfeng raised his eyebrows slightly. The Martial Gathering was something he wanted to witness.

A gathering of martial artists might have something valuable. If he could find some Spirit Grass or something similar, his Essence Blood could be repaired.

However, although he was now able to move freely, his body was still quite weak. Going to a place where martial artists gathered without strength would be too unsafe.

Ye Qingfeng didn’t like situations he couldn’t control.

"When is it?" Ye Qingfeng asked, knowing he couldn’t attend if it were right now.

"In half a month."

Ye Qingfeng pondered for a moment and immediately said, "Alright, I’ll be there in half a month."

Luckily, there was half a month left, enough for him to recover.

"Good, good, thank you, Divine Doctor Ye," Lin Beishan happily agreed.

Although the Lin Family was the financer of this Martial Gathering, the attendees were all proud martial artists who didn’t regard the Lin Family at all.

However, having Ye Qingfeng attend made a difference. Since Ye Qingfeng was invited by Lin Beishan, his presence naturally represented the Lin Family.

In Lin Beishan’s mind, Ye Qingfeng was already at least a War Master. After Wang Bufen reported to him about Ye Qingfeng’s slaughter of the Ghost Hand Gang,

Ye Qingfeng’s strength in Lin Beishan’s mind rose to a new level; he should at least be a War General Martial Artist.

This, combined with Ye Qingfeng’s age, made him even more formidable than Ge Min, the Soldier King of yore.

Thus, Ye Qingfeng’s future was boundless!

Therefore, Lin Beishan had to find ways to win over Ye Qingfeng.

After Ye Qingfeng hung up the phone, he made another call to Wang Siyu, saying only one thing, "Tell Zhong Ming to come back and see me."

Not long after Ye Qingfeng hung up, Zhong Ming rushed back.

Once Wang Siyu informed him that Ye Qingfeng wanted to see him, Zhong Ming hurried back as fast as he could. He had long wanted to see Ye Qingfeng, but he couldn’t defy Ye Qingfeng’s orders.

While Ye Qingfeng was still in cultivation, Zhong Ming broke into his room at once, and upon seeing Ye Qingfeng, he dropped to his knees sharply.

"Instructor!"

Zhong Ming called out sorrowfully upon seeing Ye Qingfeng’s pale face.

In his heart, the instructor was invincible, aloof and confident, with everything under his control.

He had never seen such an instructor, so utterly pale, so weak, as if he might die at any moment.

Seeing the invincible instructor reduced to this state, Zhong Ming could imagine the cost the instructor paid to save him!

"What are you doing?" Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly. Zhong Ming’s reaction was too exaggerated.

"Instructor, I’m sorry for letting you become like this."

Zhong Ming looked up at the pale-faced Ye Qingfeng, filled with guilt.

"You almost died executing my order. It was only right for me to save you."

Ye Qingfeng said calmly.

"Instructor, you don’t have to do this. This life of mine, Zhong Ming’s, is owed to you. I was prepared to give my life for you, so why do you waste yourself to save me?"

Zhong Ming said urgently.

In his heart, his life belonged to Ye Qingfeng, and dying for Ye Qingfeng was expected.

His cultivation was taught by Ye Qingfeng, who led him into the world of martial artists, allowing him to feel this power beyond the ordinary.

His revenge was possible because of the instructor’s help, enabling him to personally kill Rei Mi.

After his fiancée’s death, his greatest wish was to seek revenge and personally kill Rei Mi.

Ye Qingfeng not only taught him cultivation but also helped him avenge, and the moment he killed Rei Mi himself, he was already determined.

This life of his belonged to the instructor.

He wasn’t one for much words, nor was Ye Qingfeng.

The cultivation technique Ye Qingfeng taught him, and the medicine liquid that aided his cultivation, were invaluable treasures in the world of martial arts, which Zhong Ming only realized as he advanced further.

But the more it was so, the more guilty Zhong Ming felt because he found he couldn’t repay the instructor at all.

With the instructor’s capabilities, he hardly needed his assistance.

This time, the fact he was prepared to sacrifice himself for the instructor made him feel fulfilled and unregretful.

However, to see the instructor making himself like this to save him, how could Zhong Ming not feel guilty, how could he not be heartbroken?

He knew that with the instructor’s medicine liquid and cultivation techniques, he could easily find many willing to serve him.

"No need to say more. Since you chose to follow me, you’re my person now. Naturally, I wouldn’t let you just die like that," Ye Qingfeng said, shaking his head. Zhong Ming was overly sentimental today.

He still preferred the silent Zhong Ming, ruthless and not much for words; he found it useful.

"Instructor, though I always call you instructor, I’m merely your subordinate. Even such is my great fortune. You don’t really need to save me," Zhong Ming said, somewhat excitedly.

"Alright, I saved you for my reasons."

Ye Qingfeng shook his head lightly, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

"In the past, you might have been just my subordinate, but since I saved you, it’s different now!"

Ye Qingfeng looked directly at Zhong Ming, his tone serious: "Zhong Ming, I want to take you as my formal disciple. Are you willing?"

Zhong Ming was taken aback, overwhelmed with emotion. He felt he could never repay the instructor’s kindness in this lifetime.

"Are you willing?" Ye Qingfeng asked again.

"I am willing!" Zhong Ming didn’t hesitate any longer, bowing his head to the ground.

Ye Qingfeng nodded slightly; he was pleased with Zhong Ming’s loyalty and did indeed want to groom him.

It wasn’t just his loyalty; his diligence and endurance also pleased Ye Qingfeng. Zhong Ming’s talent was limited, but he could only cultivate body refining techniques.

The path of body refinement is tough, requiring a great deal of effort to achieve any results; Zhong Ming’s determination satisfied Ye Qingfeng.

Otherwise, despite Zhong Ming’s loyalty, Ye Qingfeng would not have accepted him as a disciple.

Ye Qingfeng’s disciples could not be worthless.

Ye Qingfeng observed Zhong Ming, nodding silently. Now, Zhong Ming appeared even stronger, his aura increasingly formidable.

Having been reborn, absorbing the spiritual energy from the Heavenly Spirit Flower and a substantial amount of Ye Qingfeng’s Essence Blood, he stood firm after breaking.

It could be said that Zhong Ming’s potential had been multiplied countless times.