Yun Ting: My Father Has Arrived, I'm Not Leaving

"This young friend has a destiny with this humble Taoist. Why not take me as your master? If you do, there will naturally be benefits for you." A flicker of suspicion passed through Zhunti's eyes.

"Mm, since you say so, Senior, I'll consider it. But... Senior, if I take you as my master, I'm afraid my father won't agree." Yun Ting rubbed his hands together and gave a sly grin.

"No matter, no matter. I'll discuss it with him myself." Zhunti replied casually, thinking to himself: 'This kid only reached the Golden Immortal realm upon transformation. His father probably isn't much stronger. No need to worry.'

Yun Ting shook his head. "I think my father should be on his way here by now, since I've transformed. Mm, how about we wait until he arrives?"

Zhunti nodded silently and agreed, thinking: 'Since I want to take him as a disciple, meeting his father is no big deal. If it comes to it, I'll just bestow some fortune on the father. After all, if he hasn't even reached Mount Buzhou this long after his son's transformation, his cultivation probably isn't impressive.'

Back on Mount Kunlun, within the Thatched Hut, the Three Pure Ones were cultivating in peace. Sect Leader Tongtian suddenly felt a surge of intuition. Counting on his fingers, he realized that a drop of his own blood essence had accidentally fallen onto a blade of grass, which had now transformed into a being. But why was that bastard Zhunti's aura lingering nearby? Not good—Zhunti was no good person. His son might be in danger.

With that thought, he said directly to Laozi and Yuanshi: "Big Brother, Second Brother, I'm going to Mount Buzhou. I'll be back shortly." Then he turned into a streak of light and shot straight toward Mount Buzhou.

Through bloodline resonance, Yun Ting sensed Tongtian's arrival nearby and said to Zhunti: "Are you sure you can make my father agree to let me go with you?"

Zhunti laughed heartily. "I am, after all, a Great Power at the late stage of Grand Unity. You've only just transformed to Golden Immortal. Your father probably isn't much stronger."

No sooner had he spoken than a cold snort sounded behind him: "Junior Brother Zhunti, you come here trying to abduct my newly transformed son, and on top of that, you badmouth my cultivation in front of him? Are you sure you're not disrespecting me?"

Zhunti turned around, saw Tongtian's dark face before him, and his expression stiffened. With an awkward smile, he said: "Senior Brother Tongtian, don't speak rashly. Is this child really your son?"

Tongtian chuckled. "Ting'er, activate your bloodline and show Fellow Daoist Zhunti whether we're father and son." He grabbed Yun Ting and activated his bloodline. The two bloodlines resonated, and a sword light shot into the sky—clearly, they were indeed father and son.

Then Tongtian slowly summoned the Qingping Sword and said to Zhunti with a genial expression: "Do I look like an immortal who goes around claiming random sons? You bastard, Zhunti, skulking around the East to scavenge is one thing, but now you won't even spare a newly transformed child? I won't let this slide." With that, he raised his sword and slashed at Zhunti, streaks of cyan Sword Qi flying straight at his face.

Zhunti hurriedly summoned the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree. The Seven-colored Glazed Radiance swept out wildly as he swung it, blocking all of Tongtian's Sword Qi. "Since this is Fellow Daoist Tongtian's beloved son, I naturally won't insist on taking him as a disciple. Farewell." He turned into a streak of light and sped toward Mount Sumeru.

Watching Zhunti disappear from sight, Yun Ting thought: 'Hmph, you bastard Zhunti, trying to convert me the moment I transform. My cultivation's too weak now, so I'll let you off this once. When I've recovered, this isn't over.'

Sect Leader Tongtian retracted the Qingping Sword and sneered contemptuously at Zhunti's fleeing form. "That's it? You want to steal my son? What's there to see in that crappy place of yours, Mount Sumeru?"

Yun Ting felt a thrill of satisfaction at his father's domineering protectiveness, but put on a frightened face and said timidly: "Dad, that old bastard won't come after me again, will he?"

Tongtian waved his hand grandly and laughed boldly: "What's there to fear! With your dad here, anyone who dares touch a hair on your head will get what's coming to them! Come on, let's go back to Mount Kunlun. Let your Eldest Uncle and Second Uncle take a good look at you! They're big shots in the Primordial World, so you'll definitely get some nice meeting gifts."

Yun Ting thought to himself: 'Mount Kunlun? Mm, it's still early. As long as I arrange things properly, the future will be stable.' Then he turned his gaze to Sect Leader Tongtian, and a panel slowly appeared.

[Sect Leader Tongtian]

[Cultivation: Quasi-Sage]

[Traits: Pangu's Orthodox Lineage (Purple), Heaven-Ordained Sage (Purple), Sword Dao Supremacy (Purple), Myriad Laws Return to Origin (Purple)...]

[Trust: 80]

[Hint: Trust threshold met. You may randomly extract one of the target's talents for replication!]

"Gulp..."

Yun Ting stared at Tongtian's long list of traits, his heart racing.

Especially when he saw he could extract and replicate one, his excitement surged.

At worst, it would be red. Anything he drew would be a gain.

[Replicate now?]

"Replicate!"

Without changing his expression, Yun Ting began replicating Tongtian's talent.

[Replication successful. You have drawn Tongtian's talent: Myriad Laws Return to Origin (Purple). It has fused with your Innate Spirit Body.]

What was called fusion was actually absorption.

[Myriad Laws Return to Origin (Purple): All laws return to one; one law comprehends all. Your cultivation will no longer be limited to a single method. Any spell can be quickly mastered and pushed to its peak.]

This fusion triggered an immediate epiphany. Countless streams of spiritual energy surged into Yun Ting's body. Tongtian's expression shifted. 'This is... a second bloodline awakening? I knew it—how could my son be born at mere Golden Immortal...'

As he pondered, a haze rose from Yun Ting. Golden Immortal to Taiyi in a single day. Seeing Yun Ting finish his breakthrough, Tongtian grabbed him and left, thinking: 'Mount Buzhou is Wu Clan territory. Staying too long might cause trouble.'

Yun Ting felt the wind roar past his ears and the scenery blur. Before he could react, they were already at the foot of Mount Kunlun.

Mount Kunlun stood majestic and towering, shrouded in mist and dense with spiritual energy. Yun Ting looked up and saw peaks piercing the clouds. Within the Thatched Hut on the mountain, several auras were all stronger than his. Well, he'd find out once he went up.

Before Yun Ting could think further, Tongtian had already dragged him boisterously into the Thatched Hut, laughing loudly: "Big Brother, Second Brother, you have no idea—if I hadn't gotten there in time, my son would have been taken to Mount Sumeru by Zhunti." Yun Ting looked up and saw two elderly figures in Daoist robes, with immortal bearing—Grand Pure One Laozi and Lord of the Beginning. Beside them was a plump Daoist he didn't recognize.

Laozi chuckled. "Zhunti's that bold? Daring to kidnap Third Brother's son? Second Brother, next time the teacher gives a lecture, let's teach him a lesson together. What do you say?"

Yuanshi, the most protective of his own, nodded. "Naturally. Since Zhunti dared to abduct a child, he should pay the price."

Tongtian laughed heartily. "That's for later. Yun Ting, come pay your respects to your Eldest Uncle and Second Uncle."