CHAPTER 759: CHAPTER 759: WE MEET AGAIN {IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT AT THE END}

As the young, little, bloodied Yu Ming was immersed in the changes that had been going on within her body, the wounds on her body started to close.

But...

Rumble!!!

The heavens seemed to have no intentions of waiting for her.

This time, there were no multiple lightning bolts but a swarm of lightning that converged right over Yu Ming’s head.

Noah looked at the scene without any change in expression, but a jade bottle had appeared in his hands that he passed to Xin Yan discreetly.

9th!

BOOM!

The ninth bolt of lightning came down like a giant pillar of golden light. It wasn’t just a strike—it looked like the heavens wanted to bury Yu Ming completely.

The thick beam of lightning swallowed her whole.

Everyone watching froze in shock.

Wu Ping stepped forward, panicked. Her son’s eyes widened. Even the disciples on the flying ship gasped.

"She’s gone!" someone shouted.

Elder Shisan quickly landed the ship far away from the storm and prepared to run toward the sect—but as she took a step, a calm hand stopped her.

She turned and saw...

***

Back in the center of the storm, the huge lightning bolt faded. In its place was a red mist filled with golden sparks. It was thick and glowing, hiding everything inside.

Everyone held their breath.

Then the mist began to shift.

A figure slowly stepped out.

It wasn’t the same small girl they remembered.

A tall young woman walked forward, calm and graceful. Her long purple hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore a new red robe that fluttered in the wind. Gold lines on the robe glowed gently, showing the energy flowing through her.

Her face was no longer that of a child. She had sharp, beautiful features—a smooth jawline, high cheekbones, and calm, confident eyes.

But it was her eyes that stood out the most.

They were deep purple, glowing faintly with power, like lightning had been trapped inside them.

Yu Ming had changed.

She wasn’t just stronger. She looked older, grown up, and like someone of her age.

As the last spark of lightning faded and the mist cleared, Yu Ming didn’t speak. She gently sat down right where she stood—on the cracked and scorched stone of the mountain peak.

Her legs were crossed, her back was straight, and her breathing was slow.

She closed her eyes.

The energy inside her body was like a wild river. Now that the tribulation was over, she had to guide it, settle it, and lock it all in place. Her soul was still forming. Her realm was still expanding.

She needed to stabilize.

Around her, the wind calmed. The skies cleared. The mountain finally stopped shaking.

Yu Ming entered meditation, glowing softly in the morning light.

Mo Ji was the first to reach her. She rushed up the mountain with Wu Ping and her son close behind.

During the past few days, the two women had grown close to each other. They were similar in age despite the difference in their appearance before, but now their age seemed to match as well.

When she saw Yu Ming breathing calmly, a heavy breath escaped her chest.

"She’s safe," she whispered.

Wu Ping arrived a few seconds later, followed by others.

They gathered around the seated girl, not too close, careful not to disturb her. Even Wu He stared with wide eyes, now full of awe instead of fear.

No one said a word.

From the edge of the training ground, Noah and Xin Yan walked forward slowly. But halfway there, they both stopped.

They turned—not to Yu Ming, but toward the sky.

They looked like they were waiting for something or someone.

A moment later, the spirit ship landed gently in the clearing. Golden sails folded away, and the wind quieted. Dozens of disciples stepped off the deck and lined up behind their leader.

At the front was Elder Shisan, looking calm and composed—but her sharp eyes flicked to Yu Ming and then back to Noah.

Behind her, a young man stepped forward.

He looked to be around Noah’s age.

Tall and lean, with golden hair that shimmered in the sunlight. His white robe was trimmed with fine gold thread, and his presence carried a quiet, natural authority—like someone born to rule.

He smiled warmly when he saw Noah.

Noah’s lips curved into a small smile too, though his eyes stayed unreadable.

After ten long years of wandering the world, he was meeting him again.

Emperor Wuhan.

The golden-haired man stepped forward and spread his arms slightly.

"Noah," he said with a calm voice. "It’s been too long."

Noah nodded once. "It has."

There were no dramatic greetings or loud reunions, just quiet understanding between two men who were close friends, maybe the only friends each other had.

"You finally know how to come back home, Elder Noah." Elder Shisan quipped mockingly as she stepped forward to greet the man as well. "I thought you might have lost your way outside."

If it had been someone else, Xin Yan would have sent their head flying for talking to Noah like that, but now she had changed; she was calmer and not impulsive to such action, and these people were family.

These thoughts kept repeating in her mind as Xin Yan took her hand off the sword attached to her waist and smiled sweetly like a proper wife accompanying her husband.

All the disciples came one by one to greet Noah; the girls rushed first, then the boys, who kept on a tsundere attitude, greeting him politely from a distance.

"This is Mo Ji—" Noah tried to introduce the new members to the group, but Ma Li interjected with a sleeky smile, "...a woman you kidnapped from other nations? A trophy to your conquest. Heheh..."

Noah’s lips twitched, and so did Xin Yan’s hand once more.

Shaking his head, Noah reintroduced the former concubine, now Mo Ji, to the group.

As they talked, Yu Ming stirred from her meditative state, and all eyes fell on the young woman sitting on the ground.