Free Web NovelMingxi?
The disabled middle-aged man’s attention had actually been on the increasingly agitated Ulagair in the bathtub.
He hadn't paid attention to the conversation between the two priests.
But the name “Mingxi” still fell into his heart like a stone breaking through the surface of a lake.
“Mingxi?”
Could it be her?
He froze completely, as if a petrification spell had been cast upon him.
His hands, which had been gently rubbing and cleaning Ulagair, unconsciously increased their force due to this momentary distraction.
Ulagair, already extremely impatient, was suddenly rubbed like that and immediately let out a furious shriek, like a lit powder keg.
“Ula!”
It spread its wet wings and flew out of the bathtub like a water duck, pouncing fiercely at the disabled middle-aged man, its sharp claws slicing through the air, creating a gust of wind.
The disabled middle-aged man had no time to dodge and was hit squarely by Ulagair.
He grunted, and both he and the wheelchair beneath him were sent flying backward.
“Bang!”
“Crack!”
The wheelchair toppled over, and he crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
However, surprisingly, he seemed not to feel the pain in his body; he just lay there blankly.
His eyes stared straight at the ceiling, and he muttered to himself, “Mingxi... Mingxi...”
His expression constantly changed, sometimes joyful, sometimes painful, sometimes bewildered, as if that name held endless magic for him, causing his emotions to completely lose control.
The two priests were stunned by this sudden turn of events.
“Has Ulagair driven him mad?”
“Who knows.”
Their voices seemed to awaken the disabled middle-aged man.
He propped himself up with his hands.
Several deep bloody scratches had appeared on his chest from Ulagair’s claws, and blood was gushing from the wounds.
But he paid no attention to these injuries.
All his attention was focused on the priest who had just mentioned that name.
“How old is the Mingxi you spoke of? What does she look like? Where is she from? Where is she now?”
He stared intently at the priest, like a wild leopard fixated on its prey.
His eyes gleamed with an unusual light, a complex mixture of longing, anticipation, nervousness, and fear.
His breathing was ragged as he spoke, his words extremely fast, and his voice held an undisguised tremor.
The two priests were startled by the disabled middle-aged man’s series of reactions.
They exchanged glances, clearly surprised by his abnormal behavior.
However, neither of them was foolish.
Connecting it to the disabled middle-aged man’s background, it naturally led to many speculations about his relationship with Mingxi.
They exchanged another glance, both tacitly showing curiosity, but neither spoke ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ first; instead, they both chose to answer with a question.
“What? Do you also know someone named ‘Mingxi’?”
One of them broke the silence first, directly asking the disabled middle-aged man.
Realizing the other party’s ill intentions, and not only failing to get an answer but also becoming the target, the disabled middle-aged man quickly calmed down.
Due to its special environment, the Nine Gods Temple did not have a large human population, and there was no clear division of people into different social classes here.
But where there is society, there is power; no matter how small the society, it cannot avoid the emergence of hierarchies.
Even a special existence like the Nine Gods Temple, draped in a divine aura.
Here, priests were the most powerful and influential beings; although they were not the true masters of the Nine Gods Temple, they fully controlled the operation of this space.
Most priests were strictly educated from a young age, pure in character, and kind to others.
But where there are people, there is conflict.
Where there are people, there are villains, bad people, and scoundrels.
Priests, after all, were not gods without desires, emotions, or feelings, so there was never a shortage of priests with misconduct in the various temples.
Unfortunately, these two in front of him were the type who appeared righteous and honorable on the surface but had a slight flaw in their character privately.
Especially the priest named Bai Bin.
No major problems, but plenty of minor ones.
He possessed the most common flaws of low-level power holders, such as fawning over superiors, stepping on inferiors, bullying subordinates, self-aggrandizement, and prioritizing self-interest.
The other one, named Dou Zhen, was alright; he was just a bit of a fence-sitter.
Being discovered by these two priests, he wondered if something bad would happen.
But he couldn't worry about that much now.
The disabled middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but ultimately decided to tell the truth: “To be honest, sirs, my daughter is also named Mingxi.”
This answer was clearly somewhat unexpected by the two.
Priest Dou Zhen raised an eyebrow: “Oh? So she has the same name as your daughter? I remember you’re about 45 or 46 this year, aren’t you? How old is your daughter?”
“My daughter Mingxi just turned 16 this year.”
Upon hearing this, the two priests exchanged glances, then suddenly burst into laughter.
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They laughed so hard they bent over, as if what the disabled middle-aged man had just said was some ridiculous joke.
After a while, Priest Dou Zhen finally managed to stop laughing, stammering: “Haha, 16 years old, a 16-year-old little girl. Then do you know... what level of Beast Tamers is that distinguished guest who is currently visiting the Main God Temple and has caused the Nine Gods Temple space to be completely renewed?”
He clearly didn’t need the other party to answer.
He continued with a smile: “Our High Priest said she has already contracted seven pet beasts, one of which is even the Saint Beast of the neighboring Valkyrie Temple.”
He showed a mocking expression: “Do you think your 16-year-old daughter could have that kind of strength?”
The other priest had also finished laughing.
He impatiently walked up to the disabled middle-aged man, stepped on his numb legs.
Then he forcefully grabbed his collar and threw him back into the wheelchair, looking down at the disheveled man: “Useless! Stop dreaming unrealistic dreams, hurry up and do your job! Our Ula God Temple doesn’t support freeloaders!”
The disabled middle-aged man’s face changed slightly, and his originally expectant eyes instantly dimmed.
Seven pet beasts, at the very least, would require an S-Class Beast Master.
Even if his Mingxi was a genius, it was absolutely impossible for her to become an S-Class Beast Master at such a young age; that would be beyond genius.
The disabled middle-aged man was Ming Zhiyun, who, more than ten years ago, had been on the verge of death while exploring the Wanmo Territory, and then, by accidentally acquiring a rule item in the Wanmo Territory, managed to activate the item just before dying, being teleported into the Nine Gods Temple.
He was Mingxi’s father.
Ming Zhiyun looked at their reactions and suddenly felt that he was indeed daydreaming.
Leaving aside Mingxi’s age, he had been ‘dead’ for over ten years and was in the distant Green Field Star. How could his Mingxi possibly find her way here?
He... was too fanciful.
The light in his eyes quietly extinguished like a snuffed lamp. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm
He numbly turned his wheelchair back to the bathtub. The Ulagair now floated on the water like a pure white cloud, completely at ease.
There was no trace of its previous agitation and ferocity.
“Greetings, everyone from the Nine Gods Temple.”
