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Martial Hall, holding a formidable Taoist orthodoxy that accounted for two-tenths of the Heavenly Fate within the Great Universe, possessed resources that were immeasurable.

A single Great Realm was but a speck of dust to the Martial Hall.

Song Yi summoned a chariot from the Void with a wave of his hand, and as Song Lingxue got on, he spurred the chariot and plunged into the spatial passageway.

Moments later, the chariot crossed the spatial passageway, traversing the Void, and halted above a palace ornamented with gold and jade.

The palace bore no signs of weathering, clearly newly constructed. Inside, there was a martial training ground, a Spiritual Spring, a Weapon Forging Pavilion, Quiet Rooms for secluded meditation, and a Scripture Collection Tower filled with various scrolls of martial arts, fully equipped.

The martial arts scrolls in the Scripture Collection Tower were of considerable quality—Song Lingxue glanced briefly and even spotted Martial Arts Techniques and Slaughter Battle Skills that led to the highest dominions.

These scrolls were even unguarded by any protective prohibitions and could be passed on freely.

After browsing for a short while, Song Lingxue felt unable to suppress the fatigue in her body and turned towards the Spiritual Spring. She bathed in the nourishing waters of the spring to wash away her exhaustive weariness.

After bathing and changing clothes, Song Yi had already prepared a table of medicinal delicacies. The ingredients consisted of high-grade Otherkind flesh and high-quality Spiritual Medicines—all rare and potent supplements.

Among the many Taoist orthodoxies, the Martial Path undoubtedly required nutritional sustenance the most, and naturally focused significantly on culinary research.

As a Martial Servant, Song Yi had received relatively thorough indoctrination. The medicinal cuisine he prepared achieved perfection in both taste and effect.

Having filled her stomach, an irresistible drowsiness surged, and Song Lingxue fell into a deep sleep.

The fatigue derived from over a decade of life-and-death battle, hanging by a thread, was not something that could be offset in a short time.

This sleep lasted for quite a while, and when she awoke again, it was already a half-month later; some figures had appeared outside the palace.

According to Song Yi, during the days she was asleep, Xie Xingzhong had brought Song Tonghai and Li Mingzhou and others to the Lingxue Realm.

Upon learning that Song Lingxue was resting, Xie Xingzhong and Song Tonghai decided against disturbing her through the Martial Servant and quietly waited outside the palace for her to wake.

Upon receiving the news, Song Lingxue immediately started to get ready, knowing her injuries had not yet healed and that her father would undoubtedly worry if he noticed.

Shortly after, Song Lingxue stood before the crystal mirror in the palace, carefully examining her complexion—her eyes were bright, and her color was still good, showing no sign of her severe injuries.

After confirming nothing was amiss, Song Lingxue hurried outside, a touch of excitement stirring within her.

She had never expected Xie Xingzhong to act so swiftly. She thought it would be at least after meeting the Hall Master of Martial Hall that she would have the opportunity to reunite with her father.

Just as she stepped outside, Song Lingxue saw a group of people not far away, some sitting, some standing—Song Tonghai was unmistakably among them.

"Father," Song Lingxue called out involuntarily, her expression complex.
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Even when originally taken back to Taixuan, Song Tonghai had always been with her.

From her childhood to now, this was the first time she had been separated from her kin for so long. The reunion brought a mix of emotions; a slight sourness at the tip of her nose, a warmth filled her eyes but was quickly suppressed.

"Lingxue!"

Song Tonghai's eyes instantly widened, he moved forward two steps, looking Song Lingxue over carefully, not noticing anything amiss. Then he heaved a long sigh of relief. His large frame trembled faintly, barely perceptible as if a heavy burden had been lifted, repeatedly nodding:

"All is well, all is well..."

Hearing from Xie Xingzhong about the dangers of the Blood Trial, he had been restless. Now, seeing Song Lingxue unharmed, the anxiety that had hung over him was slightly alleviated.

Joy mixed with relief upon reunion, yet Song Tonghai's expression involuntarily turned a bit more melancholic.

With his eldest daughter before him, he couldn't help but remember his other daughter, Song Lingqing. This young child who had left home for the Immortal Sect had, over the years, been more away than home, causing him to feel a surge of guilt and affection.

The Martial Hall was so far from the Immortal Domain across the starry skies, and the family was scattered across the heavens. In this life, he didn't know if they would ever have the chance to meet again.

Thinking this, Song Tonghai, cautious, asked in a low voice,

"Do you have any news of Chu Zheng?"

He knew that Song Lingxue had a way to contact Chu Zheng. With the changes in status and cultivation, even towards his own daughter, he unconsciously held some apprehension, not daring to ask directly.

Song Lingxue immediately caught on, hearing the underlying concern in his question, which was really about Song Lingqing's situation.

She knew that with Chu Zheng in the Myriad Realms, he couldn't possibly look after Song Lingqing, but saying so would only add to her father's worries.

After a slight hesitation, Song Lingxue nodded and replied, "Don't worry, father, all is well."

Hearing this, Song Tonghai also temporarily set his mind at ease. Song Lingqing had Chu Zheng looking after her; it was unlikely there would be any big issues. Since everyone was still alive, there might still be a chance for reunion in the future...

Song Lingxue calmed her tumultuous emotions and turned to Xie Xingzhong, bowing deeply and formally said:

"Thank you, senior, for your care over these years."

The chances of passing the Blood Trial were not high, and Xie Xingzhong had still looked after Song Tonghai and the others for so long not knowing the outcome—this was an act of kindness.

"True Inheritor Song need not be so formal. I did this also to repay a favor, and furthermore, it was but a small effort."

Xie Xingzhong waved his hand, his voice pausing slightly: "From now on, they are in your care."