"It moved!" Slowly, Wen Ping’s mouth curled into a subtle smile, as if the frigid Qu Realm suddenly turned warm. Then he stored the Life Core, hung it back around his neck in a fluid motion.
Wen Ping murmured, "Hope this unexpected joy means Shi Hua remains alive."
The system promptly responded.
"The Life Core swung, increasing the probability of finding Shi Hua to one hundred percent, along with an unexpected delight."
[Unexpected Delight: One Hour of Vitality]
[Exceeding one hour will result in Shi Hua’s remnants of vitality dissipating, leaving the host with a lifeless body. If found within the hour, the host can rescue a breathing person.]
"Fate not meant to end!"
With joy, Wen Ping spoke again, "System, increase the Flying Ship speed to the fastest!"
Though only an hour remains.
But it’s a chance nonetheless.
Isn’t it?
With the Sea Thought Strong Tea, as long as Shi Hua still breathes, keeping her alive isn’t an issue.
"System, if I want to turn the remaining mapped area upside down, how much time is needed?"
The system replied, "At least ten hours."
Upon hearing this, Wen Ping’s expression turned solemn as he said, "In that case, we can only rely on luck."
With that said, Wen Ping’s eyes lit up with a golden glow, staring intently within the Qu Realm.
The Golden Divination Eye serves one purpose—it can see others’ cultivation techniques and flaws, ignoring distance.
As long as the person appears in sight, even as a mere speck, Wen Ping can obtain such information.
Striving to absolutely avoid missing Shi Hua due to poor vision.
...
Time ticked away.
Ten minutes passed.
Everything he could see lacked Shi Hua’s presence.
...
Twenty minutes elapsed.
Only dead objects passed by the Flying Ship’s side.
Shi Hua remained unseen.
...
Forty minutes slipped by.
The searched area is only eight percent of the remaining mapped area.
Time dwindles.
Shi Hua’s chance of survival dwindles with it.
...
The final five minutes quietly arrived.
The search area reached ten percent, quicker than the system calculated.
At this pace, searching the remaining area will certainly take less than ten hours.
It’s Wen Ping’s first time breaking through the system’s estimations.
But what good does it do?
"There are sixty seconds left." The system voice whispered upon arrival.
Wen Ping stood there, eyes fixated around him, not responding, merely listening to the system count down in his mind.
Subconsciously, it reached 10, 9, 8...
"I see her!"
Within the last five seconds, far away, the introduction of Shi Hua’s cultivation technique’s flaws appeared before the Golden Divination Eye.
It was the Profound Level Lower Cultivation Technique—"Luohe Technique" Wen Ping handed over to Ji Liangping in Cloud Sea City.
He remembered!
"There!"
Wen Ping pointed, indicating with heart and mind, the Flying Ship immediately turning toward.
The system no longer counted down, paving way for reality’s harsh truth, "Host, I regret to inform you, five seconds will allow the Flying Ship to reach there, but you won’t be able to do anything. By the time you pull her aboard, time will have long exceeded an hour."
"That’s enough."
Wen Ping resolutely spoke.
Finding her at the final second, indeed the drama leaves him somewhat undone, but no matter what, he glimpsed hope of success.
"If only I touch her, it should count as success, right?"
"Huh?"
For the first time, the system let out a puzzled sound, followed by a warning voice, "Host, if you do so, your spiritual power will undoubtedly suffer damage, and not just mental chaos, regarding consequences irreparable by the Thousand Layers."
"We’ll talk about that later!"
The Long Yue Sword flashes!
Boom!
Boom!
The near-transparent Double Meridian Gates opened—Wind Attribute speed amplification activated.
As the Flying Ship charged toward Shi Hua floating within the Qu Realm, Wen Ping suddenly dashed out of the Flying Ship.
In one hand, grasping the Flying Sword, in the other, reaching to seize Shi Hua’s hand.
The countdown halted this instant.
Wen Ping clasped the slender jade hand.
At the same time, a formidable tearing force bore down, his head feeling as though struck by a heavy club.