Little Wind

Adolf then looked at Miya.

"Girl, use your saint fire to attack my heart," he said as he patted his chest.

"Young master, even spiritual masters will die if their hearts are pierced, not to mention being burned by the saint flame, are you sure?" She was used to Adolf's unreasonable requests. Even so, she still hesitated whenever he asked her to do something to him.

Adolf shook his head, "Girl, you must remember that even the heavens cannot kill this young master. Do it quickly, this young master will show you what a miracle is."

"Is it like before?"

"Yeah, give it a try if you want to see it."

Miya finally nodded, she took a few meters forward. In her hand, white flames then radiated before turning into a small spear.

"Throw it," said Adolf.

Whosss...

Miya immediately threw the spear, it arrived in front of Adolf's chest in an instant. Of course, it easily penetrated Adolf's body.

After that, it suddenly bloomed into flames that instantly drowned Adolf.

The sound of bodies burning could be heard from within the flames. It caused Miya's face to turn pale.

"Young master," she said, pulling back the flames.

However, all that was left now was ashes, Adolf and his wheelchair were gone.

But it was only for a moment, when Miya blinked and opened her eyes again, she saw Adolf appear with his wheelchair, nothing missing from his body.

"This..." Miya rubbed her eyes.

"Ha ha ha ha." Adolf burst out laughing.

'With this, there's no way I'll fall again,' he said to himself.

The first stage of the almighty technique called the immortal path is not only for show, it can actually give the owner immortality.

Not only did his body recover after it was destroyed, even every object it came into contact with was also restored.

The immortality that allowed people to live indefinitely wasn't something that didn't exist, but no matter how long they could live, they could still be crushed and killed by a stronger force.

'Even the nirvana of the phoenixes is nothing compared to my immortal path.'

Despite being overjoyed, he quickly sighed as he recalled how much it had cost to obtain that.

He would forget the loss he suffered, but he could not forget the deaths of those who had helped him.

He then looked at Miya who had arrived in front of him and smiled again.

He rubbed her head and asked, "do you now know what a miracle is?"

"Yes, you are a miracle." Miya nodded with an adoring expression. She looked more like a little girl now than the Fairy Moon that people adored.

Seeing how much Adolf cared for Miya, Snow put on a complicated expression for a moment.

She then said, "How did you cultivate so fast? It took me a week before I reached the first stage of spiritual warrior from mortal."

"Right, young master, even I need two days, have you cultivated before? No, you didn't."

Miya suddenly remembered how Adolf appeared.

"Hehehehe…" Adolf laughed before replying with an arrogant expression. "To me, cultivation is as easy as moving a finger."

"Let's go back, this young master wants to sleep first."

He looked at Snow with an expression asking him to push his wheelchair.

"Young master, you are already a cultivator, are you still not able to walk?" Mia asked.

"Of course, I could if I wanted to, but that would interfere with natural recovery."

His leg problem is not just an injury problem, it involves many things, from soul wounds, mental wounds, karma, curses, and many more. Such a wound was too deep to be described in mortal words.

They then returned to the building.

There was only one room on the highest floor, so Adolf told Miya and Snow to go downstairs. It wasn't that he wanted to chase them away, but he really wanted to sleep now. However, there is a difference between loss of consciousness and sleep.

As soon as Miya and Snow left, a sudden wind blew around Adolf. The wind then condenses to form a small bird.

"Young master, you're really back, do you know how happy I was when I heard you came back." Surprisingly, the bird can talk.

Adolf looked at the bird and sighed. "Little wind, I didn't expect you to be alive."

"Young master, your words sound like you want me dead." The bird called little wind grumbled.

"Well, even though you're still alive, your situation seems pretty bad. How strong was the enemy you've fought that you've fallen to this point?"

"I don't know. Compared to the people above, I'm still too weak. If it weren't for the trump card you gave me, I definitely wouldn't have lived until now." "And now I can give wind to my homeland, that's not a bad thing either."

"Since I returned, you will naturally recover to your peak state, but you may have to wait."

"Seeing you once again has been incredible for me, since falling into this state, I never expected to come back."

"Mmm, in the end, you are no longer little wind, you have become an old man."

"Ehmmm, young master, I'm embarrassed to hear that. But young master, I hope you take one young man in this country to help you."

"Sure. Although the name of this country has changed many times, the brave people of this land have never been lost, I will naturally choose one or two of them."

"I hope they don't disappoint you."

"Alright, go, go, I really want to sleep." Adolf waved his hand at the wind bird.

Talking to people who were too old made him feel uncomfortable, even though the bird was his old friend, he didn't want to talk to him for too long.