Chapter Forty-Nine: Bringing Her Home

Ye Feng had no choice but to bring her home. Holding Fei Xue in his arms, he knocked on the door, just as he had once brought Man Yun Yun home. The only difference was that this time his clothes were a bit more intact than before. Xia Ling opened the door and, upon seeing them, exclaimed, "Shameless!"

"Ling, it's not what you think," Ye Feng protested. "I simply brought her home, nothing else."

"That has nothing to do with me..."

Leng Yan’s cheeks were rosy, her eyes sparkling with laughter. Upon seeing Lin Yi, she slipped past Yaya and Yu He, flying straight into Lin Yi’s arms.

They had agreed to meet by the roadside, and both Zhao Yunxiao and Chaozi’s cars were already parked there. This outing was clearly a self-inflicted ordeal.

Indeed, the soul and cultivation are innate, much like inherited genes; re-cultivating merely reorders the sequence, making it possible to leave, but such a notion is far too unrealistic. Who would have the audacity to attempt it?

A powerful and invisible force surged from within Lin Yi, like unseen tendrils stretching in all directions.

Among the Fire Division, the Fire Shaman Marquis Zhu Da ranked ninety-eighth, and the one he needed to deal with now, Fire-Eyed Yuan Yingwu, was ranked sixty-first.

Therefore, for the Wu Kingdom, if Jinling remained the capital, any outbreak of war in the north would make it difficult for southern garrisons to respond in time. Only the northern troops could truly be relied upon.

The two chatted in the tent for a few minutes before leaving. Because of Yaya’s parent-teacher meeting, when Chen Xueli walked out of the tent, her expression was visibly different from when she had entered.

Two days passed without any developments; the matter quietly faded away. Phantom and Kong Wuxie returned punctually, retrieving a wisp of Lu Ping’s soul, and finally their hearts were at ease.

The stone rod was too important and there was concern that Jiang Zhuang might use it, posing a grave threat to Fu Xi. If that happened, there would be no place left in the entire wilderness.

Yet, in such an utterly ordinary house, behind a composite pavilion, and a similarly nondescript artificial rock, lay a secret chamber. Without someone to lead the way, no one would ever know of its existence.

Of course, if any fools dared provoke him, he would retaliate without hesitation.

His most striking feature was his crystal-clear eyes, which radiated a commanding presence, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Song Lanlan felt a twinge in her nose and her eyes reddened slightly. Thinking of their wild antics back at Pan University, her heart grew increasingly bitter.

Seeing this, Bao Chun swallowed her words. No need to bring it up again—it only caused sadness. Besides, every time she mentioned it, her own heart trembled with lingering fear.

Yang Chun said nothing, his hand only grasping the sword. After ten years, he finally held his hand once more.

"To Desert City?" Ye Zitong was shocked—Desert City was the last place she wanted to go, the last place she wished to see.

After several days of hard work, the preliminary blueprint for the exhibition center was finally complete. Due to time constraints, the remaining details would certainly require teamwork.

After speaking, Lu Feifei sprang from the luxurious bed, tidied her hair, and strode straight to the door.

After drinking, he cried out loudly, immediately feeling his mouth. It seemed as though his oral cavity was about to ulcerate; all sorts of dire illusions flashed through his mind. The rabbit leaped before his eyes—he knew it was an illusion, yet his body grew feverish, sweat drenched his head, and his vision blurred as he collapsed forward.

Once the grenades had exploded, Jiang Liufeng and the Tibetan Mastiff rushed over to help tidy up the scene. Soon after, Gao Zi and others arrived, but by then the most important item—a spatial bracelet belonging to Jiang Hongtao—had already fallen into Yuntu’s hands. Shen Yanrong also acquired the spatial rings from the other two.