This great battle lasted only a short time, barely more than ten minutes from start to finish.

However, Yang Fei found himself rolling on the brink of life and death.

If it hadn't been for the Old Taoist's timely guidance, one could hardly imagine the consequences.

This move, Brahma Fetal Giant Hand Seal, is considered the pinnacle of martial studies within the Yan Ru Scripture.

It's said that when practiced to the highest realm, it can suppress all directions, making one invincible under the heavens.

How did the Old Taoist know such a formidable martial art?

Yang Fei pondered blankly, sighing deeply.

"Could it be that there really are gods in this world?"

Yang Fei shook his head and chuckled bitterly, for he was a staunch atheist.

And many facts seemed to bear this out.

The so-called gods are merely practitioners of martial arts who have evolved to the peak, whose bodies have evolved and transcended their own limits.

Take for example, humans evolved from monkeys, sharing the same origin.

Yet, in the eyes of a monkey, humans are the gods that rule over everything.

Yang Fei had exhausted his Qi of Origin Core, lying weakly on the ground, quietly nurturing himself and slowly regaining strength with Turtle Dark Qi.

But his state of mind was in turmoil.

The various oddities about the Old Taoist became more and more puzzling in his heart.

Not far away, Liang Jiayi lay unconscious on the ground.

Her fragile nerves couldn't withstand the puppet king's Mental Impact, and she fainted in the very first round.

With great difficulty, Yang Fei crawled over to Liang Jiayi to check her pulse.

Liang Jiayi's heartbeat was strong and powerful, though her breathing was a bit weak.

Yang Fei pried open her eyelids to see her pupils contracting and moving slightly.

Clearly, Liang Jiayi's spirit had suffered a tremendous shock, and even in unconsciousness, she remained entrenched in fear.

Yang Fei looked at Liang Jiayi with pity.

Under the moonlight, her eyes, nose, and profile looked as if they were carved from jade.

Her skin had the luster of jade, her long eyelashes resembled delicate curtains, fine and densely packed.

And her slightly pouting lips were plump and moist, irresistible to behold.

Yang Fei wrapped his arms around Liang Jiayi, taking off his coat to cover her, and quietly waited for her to wake up.

Yet, Liang Jiayi did not awaken.

When held by Yang Fei, she seemed to feel safe and warm, and slept even more soundly.

Yang Fei knew that at this moment, a good sleep was exactly what Liang Jiayi needed to heal her wounded spirit.

So he didn't disturb her, but held her and began to practice Turtle Hibernation.

In a state of semi-consciousness, Yang Fei's heart became clear and tranquil, gradually reaching the realm of Self-Forgetfulness.

Atop the ocean, among the rocky reefs,

a tall and handsome middle-aged man stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the bright moon.

His face, bathed in moonlight, seemed incredibly familiar and kind.

There was an indescribable calm and composure in his demeanor,

as if with a mere gesture, he could decide the fate of all creation.

The moon vanished behind clouds, and the roaring waves obscured the figure of the middle-aged man.

Yang Fei distinctly felt his heart twitch, panic setting in.

A moment later, the moon burst through the clouds, and the rocks re-emerged.

The middle-aged man, resplendent as carved jade, reached out to Yang Fei: "Come, I've been waiting for you."

Yang Fei had no idea where he was, nor did he know how to approach the middle-aged man.

His heart was filled with an inevitable sorrow and pain.

A wave of immense grief and helplessness drenched his heart in sadness.

Suddenly, a huge wave surged over, submerging the figure of the middle-aged man.

As the tide continued to rise, the middle-aged man did not reappear.

Yang Fei started to panic, searching everywhere.

But he could no longer see that familiar and kind face.

"No, don't go, come back…"

Yang Fei startled awake with a shout, his eyes snapping open.

Moonlight poured down like water, surrounded by the disarray of pine trees.

Liang Jiayi lay there with her eyes wide open, looking at him with confusion and alarm.

Yang Fei touched his forehead and found it covered with cold sweat, his eyes unexpectedly moist.

He himself did not know how many times he'd dreamed of this familiar yet strange middle-aged man.

It felt as though he was someone extremely important in his life.

Every time he dreamed, Yang Fei could feel his steadfast, expectant gaze.

Liang Jiayi looked at Yang Fei with worry.

"Yang Fei, what's wrong? Did you have a dream?"

Yang Fei gave an embarrassed smile.

He looked up and suddenly saw the morning light in the east, which startled him.

"What time is it now?"

Liang Jiayi glanced at her wristwatch.

"It's half past six in the morning."

"Yang Fei, what about the bad guys from last night? Did you scare them off?"

Yang Fei nodded but did not mention that the Sorcerer Demon King had died by his hand.

It was for the best that Liang Jiayi knew as little as possible about these Mortal World conflicts.

He looked at Liang Jiayi with concern.

"How do you feel? Does your head hurt?"

Liang Jiayi pressed her forehead and nodded vigorously.

"It hurts, it feels like it's being sawed into, I can't think of anything. It gets annoying and makes me want to vomit."

Hearing Liang Jiayi say this, Yang Fei instead comforted her with a nod.

"It's good that it hurts. If you didn't feel anything, you might become dumb."

"Pfft, you're the one who's dumb."

Liang Jiayi spat lightly, giving him a coquettish roll of her eyes.

In Yang Fei's heart, a myriad of thoughts emerged chaotically.

In Liang Jiayi's heart, besides shock, there was also a faint sense of delight.

She and Yang Fei had actually spent the night embracing each other in the wilderness.

It was indeed a very romantic thing.

The dawn in the east got brighter and brighter, and the dew on the grass tips sparkled clearly.

The entire pine forest exuded a lively vitality.

Yang Fei looked at Liang Jiayi with concern.

"Can you walk back?"

"You are the newly appointed Secretary, if people know you spent the night in the wilderness with a man, they would definitely laugh at you."

Liang Jiayi giggled as if she was relishing the romance of the previous night.

"What's there to fear? Won't a Secretary get married? I'm only twenty-five."

Though she said this, she still struggled to get up.

Just then, searing pain shot through her ankle.

Liang Jiayi let out a startled cry and fell into Yang Fei's arms.

It turned out that they had encountered an attack last night.

In the confusion, Liang Jiayi didn't know when she had twisted her foot.

Yang Fei sighed.

"Since the Secretary can't move, I guess I'll have to carry you back."

After a day and night of Turtle Ming Breathing Dan Yuan Qi, Yang Fei's strength had recovered quite a bit.

Although he still felt weak all over, he was much stronger than an ordinary man.

Liang Jiayi shrank back a little, feeling shy.

Last night, Yang Fei had held her while she was unconscious, and she hadn't felt anything amiss.

But now that Yang Fei was about to carry her again, she found it quite embarrassing.

Yang Fei laughed heartily, extended his long arm, and encircled her waist.

With a princess carry, he lifted Liang Jiayi and strode towards the town.

Liang Jiayi blushed with embarrassment, so she just lowered her head and avoided looking at Yang Fei's face.

As she lowered her head, Liang Jiayi let out a startled cry.

Her already warm face immediately turned as red as a beet.

On her left waist was clearly the imprint of a hand.

The handprint was smeared with dust and blood.

It was definitely too large to be Liang Jiayi's own handprint.

Having slept in Yang Fei's embrace last night, it was unquestionable that this cheeky fellow had left it secretly.

Liang Jiayi felt both embarrassed and annoyed, yet she didn't have the nerve to ask Yang Fei, and her pretty face was burning red.

Yang Fei noticed the awkward handprint, too, but wisely said nothing.

He carried Liang Jiayi and continued striding forward.

At that moment, a luxurious caravan was racing toward the town.

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