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The aura left within Robert had been dispelled. Under the nurturing light of Pope, the scars on Robert's body were gradually healing. However, his throat had been impacted by the recent force, and it was destined that his vocal cords would be affected. It was hard to imagine what it would be like for a suave figure, akin to a prince, to speak with a voice as grating as a broken gong. Yet from this moment on, Robert would come to know that reality.
Meanwhile, the group of five who had left the Cathedral had already been picked up by their compatriots from Huaxia. Among them, aside from Xiao Yefeng, who had suffered backlash from forcibly using the Thunderfire formation, the other three were mostly unscathed. The moment they stepped out of the Cathedral and saw their rescuers from Huaxia, Xiao Yefeng collapsed to the ground. If it weren't for Mo Fei's quick reflexes, he would have fallen flat.
On the way back to their accommodation, Xiao Yefeng had already taken a pill brought by Li Xiangjun. This pill was one of Huaxia's most confidential items. With the Material Earth Treasure long gone, alchemy now required countless herbs to produce even a few pills. Despite this, a single batch could yield only four or five pills at most, consuming tons of materials that needed to be purely wild-grown.
Thus, being given one pill was already a significant achievement. At this moment in the vehicle, Li Xiangjun was questioning Lu Zhan about how he could have been captured so easily. Although Lu Zhan wasn't skilled in combat, he held a secret identity as a disciple of the Mechanism Sect. In other words, Lu Zhan possessed at least a dozen defensive mechanisms on him; capturing him should have taken some effort even for Li Xiangjun.
However, Lu Zhan's answer surprised everyone. He explained that he had refrained from acting because Liu Yiyi had been captured and that the enemy had acted swiftly—he barely had time to react before being apprehended.
The group found Lu Zhan's explanation somewhat acceptable; however, Liu Yiyi cast a discreet glance at Lu Zhan, clearly aware of something but choosing not to speak up. At that moment, she was focused on taking care of Xiao Yefeng. After looking at Xiao Yefeng, Lu Zhan suggested, "Why don't I take over?"
He reached out for the handkerchief Liu Yiyi was holding. However, just as Lu Zhan's hand approached Xiao Yefeng, an unexpected surge of spiritual energy erupted from within Xiao Yefeng and pushed Lu Zhan away, startling everyone in the vehicle. They exchanged glances in shock; the most awkward one among them was Lu Zhan. He could only smile and say, "Xiao Brother is indeed extraordinary; even in unconsciousness, he can distinguish between genders. It seems caring for him should be left to a girl!"
At that moment, Lu Zhan inadvertently retracted a glimmer of silver light while Liu Yiyi chose not to pass him her handkerchief but instead wiped away the dust and blood from Xiao Yefeng's face with her own hands.
As dusk fell, Lu Zhan took his leave first and returned to Huaxia because he didn't want to linger in that place any longer. Mo Fei despised Lu Zhan and used protecting Xiao Yefeng as an excuse not to see him off. Lu Zhan wasn't upset; he took Liu Yiyi with him as they left America. Liu Yiyi initially intended to wait for Xiao Yefeng to return home together but couldn't resist her father Liu Qing's eagerness to see her daughter and thus had to depart.
However, it seemed that there was a rift forming between Liu Yiyi and Lu Zhan. Before leaving the hotel, Lu Zhan attempted to hold Liu Yiyi's hand but was gently rebuffed by her. Mo Fei observed everything and felt it was unfair for Xiao Yefeng; he risked his life to save Liu Yiyi only for her to leave so abruptly. Even though Liu Yiyi was Liu Xuanhuang's sister, Mo Fei felt she was being somewhat unreasonable.
Time flows relentlessly; all things may come to a halt while time itself never stops. As time passed, Xiao Yefeng returned with Mo Fei to Huaxia. This time, Xiao Yefeng gained international recognition; someone in their circle released a video clip—though it lasted only a few fleeting seconds and had an awkward angle—it captured all of Xiao Yefeng's battle against Robert.
People in this circle were astonished by Xiao Yefeng's abilities and celebrated Huaxia gaining another strong warrior with mixed feelings of joy and concern. Meanwhile, Xiao Yefeng was led by Jiang Xing into an obscure mountain area where rugged paths were overgrown with wild grass. Under Jiang Xing's guidance, they arrived at a dilapidated temple covering less than four square meters with shattered roof tiles inside.
All the way, Xiao Yefeng had held back his curiosity, but at this moment, he could no longer contain himself and asked, "President! What exactly is this place?"
At that moment, Jiang Xing bowed to a cracked statue within the dilapidated temple and said, "Master, I have brought Xiao Yefeng here."
Hearing Jiang Xing's words, Xiao Yefeng was taken aback. The President's master was still alive? Why was there no information about this in the Metaphysics Society? After looking around, Jiang Xing turned to Xiao Yefeng and said, "The existence of my master is a secret of Huaxia. No one knows except for me. You were wondering why the Pope was so generous as to let you go and even gave you two thousand spirit stones? Have you thought about who the owner of that Yellow Talisman is? Wait—ouch!"
Before Jiang Xing could finish his sentence, a completely gnawed Chicken Leg Bone hit him on the head. A visible bump appeared instantly. It was worth noting that Jiang Xing had already crossed into the Peak Level as a True Spirit cultivator; ordinary injuries could not harm him. Yet, this bone that came from nowhere had managed to create a bump, which was quite amusing.
"For the one thousand thirty-eighth time, disciple, how come you haven't made any progress at all!" A lazy voice came from above their heads. Xiao Yefeng stepped out of the broken temple and saw a Drunken Nose Old Man dressed in tattered black clothes lying on the roof. The grease stains at the corner of his mouth indicated that he was the one who had thrown the chicken bone.
"Master, you know it's been over a thousand times? Can we please change locations for this?" Jiang Xing said with a helpless expression in front of this beggar-like figure who was actually just a beggar.
"And also, Master, I gave you so many clothes; why are you still wearing this?" Jiang Xing looked at him and asked.
"Don't mention it. Those clothes look like they were meant for corpses. This outfit is much more comfortable for me! Why didn't that kid greet me when he saw me?" The Scruffy Old Taoist pointed at Xiao Yefeng.
At this moment, Xiao Yefeng finally reacted and was about to say something when the Scruffy Daoist spoke again, "Forget about all that useless chatter. I want to ask you—who is Xiao Xueting to you?"
"Xiao Xueting? Senior, I don't know that name!" Xiao Yefeng replied.
"What! I forgot your Xiao Family's rules. Knowing your father's name is already impressive; how could you possibly remember names from three generations back? Forget it. I like your style, but unfortunately, you've made too many enemies. Your cultivation is decent, but seeking revenge with your current abilities will be difficult!"
Hearing the Scruffy Daoist's words, Xiao Yefeng's eyes lit up as he directly asked, "Senior, do you know where people from Perfect World are?"
"Ah, the Dao Heart is solid, and the Benevolent Heart is about to merge. Unfortunately, this Heart of Vengeance has taken root in your Heart like a nightmare. This is the reason for your rapid progress in strength, but it is also your flaw. How about this, my disciple? You should go back for now. I will stay here for a while." With that, he shooed Jiang Xing away, who left with a look of Wish You Good Luck.
"Senior! Can you tell me about the Perfect World? What is going on? I now know about the various factions within the Perfect World, but what do they really want? Why did they kill my parents? Is this all related to the ancient civilization?" Xiao Yefeng couldn't help but ask all the questions that had been piling up in his heart when facing the old man, even bringing up matters he had heard from Kitagawa.
Xiao Yefeng believed that this scruffy old man could provide him with satisfactory answers. After all, this man had been able to repel the Pope with just a talisman and was Jiang Xing's master, which filled Xiao Yefeng with curiosity about him.
Upon hearing Xiao Yefeng's questions, the Scruffy Old Man was somewhat surprised by the last inquiry. However, he loosened a wine gourd from his waist and took a hearty swig of the fragrant liquid before saying, "Child, have you ever been drunk?"
Xiao Yefeng was taken aback and replied, "I never drink alcohol; it affects my mind and my ability to think clearly."
"What a pity! But wine is the best remedy for sorrow!" The Scruffy Old Taoist squinted his eyes as if he were already tipsy from that one sip.
"Senior, as they say, borrowing wine to dispel sorrow only deepens it! Why would you think that way?" Xiao Yefeng asked.
"Take a sip and you'll understand. This wine is called Thousand Days of Intoxication; it is the root of memory passed down through Huaxia. The answers you seek are all here. But I must make one thing clear: once you take a sip, your clarity of mind will vanish," the Scruffy Old Taoist said while shaking the gourd in his hand.
Looking at the gourd in the old man's hand, Xiao Yefeng swallowed hard and asked, "Are all the answers here? Including those about my parents?" He had never drunk alcohol; just like his principles dictated, drinking could lead to trouble and endanger his friends and teammates. As a qualified Mercenary, both alcohol and lust were taboos; either could cloud one's judgment, which was why Mercenaries often remained unmarried and unattached.
Yet all the answers he sought were right here. With curiosity and a desire for truth in his heart, Xiao Yefeng took the gourd from the old man’s hands. He inhaled deeply and found the aroma of the wine extraordinary. It seemed there was only one sip left in the gourd. He glanced at the old man, who nodded in encouragement. At that moment, Xiao Yefeng tilted his head back and let the liquid flow down his throat like a blazing fire igniting in his stomach.
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