It had been more than half a month since Ye Fanchen's last battle with the mysterious expert from the Imperial City Academy.
For the past half a month, Ye Fanchen had been locking himself up in his own courtyard, frantically devouring the Demon Cores that he had accumulated in his possession.
He, who was supposed to be dead, got the chance to guard the immortal tomb for ten thousand years and reincarnate.
Luo Yanyun, who had disappeared in the abyss, suddenly appeared with a daughter who was born with a sword heart.
Ye Fanchen felt more and more that there seemed to be a big hand behind the scenes, faintly controlling the development of all of this.
He needed power, power stronger than the Immortal Prime!
"Knock! Knock! "
Someone was gently knocking on the door of the courtyard, waking Ye Fanchen from his cultivation state.
"Phew …"
Ye Fanchen opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of gray fog, slowly standing up from a round table.
This round table was his special spiritual treasure. Although it had no offensive or defensive functions, it could increase the vibration frequency of spiritual power, helping Ye Fanchen to absorb demon power better.
Opening the courtyard door, he happened to see Nangong Yaner, wearing a blue palace dress and carrying a three-tiered lunch box in her hand.
The moment he saw Nangong Yaner, Ye Fanchen frowned slightly and said, "Why did you come to the Dragon City Academy again? I didn't … "
"Grandpa Zuo accompanied me!" Nangong Yaner playfully stuck out her tongue, "I saw that you didn't go out for half a month, and I was afraid that you would get sick from being bored."
Speaking of this, Nangong Yaner raised the lunch box in her hand and said with a smile, "This is the dessert and lotus seed soup I just made. Do you want to try it?"
"You didn't go out for half a month?"
Ye Fanchen lowered his head and looked at the Thousand Feather Sword at his waist, a touch of sadness flashing across his face.
Reaching out to take the lunch box in Nangong Yaner's hand, Ye Fanchen thought for a moment, then expressionlessly said, "I have to go out later, you should go back early."
Nangong Yaner was slightly startled, her slender hand that was handing Ye Fanchen the lunch box froze in midair.
Nangong Yaner bit her lips, after a while, tears welled up in her eyes and said, "Brother Ye, you … you don't want to stay with me for a while?"
"Yes."
Ye Fanchen nodded gently and did not find any excuses.
After all, he and Nangong Yaner were from two different worlds.
He was Immortal Qingyun. In the future, he would soar to the top of the clouds and arrive at Profound Sky.
Ye, Ye, Ye, and Nangong Yaner, Nangong Yaner, Nangong Yaner, Nangong, Nangong Yaner, Nangong Yaner....
"Huff, huff —"
Nangong Yaner took a few deep breaths, then with a wave of her hand, she directly sent the lunch box that Ye Fanchen just took flying.
All kinds of colorful pastries and that bowl of fragrant lotus seed soup instantly spilled all over the ground.
"Why bother?"
Ye Fanchen sighed in his heart, but just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly found that Nangong Yaner had already covered his mouth and ran far away.
Gently shaking his head, Ye Fanchen bent down and picked up the three-tiered lunchbox again. He placed the pastries back into the lunchbox and placed them on the stone table in his courtyard.
Ye Fanchen's feelings for Nangong Yaner were very complicated. Although it was called love between a man and a woman, Ye Fanchen did not have any feelings for Nangong Yaner. Although it was called love between a brother and a sister, the two were not that close.
If it was an experienced lover, the first thing they would do when faced with such a situation would definitely not be to pick up the scattered pastries on the ground. Instead, they would chase after Nangong Yan 'er and pull her into their embrace.
But Ye Fanchen wouldn't do that, because that was how fate was.
After tidying up everything, Ye Fanchen gently closed the wooden door of his courtyard and set foot on the road that he had not set foot on for half a month.
The hustle and bustle of people coming and going gave Ye Fanchen a strange yet familiar feeling.
If Nangong Yaner had not come to find him today, perhaps he would have continued his closed-door training until he finished absorbing all the Demon Cores in his hands.
However, Ye Fanchen had already sensed that the Malevolent Qi within his body had already accumulated to a terrifying extent.
The current Ye Fanchen was like a barrel of gunpowder filled with gunpowder. He only needed to ignite the fuse and he could blow the entire Imperial City of the Snow Land to the sky!
"Before I clear out the accumulated Evil Qi in my body, I have to make a trip."
Ye Fanchen stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the nanmu scabbard at his waist. He smiled and said, "Old friend, I just came out of my closed-door training. I don't intend to abandon you!"
"Clang!"
The Thousand Feather Sword in the scabbard made a crisp sword sound, as if it was responding to Ye Fanchen.
The Thousand Feather Sword had been damaged the last time it had fought with the mysterious person whose aura was extremely similar to Luo Yanyun's. Ye Fanchen, who had been stimulated, had directly entered seclusion. He had almost forgotten that his sword was already on the verge of breaking!
Since he had already left, he might as well go and exchange for some materials to reforge the Thousand Feather Sword!
…
Dragon City Holy Academy, Flying Dragon Arena.
Even though the exchange competition between the two academies had been going on for half a month, the renovated arena was still packed with people.
Many students from the Dragon City Holy Academy and the Imperial City Academy had agreed to come to the Flying Dragon Arena to exchange pointers. They had bet a few spirit stones as prizes and also sharpened their cultivation.
Both Wang Lin and Li Xiuyuan were happy to see this.
At this moment, the Cloud Piercing Spear Zuo Zhenyun, whose name shook the entire Snow Empire, was standing in the spectator seats of the Flying Dragon Arena. After a special disguise, he looked like an ordinary old man.
"General Zuo!"
With a smile on his face, Wang Lin suddenly sat down next to Zuo Zhenyun and said, "It's rare to see Marshal Zuo not training in the army. Why is Marshal Zuo in such a good mood to come to my Dragon City Holy Courtyard? Are you going to see if there are any good seedlings? "
Zuo Zhenyun smiled and nodded as a greeting to Wang Lin.
As the general of the Snow Land, Zuo Zhenyun naturally knew about the powerful factions in the imperial court. Wang Lin was the loyal dog of the crown prince. With his status, why would he care about a dog?
During the time he spent with Ye Fanchen, Zuo Zhenyun completely saw through Wang Lin.
A person like Wang Lin, who would disregard his own family for power, was not worthy of being the dean of the Dragon City Holy Academy.
Zuo Zhenyun's indifference didn't make Wang Lin back down. Instead, it made Wang Lin smile even wider. He asked with concern, "What do you plan to do after removing your armor? Why don't you come to my Dragon City Holy Academy and become a scholar? I believe our students will be happy to accept your teachings! "
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