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Yuan En Tianshang led Feng Zaixing and the other two to the outside of a dimly lit room, saying in a low voice, "He's in there."
Feng Zaixing took a step back, signaling Yuanen Yehui to go first. The latter cautiously pushed open the door, her pupils trembled, and then she cried out and rushed over.
"Dad!"
Inside the room, the messy-haired man's body shivered. He turned around to see Yuanen Yehui frantically embracing him, tears streaming down her face, sobbing uncontrollably.
Yuan En Tiandang looked at the girl in his arms, stunned, momentarily unable to believe it.
"Yehui, Yehui, is it really you?" Having not seen the light of day for a long time, Yuan En Tiandang's voice was hoarse and strange, trembling continuously.
"It's me, Dad, I'm Yehui, I'm back—" Yuanen Yehui cried profusely, her red hair fluttering, filled with longing for her father.
Feng Zaixing watched quietly from outside, secretly letting out a sigh of relief. Fellow Disciple Yuanen's family had upgraded from being orphaned to a single-parent family, and he believed her psychological state would improve greatly in the future.
"But how long has he not showered? He's too dirty."
As a fan of medicinal baths, Feng Zaixing loved cleanliness. Seeing Yuan En Tiandang's slovenly appearance, his nose wrinkled slightly, and he wanted to tidy him up.
"You all chat, I'm leaving first."
Yuan En Tianshang's expression was pained. He glanced into the room a few times but ultimately did not go to see his elder brother, with whom he had complex emotions.
"Farewell." Feng Zaixing bid him goodbye, then took out a collapsible bathtub and medicinal bath spiritual items from his spirit tool.
Yuan En Tiandang had Inherent full spirit power, was a Spirit Ancestor at twelve, a Spirit Douluo at twenty, a titled Douluo at twenty-four, and was now a ninety-eighth-level Super Douluo. His Cultivation speed was almost on par with Yun Ming's.
Unable to lure away the Titan Family, Feng Zaixing was very interested in luring him away. This was a top Genius who, with some nurturing, could impact the Limit Realm.
Moreover, he was also an emotional pillar that could normalize Fellow Disciple Yuanen's thoughts.
However, it was clear that the father-daughter reunion did not go smoothly. Yuan En Tiandang, who had sobered up, quickly recalled the nightmare of that year. Fearing that Yuanen Yehui would suffer at the hands of the clansmen, he pushed her away.
"Go quickly, don't come back, go quickly—"
"Dad—"
Yuanen Yehui cried heartbrokenly, standing there at a loss.
The Body Sect Senior Brothers exchanged a glance, then rushed into the room, holding down the agitated Yuan En Tiandang.
"Senior, there's no need to worry too much. We already have a solution for the Fallen Angel problem," Feng Zaixing said.
"Both of us are Federal Major Generals, and our Junior Disciple Nephew is a Federal Lieutenant Colonel. No one can touch her," A Ruheng said with a powerful Aura.
"You—who are you?"
Yuan En Tiandang looked up in surprise, scrutinizing the two young men with impressive Cultivation.
"Body Sect, Feng Zaixing. Yehui is my Disciple, and I have several Limit Douluo Seniors," Feng Zaixing introduced simply.
"Body Sect, A Ruheng."
Yuanen Yehui quietly went to prepare the medicinal bath, her purple eyes calmly watching her teachers in the room, a beautiful smile gracing her lips.
"So that's how it is—that's good, that's good. With the Angel Family's guarantee, no wonder Father was willing to let Yehui come back to see me."
After a simple Q&A, Yuan En Tiandang let out a heavy sigh, his hanging heart finally settling.
Regarding Evil Soul Masters, the Angel Family was the absolute authority. Their words carried more weight than anyone else's.
Of course, Yuan En Tiandang didn't know that Feng Zaixing's own reputation was already quite prominent. Few people hadn't heard of the title "Evil Soul Master Slaughter Machine."
If not for his own considerable strength, even if Feng Zaixing talked until he was hoarse, few in the Titan Family would have paid him any mind, let alone seriously consider his words.
"Dad, please tidy up your hair." Yuanen Yehui had prepared the medicinal bath and took out a razor, intending to groom her father.
"Let me do these myself. It's not convenient for a girl. I'll chat with your teacher."
Yuan En Tiandang was once a Prodigy of his generation and had his own pride. He wanted to maintain his image in front of his daughter.
Yuanen Yehui immediately looked disappointed, casting a pleading gaze at Feng Zaixing.
Unexpectedly, Feng Zaixing smiled and waved his hand, transmitting, "You retreat first, leave this to me."
Yuanen Yehui immediately drooped her head. A glimmer of light flashed in Yuan En Tiandang's eyes; the young man's mental force was very strong.
A Ruheng chuckled, came out to guide Fellow Disciple Yuanen in Cultivation, and conveniently sent the medicinal bath tub in, closing the door.
"Let's go, Junior Disciple Nephew. Aren't you clear about your teacher's abilities? We'll have many more days to gather in the future."
"Oh."
Yuanen Yehui walked away, looking back every few steps, her delicate face filled with reluctance.
In the distance, the Ghost Leopard Douluo of the Tang Sect, who had come to scout the situation, saw all this and felt a strong sense of alarm.
"That little thief Feng acts so fast. How can this continue?"
Having made up his mind, he concealed his figure, as if he had never been there.
"Your Excellency, that little thief Feng and his group went to see Yuanen Zhentian's eldest son, Yuan En Tiandang, who was crippled by his own hands. They are already talking."
Ghost Leopard Douluo returned to the courtyard to report, his expression urgent: "They are talking very happily. That little thief is very skillful; he might be trying to use this as an entry point."
Smiling Tiger nodded, looking up at the sky and saying, "I heard from Atlas Douluo and the Sect Leader that Yuan En Tiandang was a top Genius back then, but it's a pity he married the wrong wife and ruined his future. It's truly regrettable."
Tang Yan said indignantly, "What's regrettable about it? The Titan Family received Shrek's kindness, but now they only protect themselves. They're all ungrateful white-eyed wolves!"
Smiling Tiger didn't respond, looking at the Bone Dragon Douluo who had just finished communicating with Cao Dezhi: "Xuangu, what did the Sect Leader say?"
"The Sect Leader was silent for a long time and only said three sentences."
Bone Dragon Douluo stood up and looked at Smiling Tiger, saying, "If you're going to do it, you must succeed. You cannot harm anyone from the Titan Family. He will arrive immediately."
"Understood." Smiling Tiger looked at the sky filled with mist and sighed secretly.
"Don't blame me, Mu Ye. Your second Disciple is too sharp and too arrogant. We can only suppress him. To leave a Legacy for the Body Sect is the most I can do."
Two hours later, the sky had completely darkened. The lights of the Titan Family's mansion were extinguished, as if all the clansmen had gone to rest.
Smiling Tiger suddenly stood up, saying resolutely, "Bring the remote spirit tool. I will personally activate it."
Yuan En Tiandang's room.
The tidied-up Yuan En Tiandang looked refreshed. His body had recovered much vitality under the nourishment of the medicinal bath, but his complexion was still sallow, and his steps were somewhat unsteady, making him appear even weaker than an ordinary person.
Years of despair and physical depletion could not be compensated for by a single medicinal bath; it could not have the miraculous effect of Er Ming's essence blood.
"Yehui is sixteen this year, at the Spirit King Realm. She's a bit slower than I was back then, but still good. I'll show you a set of fists."
Yuan En Tiandang got up and demonstrated the Titan God Fist, without using any spirit power, but subtly revealing his profound understanding of Cultivation.
Yuanen Yehui's beautiful eyes curved, her heart more peaceful than ever before.
Feng Zaixing and A Ruheng, as experts, observed Yuan En Tiandang's battle techniques and divine charm, verifying them against their own Cultivation, each gaining something.
"Junior Brother, it seems this Senior has already comprehended his own Limit Dao?" A Ruheng transmitted, discerning some key points.
Feng Zaixing replied, "Yes, he walks the path of guardianship. His determination to protect his family allowed him to advance rapidly, but his Cultivation stagnated because of family issues."
"Today, his demonstration of battle techniques also has the purpose of teaching us, intentionally conveying the mysteries of the Limit Realm to us."
The two Senior Brothers exchanged enthusiastic insights, each gaining something.
Suddenly, Yuan En Tiandang's movements froze. Feng Zaixing felt uneasy, his eyes shining brightly, and the Myriad Manifestations Divine Attraction Domain immediately erupted.
"Everyone, be careful!"
Feng Zaixing and A Ruheng spoke, but their voices did not carry. Purple glow and golden brilliance rushed out of the room, blocked by a spirit tool light screen sparkling with starlight.
"Your perception isn't bad, but it's too late!"
From the shadows, three figures descended, attacking Yuanen Yehui, Feng Zaixing, and A Ruheng respectively. Yuan En Tiandang, who had no spirit power fluctuations, was ignored.
"How dare you!"
Facing sudden danger, Feng Zaixing ignored the powerful and overwhelming pressure. His Teleportation Spirit Ability bloomed, and he Teleported to Yuanen Yehui, his left hand wrapping around her slender waist and pulling her into his embrace. As he leaned back, his right hand shot out a Dark Gold Dreadclaw, clashing head-on with the assassin in the dark.
"Bang!"
The assassin in the dark was none other than Ghost Leopard Douluo. To conceal his Aura, he wasn't wearing his battle armor. His powerful ninety-third-level Cultivation was concentrated in a pair of black claws. After a collision, his agile body immediately flew backward, disappearing into the darkness.
"At a time like this, you still dare to play the hero saving the beauty, young man! You all come and pay with your lives!"
A rough, explosive roar erupted. The Clear Sky Hammer, weighing over ten thousand jin, swept over with a strong wind that shattered the air. Several spirit rings on Tang Yan's body flickered as he unleashed his amplified Legacy Spirit Ability, "Heavenly Strike," smashing towards the back of Feng Zaixing's head!
If it hit solidly, even a Super Douluo would surely die. The most overbearing aspect of the Heavenly Strike Spirit Ability was that its attacks were guaranteed to hit!
Tang Yan's spirit rings were seven black and two red. Heavenly Strike was precisely his eighth Spirit Ability, a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ability!
"Boom!"
A vast Spirit pressure descended, locking Feng Zaixing's body and the surrounding space, making it impossible for him to even change his posture.
"Indestructible Golden Body, Sacred War of the Universe!"
Facing the greatest crisis of his life, Feng Zaixing remained calm. His third and fourth spirit rings, which provided the most defense, activated simultaneously. Little Behemoth instantly merged, and his body expanded before the hammerhead arrived, using his strongest defensive back to block the attack.
"Boom—"
The earth collapsed. Heavenly Strike summoned a pillar of lightning, over ten meters in diameter, engulfing Feng Zaixing and Yuanen Yehui together.
"Sacrifice!"
Feng Zaixing let out a low roar. Ten years of life energy transformed into blazing sacred flames, instantly forming rings of radiant fire around his body, protecting Yuanen Yehui from the lightning pillar's harm.
"No! Teacher! Teacher!"
Yuanen Yehui let out a heart-wrenching cry, her deep purple eyes welling with soul-piercing tears. Her pupils were filled with Feng Zaixing's boundless, majestic body and his face burning with flames.
"Whoosh!"
The fiercely burning sacrificial flames dispersed the lightning pillar. Feng Zaixing punched, forcing back Ghost Leopard Douluo and Tang Yan, and clearly saw the battlefield.
Under the night sky, four star-like spirit tools' Auras connected, forming a covering light screen. The fat man, Smiling Tiger, manipulated them from the air, his eyes frosty.
On the other side, A Ruheng also encountered an opponent. Bone Dragon Douluo's Spirit was the Bone Dragon King, and his Cultivation direction was clearly the most unique space-type, making him tricky and difficult to deal with.
A sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth. Feng Zaixing's murderous eyes swept around, finally settling on Smiling Tiger's fat face.
"Four Peak ninth-level spirit tools, four top-tier powerhouses, traitors, you're quite decisive, aren't you?"