In the otherworld of the Bai family, Bai Qiling listened to his subordinates' reports while quietly closing his eyes and concentrating.
Suddenly, he frowned and said calmly:
"Get lost."
After the man left, a short while later, a laugh came from beside him:
"The Bai family head has been cultivating his mind quite well lately; he remains unmoved even upon hearing this terrible news."
The visitor was Xiao Yueban, who had come to heal Bai Qiling's injuries again.
Bai Qiling said expressionlessly:
"This is the third to last course of treatment, right?"
He could already feel that the energy left behind by Feng Xing twenty years ago in front of his heart was about to completely dissipate.
Xiao Yue nodded and said:
"Yes, it won't take more than three months to fully recover. At that time, I hope Patriarch Bai will remember our agreement."
Bai Qiling took a deep breath:
"Three months..."
A cold glint flashed in his eyes; all he needed to do was endure for another three months...
The next day, the Feng family's otherworld enveloped Yuezhou, and right under the Bai family's nose, a conference to offer amnesty was held.
The demons of Yuezhou have suffered under the Bai family for too long! Now that the Feng family has arrived, they have all thrown themselves into the arms of the Feng family without hesitation.
This was the simplest surrender ceremony during the Northern Expedition or the Southern Expedition, and not a single demon objected.
The people of Yuezhou had no objections; it wouldn't matter anyway.
Surprisingly, the Bai family did not intervene, and everything proceeded very smoothly.
Some people online are saying that the Bai family is scared and has backed down.
All of this was ordered by Bai Qiling, but the Bai family members felt extremely aggrieved.
Now when they walk down the street, passersby look at them with very strange eyes.
The little cat demon we subdued yesterday has already become close friends with the three sisters, Xiaoxiao, Zhutou, and Zhuxiaoxiao. It doesn't know human language yet and is learning, but it's learning very quickly. It has already learned to call the mistress of the house, although it is still a little reserved.
Thus, after twenty years, the Feng family once again achieved the "unification of the entire Chinese demon realm," except for the Mist-Faced Monk.
The "Misty Monk" seems to have been active overseas recently, with little news about them in China.
War has already broken out on the border, with the foreign demon race constantly probing. China has entered a state of war preparedness.
If Qingyan leads the Feng family once again to Xueyi City in the far north of China, they will await the arrival of the Mist-Faced Monk.
Three months have passed, and in the timeline of the wind chimes, ninety years have passed...
The sword intent surrounding the wind chime had thinned, with only a few visible sword intents remaining around it.
Ninety years have passed, and Fengling's hair has grown to several meters long, with a long beard hanging down in front of her, making her look like a wild man...
In fact, Feng Ling could have broken through this constraint fifty years ago, but he didn't; he wanted to learn all the sword intent.
The profound mysteries contained within those countless layers of sword intent are enough for him to study for a lifetime!
During the study, many things that were previously incomprehensible gradually became clear to me.
I now understand the underlying logic of all the various sword and knife techniques I've ever seen.
Among those countless layers of sword intent, there were not only swords, but also sabers!
Feng Ling didn't know who left behind these sword intents. Each sword intent seemed very different, as if they were left by the same person.
If so, then that person is definitely the ancestor of swords!
Throughout history, no one has been able to match his understanding of swordsmanship and knife skills.
The porcelain doll initially wandered around with the wind chime, but after discovering that the wind chime was breaking down and absorbing his sword intent layer by layer, he stopped to watch out of curiosity.
This gaze lasted for decades, and then several months passed. For the porcelain doll, these few months were like a short nap. It raised its hand and once again applied countless layers of sword intent to the wind chime.
Fengling opened her eyes, slowly raised her hand, and gently touched her fingertip. The endless sword intent in her heart gathered at her fingertip.
Ping Pong —
The protective shield of countless layers of sword intent shattered instantly!
At this moment, Fengling dares to say that her finger strike is already the number one sword technique in China!
If Ruo Tinghan and Wu He were to arrive, they would all have to step back. He was truly confident that, in terms of swordsmanship and saber technique alone, without any other factors involved, no one could withstand his finger strike.
The scalding magma surged toward the wind chime, but upon contact with her body, the wind chime's body emanated sword intent, repelling the magma.
Sword intent moves with the heart; wherever the intent points, it can destroy everything.
At the same time, several cold glints flashed, severing his long hair and beard, and he returned to his former appearance. Ninety years had passed, and he remained unchanged, except that his eyes were no longer as passionate as they were ninety years ago, but as calm as still water.
Over the past ninety years, he has not only cultivated his skills in swordsmanship, but also his heart, which has become as still as water.
Upon seeing this, the porcelain doll showed a delighted expression, gesturing excitedly, and the wind chime bowed solemnly to it.
Thank you.
Because of the language barrier, the porcelain doll, not knowing what was going on, also smiled and bowed to the wind chimes.
Then the brick swam quickly in the lava, and Fengling followed. The two of them went side by side and swam together in this lava world.
From the joyful expression on the porcelain doll's face, you could tell it seemed very happy to have found a kindred spirit. The purest and most instinctive smile on its face made Fengling want to stay with it a little longer.
However, you can't stay too long.
So Fengling reached out her hand to him. Since they couldn't communicate in the same language, they could only communicate through their hearts.
The porcelain doll also reached out its hand in confusion, and when the two made contact, they finally achieved a spiritual connection.
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