Chapter 33: 33: Entering the Illusion Again “What the hell is this spiritual energy…

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, March 29th 10:32, the Yaochi illusion, the passageway is opened.

Indeed, the palace of the Queen Mother of the West can only be visited by the divine bird, the Phoenix.

Zuo Langning tried many times, but found that without the help of the Kunwu Sword, she couldn't even reach the door to the illusion.

As soon as she stepped over the threshold with the Kunwu Sword in hand, she had an intuition telling her that once she stepped in, the door to the illusion would close and she would never be able to return.

Helplessly, Zuo Langning could only concentrate on manipulating the runes on the Kunwu Sword, trying his best to close the door of the illusion a little to reduce the damage to the surrounding buildings.

Ning Changkong closed his eyes and regulated his breathing beside her, trying to recover his condition. It was not until the workers from the Alien Bureau who could manipulate earth and stone arrived and took over the responsibility of maintaining the stability of the building that he opened his eyes and flew up:

"I'll set a signal outside the door. If anything goes wrong, I'll trigger the signal."

Zuo Langning blinked, feeling that this scene was extremely familiar.

However, she couldn't move at this moment, so these words were not directed to her, but to Du Yihe who was standing beside her.

Chu Qingge did not go out today, and the blue bird feather was still in his pocket. Ning Changkong activated the blue bird's aura and entered the Yaochi illusion.

In the illusion, the magnificent palace was still there, shrouded in a layer of light mist. The top of the palace soared into the clouds, and the night-shining pearls inlaid on the walls emitted a soft light.

However, the person standing blankly in front of the hall at this time was not Gu Minghui, but a little girl with tears on her face.

Chu Qingge blurted out: "On her neck! That white jade pendant!"

Ning Changkong took a closer look and found that although the shape and size of the piece were different from Yan Xiaoling's, the aura was similar.

This kind of jade pendant with the aura of a god... could it be sold in bulk? Ning Changkong couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He didn't have time to think about it. Before the Kunlun Sword Formation was activated, he flew over, grabbed the little girl in his arms, and then quickly retreated to the exit of the illusion.

At the moment when he was about to leave the illusion, a solemn and deep female voice suddenly rang in his ears, as if it was an echo across time and space:

"…If I could really save the world with my own body…"

As the sigh faded away, the gate of Yaochi made a heavy bang and slowly closed.

The door to the mysterious world has been closed by the runes on the Kunwu Sword, and Zuo Langning is precisely controlling its opening and closing.

Ning Changkong landed steadily and gave Zuo Langning an affirmative nod. He was just trying to find a staff member from the Foreign Affairs Bureau to hand the little girl over to them safely.

The stunned little girl came back to her senses at this moment and looked at the disastrous scene before her.

The precarious houses were forcibly stabilized, the terrified crowd gathered together and talked, and the injured were lying or sitting on stretchers. The sirens of ambulances and fire trucks were heard incessantly.

A trace of fear and confusion flashed in the little girl's eyes, her mouth trembled, and she finally couldn't help crying. Her two little hands tightly grasped Ning Changkong's clothes, as if looking for a safe support.

Ning Changkong quickly chanted several calming spells to calm the child, coaxing him softly, completely ignoring the fact that his heart was beating wildly in his chest due to the sudden cry.

After passing the Yaochi Illusion Level, all that was left was to maintain the buildings and search and rescue personnel, which was not the turn of combatants like him and Zuo Langning to do.

Zuo Langning raised his eyebrows and whispered softly, "Don't let her sleep?"

Ning Changkong casually made a little bird with spiritual power, which immediately attracted the little girl's attention. He took advantage of this opportunity to reply to Zuo Langning: "If she falls asleep, and someone says that her parents want to take her away, would you dare to give her to them?"

"Besides," he pursed his lips, his hands moving without stopping, "look at her jade pendant."

The little bird flew up and down nimbly in front of the little girl. With tears in her eyes, the little girl was fascinated by the dreamy scene.

Zuo Langning's gaze shifted, and then her expression became solemn.

The place where the illusion channel opens is often anchored by a magic weapon connected to its qi.

The reason why Yao Chi opened its doors here was probably because he was attracted by this jade pendant with a mysterious aura.

Ning Changkong saw that the little girl's emotions had gradually calmed down, so he coaxed her softly and told her to go to the police uncle and ask the police uncle to help her find her parents.

His voice was gentle, and the birds dancing on his fingertips seemed like a dream. The little girl slowly loosened her hand.

However, at this moment, a piercing roar broke through the night sky: "It's all your fault!"

A middle-aged woman with blood and dust on her pajamas stared at him. She struggled emotionally, trying to break free from the firefighters' control, her voice full of anger and grief.

Ning Changkong frowned immediately, and a tinnitus reappeared in his ears. He vaguely felt the little girl pulling him tighter, and quickly controlled his spiritual power to shield her from the outside world.

"If I had gotten rid of that thing earlier, my daughter and son-in-law would have died!"

"What kind of spiritual energy is this... I can't live like this anymore... My daughter..."

At this moment, the surrounding noise seemed to have stopped, and everyone's eyes were cast here.

Gradually, the people who were moved to the open space began to talk. Ning Changkong was not feeling well and could not hear clearly, but from Zuo Langning's reaction, he knew that what they were saying was not good.

Chu Qingge calmly analyzed: "This person's reaction doesn't seem fake, but someone in the crowd is fanning the flames and guiding public opinion. Maybe this jade pendant was deliberately prepared."

The little girl's hands were pulling at his clothes more and more tightly, and she seemed to be shaking with fear. Ning Changkong patted her back soothingly, hugged her tighter, and used his body to build a safe barrier for her.

The angry woman had already knelt on the ground, crying. The police officers and firefighters nearby were trying to comfort her and pull her up.

The sorrowful cries echoed in the air, and Ning Changkong could vaguely see the flashes of many mobile phone cameras.

It's a pity. Ning Changkong sighed, squatted down and whispered to the woman, "I'm sorry for the death of your loved one."

A soft glow appeared at his fingertips, and he was ready to cast an illusion of overlapping mind-clearing spells to calm the middle-aged woman's emotions and give her a psychological hint to cooperate with others.

Suddenly, a firm and loud voice stopped the noise around:

"Why are you apologizing? It's not your fault, why should you apologize?"

It was Bai Xian, he followed the movement and came over.

He took a quick look at what was happening and was furious: Why should he apologize when his child did something good?

He was the one with the highest score among his peers. People from other departments did not dare to stop him and could only let him glare at them and scold them loudly:

"The opening of the door to the illusion was purely accidental. If it weren't for someone coming to rescue you, you would have died in the ruins."

"It's fine if you don't know how to repay a favor, but why are you so ungrateful and biting back?"

Bai Xian's appearance and blunt accusation quieted down the discussions in the distance, but the flash lights were still flashing and the recording had not stopped, and Ning Changkong had no time to pay attention to them at this moment.

My dear, please stop yelling, I really can't stand it any longer. Ning Changkong rubbed his chest as inconspicuously as possible with the hand that was not holding the little girl, thinking sadly.

Oh, why do I feel so weak even though I haven't done anything today? Will I faint when I stand up later?

Chu Qingge pointed out: "You are pressing your body to the limit to bleed, and you are using too much strength. Your old heart injury has been stimulated several times. Rather than whether you will feel dizzy when you stand up, you should worry about whether you can stand up first."

The middle-aged woman who was stunned by the yelling was helped up by the staff around her, and Bai Xian also carefully helped him up.

When he stood up, Ning Changkong tried his best to appear relaxed and calm, but Zuo Langning, who was standing nearby, had already noticed that his hand, which was holding Bai Xian's arm, had turned white from the force.

This was because he no longer had the strength to stand up, so he had to let others support him with all his weight. Her throat tightened, and she spoke for him first:

"We completely understand your anger and grief, the pain of losing a loved one cannot be expressed in words.

Please know that we are with you.”

"We will take all necessary steps to ensure this matter is handled appropriately and that you and all the families affected have a clear answer."

When did Zuo Langning become so good at talking? Did she learn this from working outside every day after her spiritual energy was revived?

Ning Changkong had just suppressed a bloody cough, looked at her in surprise, and thanked her softly.

He was still worried about how to keep his voice steady and calm despite the chest tightness and shortness of breath.

The frightened little girl seemed to be stuck to him and couldn't be torn off no matter how hard she tried.

Bai Xian was afraid that he would get tired, so he just stretched out his hand and wanted to gently carry the little girl away. However, as soon as the little girl felt that she was leaving Ning Changkong's arms, she began to sob and cry.

Ning Changkong had no choice but to continue holding her, giving her the sense of security she needed most. The officers from the Other Department shuttled through the crowd, trying to find the little girl's family.

However, when the news came, it was so devastating - both of the little girl's parents had unfortunately passed away.

The first year of the spiritual recovery, March 29th, 11:23, in the alien bureau.

Ning Changkong looked at the little girl sleeping on the couch with gentle eyes and let out a long sigh of relief.

The little girl seemed to have recognized him. No matter who tried to take her away, she would only hold on to Ning Changkong tightly. Although she had contacted her other elders, they were unable to reach her for the time being.

Ning Changkong had no choice but to carry the person to the alien office himself and put him on the small bed that he had prepared in advance.

A more detailed spiritual picture, a promise that you will see me when you wake up, and a magic method to calm your mind.

The child fell asleep.

He held onto the bedside table and stood up with some difficulty, then tiptoed out and closed the door carefully.

Bai Xian and Du Yihe were guarding the door.

"Asleep." Ning Changkong nodded to them.

"Thank you for your hard work, Senior Ning." Du Yihe breathed a sigh of relief. He led the two of them out and said, "I asked someone to buy lunch. Please eat before you leave."

Ning Changkong hesitated. The food that the Alien Bureau had prepared for him must have been specially prepared, and he didn't want to waste their kindness, but he was too tired now and was afraid that he couldn't eat much.

"No need," Bai Xian refused bluntly, "Let's go back to Yuxiang to eat."

He even turned around and added to Ning Changkong, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable determination: "Let's go home."

The resentment that was blowing in his face. Ning Changkong didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he was still resentful that someone had yelled at Fenghuang in person.

Ning Changkong made up his mind. He turned to Du Yihe and said in a gentle and polite voice, "We'll eat here. Sorry for the inconvenience."

"You!" Bai Xian was anxious, "Those people said such rude things, why don't you come back with me?"

This was clearly a hint. The air in the office of the Foreign Affairs Bureau seemed to freeze because of these words, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.

"Bai Xian." Ning Changkong's voice became serious, and his eyes through the mask were as sharp as a sword. Bai Xian felt the pressure and turned his head away unconsciously.

He then softened his tone and said, "Aren't you also being angry at the innocent?"

The volume was well controlled, and everyone in the office could hear it clearly, as well as the barely concealed fatigue in the voice.

Du Yihe was a man who knew how to read people's expressions. He immediately continued, with a hint of ease in his tone: "The food is ready, please follow me."

Du Yihe found them an unoccupied single office. Ning Changkong slumped in his office chair, watching Bai Xian clumsily untie a knotted plastic bag. He smiled, straightened up, untied the plastic bag in a few moves, and opened the plastic packaging box.

"Don't live in Jinwu Garden anymore. Go back to Linghuang Mansion." Bai Xian imitated him in unpacking disposable chopsticks and whispered, "The servants in Linghuang Mansion are well-equipped and clean. You should take good care of your body."

Ning Changkong blew gently at the steaming hot air, then took a sip of the hot soup carefully.

The warmth spread throughout his body, relieving his discomfort and fatigue and making him feel a long-lost comfort.

He stuffed a mouthful of noodles into his mouth, chewed it slowly for a while, swallowed it, and then said, "I can't leave. I won't go back."

Bai Xian glared at him and was about to scold him like an elder. Ning Changkong shrank back holding the plastic lunch box and protested quietly: "Don't yell at me."

His chest was still aching, and he felt that if he was yelled at again, he would faint on the spot.

Bai Xian finally said helplessly: "I'm just angry."

Ning Changkong lowered his eyes and stirred the noodles. He felt bloated and uncomfortable after eating just a few mouthfuls.

He was worried that he looked too bad, so he didn't take off his mask. Even so, his heavy and uneven breathing still revealed his weakness.

After confirming that he couldn't eat another bite, he put down his chopsticks unhappily and said softly but firmly:

"Under the disturbance of the revival of spiritual energy, more than one Yaochi will descend upon the world."