In the ward, the quiet girl sat beside the bed, looking at the sick boy with some hesitation.

After a moment, the girl said softly, "Xiao Rong."

"Um?"

"I may have to go abroad in a while."

The sickly boy was slightly startled, turned his head in confusion and asked: "Going abroad? What for?"

The girl was silent for a while, as if she hadn't thought of an excuse yet.

The young man looked into her eyes and suddenly chuckled, "If you don't want to say it, then don't say it."

The girl heaved a sigh of relief, then pursed her lips and looked at the boy reluctantly.

The boy frowned and hesitated for a long time, but still did not ask.

He had already learned from his ancestors that Shang Xiaowen was not a simple person, but since she chose to hide her identity, and hid it so well that even he, a former real person-level practitioner, could not detect it, it meant that the girl must have something unspeakable.

In this case, Deng Herong decided to respect the girl's choice.

As long as the girl didn't bring up this matter, he would never ask.

Just like that, the two of them, one sitting on the bed and the other lying on the bed, fell into silence.

After a long time, Bai Lang and Deng Yougang, who were waiting outside the ward, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Bai Lang pushed open the door and said dissatisfiedly: "I say, you two, is this how you two date? Even if you don't do something you love, you should at least say a few words. If you don't say this, how can we, the audience, eat the dog... Ugh!"

Deng Yougang covered Bai Lang's mouth and smiled kindly at the astonished boy and the blushing girl.

"I'm sorry, this guy has cognitive impairment and can't distinguish between virtual and reality. If I scared you, I apologize on his behalf!"

"……?"

Bai Lang glared at Deng Yougang with his eyes wide open, but did not reach out to pry Deng Yougang's hand away.

Deng Herong came back to his senses and realized that Bai Lang was his ancestor's companion, so he quickly greeted him: "Hello, senior!"

Bai Lang shook off Deng Yougang's palm and said with a smile: "You are quite polite... I hope I didn't disturb you?"

Deng Herong shook his head and was about to speak when the girl next to him said, "Of course... not!"

She stood up with her bag, her face flushed as she said, "I'm leaving too, you guys chat!"

After saying that, the girl left the ward as if escaping, regardless of Bai Lang's surprised look.

Deng Yougang glanced at her back, turned his head and frowned, "Is this how you got along before?"

"..." Deng Herong shook his head. "Wenwen used to be quite talkative. Maybe she was worried today, so she didn't say anything."

At this point, Deng Herong paused, looked at the two suspiciously and said, "Grandfather, you guys haven't been eavesdropping outside, have you?"

Upon hearing this, Deng Yougang and Bai Lang both froze.

The former turned his head as if nothing had happened, changed the subject, and called softly, "Mr. Wang."

In an instant, a blue light flashed, and an old swordsman appeared beside the window of the ward, startling the young man lying on the sick bed.

“This…what is going on?”

"Let me introduce him to you." Deng Yougang said with a smile, "He is from Yanshan, Liaodong, Eastern Han Dynasty, and is the Grandmaster Wang Yue."

As soon as these words were spoken, Deng Herong's eyes widened instantly and he looked at the old swordsman with excitement.

"You... No, you are that Wang Yue?!"

The old swordsman smiled and said, "That's me."

Deng Herong blinked his eyes and suddenly asked in surprise: "You have been here all the time?"

The old swordsman's smile froze, and he coughed, looking at him and explaining, "This is the order of your ancestor. He suspected that the person who poisoned you would come here to check the situation, so he asked me to stay and protect you."

"So that's how it is."

Deng Herong nodded to show his understanding.

Deng Yougang smiled and said, "I have a mission to accomplish in this world, so I can't always stay by your side. When I'm not around, let Elder Wang protect you. You can trust him completely."

"Grandson understands." Deng Herong nodded, stood up and bowed to Wang Yue, "Sorry to bother you, Mr. Wang!"

Wang Yue smiled and said, "It's just a piece of cake."

After the two of them finished their pleasantries, Deng Yougang pointed at Bai Lang beside him and said, "His name is Bai Lang, you can just call him Brother Bai!"

Bai Lang was slightly startled, then he glared at Deng Yougang and said, "Okay, he calls you the ancestor and me Brother Bai, right?"

Deng Yougang chuckled and said, "Everyone has their own opinion!"

Bai Lang rolled his eyes: "You wish!"

After saying that, he turned around and glared at Deng Herong fiercely, saying, "This guy asked me to call him brother. Think about what you should call me now."

"Ah, this..." Deng Herong hesitated for a moment and said softly, "Why don't you just call me Senior Bai!"

"Okay, you're quite good at smoothing things over. I..."

Bai Lang suddenly paused in the middle of his words and turned to look at the corridor in surprise.

In his sight, the girl who left the ward was sitting on a bench at the end of the corridor. There was a faint smile on her fair face, and two crystal tear marks at the corners of her eyes.

...What’s going on? Why are you crying and laughing at the same time?

Bai Lang looked at Deng Yougang in surprise.

Deng Yougang thought for a moment, looked up at Wang Yue and said, "Mr. Wang, today I want to teach this kid Deng's unique skills. He won't leave here in a short time. Please go there for me and see what happened to the kid!"

Wang Yue nodded, his figure instantly disappeared from the spot, and turned into an invisible spirit and left the ward.

Of course, Wang Yue is not the only heroic spirit in Deng Yougang's hands, but most of those guys are well-known military generals in history, and they were all in their peak condition when they were young. In terms of temperament, they are far inferior to the steady and calm Sword Saint of the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Deng Yougang was not very confident about asking them to look after the little girl.

Hearing the conversation between Deng Yougang and Wang Yue, Deng Herong couldn't help but frown.

"Grandfather, what happened?"

Deng Yougang shook his head: "It's not clear yet, but don't worry, with Elder Wang's help, Xiaowen won't have any problems."

"As for you, sit up from your bed first. I will teach you the Deng family's unique skills!"

Deng Herong's eyes lit up, and he quickly got up from the bed, sat cross-legged, and asked expectantly, "Is this the technique used by the immortals to summon spirits?"

"Not all of them." Deng Yougang smiled and raised his hand, "There is also one of the Eight Great Skills, Confine the Spirits and Send the Generals!"

In an instant, seven or eight black Qi balls burst out from Deng Yougang's palms, wantonly emitting all kinds of powerful spiritual pressures, which shocked the sick Deng Herong's mind and made his body tremble.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to practice..."

…

…

On the other side, the girl who left the hospital was walking on the crowded street.

The traces of tears that remained on her face had been wiped away by her, and her dark eyes became firm.

Before coming to the hospital, she had already decided to join the Shadow Kingdom and leave China with them.

But after meeting Xiaorong, she began to struggle again with the conflict between her conscience and her desires.

In the end, she went against her decision and chose to follow her heart and stay with the person she loved most!

But if that's the case, the people of Shadowland will definitely not let her go.

They are a group of mad dogs who only know how to pursue power, and all of them are dark attribute awakeners.

The dark attribute awakeners are natural assassins and have a natural advantage in hiding their own aura.

Just like Shang Xiaowen at this moment, although her strength has just surpassed the standard of S-level awakeners, she has concealed her aura and even the top practitioners and awakeners cannot detect it.

Because of this, she knows the horror of the Shadow Realm better than anyone else.

They are a group of deadly poisonous snakes hiding in the darkness. If you mess with them, you will be in constant fear of being assassinated for the rest of your life.

Shang Xiaowen didn't want to live like this, and she didn't want Deng Herong to be implicated by her.

So, she decided to solve all the obstacles on her own before that!

Soon, Shang Xiaowen left the ecological city and came to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city.

Before entering the factory, a thick black gas surged out from her body and transformed into a pitch-black windbreaker. Her slender white hands gently opened and she pulled out a pitch-black sword out of thin air.

Afterwards, Shang Xiaowen walked into the abandoned factory with a sword and left her dark magic on a wall inside the factory.

Magic power poured into the wall, forming an intricate pattern that emitted a purple-black glow.

Shang Xiaowen silently took a step back, staring at the patterns on the wall, waiting for the members of the Shadow Kingdom to appear.

Time passed minute by minute, until half an hour later, when the shadow in the corner of the factory finally moved.

"Ms. Shang, you actually came to me on your own initiative..."

The thick shadow transformed into a handsome young man with gloomy temperament and blond hair.

He stood in the shadow at the foot of the wall, looked at the girl with a half-smile and said, "Why, have you made a decision?"

"Well." Shang Xiaowen clenched the sword in her hand, looked at him coldly and said, "I have decided... to kill you!"

"...Kill me?"

The blond young man raised his eyebrows and said with some amusement: "Just you?"

"Miss Shang, are you too confident?"

"If you want to kill me, why don't you call more people? Do you really think you can be my opponent alone?"

Shang Xiaowen said coldly: "If I call the Deng family or the people from the Cultivation Department, will you still show up?"

The blond young man spread his hands: "Of course not."

Shang Xiaowen's face turned cold: "So, if I want to kill you, I can only rely on myself!"

Before he finished speaking, Shang Xiaowen kicked his foot and stabbed the blond young man in the chest with the sword in his hand.

The blond young man smiled contemptuously and was about to sidestep to avoid the sword when countless dark arms suddenly stretched out from the shadows on all directions and instantly grabbed his limbs and torso.

"I got you!"

A hint of murderous intent flashed in Shang Xiaowen's eyes, and the black sword in his hand suddenly grew in size and turned into a two-meter-long black giant sword.

"……What?!"

The blond young man looked shocked, and the next second his chest was pierced by the pitch-black giant sword.

Shang Xiaowen smiled, grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and tried to cut open the blond young man's body.

At this moment, the right hand that was originally hanging by the side of the blond young man suddenly raised up, grasping the sword blade tightly like an iron clamp, and fixing the black giant sword firmly in his body.

"What?!"

Shang Xiaowen's pupils shrank, and she tried hard to pull out the giant black sword, but she couldn't pull it out.

Just then, a slightly joyful chuckle came from the front.

Shang Xiaowen suddenly raised her head and looked at the face of the blond young man.

The astonishment on the other person's face had long disappeared, replaced by a mocking smile.

"I lied to you!"

The blond young man sneered, grabbed the huge sword in front of his chest with his right hand, stretched out his left hand suddenly, grabbed Shang Xiaowen's neck, and slowly lifted her up from the ground.

Shang Xiaowen widened her eyes and grabbed the blond young man's arm tightly with both hands.

She wanted to transform into a shadow to escape the blond young man's bondage, but was blocked by a force of the same nature and origin, and was completely unable to merge into the darkness.

The blond young man pinched the girl, looked directly into her eyes, and chuckled, "Ms. Shang, do you know why we in the Shadow Kingdom force all dark attribute awakeners to join the organization? Aren't you worried that they will bear a grudge and rebel in the future?"

“…”

Shang Xiaowen's face turned red and she glared at the blond young man. Black flying swords emerged from all parts of her body and continuously bombarded the blond young man's body.

But no matter how hard she tried, the black sword she summoned could not hurt the blond young man at all.

"it's useless……"

The blond young man smiled and spoke.

At this moment, a blue-green sword energy came whistling and instantly cut off the blond young man's arm.

Shang Xiaowen was slightly startled, then realized that the restraints had disappeared, and quickly hid in the shadows, keeping some distance.

The blond young man looked at his broken arm in astonishment, and quickly controlled the broken arm to turn into a shadow and reintegrate into his body.

After his arm recovered, the blond young man turned his head angrily, looking in the direction where the sword energy came from, and angrily asked: "Who is it?"

"I am Wang Yue, from Yanshan, Liaodong."

Following a steady voice, an old man in a green shirt slowly walked into the factory, holding an eight-sided Han sword in his right hand, and said indifferently to the angry blond young man, looking at him:

"Tell me why."

"I am also very curious."