Mini World Game ConsoleEvil Dragon Crazy Soldier King Chapter 1854 - 1855: I'm Back

The nickna Baby An was given to An Zichen by that guy Yang Fei when she was fourteen, half-seriously and half-jokingly.

Because of this annoying nickna, An Zichen ignored Yang Fei for three whole days.

However, throughout the years of Yang Fei's amnesia, An Zichen kept recalling the way he called her Baby An.

Lazy, indulging, with a hint of a brother teasing a younger sister.

Every ti she thinks of those youthful days, warmth and sighs fill An Zichen's heart.

Yang Fei hugged An Zichen gently, stroking her silky hair and feeling deeply moved.

"Yes, Zichen, I am back. You've suffered a lot these years."

An Zichen uncertainly pinched Yang Fei.

"Brother Miao'er, are you telling the truth? Have you really rembered everything?"

Yang Fei let out a long sigh, speaking softly.

"I might have forgotten so things, but you, Ming Tai, and foster father, I could never forget."

Just then, Xue Mingtai pushed the door open. Seeing the two embracing tightly, he felt a bit awkward and coughed lightly.

Yang Fei widened his eyes and beckoned to Xue Mingtai.

"Ming Tai, why are you coughing? I rember you used to wet your pants, right?"

Xue Mingtai, feeling a mix of surprise and joy, looked at Yang Fei.

"Brother Fei, have... have your mories returned?"

Yang Fei nodded, striding over to him and bowing deeply towards Xue Mingtai.

"After Yinxue Tower was destroyed, I owe you for taking care of my sister and stabilizing the Mortal World's situation. Thank you!"

Xue Mingtai bowed as well, his eyes already reddening.

"Brother Fei, you've finally regained your mory. By the way, did the Thunder Tribulation just help you break through the Spirit Martial Realm?"

Yang Fei nodded: "Yes, I regained my mory and indeed broke through the Spirit Martial Realm, but just barely to the First Level."

Xue Mingtai stared at Yang Fei, sowhat confused.

Seeing his confusion, Yang Fei patiently explained.

"The Spirit Martial Realm is divided into Twelve Heavenly Layers, and I'm rely at the Spirit Martial First Layer right now. The path of Martial Arts is long, and we have a long way ahead."

Both Xue Mingtai and An Zichen turned serious as they listened to Yang Fei's explanation.

Xue Mingtai sighed deeply.

"It's laughable that many Martial Arts Experts think they are unbeatable, not knowing that the true path of cultivation hasn't even begun yet."

An Zichen gave Xue Mingtai a glare.

"Don't talk about others; we're the sa. Without unlocking the gate of Spirit Martial, no one can see what lies ahead."

Yang Fei nodded, understanding Xue Mingtai and An Zichen's feelings.

"Ordinary martial artists may never break through the True Martial Realm in their lifetis, let alone glimpse the door of Spirit Martial."

"No one wants to be a frog at the bottom of a well, but there's just no choice."

As Yang Fei said this, a cold determination flickered in his eyes.

"This is where the Queen Mother of the West is detestable, limiting the path of evolution for the Human Race, trapping us in this small world."

"If not for foster father and other Great Masters' resistance, we would still be in oblivion, decaying with the grass and trees."

Xue Mingtai and An Zichen both nodded.

Yang Fei suddenly thought of Old Master Wang, widening his eyes.

"By the way, where is Ancestral Master?"

Xue Mingtai sighed and conveyed Old Master Wang's decision to Yang Fei.

Yang Fei was deeply moved but understood Old Master Wang's reasoning.

He cultivated in the God Ruins, achieving more with less effort, and having Jianmu as a companion also kept him company.

At this mont, the voice of the Sword Emperor ca from outside the door.

"Alliance Hierarch, let's go. The reporters are here. This Thunderstorm incident is going to cause a huge commotion."

Yang Fei, Xue Mingtai, and An Zichen all nodded.

Yang Fei quickly tidied up the room, pulled off the bedsheet, dressed, and they all left in a hurry.

Upon exiting the hospital, Xue Mingtai's old steward, Uncle Yu, ca up.

"Young master, where are we heading now?"

Xue Mingtai glanced at Yang Fei: "Brother Fei, Zichen and I are returning to Yinxue Tower. What about you?"

Rembering Sister Xueyi and the others, Yang Fei smiled slightly.

"I'll stay in Yannan. There are many matters at Yalai International that need handling."

An Zichen gave him a sideways glance, slightly sour.

"Is it because you can't let go of those won of yours? Hmph!"

Yang Fei smiled bitterly, stating seriously: "There you go teasing again. I know you all want to go to the Kunlun Divine Realm."

"But given our current strength, going to the Kunlun Divine Realm would only add trouble for foster father."

"So, until we are strong enough, let's stay put for now."

"Since we're alive, we need money and things to do, understand?"

Continuing, Yang Fei pointed at An Zichen's dress.

"And let's not talk about anything else, just that dress on you, a creation by Paris fashion designer Donald, is worth over two hundred thousand, right? If I don't earn money, how do I support you?"

Hearing this, An Zichen still maintained a stern look, though her heart felt sweet.

But outwardly, she still kept a cold facade and snorted.

"Why do you care? If Dragon Island can't even support my living expenses, it might as well close down."

Xue Mingtai heard them bickering and shook his head with a wry smile.

"Alright, alright, you two have been arguing since childhood, and it's put calluses on my ears."

Both An Zichen and Yang Fei turned back to glare at Xue Mingtai: "Shut up!"

Xue Mingtai chuckled wryly, shaking his head, and instructed Uncle Yu.

"Bring the car over, let's go."

Uncle Yu nodded and made a phone call.

Soon, a row of luxury cars drove over slowly.

The Sword Emperor, without a word, got into Xue Mingtai's car.

Xue Mingtai got into a Maserati, calling out to An Zichen through the window.

"Zichen, shall we go?"

An Zichen snorted, turned around, and jumped into the Maserati.

Whispering under her breath, she murmured.

"Alright, Jianmu gave us eight Longevity Fruits, perfect for refining to help break through the Spirit Martial Realm."

Yang Fei's ears perked up imdiately.

"Zichen, did you say Longevity Fruit? Did Jianmu send you a gift?"

An Zichen gave Yang Fei a sideways glance: "Longevity Fruit? Did I say that?"

Yang Fei's heart was like a cat being scratched. He had heard of Longevity Fruits, legendary Spirit Fruits.

For martial artists, consuming a Longevity Fruit could increase Essence Qi and help break through the Martial Arts Realm.

For ordinary people, consuming it could prolong life and keep them youthful.

While it might not maintain eternal youth, staying youthful at seventy or eighty years old was not an issue.

Such an item, if Sister Xueyi could consu one, she would be overjoyed.

Yang Fei's face, as if performing magic, broke into a splendid and flattering smile.

"Zichen, I swear I heard you say Longevity Fruit. Such a rare thing, you can't hog it all to yourself."

An Zichen and Xue Mingtai exchanged a glance. Xue Mingtai sighed, looking at An Zichen.

"You better hand it over. Haven't you known Brother Fei's temperant since childhood?"

"Once he sets his eyes on sothing, whether coaxing or tricking, or even stealing or robbing, he will get it one way or another."

Xue Mingtai's words made Yang Fei beam with joy.

He gave Xue Mingtai a thumbs up.

"Ming Tai understands . I won't ask for much, just give twenty or thirty."

Hearing this, An Zichen's eyes widened, and she spat at Yang Fei.