In the blink of an eye.
The horizon turned pale, morning light like a layer of gentle gauze, softly and thread by thread, dispelling the thick shadows lingering from the night of fierce battle.
Xu Wendong stood tall, like a proud pine tree standing in frost and snow, having weathered a fierce battle, yet still exuding a sense of unwavering determination.
At this mont, however, he slightly retracted the palpable pressure surrounding him, with a hint of fatigue and weariness from the battle quietly etched on his brows, making him appear a bit more mortal and down-to-earth.
He turned his head, his gaze falling upon Zhang Nian beside him, who was still hard-pressed to contain her excitent. Gently lifting his hand, he patted her shoulder soothingly and softly said, "Let’s go, we’ll head back to Qingyuan City."
His voice, slightly hoarse, was like aged wine, rich and steady, possessing a reassuring strength.
Zhang Nian nodded excitedly, her head bobbing up and down like a rattle drum, her eyes shining with a bright gleam, her voice crisp as she replied, "Mm-hmm!"
Her deanor was that of a naive and lively junior apprentice, full of admiration for her master.
Xu Wendong then glanced at the more than twenty Loose Cultivators from Qingyuan City not far away, his expression turning solemn, his gaze carrying an undeniable authority, as he said in a clear voice, "You all stay and tidy up the battlefield, don’t miss any clue." Having said that, he strode down the mountain with Zhang Nian.
Before long, the two reached the parking area at the foot of the mountain. The black rcedes-Benz car lay dormant on the roadside like a slumbering steel beast, exuding a cold and hard aura.
Xu Wendong opened the car door, deftly sitting in the driver’s seat, while Zhang Nian hopped into the passenger seat like a joyful little deer.
Her cheeks were as red as ripe apples, glowing from excitent, as she chattered non-stop during the journey, her mouth full of the thrilling highlights from last night’s battle, with praises for Xu Wendong coming forth like a barrage, endlessly.
Xu Wendong’s lips curled into a faint smile, like the rippling surface of a lake breaking through the ice in spring, occasionally responding briefly, yet his gaze remained sharp as a Blue Hawk, constantly alert to the road conditions.
The car slowly started, speeding down the winding mountain road like an arrow released from a bow, racing toward the direction of Qingyuan City.
Outside the window, the mountain and forest scenery flashed by swiftly like a series of moving paintings, with tender green leaves rustling in the morning breeze, like a crowd of tiny elves, joyfully recounting last night’s thrilling battle that resembled a raging storm.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the leaves like golden threads, casting mottled shadow patterns inside the car, bringing a gentle warmth like a soft caress.
Halfway through the drive, Zhang Nian, as if having thought of sothing, blinked her large eyes, gazing curiously at Xu Wendong, and asked, "Master, do you think that mysterious person will show up again to trouble you?"
Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong’s lips curved into an intriguing smile, like a sage who sees through everything, his eyes carrying a hint of depth and mystery, as he leisurely said, "Do you really think I can’t take him down?"
Zhang Nian was montarily taken aback, her face full of doubtful expressions, resembling a confused little beast.
But in an instant, it was as if a flash of insight crossed her mind.
Her expression changed abruptly, her eyes revealing a look of incredulity, as if she had witnessed the most incredible thing in the world, spontaneously blurting out, "You let him go on purpose?"
Xu Wendong did not speak, rely shrugged in agreent, the gesture holding a bit of casualness and nonchalance, as if everything was under control.
A mont later, he spoke slowly, his voice deep and powerful like a bell resonating through ti, "If I am not mistaken, there should be a powerful force behind him."
"This force is strong enough to contend with the Cultivator Association, going toe to toe."
He paused slightly, his gaze looking into the distance, as if penetrating the layers of mountain peaks, seeing far deeper, and continued, "Or perhaps... that mysterious person himself is intricately linked with the Cultivator Association."
"Rather than killing him outright, it’s better to trace him back to uncover the background he hides!"
Xu Wendong’s voice carried a sense of decisiveness and wisdom, like a strategist with a grasp on the broader picture, with every move concealing profound aning.
Zhang Nian nodded thoughtfully, like an obedient fledgling, her beautiful eyes full of curiosity, scrutinizing Xu Wendong as if trying to see through her master, impatiently asking, "Master, what exactly is your Cultivation Level? Why does it seem like you grow stronger the stronger your opponent is?"
"Indeed, my cultivation is only at the Foundation Establishnt Stage." Xu Wendong’s lips curved into a charming arc, like the dawn breaking through clouds, radiant and confident.
"However, cultivation doesn’t represent true strength." He slightly raised his chin, his expression conveying a sense of rebellion and pride.
Zhang Nian’s curiosity burned even more, like a small fla, eagerly pursuing, "Then how strong are you?"
Xu Wendong gently shook his head, like a sage with imnse depth, calmly speaking, "I don’t know the extent of my power, just rember one thing: there is no one in this world who can harm in the slightest!"
His voice echoed like a sacred sound from the Nine Nether Hell, carrying an indisputable certainty.
Xu Wendong’s words were true, he genuinely did not know the limit of his own strength.
After all, before returning to Earth, he was a god standing high above, overseeing all beings!
Even if his cultivation has fallen drastically, his sheer physical strength remains extraordinary.
Even if he stood there, allowing others to attack with full force, he would still be like a towering divine mountain, completely unscathed, possessing a Vajra Unbreakable body.
Before long, the car drove into the bustling and lively downtown of Qingyuan City.
Xu Wendong parked the car steadily by the roadside, turning to look at Zhang Nian, with a gentle gaze, "You go back first and consolidate what you’ve gained from these days of cultivation, call anyti if you have any questions."
Zhang Nian obediently nodded, hopped off the car, waved at him, and turned to blend into the crowd.
Xu Wendong restarted the car and returned ho.
He gently closed the car door, climbed the stairs with an exceptionally light step, afraid to disturb Lin Yiren, his sister-in-law, who was still asleep.
Opening the door, the house was silent, and Xu Wendong slowly walked into the bedroom.
In an instant.
A scene of imagination unfolded before his eyes.
His sister-in-law, Lin Yiren, lay sleeping on her side.
Her jet-black long hair spread out freely, a few strands hanging playfully beside her smooth, delicate cheek, accentuating her snow-like skin more.
A thin blanket half-covered her curvaceous figure, following the folds of the blanket, glimpses of her fair, jade-like shoulder and gracefully rising curves could be faintly seen.
The entire person exuded a lazy yet enchanting aura, entrancing anyone who gazed upon her.
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