Chapter 287: Chapter 287 Longing Like the Tide
"What, Will and Jin Rixu are dead?" Li Xuanyu was shocked beyond measure and immediately exclaimed, "Yang Fei, are you alright? Where are you now? I’m coming to pick you up."
Yang Fei felt a warmth in his heart. Sister Xuanyu was still very good to him. It was indeed wrong of him to have doubted her before.
"I’m fine, don’t worry. Take good care of Aunt’s funeral. But now that Will and Jin Rixu are dead, their deaths might affect you too; you need to be careful," Yang Fei reminded.
Li Xuanyu said, "Hmm, I’m aware. You were very secretive about this matter, right?"
"There was no one present at the time, no one noticed," Yang Fei said.
"That’s good, at least there won’t be any problems in the short term," Li Xuanyu breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don’t let your guard down," Yang Fei warned. "From what Will said, I learned that Sky Net is far more powerful than we imagined, and their reach is incredibly broad. Han City’s Jin Finance Group must have sought their allegiance, so be careful."
"I know, don’t worry. I’ll take control of the family as swiftly as possible. Tang, you need to recover soon too," Li Xuanyu said.
For the first time, Yang Fei felt a sense of urgency and said, "Okay, I’ll try my best. Anyway, keep in touch and call me if you run into trouble."
"Giggle, my little brother is still so caring toward his sister," Li Xuanyu said with a laugh.
A strange emotion arose in Yang Fei’s heart, and he said, "Sister Xuanyu has always been my sister; I’ve always thought of you as family."
"Just family?" Li Xuanyu pressed.
Yang Fei hesitated for a moment and said, "Hmm, family."
On the other end of the phone, Li Xuanyu pouted, a mist forming in her captivating eyes, and her pretty face showed a hint of unwillingness, but she did not continue the topic and said, "I need to get busy now, you take care of yourself, goodbye."
"Goodbye."
That night, Yang Fei returned to Binhai.
Qin Yanyang heard the noise outside and came out in her pajamas.
Seeing Yang Fei, she was surprised and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? You seem to be injured."
Yang Fei gave a wry smile and said, "Your eyes are too sharp. I intended to keep it from you."
Qin Yanyang asked, "What happened? Weren’t you in Han City to mourn Li Xuanyu’s mother? How did it come to fighting, and who was the other party?"
Yang Fei had already prepared an excuse and said, "Remember the time when Wang Hui went to kill Li Xuanyu?"
Qin Yanyang nodded and said, "You encountered someone from Sky Net again?"
"Yes, they were after Sister Xuanyu. I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing," Yang Fei said.
Qin Yanyang frowned and said solemnly, "To have injured you, the opponent must be strong. Is Sky Net really that powerful?"
Yang Fei said, "Yes, indeed very strong. Don’t you remember what Wang Hui said last time? He had seen Zhang Yunlong there at Sky Net."
Qin Yanyang nodded silently and said in a grave tone, "How could I forget? It’s precisely because of that, I find the situation quite troublesome. If the Zhang Family really has connections with Sky Net, the future situation in the Divine Continent Martial World will be extremely tense."
Yang Fei consoled, "Don’t think too much about it; becoming stronger is what’s most important. Honey, I’m injured, you have to help me heal."
Qin Yanyang’s heart fluttered at that, and her cheeks reddened. She looked at him bashfully yet reproachfully and said softly, "You have to promise me not to have reckless thoughts. What we discussed that matter—it’s not okay for now."
Seeing her guarding against him as if against a thief, Yang Fei felt somewhat helpless and promised, "Okay, I won’t mess around anymore, only doing what you allow."
Her ears turned completely red, Qin Yanyang helplessly gave him a glare and let him into her boudoir.
That night, Yang Fei really didn’t do anything out of line.
He sincerely cooperated with Qin Yanyang in cultivation to heal his injuries.
The next morning, after they finished cultivating, Qin Yanyang looked at Yang Fei and said, "Your injury this time seems different."
Yang Fei asked in confusion, "How is it different?"
"It’s not just your body that’s hurt, but your spirit as well," Qin Yanyang said.
Yang Fei secretly praised her, smiling, "You truly are my wife, with eyes as sharp as a needle, observing every detail."
"What happened, how did you damage your spirit? Did you encounter a Western Cultivator?" Qin Yanyang asked.
Yang Fei nodded, "Yes, it was a Western Cultivator. The power they wield is different from the force of Martial Arts."
Qin Yanyang said gravely, "Indeed, the power controlled by those mighty Western Cultivators is extremely mysterious and profound. Without a sufficient Realm of Martial Cultivation, it’s very hard to contend with them."
Yang Fei laughed and said, "The very foundation of cultivation is power, so the power wielded by Western Cultivators isn’t as mysterious and mighty as it seems. Just remember one thing, with enough force, one can break through all methods. When your power is strong enough, all mysterious techniques are as good as nonexistent."
Qin Yanyang also started laughing and nodded, "Right, I share that view as well."
The two exchanged a knowing smile.
Yang Fei suddenly thought of Hidden Sect, and couldn’t help asking, "Last time, Wang Hui mentioned he came from Hidden Sect and said he had seen Zhang Yunlong there. What’s going on, exactly? What kind of place is Hidden Sect?"
Seeing him suddenly asking about this, Qin Yanyang hesitated a bit before replying, "Hidden Sect is the most mysterious place in the Martial World of Divine Continent, and also the purest. The people there are devoted to Martial Arts, and they are the purest Martial Artists. They can be considered a group of outliers isolated from the world."
Yang Fei expressed his surprise, "There’s such a place?"
Qin Yanyang nodded, "There is. In fact, it’s not much of a secret. It’s quite similar to those ascetics abroad. They have their own beliefs, focusing solely on one thing, carrying forth the ancient civilization of China."
Yang Fei nodded and asked, "So, are there many Martial Artists in Hidden Sect, and are they of high quality?"
"Yes," Qin Yanyang answered succinctly.
Feeling that she seemed somewhat reluctant and didn’t want to divulge too much, he didn’t press further.
Considering the time, Wang Hui would probably be looking for him soon. When the time came, he could just ask him directly.
After breakfast, Qin Yanyang went to work at the school, while Yang Fei headed to the clinic.
Busy until noon, a call from Tong Yunshu came through.
Ever since that night’s incident, Yang Fei had been restraining himself from seeking out Tong Yunshu, not even calling her.
Now as Tong Yunshu’s call came through, seeing the number, his heart started to race.
He first looked around nervously, and finding himself in his own office, he then let out a sigh of relief.
He pressed the answer button and opened his mouth but didn’t know what to say.
It seemed neither did Tong Yunshu know how to start, and both sides listened to each other’s breathing through the phone, in silence for a moment. Eventually, Tong Yunshu broke the silence, "If I don’t call you, do you not intend to contact me anymore?"
Yang Fei looked embarrassed.
Regardless of how well Tong Yunshu could control her emotions, he could detect a hint of wistfulness in her words.
"Ahem, no... it’s not like that. I actually think of you every day, it’s just that..."
"Think of me for what? If you think of me, why haven’t you sent me a single message for so long?" Tong Yunshu interrupted.
Yang Fei was left speechless.
He truly thought of Tong Yunshu every day, but he would forcefully suppress that thought, feeling guilty in the presence of Qin Yanyang.
Moreover, he was worried about Qin Yanyang finding out about it. These past days he had been bent on winning over Qin Yanyang entirely, and with so many incidents occurring one after the other, he hadn’t found the chance to see Tong Yunshu.
"I’m sorry, I... I shouldn’t have spoken to you that way, let alone made so many demands of you. I... I just really can’t help but gravitate towards you. Yang Fei, may I see you?" Tong Yunshu’s voice was filled with endless yearning.
Yang Fei’s psychological defenses crumbled in an instant.
The key issue was an unbearable restlessness overtook him.
Once you’ve tasted the marrow, you’ll never forget its flavor.
He was not yet twenty-four, a prime-age Martial Artist, and once he had tasted that flavor, the misery of being without it long-term was something outsiders could hardly fathom.
"Where are you?" Unable to contain his inner impulse and restlessness, Yang Fei asked.