Twelve-Winged Wind Angel! Breath-Severing Sword!

The dream world can conceive of anything.

But there is one fatal problem: whether or not it can be brought out.

Ying Chengfeng did his best to conceive of a martial soul that was as powerful as possible while retaining authenticity.

Thus, he spent ten years conceiving of the twelve wings and the angel bloodline.

Because in this dream, there really is someone with an angel bloodline.

The dream world is a mix of truth and falsehood, falsehood and truth.

Ying Chengfeng intended to use Qian Renxue's angel martial soul and bloodline to pass off the fake as real!

In this way, his success rate in bringing out the Twelve-Winged Wind Angel would be much higher.

At this moment, Ying Chengfeng had also returned to the Martial Soul Hall he had conceived.

Qian Renxue sat on the Pope's throne, sometimes sitting there for days on end.

"Do you want to go out?" Ying Chengfeng asked her.

Qian Renxue spoke softly, "In the end, this is just a dream."

Qian Renxue still had the appearance of a six-year-old, but her mind had matured significantly.

She was no longer the unloved child she once was.

Over these ten years, she did not grow because of maternal love.

Instead, she learned to love herself.

"Thank you."

"It's not enough," Ying Chengfeng shook his head.

"Hmm?" Qian Renxue frowned.

Ying Chengfeng laughed helplessly, "What I owe you is not yet repaid."

Qian Renxue was stunned, saying, "You don't owe me anything."

Ying Chengfeng said earnestly, "I owe you a real childhood that you can never go back to."

"I have also delayed several years of time for an excellent successor to the Martial Soul Hall."

"Perhaps after we go out, I will have to hide for a few years, and incidentally, go see someone."

"This person will determine whether your mother will accept you sooner."

Hearing this, Qian Renxue pursed her lips.

She pondered for a long time before saying, "I'm going too."

"We have stayed here for a long time; the people outside have probably forgotten us already."

She bit her lip, revealing her true purpose: "And I also want to know what kind of person could make her accept me."

"Fine, but you must listen to me in everything," Ying Chengfeng said, reaching out his hand to her.

The next moment, the two returned to the outside world.

They were in a dark corner at the easternmost edge of the Martial Soul Hall.

However, as soon as they returned to the real world, Ying Chengfeng's body began to show abnormalities.

He had no time to react.

Twelve pale cyan wings sprouted from his back, tearing his shirt to shreds.

The twelve wings began to detach from his body, as if about to dissipate.

That was because this continent did not allow such an existence to appear.

Even a god descending to the mortal realm would be suppressed by the rules.

A super-god-level martial soul was clearly not permitted to exist.

Qian Renxue watched the changes before her quietly, without making a sound.

She had already learned to remain silent in the face of unfamiliar things.

Just then, the Wind Angel bloodline within Ying Chengfeng exerted its power!

Under the guidance of the bloodline, the twelve wings finally wrapped around Ying Chengfeng's body.

Two wings merged into a cyan soft-armor tunic;

Two wings merged into cyan soft-armor trousers;

Two wings merged into a pair of soft-armor gauntlets;

Two wings merged into a pair of long boots;

Two wings merged into a cloak;

The final two wings merged into a three-foot cyan blade and its scabbard.

All of this happened too quickly, completing in less than three breaths.

Ying Chengfeng hurriedly pulled Qian Renxue into a darker corner, warily surveying the surroundings.

Seeing no one else appear, Ying Chengfeng finally let out a sigh of relief.

Ying Chengfeng squeezed out a moment to check his own condition.

These twelve wings were entirely under his control, capable of being retracted or deployed at will.

However, these twelve wings also had most of their power sealed.

Their current strength was barely enough to surpass a Six-Winged Angel.

Fortunately, Ying Chengfeng had gained an additional domain:

Wind Domain.

He could also fly freely without restriction.

In addition to the Twelve-Winged Wind Angel, Ying Chengfeng had practiced a move in the Dream Space: Breath-Severing Sword!

Once this sword was unsheathed, it could bring the wind and rain to a standstill, and could even cause an opponent to stop breathing!

Coupled with the ultimate wind attribute of the twelve wings, it was a perfect match!

At this moment, Ying Chengfeng looked even more sharp and formidable.

His sword-like eyebrows sat closer to his eyes, highlighting a youthful heroic spirit.

His thin lips were pressed together, his expression sharp.

He exuded an unrestrained and free-spirited temperament.

His five-piece outfit was woven from cyan feathers, a work of exquisite craftsmanship.

As the wind blew, the two ribbons woven from feathers on his body swayed continuously.

"It's night now, we can't leave yet."

Ying Chengfeng leaned into Qian Renxue's ear and whispered.

"Why can't we leave at night? Isn't night the best time for doing bad things?" Although Qian Renxue's mind had matured somewhat, she had, after all, been left alone in one place for too long.

Ying Chengfeng explained: "Martial Soul Hall's security is even tighter at night."

"If we were experts, then of course it would be suitable to act at night."

"But in Martial Soul Hall, we are just weaklings. We'll wait until tomorrow during the day to disguise ourselves as children and slip out."

Qian Renxue also leaned into Ying Chengfeng's ear and whispered: "We are children, to begin with."

The two hid in the dark corner whispering to each other, the sense of being fugitives fully realized.

After the plan was set, Ying Chengfeng leaned his back against the wall, crouching in the dark corner.

Perhaps it was because she had stayed in the Dream Space for too long.

Although Qian Renxue's spirit remained full, her subconscious told her she was sleepy.

Soon, Qian Renxue also crouched down beside Ying Chengfeng.

Unknowingly, she leaned against his shoulder and fell asleep.

When late night arrived, Ying Chengfeng gently pushed away the Qian Renxue who was leaning on him;

Carefully adjusting her posture, he flew low toward a certain direction.

His flight did not rely on soul power, nor did it stir up any sound of wind.

He cautiously returned to the place where he had lived nine years ago.

Inside the room, some clothes Ying Chengfeng had once worn still remained.

Ying Chengfeng took two sets and carefully returned to Qian Renxue's side.

Qian Renxue opened her eyes and watched him quietly.

Ying Chengfeng handed a set of clothes to Qian Renxue and said: "Put these on in advance."

The next morning.

Ying Chengfeng took the 'disguised' Qian Renxue and walked to a less sensitive area.

In the morning, many people appeared in Martial Soul Hall, all heading in the same direction.

They paid no attention to Ying Chengfeng and Qian Renxue, who were crouching by the roadside counting ants.

On the contrary, Qian Renxue looked nervous, her little heart thumping non-stop.

Many people passed by them, almost all talking about the same thing.

"Have you heard? Miss Qian Renshuang has already obtained two soul rings and is going to the Holy Land to study ahead of schedule?"

"I heard Miss Qian Renshuang is even going to challenge the Saintess candidate Hu Liena; there is a four-year age gap between them."

Amidst the crowd's discussion, a little girl with golden hair was surrounded by people, passing by Qian Renxue with confidence.

This girl gave Qian Renxue a very familiar feeling.

Her smile was brighter and gentler than the morning sun, yet it stung Qian Renxue's heart.

Ying Chengfeng reached out a hand to rest on her shoulder, saying softly, "No need to envy them; you still have me, and I am worth more than everyone else combined."

Hearing his arrogant words, Qian Renxue did not refute him, only asking, "What is this Holy Land they speak of?"

"A Soul Master Academy established by Martial Soul Hall, known to the outside world as the Holy Land for soul masters," Ying Chengfeng explained.

Qian Renxue nodded slightly; she had stayed in the core area of Martial Soul Hall since she was small and had never been outside.

She watched Qian Renshuang's retreating figure and fell into silent contemplation.