The Dream World could conjure anything.
But there was one fatal problem: could you take it out with you?
Ying Chengfeng did his best to imagine a more powerful Martial Soul while preserving its authenticity.
So he spent ten years envisioning twelve wings and an Angel Bloodline.
Because there really was someone with an Angel Bloodline in this dream.
In the Dream World, what was real could be fake, and what was fake could be real.
Ying Chengfeng planned to borrow Qian Renxue's Angel Martial Soul and Bloodline to make the fake real!
That way, his chances of taking the Twelve-Winged Wind Angel out with him would be much greater.
At that moment, Ying Chengfeng had also returned to the Spirit Hall he had imagined.
Qian Renxue sat on the Pope's throne, sometimes for days at a time.
"Do you want to leave?" Ying Chengfeng asked her.
Qian Renxue spoke softly. "This is a dream, after all."
Qian Renxue still looked six years old, but her mind had matured considerably.
She no longer seemed like a child nobody loved.
Over the past ten years, she hadn't grown because of a mother's love.
Instead, she had learned to love herself.
"Thank you."
"It's not enough." Ying Chengfeng shook his head.
"Hmm?" Qian Renxue furrowed her brows.
Ying Chengfeng gave a wry laugh. "I still haven't made up for what I owe you."
Qian Renxue was taken aback. "You don't owe me anything."
Ying Chengfeng replied earnestly, "I owe you a real childhood that you can never get back."
"I also cost the Spirit Hall a few years with an excellent heir."
"After we get out, I might have to lie low for a few years. I'll also go see someone."
"That person will determine whether your mother accepts you sooner."
At that, Qian Renxue pressed her lips together.
After thinking for a long while, she said, "I'm going too."
"We've been here for a long time. People outside may have already forgotten about us."
She pursed her lips, revealing her true reason. "Besides, I want to know what kind of person could make her accept me."
"Fine, but you have to do as I say." As Ying Chengfeng spoke, he held out his hand.
In the next instant, the two of them returned to the outside world.
They were in a shadowy corner at the easternmost edge of the Spirit Hall.
But as soon as they returned to reality, something strange happened to Ying Chengfeng's body.
He had no time to react.
Twelve pale-green wings sprouted from his back, tearing his shirt to shreds.
The wings began to separate from his body, as if they were about to vanish.
That was because this continent wouldn't allow such an existence to appear.
Even a god descending to the mortal realm would be suppressed by the rules.
A Super-God Grade Martial Soul was obviously not permitted to exist either.
Qian Renxue watched the changes before her in silence.
She had learned to stay quiet in the face of unfamiliar things.
Just then, the Wind Angel Bloodline inside Ying Chengfeng surged into action!
Drawn by the Bloodline, the twelve wings eventually wrapped around Ying Chengfeng.
One pair of wings joined together to form a soft green shirt of armor;
another pair formed pale-green armored trousers;
another pair formed a set of armored gloves;
another pair formed a pair of long boots;
another pair formed a cloak;
and the final pair joined together to form a three-foot green sword and its scabbard.
It all happened so quickly that it was over in less than three breaths.
Ying Chengfeng hurriedly pulled Qian Renxue into a darker corner and warily surveyed their surroundings.
Only after confirming that no one else had appeared did Ying Chengfeng let out a sigh of relief.
He squeezed in a moment to check his condition.
He had complete control over the twelve wings and could summon or retract them at will.
But by the same token, most of their power had been sealed.
For now, they were barely stronger than a Six-Winged Angel.
Fortunately, Ying Chengfeng had gained a Domain:
the Wind Domain.
He could also fly freely without restriction.
Besides becoming a Twelve-Winged Wind Angel, Ying Chengfeng had practiced a move in the Dream World: Breath-Severing Sword!
Once unleashed, this sword could still the wind and rain, and even stop an opponent from breathing!
Paired with the extreme wind attribute of the twelve wings, it complemented them perfectly!
Now Ying Chengfeng looked even sharper and more imposing.
His sword-shaped brows sat closer to his eyes, accentuating his youthful, heroic air.
His thin lips were lightly pressed together, his expression keen.
He had an unruly, carefree air about him.
The five pieces of attire had been woven from green wings, their craftsmanship a marvel.
When the wind blew, the two feather-woven ties on his outfit swayed to and fro.
"It's nighttime now. We can't leave yet."
Ying Chengfeng leaned close to Qian Renxue's ear and whispered, breathing softly against it.
"Why can't we leave at night? Isn't nighttime the best time to do bad things?" Though Qian Renxue's mind had matured somewhat,
she had, after all, been alone in one place for far too long.
Ying Chengfeng explained, "The Spirit Hall is more heavily guarded at night."
"If we were experts, nighttime would be perfect for sneaking around."
"But we're weaklings in the Spirit Hall. We'll wait until tomorrow, then disguise ourselves as children and slip out."
Qian Renxue leaned close to Ying Chengfeng's ear and whispered, "But we are children."
The two hid in a dark corner, whispering to each other. They looked downright sneaky.
After making their plan, Ying Chengfeng leaned against the wall and crouched in the corner.
Perhaps it was because they had spent so long in the Dream Space.
Although Qian Renxue was still full of energy, her subconscious told her she was sleepy.
Soon, Qian Renxue crouched beside Ying Chengfeng too.
Before she knew it, she had leaned against his shoulder and fallen asleep.
Late that night, Ying Chengfeng gently moved Qian Renxue away from where she was leaning against him;
carefully adjusted her position, then flew low toward a certain direction.
He didn't rely on Soul Power to fly, and he made no sound of wind.
He carefully returned to the place where he had lived nine years ago.
Some of the clothes Ying Chengfeng had worn were still in the room.
He took two outfits, then carefully returned to Qian Renxue.
Qian Renxue opened her eyes and watched him quietly.
Ying Chengfeng handed her one outfit. "Put it on ahead of time."
The next morning.
Ying Chengfeng led Qian Renxue, who had been "disguised," to an area where they would attract less attention.
Many people gradually appeared in the Spirit Hall that morning, all heading in the same direction.
They paid no attention at all to Ying Chengfeng and Qian Renxue, who were crouched by the roadside counting ants.
Qian Renxue, on the other hand, looked tense, her heart thumping nonstop.
Many people passed by them, and nearly all of them were talking about the same thing.
"I heard Miss Qian Renshuang has already obtained two Soul Rings and is going to study at the Holy Land early?"
"I heard Miss Qian Renshuang is going to challenge Hu Liena, one of the candidates for Saintess, too. There's a four-year age difference between them!"
As everyone talked, a little blonde girl passed by Qian Renxue, surrounded by a crowd and brimming with confidence.
The girl gave Qian Renxue a strange sense of familiarity.
Her smile was brighter and gentler than the morning sun, yet it stung Qian Renxue's heart.
Ying Chengfeng rested a hand on her shoulder and said softly, "Don't be envious. You still have me. I'm as good as everyone else put together."
Hearing his arrogant words, Qian Renxue didn't argue. She only asked, "What's the Holy Land they're talking about?"
"An academy established by the Spirit Hall for Soul Masters. Outsiders call it the Soul Master Holy Land," Ying Chengfeng explained.
Qian Renxue nodded slightly. She had lived in the Spirit Hall's inner quarters since childhood and had never gone out.
She watched Qian Renshuang's retreating figure and fell into silent thought.
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