A Parting Farewell

Three days later, in the western border of the Water Wood Duchy, outside the Howling Wind Canyon.

Early in the morning, hundreds of figures gathered outside the Blue Silver Wooden House, silently and patiently waiting for something.

As the red sun fully appeared on the eastern horizon, the door of the wooden house, which had been bolted from the inside, was opened, revealing Zhang Mufeng's somewhat sleepy face.

"Um?"

Upon seeing so many figures gathered outside the door, Zhang Mufeng was startled awake, and his half-closed eyes widened instantly.

Instinctively closing the door and then bolting it again, Zhang Mufeng immediately turned and ran towards the break room near the storage room. Before he even got close, he called out in a low voice:

"Brother Yi! Brother Yi—! Get up quickly! There are so many people outside—!!"

Inside the lounge, Ling Yi had already woken up and was cultivating his Soul Power, opened his eyes, moved his body, but ultimately did not get up directly. Instead, he called out loudly to the outside of the lounge, "Ah Feng, those people outside should be the people brought by Ye Luo and Brother Yue Qing, as well as other friends who know we are leaving today and have come to see us off."

You take Ah Xin and Ah Yin to repack the luggage to make sure nothing is left behind, then take Ye Luo and Yue Qing and load everything into the car...

I'm currently practicing, and it will be over in a little while—"

After saying that, he didn't say anything more, closed his eyes, and began to regulate his breathing.

Outside, Zhang Mufeng listened to Ling Yi's words and first breathed a sigh of relief, then gave Qingqiu Xin and Long Yin, who had just woken up at the sound, an awkward smile.

Then, he received two pairs of disdainful eye rolls in return.

Not to mention how the three friends outside quickly washed up and then began to recount the luggage that had been packed yesterday.

In the lounge, Ling Yi opened his eyes with some annoyance, lowered his head with a hint of melancholy, and felt a faint sadness welling up in his heart.

Speaking of which, this inexplicable sadness has been playing out every morning for the past three or four years, and each time it lasts for quite a while.

This situation became increasingly pronounced as Ling Yi's physical abilities improved.

There was no other way; I started getting my body moving by crawling and rolling around from a young age. As I got a little older, I would play with Ah Huang and Meow Meow, gradually creating and perfecting the dog and cat forms in "Basic Body-Training Exercises".

There are also the "Farmer's Three Forms" created by villagers through farming, harvesting, and chopping firewood, all of which are ways to toughen the body and activate and strengthen the body's Qi and Blood.

Today, the twelve forms of "Basic Body-Training Exercises", the Farmer's Three Forms ", the nine forms of " Beast Martial Soul Xingyi Fist Boxing", as well as various other basic combat techniques of cold weapons, and various highly nourishing medicinal diets, highly nourishing soups, Martial Soul Evolution, Soul Power enhancement, and strength enhancement...

All of these events made Ling Yi's body, at the age of fifteen, incredibly strong, inside and out, to a degree that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

With his Qi and Blood and blood abundant, his five internal organs full of essence, and his age approaching a rather awkward stage, it can be said that Ling Yi mature!

The people of the Douluo Continent, due to the existence of the extraordinary power of Martial Soul, are more mature than Ling Yi in his previous life. Therefore, Ling Yi spends each night alternating between cultivating his Soul Power and Deep Sleep.

When cultivating Soul Power, one must keep one's mind focused. During Deep Sleep, the "Id State" awakens, spontaneously adjusting the body's various functions to achieve a perfect balance. This prevented Ling Yi from experiencing the embarrassing situation of having to wash his own clothes in the morning.

But this can't go on forever—

Ling Yi looked down at his heir to the throne with some distress. He wanted to reprimand him, but then he thought that the other party was innocent and that he had already made the other party suffer for so many years, so he couldn't bear to do it.

Ignoring the stubborn free will, Ling Yi calmed his mind and focused more on circulating the Soul Power within his body, letting the other party protest there.

Let him be. He'll rest when he gets tired.

With this thought in mind, Ling Yi channeled his Soul Power into his meridians, allowing it to flow rapidly and steadily, like a surging river that was washing over and widening its course, the Life- giving water seeping into the land on both banks little by little...

About fifteen minutes later, Ling Yi felt his free will subside. He opened his eyes, got up, put on his clothes, and went through the small door to the corner behind the wooden house to wash up in the bathroom.

When Ling Yi washing up and came to the main room of the Blue Silver Wooden House, the huge space was empty except for a few wooden shelves and a canopy bed placed on the side, as well as the "Blue Silver Grass" plants on the walls.

If Soul Master were observant, they would notice that the "Blue Silver Grass" on the wall was now the same size as the "Blue Silver Grass" growing on the ground outside the wooden house, no longer the same as before.

Clearly, the special "Blue Silver Grass" cultivated in the Blue Silver Wooden House using "Agarwood" fragments as fertilizer had already been packed up and loaded onto the carriage along with the other luggage, and was about to be taken away by Ling Yi.

Stepping out of the wooden house, Ling Yi immediately saw Long Yin carrying a knife in his left hand and an axe on his right shoulder, transporting his two Thousand Refinement weapons to a carriage.

At this moment, Zhang Mufeng had just jumped down from the back of the carriage, presumably having put down his things.

"Mr. Ling~"

From afar, someone in the crowd saw Ling Yi appear and immediately called out.

This sound startled the others who had been silently watching Zhang Mufeng and Long Yin, as well as Qingqiu Xin, Yue Qing, and others carrying large and small bags of luggage.

In an instant, the name "Mr. Ling" rang out one after another, incessantly.

Ling Yi greeted the onlookers with a warm smile, looking around and smiling at everyone.

Finally, Ling Yi's gaze fell on the center of the crowd, where three men and one woman stood, and the others around them spontaneously made way for them.

Kang Zhan, with the Martial Soul "Mountain-Piercing Mound-Burrowing Armor", is a level 44 Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor and the fifth of the top ten experts in the Howling Wind Market group.

Yu Liang, Martial Soul "Grey Rock Snake", Level 42 Agility Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor, and the seventh of the top ten experts in the Howling Wind Market group.

Chen Yuanzhi, with the Martial Soul "Two-Pronged Steel Fork", is a level 41 Power Attack System Battle Soul Ancestor and ranks last among the top ten experts in the Howling Wind Market group.

Shu Xin, with the Martial Soul "Labyrinthine Purple Smoke Vine", is a level 48 Control System Battle Soul Ancestor and the second of the top ten experts in the Howling Wind Market group.

Of these four, apart from Kang Zhan's sixth brother Kang Zhao, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death a few days ago but was saved by Ling Yi, the other three were either injured themselves and had been treated by Ling Yi, or like Kang Zhan, had relatives or teammates who had been treated by Ling Yi. Naturally, they felt grateful and close to Ling Yi, their healer.

Ling Yi naturally reciprocated with his friendly attitude towards these Soul Master from the friendly faction.

"Mr. Kang, Brother Yu, Brother Chen, Sister Xin."

Ling Yi stepped forward and greeted the four people respectively.

Hearing these noticeably different forms of address, Kang Zhan an eyebrow and feigned displeasure, saying first, "Mr. Ling, isn't our way of addressing each other a bit too formal?"

"Brother Kang~" The middle-aged man with narrow eyes teased in a hoarse voice, "You said Brother Ling's way of addressing you is too formal, but don't you call me Brother Ling the same thing?"

"Exactly!" Another robust middle-aged man laughed heartily and added, "Old Yu is right. You, Boss Kang, are arrogant about your strength and keep your distance from Brother Ling. Do you really expect Brother Ling to treat you like a brother?"

Beside her, the stunningly beautiful and incredibly powerful Shu Xin simply watched with a smile, without saying a word.