Chapter 12: After the Turmoil of the Phantom Age

Main Text: After the Turmoil of the Phantom Age

From the vast sea starry sky,

to Li Yijie opening his eyes and returning,

it seemed like a long time,

but in fact only a few minutes had actually passed.

At this moment, Xiao Wang and Li Xingyang's Cloud-Piercing, Rain-Crossing also flew to the Summoning Life Heavenly Doctor.

Li Xingyang no longer cared about any sorrow or despair,

now he just wanted to properly take a look at Xiao Fan,

to talk with him, to hear his voice.

So the Super Flight hadn't yet ceased,

Li Xingyang's head was the first to step out,

like a cheetah eager to rescue its cub,

running wildly into the Heavenly Doctor like a madman.

The clattering footsteps,

like a string of crackling firecrackers,

in the hall's "look, listen, inquire, pulse" area, booming continuously.

Xiao Wang saw it and also sped at full speed to chase Brother Yang.

Thus, the two strings of firecrackers, under the strange gazes of the crowd,

darted from the first floor to the fourth floor.

During Li Xingyang's flying car ride,

though he was extremely desperate and didn't want to speak,

but his remaining rationality.

still spoke up to Xiao Wang to clarify Xiao Fan's whereabouts.

Thus, upon reaching the fourth floor,

Li Xingyang's eyes seemed about to pop out of their sockets,

continuously scanning the numbers on the doors,

even unaware that he was walking the wrong way.

He hurriedly rushed past each number,

410, 411, 412, 413…

until he ran into a "dead end",

only then did he regret it too late.

He kept moving his feet, hurrying back,

and happened to run into the equally hurried Xiao Wang.

There was no time to apologize or anything,

the two said nothing,

and immediately got up and ran back.

413, 412, 411, 410, 409,

408.

Finally, Li Xingyang saw 407,

he didn't care how the nurse at the door tried to block him,

without a word, he barreled into the door like a bull.

At first entering,

but did not see the imagined countless needles and threads,

hundreds of jars and thousands of bottles.

only saw debris covering the floor,

filling the white space with a kaleidoscope of colors.

It was as if he had crashed into a huge dye vat,

being slightly stunned for a second or two.

Then he saw on a white hospital bed,

the originally lively and cute Xiao Fan,

now motionless,

like a fallen leaf in dust,

no longer any sound.

At this point,

he could no longer hold back,

a pea-sized tear broke free from his rational restraint,

like a wingless plane plummeting rapidly.

In a few steps, he staggered and fell forward,

embracing Li Feifan,

like a child extremely heartbroken,

He burst into tears:

"Xiao Fan, Xiao Fan,

You wake up quickly, wake up quickly,

Wake up quickly!

I'm your father,

Father has come to see you,

Why won't you open your eyes to look at your father?

Open your eyes quickly,

Quickly, open your eyes.

Take a look at your father."

He said while shaking,

His tear-filled eyes constantly pleaded,

He wept in pain, his nose running as if it too hurt uncontrollably.

As if he had exhausted his soul of a lifetime.

Li Xingyang slumped to the ground,

Like a child exhausted from crying,

He blamed himself and began to sob again:

It's all father's fault for letting you down,

Father deserves to die, father truly deserves to die,

Father shouldn't have let you come home alone,

It's all father's fault, all father's fault,

Get up quickly, get up quickly,

Get up quickly and beat father to death,

The one who deserves to die is me.

The more he spoke, the more he couldn't control himself,

He burst into tears again,

He didn't care whether he was still holding a mixture of tears and snot,

Like a madman, he suddenly crawled up,

Pointing at the multicolored ceiling, he shouted loudly:

"Damn you, thieving heaven,

You are so bad, what kind of heaven are you?

My poor, ill-fated son,

He's only sixteen,

He hasn't even found a girlfriend,

Damn you, thieving heaven.

What sin have we committed,

Tell me, tell me,

I fuck your mother,

Tell me, tell me..."

After cursing, he grew tired,

Li Xingyang then turned back,

Looking at Li Feifan,

His eyes, just blazing with anger, instantly turned gentle as water,

He spoke in a gentle tone:

"Xiao Fan, don't be afraid,

We're going home; your mother is still at home,

Waiting for us to come back and eat.

Come on, let father hold you once more.

Having said that, he lifted Li Feifan up,

And walked out step by step.

Outside the window, that pot of wind-tail cockscomb orchid somehow had its branches moist and leaves glistening……

Xiao Wang knew at this moment,

He should let Yang Ge vent a bit,

So he silently stood guard outside the door,

No one noticed that his slightly reddened eye sockets had already swollen like a life preserver…

About half an hour passed,

He heard no sound from inside, just as he was about to burst in,

But he saw Yang Ge holding Li Feifan walking out.

Xiao Wang didn't say anything either,

He just silently followed.

The nurse outside cannot, like Xiao Wang, "understand Li's intentions,"

Seeing the patient being carried away.

The young miss immediately, habitually, said: "Sorry, sir,"

"Please put our patient back on the bed."

"Doing so is not conducive to the patient's recovery."

Li Xingyang seemed not to hear.

He only knows that now he must bring Xiao Fan home,

The rest he does not know. Now his mind contains only: going home, eating, Yue Ru, Xiao Fan!

Xiao Wang, seeing this, immediately stepped forward to block the young nurse,

His sword‑like eyes seemed to conceal boundless sword intent,

Making the young nurse stare at him, cold sweat streaming,

She hurriedly retreated, turned and ran away,

as if going to "file a report."

Xiao Wang did not stop either; he is not the type who bullies others with his power,

On the contrary, he possesses a clear system for discerning right from wrong.

Just after stepping out of the lobby, Chuan Yun Kua Yu flew over.

When the Heavenly Doctor arrived, only a blue phantom could be seen,

fading farther into the sky…

At this point, it had been a little over an hour since Li Fei Fan leapt to rescue the elder,

Yue Ru also, under the careful care of Shangguan Feiyun and Ma Xiaozhu,

woke up.

Just as Shangguan Feiyun and Ma Xiaozhu prepared a heap of persuasive "heartfelt words,"

who would have thought, the awakened Yue Ru seemed to have her usual complexion.

After they asked her about various circumstances, her expression remained calm,

only occasionally she would stare pensively, as if thinking of something.

Yue Ru said nothing of her own accord, and they did not ask.

Finally, Yue Ru said goodbye to them, saying she would go summon the Living Heavenly Doctor for a visit.

Looking at her calm eyes, Shangguan Feiyun always felt an unspeakable sorrow tangled in her heart,

that could not dissipate. After hearing Yue Ru's plan,

she decided she must hand Yue Ru over safely into Li Xingyang's hands.

At the same time, she also wanted to see Li Fei Fan, this little hero,

what kind of courage,

could allow an ordinary person to face the threat of death head‑on.

Thus, with Ma Xiaozhu seeing them off,

the two rode the Wind‑Shadow Night‑Charm Cloud and vanished.

Just as Shangguan Feiyun fixed the location to summon the Living Heavenly Doctor,

Chief Zhao called with a spiritual message, saying,

Li Xingyang had already brought Li Fei Fan back to Xinghua Community.

And she also reported the relevant situation to Chief Zhao.

Each prepared themselves; for a moment there was nothing to say!

The little boat drifts gently over the Earth, some families joyful, some families sorrowful!

Since the days after Li Fei Fan rescued the elder,

Old Zhao was caught in a public‑opinion storm, and was also preparing to abdicate in favor of the worthy.

Meanwhile, major media were busy gathering and fabricating all sorts of rumor storms.

It was said that after Li Xingyang returned to Xinghua Community, he suddenly went mad.

Xiao Wang also resigned from his prestigious position at the Chuan Yu Public Office.

He only remembered that his resignation letter said:

"When stepping out, righteousness comes first!"

"If Brother Yang is in trouble, I will step forward!"

Only Shangguan Feiyun still seemed normal,

still diligently fulfilling the Public Security Bureau's duties,

except that between her young brows,

seemed to have added a different depth.

Ma Xiaozhu, this kind‑hearted woman,

though she was extremely saddened by Old Zhao's matter,

but she would still rush to Xinghua Community whenever she had time.

Sometimes, a trip would last several days.

Sometimes, Old Zhao would go along.

When the outside world learned of Li Fei Fan's heroic deeds,

various commendations, rewards, and visits came in like clouds, arriving one after another.

But they were all turned down by Lou Yue Ru,

She said she wanted to give Yang Ge and Xiao Fan a quiet place to recover.

In the days that followed,

Someone soon heard that Li Fei Fan's family had moved.

No one knew where they had gone.

The Public Security Bureau also, in the name of protecting privacy,

did not reveal their family's whereabouts to any organization or individual.

And so, the massive rescue-of-the-elderly incident drew to a close!

Da Bu Shan, one of China's most prosperous districts after 2050,

Di Kun Mountain Villa lies in the Five Willow Natural Protection Area, the most scenic and tranquil part of Da Bu Shan.

Naturally, as a natural protection area, here the ancient trees stand deep and the forest stretches far.

It feels like Earth as it was in ancient times, still undeveloped.

Thus, there is no path for people to walk here.

The only way in is by flying.

And to be able to fly in and possess a sprawling mountain villa here.

No need to guess—the villa's owner must either be enormously powerful and influential,

or be rolling in wealth.

Always remember, money and power are the only tickets to freedom!

At this moment, inside the Shadow Bamboo Pavilion of Di Kun Mountain Villa,

a portly middle-aged man,

was reclining on a soft rattan chair made of fragrant ancient wood,

holding an exquisite half-purple, half-blue teapot,

enjoying the endless bamboo sea view with a contented look,

and occasionally taking a sip,

Those who haven't experienced it won't understand how he feels at this moment,

his heart feels as relaxed as if it had melted into the whole heaven and earth.

A bamboo breeze blows,

gently tapping his half-closed eyes,

a world-ruling power is about to be his,

a legend of immortality is about to be proven by him,

a beautiful dream of wishes fulfilled is about to come true,

He also peacefully yields to the wind's arrangement,

closing his eyes,

without a care in the world!

Who would have known, a black-clad figure suddenly appeared,

directly startling the middle-aged man who was just about to doze off, making him jump up,

the half-purple, half-blue teapot also fell to the ground,

and shattered into several pieces.

His anger surged like a bursting dam,

pouring forth from the middle-aged man's mouth:

You damn blind fool,

you didn't see I was about to fall asleep.

Come here,

drag this dog bastard out for me,

and hack him to death!

Hardly had the words finished,

the tough underlings he had expected did not appear as he had spoken,

only that black-clad figure from before remained standing, silent.

The forest swayed slightly,

a cool bamboo breeze swept in,

lightly striking the middle-aged man's face, which alternated between pallor and flush,

the air, somehow, became obediently quiet,

from the middle-aged man's bare ears came,

the sound of a bamboo leaf drifting down slowly.

At that moment, the black figure moved,

all one could see was him flailing his arms and legs, uttering 'ah ah uh uh'.

and he did it faster and faster,

without paying any attention to the wonderful expression on the middle-aged man's face just before.

The middle-aged man could only helplessly endure it,

watching while furrowing his brows, and finally burst out laughing.

It was as if nothing had just happened,

He walked over, patted the black shadow's shoulder, and said, 'You did well,'

You're tired too; go rest quickly!

Also remember, next time when I want to sleep,

Don't ever come disturb me.

This time I'll let it go first,

You go first!

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the black shadow gave a few hehehe laughs,

and then suddenly vanished, as if evaporating into thin air,

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's eyelids twitched wildly, his heart pounding with fear.

After the black shadow left, he then muttered to himself:

Good, he's a mute and also an idiot,

Otherwise, hehe.

Having finished his muttering,

He was like a clever thief,

carefully scanning his surroundings,

afraid another shadow would appear.

After confirming repeatedly,

he then respectfully took off the ring on his finger

the black finger ring.

He muttered some unintelligible gibberish,

Only to see the black finger ring growing redder and redder,

and heard a tearing sound,

a mass of blood-red smoke burst out from the ring,

The smoke roiled,

the red mist at its center gradually darkened,

a black skull slowly took shape.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man,

immediately became like a fawning lapdog,

bowing his body and lifting his head,

smiling innocently with his round, chubby face,

He cordially shouted, 'Little slave, I welcome your grand arrival, Master,'

Forgive my intrusion; please pardon me, Master!

Seeing this, the skull seemed quite pleased,

It cackled, opening its upper and lower jaws,

All that could be heard was: 'jibboo gahlee, yah mah deh,'

yo hola ha, jee-ree gah-lah...

That middle-aged man is also quite a character,

and actually got along swimmingly with that skull.

Finally, the middle-aged man nodded and bowed, saying:

Please rest assured, Master, I'll take care of that brat; as for you...

"Haha, rest easy, my spit and my nail.

Since you can't wait, then fine, I'll first give you some interest,

also let you handle things more efficiently. So you'd better endure it."

The middle-aged man didn't expect the skull to speak earthly language,

and upon hearing there were benefits, he instantly beamed, his ears turning red,

He just kept nodding.

When the skull finished speaking, its bony mouth opened,

a waft of black mist reeking of blood,

separated from the red smoke and flew into the middle-aged man's mouth.

The middle-aged man then let out a loud roar, his whole body turning blood-red,

raging like a madman, rolling all over the ground.

Seeing this, the skull cackled and said:

Didn't I tell you earlier to bear it?

Look at you now, squealing like a pig—how can you accomplish anything great?

Hurry up and steady yourself for me.

Hearing that, the middle-aged man forced himself to endure the boundless pain,

and respectfully summoned the black finger ring back,

carefully placing it back on his finger.

After the skull disappeared,

He shouted again, bellowing:

Li Yijie, this debt you'll have to pay me back,

I'll definitely cut you to pieces!

Thus, a larger conspiracy,

quietly was born on a certain day in 2049!

This is the second time the author is bragging, right:

The last time, it was far from ideal.

Sometimes, writing makes me want to give up.

I also know my plot progression isn't fast enough,

unlike most, which constantly revolve around the protagonist.

Indeed, this does make it easier to understand, and the immersion stronger.

But this also loses a lot of excitement,

resulting in overly strong individual heroism.

I've written nearly 40,000 words, yet the protagonist hasn't cultivated even once,

Sigh, I'm also helpless.

But please believe, the next chapter will usher in a brand‑new fantasy style!

Hope everyone supports me!

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