The next day, before dawn had fully broken.

Lin Xueyi, limp in bed, was adamant about returning to her room on the second floor.

Yang Fei knew she was shy.

Taking advantage of the fact that the two women downstairs were still not awake.

Yang Fei carried Lin Xueyi back to her room.

After this hassle, Yang Fei simply got up early and began to practice the Nine Extremes.

Among the Four Extremes, the Snake Extreme and Turtle Extreme are mostly practiced at night.

And the next morning, Yang Fei mainly practiced the Tiger Extreme and Elephant Extreme.

He went through the movements of both the Elephant and Tiger Extremes.

Feeling that the Essence Qi within him had increased slightly, he was extremely satisfied.

The power of the Tiger Extreme's four Divine Skills was greater than ever.

During the practice of Elephant Truth, Yang Fei had an unexpected gain.

A further breakthrough in Elephant Truth opened up two more nodal points within him.

At this moment, the number of nodal points within Yang Fei's body had reached forty-one.

Legend has it that Patriarch Bodhidharma had forty-nine relics in his body.

In the language of martial artists.

This ancestor was said to have opened up forty-nine nodal points.

Even among martial artists, such a myth-like legend was hardly believed.

A common martial artist who could open up five or six nodal points

would already be considered a rare and supreme master.

After the meridians are opened, each one contains several times more strength than an ordinary person.

And with three or four meridians, the Divine Power they possess is beyond the imagination of an ordinary person.

A typical martial artist can open three or four nodal points.

A martial arts master with exceptional talent can open seven or eight nodal points.

And a brilliant and extraordinary martial arts master can open more than ten nodal points.

However, such individuals are so rare that one might not encounter them for decades, if not a century.

Yang Fei couldn't even begin to describe himself.

So far, he had opened up forty-one nodal points.

This was already beyond any ordinary explanation.

Everyone called him a monster, which actually made quite a lot of sense.

The monster Yang Fei, thinking thus, strode back to his room.

As usual, he crossed off another day on the calendar.

And the day Dragon King would emerge was only a little over ten days away.

Yang Fei looked at that date on the calendar.

The joy he had just felt from his breakthrough dissipated once again.

The Two Immortals of the Forbidden City, the Divine Shrine Dragon Envoy were so formidable.

One really wonders what Martial Arts Realm the Dragon King had reached,

to what breathtaking and incredible extent?

Yang Fei stared blankly at the first day of the next month.

After a good while, he shook his head and started to walk downstairs.

Today was the day Su Yinxue would return to her family.

Therefore, Su Yinxue also got up very early.

Yang Fei encountered Su Yinxue at the stairway on the second floor.

Today, Su Yinxue was not wearing the uniform of Yalan International, a rare change.

She wore a beige trench coat.

Casual jeans accentuated her long and straight legs even more.

Her hair was styled in a shoulder-length drape.

Her silky and shiny loose hair

gave her graceful and delicate cheeks a less authoritative air, now carrying a hint of a homely feel.

Only now could Yang Fei sense

that the domineering and icy President Su was actually just a girl in her mid-twenties.

Yang Fei whistled casually.

"Yinxue, you look really elegant today, like perfect wife material."

Su Yinxue clearly hadn't rested well, evident by the faint dark circles under her eyes.

It was evident that, whether or not she should return, Su Yinxue's heart had gone through a fierce internal struggle.

Su Yinxue was always decisive in her actions.

With business matters, she could make a decision on big contracts worth over ten million in less than three minutes.

However, as far as Yang Fei knew, she had thought about going home for a full three days.

After hearing Yang Fei's words, Su Yinxue glared at him.

"In this place, such words can be spoken."

"If you talk like this without any proper form at the Yi Family, it will be very troublesome."

Yang Fei snorted, "Even in the Palace of the Polestar, I would speak the same way. Is the Yi Family really that impressive?"

Su Yinxue sighed.

"Yang Fei, please consider my feelings."

"This time I'm going back to see Grandpa, I definitely do not want to have any more conflicts with the Yi Family."

As she spoke, her eyes reddened.

"Grandpa's heart disease has relapsed, he can't withstand any agitation."

"If it's because of me that something unfortunate happens, I will never forgive myself."

Yang Fei sighed and raised his hands in surrender.

"Understood, understood. This time we go back, we'll be like the aggrieved little wife."

"I promise not to fight back if hit, not to talk back if scolded, okay?"

Su Yinxue cracked a smile through her tears and rolled her eyes at Yang Fei.

"You're exaggerating. Don't worry, the people of the Yi Family are very mercenary."

"With our Yalan International making a name in the business world, they won't mess around."

At twelve noon.

Lin Xueyi, Zhang Lifang, Mad Blade, and Fan Yi saw off Yang Fei and Su Yinxue to Yannan Qingshui Airport.

The Dragon King did not leave his seclusion, and Lanting Group was protected by Ye, a Great God.

Yang Fei was not worried about the safety of Mad Blade and the others.

Although Su Yinxue was busy with many matters, she could command from a distance.

Moreover, Chen Ke was a capable assistant.

Everything would be taken care of by her; the company shouldn't have any major problems.

Ten minutes later, the airplane soared into the sky like a robust silver eagle.

The Yi Family dominated the five northern provinces, with their headquarters in Jincheng of Liaoning Province.

Three hours later, the flight smoothly landed at Jincheng International Airport.

Su Yinxue looked at the familiar city and buildings outside the plane window.

She recalled the days she spent here over the years.

Those days of hardship.

Even in her nightmares, Su Yinxue did not want to remember them.

But now, she had to face them.

Yang Fei saw her ashen face and vacant eyes, sorrowful and mournful.

His heart couldn't help but feel some pity.

What kind of humiliation was it?

That made Su Yinxue, such a strong woman, still filled with fear upon returning to Jincheng after half a year?

Yang Fei gently patted Su Yinxue's shoulder.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here for you. Once you've seen Grandpa, we'll leave right away."

Su Yinxue nodded.

At this moment, only Yang Fei's warm hand provided her with a sense of security and comfort.

Yang Fei, with Su Yinxue, collected their luggage, and the two stepped out of the terminal.

Amidst the surging crowd at the terminal entrance, there were quite a few people waiting to pick up arrivals.

Yang Fei carried the luggage in his left hand and held Su Yinxue's cold hand in his right.

They had only walked a few steps when someone ahead shouted Su Yinxue's name.

Following the call, Yang Fei and Su Yinxue saw two people standing in the welcoming party.

One of them was wearing a wrinkled synthetic suit, holding a "Yi Yin Xue" sign.

The other was even more exaggerated, wearing shorts, with mud-covered cloth shoes.

With rolled up sleeves and beads of sweat on his forehead, he wiped away the sweat while waving toward Su Yinxue.

Upon seeing these two, Yang Fei's expression immediately darkened.

"Yinxue, are these the people from the Yi Family welcoming you?"

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