Chapter 1629 - 1630: Time
After Yang Fei gave the Heavenly Secret Talisman to An Zichen, he keenly felt that the heavens and earth were filled with hostility towards him.
In the void, it seemed as though an eye was fixated on him.
This feeling made him feel like a thorn in his back, extremely uncomfortable.
At the same time, the Turtle Extreme within Yang Fei also seemed to sense a destructive crisis.
It tried its best to hide its aura, to the point where even Yang Fei couldn't detect the presence of Turtle Extreme anymore.
However, Extreme Tiger was the complete opposite, like a tiger forced to the edge of a cliff.
That tiger roared ferociously, baring its fangs and claws, unrestrainedly revealing its violent and savage aura.
At the same time, Elephant Extreme bowed its head, Niu Ji was defiant, Snake Extreme curled up, Phoenix Extreme murmured.
The Nine Extremes within Yang Fei all used their own methods to avoid the divine punishment looming over them.
Yang Fei held his forehead, feeling extremely uncomfortable, then clenched his teeth and thought fiercely.
"Since the Martial God can withstand divine punishment, I should be able to as well. A real man, why should he cower?"
Yang Fei had a vague feeling.
This so-called divine punishment, if one's strength was sufficient, might be able to break through the rules of heaven and earth, thereby dispelling the divine punishment.
However, without enough strength to resist divine punishment, Yang Fei couldn't casually activate his True Yuan energy.
Divine Punishment was like the legendary Sword of Damocles, potentially descending at any moment.
Yang Fei shook his head with a bitter smile.
He never dreamed that the punishment, which he had tried so hard to avoid, would unexpectedly find its way to him.
Yang Fei knew that Xue Mingtai would not see him anymore, so he shook his head and sighed deeply.
He left the hotel and drove away in a Grand Cherokee.
On the eighth floor, behind the wide floor-to-ceiling window glass, An Zichen changed into a plain blue dress and gazed foolishly downstairs.
The graceful, lean figure got into a ragged Grand Cherokee, then ignited the engine, reversed, and drove away.
Watching the dust raised by the Cherokee along the way, An Zichen felt a sourness in her heart.
A soft part of her heart was touched, and tears flowed down like a floodgate opened.
In her memories, scenes of beauty resurfaced in An Zichen's mind.
When she first met Yang Fei, An Zichen was just a seven-year-old little girl.
In her memory, that guy walked over from the beach, hands in his pockets, casually.
His hair was a messy tangle, like a bird's nest, and his pant legs were rolled high, wearing a worn straw hat.
He walked up to An Zichen, reached out, and ruffled her neatly combed hair.
This guy's mouth curled into an attractive arc, showing a set of white teeth.
"You must be little Zi Chen, from now on, I'll have your back."
An Zichen was scared to tears by his rudeness, and the boy immediately pinched her little nose.
"Haha, another crybaby."
...
On the turbulent sea surface, twelve-year-old An Zichen swam swiftly in the water, behind her a fierce great white shark.
The sea water splashed, and the triangular fin of the great white shark broke through the surface, resembling a long knife.
Looking at the siblings screaming on the yacht, An Zichen felt their screams and exclamations seemed so far away, her strength had all drained.
At that moment, An Zichen's head buzzed, as she was struck by the enormous tail of the great white shark.
Her whole body was sent flying in the air, amid the exclamations of everyone, she saw the great white shark beneath open its serrated bloody maw.
If An Zichen fell, she'd surely become fish food.
Just then, that handsome and charming boy leapt from the yacht.
He used his body to knock An Zichen aside, falling like a stone towards the great white shark's mouth.
As An Zichen plunged into the sea, she saw the boy had already settled into the blood maw of the great white shark.
The boy used both hands to prop open the great white shark's bloody mouth, like a stick.
He grinned towards the direction where An Zichen had fallen into the water, displaying a victory gesture.
...
The youthful memories of a girl unfolded one after another, like a silent movie playing out before An Zichen.
In these movies, the boy's casual, sunny smile gradually overlapped with Yang Fei's carefree smile from moments ago.
Ten years later, his smile was still as unruly and free-spirited, carrying a hint of mischievous charm.
An Zichen thought blankly, her lips slowly curved into a beautiful arc.
Before she knew it, her cold expression had vanished, replaced by a sweet smile.
An Zichen reached out and touched the Heavenly Secret Talisman hanging from her neck that Yang Fei had given her.
The rune within the crystal of the Heavenly Secret Talisman had faded into a shadow, and her eyes brimmed with crystalline tears again.
"Ah-choo!"
Driving the Grand Cherokee forward, Yang Fei suddenly sneezed for no reason.
He couldn't help but grumble.
"Who the hell's cursing me behind my back? Could it be that little Zi Chen thinking of me again? This is troubling."
Just then, Yang Fei's phone rang, it was Long Hai calling.
"Uncle, things aren't looking good, the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament committee isn't accepting our registration."
Yang Fei frowned: "Why?"
On the phone, Long Hai sounded a bit embarrassed.
"Our Longwei Martial Arts Hall isn't well-known, so these guys with dog eyes lowballing us aren't accepting our independent registration, what should we do?"
Yang Fei snorted, his brows furrowing even more tightly.
"According to their rules, how do small Martial Arts sects register?"
"Never heard of such rules for the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament before, are they deliberately trying to make things hard for you?"
Long Hai sounded indignant.
"Uncle is right, this time Karate factions have suffered a major blow, their masters dwindling."
"The committee is deliberately setting obstacles, increasing the difficulty for independent experts to register, especially Huaxia Martial Arts masters, who can't pass."
Yang Fei suddenly understood.
Every Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament has some mysterious independent experts squeezing into the global top ten, taking one or two spots.
But this year, the Karate factions of Sang Country were kicked out by Yang Fei, losing at least a dozen Martial Arts Sect Masters.
If other faction masters were allowed to register, the Karate factions of Sang Country would stand no chance at all.
He snorted: "Well then, is there any other way to register?"
Long Hai stammered: "There are ways."
"They say only true masters can register for the Martial Arts Golden Sword Tournament, so before registering, we must pass their examination."
Yang Fei was curious: "What examination?"
Long Hai sighed.
"The committee specifically appointed two Martial Arts masters, with realms around the Strength Transformation Earth-grade."
"We must defeat these two to enter the registration process, now that's a hassle."
Yang Fei chuckled: "What's so troublesome about that, just beat them."
Long Hai gasped.
"Uncle, those two are like ants to you."
"But to me, they are insurmountable mountains, I can't beat them."
"Pah, coward, how do you know you can't win until you try? Wait for me."
Yang Fei spat at Long Hai, turned the Cherokee around, and headed towards the Martial Arts tournament venue.