Chapter 1655 - 1656: Visitor
Yang Fei watched Xiao Xuanya flee in a panic, feeling rather smug.
He loudly shouted behind Xiao Xuanya.
"Why are you running? Haven't you seen such a big guy before?"
Hearing this nonsense, Xiao Xuanya ran even faster.
Her figure was like a breeze, directly rushing out of Yang Fei's room.
Yang Fei stood naked in the room, looking around confidently and proudly showing off a bit before he started to get dressed.
He felt that his True Yuan Energy had increased a little, his whole body felt refreshed, as if filled with endless energy.
Thinking about last night, when he trained in Turtle Meditation, Yang Fei couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Since breaking through to the True Martial Qi realm, Yang Fei's Turtle Extreme cultivation had become increasingly smooth.
Last night, after training in Turtle Meditation, his True Yuan Energy significantly progressed, at the cost of sleeping until noon.
Yang Fei suspected that if Xiao Xuanya hadn't woken him up, he might have continued to sleep, possibly for three days and nights.
The turtle is an exceptionally long-lived creature in nature, and its hibernation is also very long.
For a turtle, sleeping for three days and nights or even hibernating for ten days or half a month without opening its eyes is quite normal.
Thinking about it, Yang Fei felt relieved.
The Cultivation Technique of Turtle Extreme is derived from turtles, so it naturally aligns with their biological characteristics.
After getting up, Shui Rou brought Yang Fei breakfast.
After asking, Yang Fei learned that a group of Evil Dragon Experts had already gone to the Pinghu City Gymnasium to participate in the Martial Golden Sword tournament.
Everyone saw Yang Fei sleeping soundly and didn't wake him up.
It was Xiao Xuanya who, unable to bear it, pulled his ears to wake him.
Yang Fei looked at his phone and found no challenge information.
He knew that after yesterday's battle with Kimura Ihei, he had likely scared off many experts who came to challenge him.
He, the Arena Champion, was likely to be directly promoted to a Martial Golden Sword candidate master.
Shui Rou, seeing that he had no intention of leaving, felt a bit of affection.
At this moment, the two were alone in a room, and for some reason, a blush appeared on Shui Rou's delicate white cheeks.
Seeing the blush on Shui Rou's face, Yang Fei felt a bit of a headache.
No one would have thought that the leader of the Red Shirt Army, famous for fighting fiercely and for one's life, was such a shy girl.
The most terrifying thing was that Yang Fei wasn't sure if Shui Rou's shyness was genuine or not.
This girl was a complete mystery.
He chuckled and casually started a conversation.
"By the way, where is Miss Xiao?"
Shui Rou seemed a bit embarrassed too, her eyes lowered.
"Miss Xiao just went out. I don't know where she went."
As she spoke, Shui Rou's gaze focused on Yang Fei's shoulder.
"Hmm, your clothes are torn. If you don't mind my poor sewing skills, let me mend it for you."
Following Shui Rou's gaze, Yang Fei noticed that the seam on his shoulder was torn, exposing the skin underneath.
This camouflage suit, in grass green, was something Yang Fei was used to wearing and had become quite worn out.
Yet he treated it like a treasure and brought it along as a personal item before setting off for Li Island.
Yang Fei shook his head.
"No need to mend it. Even if it's fixed, it'll tear again after a fight in the arena."
The blush on Shui Rou's face appeared even more captivating.
Her watery eyes looked at Yang Fei.
"You can't say that. On our Li Island, only men without women wear such torn clothes."
She bit her lips as she spoke.
"I know I'm a silly girl. I hope Mr. Yang won't despise me."
Yang Fei couldn't help but smile wryly: "Who would dare despise you? You're the leader of the Red Shirt Army."
Shui Rou slowly lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with crystalline tears.
"If I could choose, I would rather be an ordinary girl and live life with an honest man. Who wants to go to battle and risk their life?"
She gritted her teeth, revealing a firm expression, and sighed deeply.
"But there's no choice. Ever since Li Island was occupied, the people of Sang Country have treated it like a colony."
"They plunder the resources, exploit cheap labor, yet never give it a chance to develop."
"We, the people of Li Island, live like slaves, working from dawn till dusk, yet still barely having enough to eat and wear. There's no hope in such a life."
As she spoke, Shui Rou looked at Yang Fei sadly.
"Our fate is destined to be tragic slaves, but our children still have a future."
"They shouldn't live this kind of life; they shouldn't be beneath others. Mr. Yang, don't you think I'm right?"
Seeing the determination and courage erupt from her gentle face, Yang Fei couldn't help but be moved.
At this moment, the heroic and awe-inspiring aura emanating from the girl was more dazzling than the radiance of Taiyang.
Yang Fei nodded deeply, sighing.
"You are a brave girl, I truly admire you."
"If my country became a colony and its people enslaved, I would pick up weapons and fight against it just like you."
Shui Rou nodded and suddenly smiled.
"Look, we've drifted off-topic again. Let me mend your clothes first."
Shui Rou got a needle and thread, and as Yang Fei was about to take off his clothes, Shui Rou waved her hand.
"No need, I'll be quick."
She threaded the needle and let Yang Fei sit in a chair, then quietly began to mend his clothes, stitch by stitch.
Taiyang's rays streamed in through the door, illuminating Shui Rou's face.
The fine hair on her face glowed golden, and the subtle fragrance of the girl wafted into his nose.
Yang Fei found his mind wandering slightly.
On such a sunny day, with the world at peace, life seemed lazy and comfortable.
After a long time, Shui Rou bit off the end of the thread with a shy smile at Yang Fei.
"Alright, take a look yourself."
Yang Fei turned to see the seam on his shoulder had been mended. The stitches were fine and dense, nearly hiding any signs of damage.
Yang Fei couldn't help but exclaim, "Shui Rou, you really have skillful hands."
Shui Xiu smiled gently, and whatever she thought of brought another beautiful blush to her cheeks.
Just then, there was a gentle knock on the door of the small courtyard outside.
"Is Mr. Dragon Ancestor living here?"
Yang Fei and Shui Rou exchanged a glance, Shui Rou's expression tensed up.
Li Wang Town was the Red Shirt Army's stronghold.
Yet someone managed to reach here without any alert, which was terrifying.
Yang Fei watched as Shui Rou retrieved a gun from her back, shaking his head to indicate she should put it away.
Yang Fei restrained his entire Essence Qi, lazily returning to a relaxed demeanor before opening the door.
Outside the door stood a middle-aged man in his forties, smiling at Yang Fei.
He wore a long robe of the Sangguo Warrior, clogs on his feet, and had a square face with a calm and gentlemanly demeanor.
Without the martial robe, few would believe him to be anything other than a university professor.
But Yang Fei knew very well, this man was not only a Martial Arts Master but an exceedingly rare, top-tier master.
Because he was Jingtian Chuyi.