Chapter 1739 - 1740: Renewing the Alliance Pact
Yang Fei knew even the Hebrew wouldn't dare play tricks, but he still activated the power of the Turtle Shield, protecting his palm as he reached out.
The Hebrew, trembling, imprinted his palm onto Yang Fei's.
Yang Fei only felt his palm heat up, flipping his hand, only to see the blood-colored talisman from the Hebrew's palm now in his own.
The blood-colored talisman flickered momentarily, then vanished without a trace.
Yang Fei was secretly shocked, but his face remained expressionless as he activated the True Yuan Energy, channeling it into his palm.
"Ah!"
The Hebrew instantly let out a shrill scream, even his hair emitted wisps of white smoke, curling into a ball as if experiencing extreme pain.
Without hesitation, he knelt down: "Master spare me, master spare me, I don't know what I did wrong? Please punish me?"
Yang Fei looked at his palm, where the blood-colored talisman reappeared, glowing red and flickering unpredictably.
At that moment, Yang Fei's heart was ecstatic beyond measure.
Damn it, this blood covenant is real, now he's got a powerful subordinate.
The Hebrew is the chieftain of the Immortal Race, controlling him means controlling the Immortal Race.
Thinking of having the nine great princes, including the Hebrew, as his slaves made Yang Fei dizzy with delight.
However, Yang Fei knew the Hebrew's temperament well.
This Old Fox, though afraid of death, is vicious by nature; his control over him was all due to the deterrent power of the Tathagata Palm.
This paper tiger must definitely not be punctured.
Yang Fei's heart was wild with joy, yet his face remained indifferent as he spoke calmly.
"Very good, you finally show some sense, what should you do when you meet Nuannuan in the future?"
The Hebrew immediately turned and bowed deeply to Nuannuan.
"Paying respects to Young Mistress Nuannuan, in the future, if she has any commands, I, the Hebrew, will dash into boiling water and flames without hesitation."
The cunning Hebrew could naturally discern the relationship between Yang Fei and Nuannuan, calling her Young Mistress with natural warmth, without any trace of affectation.
Yang Fei couldn't help but praise him secretly, no wonder the Hebrew could live till now, his shamelessness is astonishing.
Nuannuan stood dazedly looking at Yang Fei, disbelief filling her eyes.
The Wu Clan and the Immortal Race had battled for centuries, yet no Witch Master ever made the Immortal Race submit completely.
Even the previous powerful Witch Master only managed to suppress the Immortal Race slightly.
But Yang Fei, this errant fellow, accidentally accepted the Hebrew's blood covenant, enslaving the chieftain of the Immortal Race.
Given Yang Fei and Nuannuan's relationship, even if the Hebrew had the guts, he wouldn't dare target the Wu Clan and Nuannuan anymore.
An Zichen and others stared dumbfounded at Yang Fei; he deceived and cajoled until he collected a Spiritual Martial Arts Master as his servant?
It's truly unbelievable!
Yang Fei acted dignified and powerful, but nearly burst into laughter.
By using the unexpected Tathagata Palm, he subdued the Hebrew; his fear of death was astonishing.
Just then, light flickered before their eyes, and everyone's figures suddenly became shadow-like and transparent.
Everyone was shocked; up in the sky, the void twisted and a massive vortex appeared out of thin air, containing immense attractive power.
The air currents spiraled, gradually forming a huge tornado, sweeping them up towards the sky.
Yang Fei, having experienced the Black Forest's descent before, knew the imminent arrival of the hours for this world, it was about to disappear.
He grabbed Nuannuan, shouting in the massive vortex.
"Everyone don't fear, this world is about to fade, soon we will..."
The howling winds drowned out even Yang Fei's voice.
Within the huge tornado, everyone was swept off their feet, sucked into the vortex's core in the sky.
The intense light blinded everyone, plunging their vision into a white blur.
Yang Fei's body floated, yet he never let go of Nuannuan, when in a daze, Nuannuan's soft lips suddenly pressed against his.
Amidst the fierce roar, Nuannuan almost screamed at the top of her lungs.
"Uncle, I love you!"
...
Minutes later, Yang Fei slowly opened his eyes, feeling the bitter cold wind harshly paining his cheeks, with Nuannuan's body warm and resilient in his arms.
Yang Fei slowly opened his eyes, glancing around, realizing he was at the peak of Mount Everest.
The snowy peak below, the azure canopy above, like blue crystals pressing overhead, seemingly within reach.
"Damn it, I'm back, woo hoo!"
Yang Fei, overjoyed, couldn't help but release Nuannuan, cheering and leaping with joy.
This trip to the Dragon Chant Temple, though brief, was perilous, and Yang Fei had prepared himself for possibly not returning.
But when time and space collapsed, Yang Fei still returned to Earth Space, filling him with immense joy.
Nuannuan slowly got up, looking around.
Seeing many masters from Yinxue Tower, Mr. Bei the Magic Wolf Mercenary, the Hebrew and others, all gradually rising after falling down, near and far.
Thrown into the spatial turbulence, Nuannuan instinctively kissed Yang Fei, fearing she'd never get another chance to confess.
Yet now, everyone was back on the familiar summit of Mount Everest, filling Nuannuan with both joy and bashfulness.
She glanced at Yang Fei, watching him jump and shout like a child, as if nothing had happened, her heart mixed with melancholy.
"This damn uncle, did he even hear what I said?"
An Zichen and others approached Yang Fei, exchanging smiles.
Having narrowly escaped death, everyone's nerves were on edge, though without finding the Heavenly Secret, just being alive was satisfaction.
The Hebrew's blood covenant rested with Yang Fei, never daring any further ambitions.
He respectfully approached Yang Fei, bowing deeply.
"Congratulations master on returning safely, we've finally escaped."
The Hebrew having sworn allegiance, Yang Fei no longer found him a nuisance, and he gently slapped the Hebrew's shoulder.
"And congratulations to you, having not defied me, otherwise you'd be dust now."
The Hebrew jumped in fright, nearly kneeling again, his voice trembling.
"The Hebrew wouldn't dare, please master see clearly."
Mr. Bei limped over to Yang Fei, offering a crisp salute.
"Leader Yang, our escape is all thanks to you, I have a favor to ask, I wonder what your decision is?"
Yang Fei was taken aback: "What favor?"
Mr. Bei turned to face everyone.
"Ten years ago, the Dragon Chant Temple Alliance appointed Martial God as the chairman, setting rules to restrict various powerful figures, and establishing Dragon Chant Temple Parliamentarians to oversee various sect's strongmen."
"Now, with Martial God missing, I wish to reestablish the Dragon Chant Temple Covenant, appointing Leader Yang as chairman, with everyone as parliamentarians; what do you think?"
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