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The Martial God was absolutely right; Divine Punishment is the test of Heaven and Earth's rules for martial artists.

Only by not resorting to opportunistic tricks can one obtain greater power.

In many people's eyes, Fan Yi's actions seemed foolish.

But in Yang Fei's view, Fan Yi was truly a martial arts genius.

Fan Yi resisted Yang Fei's Heavenly Secret Talisman, admired by some, while others shook their heads and sighed.

Wen Taikang walked up to Yang Fei and respectfully cupped his hands in salute.

"Alliance Hierarch, I am well aware of the terror of Divine Punishment, but I plead for a Heavenly Secret Talisman."

Yang Fei nodded; he dared not jest with the venerable Wen Taikang.

Yang Fei carefully drew a circle on his forehead.

The golden circle flickered on Wen Taikang's forehead and vanished.

A wave of unimaginable freedom and joy instantly surged through Wen Taikang's heart.

Wen Taikang was immensely delighted, saluted Yang Fei, and couldn't help but let out a long howl.

His howl was filled with uncontrollable happiness and exhilaration.

In the following half hour, Yang Fei activated True Yuan Energy to draw a Heavenly Secret Talisman for each martial arts expert.

These martial artists entered the Dragon Chant Temple in search of the Heavenly Secret Talisman.

Everyone had been in despair, but at this moment unexpectedly received the talisman.

Each individual expressed immense gratitude to Yang Fei, shedding tears of appreciation.

Some remained kneeling on the ground, but Yang Fei ignored him completely.

This guy, although he signed a Blood Covenant with Yang Fei, was deceitful and fickle, causing Yang Fei much dislike.

Hebra knew that his actions had offended Yang Fei by hurting Nuannuan, and he just knelt silently without daring to speak.

Yang Fei drew a Heavenly Secret Talisman on each martial artist's forehead.

He turned around to Hebra and said indifferently, "Hebra, do you submit?"

Hebra knelt on the ground, his face filled with desolation.

"Hebra does not dare to question the master's orders."

Yang Fei chuckled coldly and said lightly, "Well, it's good you know your place."

He turned around, hands behind his back, speaking coldly.

"I, Yang Fei, am not heartless, but you of the Immortal Race wounded my friend Nuannuan, hence now you must redeem yourself through service."

"In the future, if you act in accordance with my will, your Divine Punishment will naturally be absolved."

Hebra had been in despair, but upon hearing Yang Fei's words, he was suddenly overjoyed.

He knelt in gratitude, repeatedly kowtowing to Yang Fei.

"Wise master, my Immortal Race will surely heed the master's orders, willing to face any obstacle without hesitation."

Yang Fei nodded, turned on his heel, and strode away without further regard for Hebra.

To Yang Fei, the Heavenly Secret Talisman was nothing worthy of concern.

Yet, Yang Fei was acutely aware.

With a treacherous serpent like Hebra, if one is careless, it might just lash out in hostility.

For such individuals, firm control with a stick is vital; the carrot is often necessary after the stick.

As Yang Fei departed, Hebra's eyes showed a gleam of malice, quickly vanishing.

On his face, he remained deferentially respectful like an obedient old dog.

Half an hour later, Yang Fei led the formidable group away from Mount Everest, beginning their descent.

At the summit of Mount Everest, the winds howled, stirring countless bricks and tiles of the Great Thunderclap Temple.

Numerous small gravel bricks had been swept away by the fierce wind.

Swish!

At that moment, an arm stretched out from the pile of bricks.

Following that, a young man with black-framed glasses climbed out of the ruins.

This person was none other than Zeus.

His elegant tailcoat was now tattered and looked like a beggar, with multiple blood marks on his skin.

Zeus struggled to his feet, suddenly purged a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper.

Zeus gazed around, surveying his surroundings, suddenly bursting into laughter.

"I didn't expect, I, Zeus, could return to this domain."

"Yang Fei, just you wait, I will not let you off."

After saying this, Zeus staggered forward, his steps unsteady, slowly making his way down from the summit.

Three days later, Yang Fei returned to Yannan City with the masters from Yinxue Tower.

This trip to the Dragon Chant Temple turned out joyfully for everyone.

Almost everyone obtained the Heavenly Secret Talisman.

The most important thing was the Nine-Rank Lotus hidden with Yang Fei.

This guy could resolve martial artists' Divine Punishment with just a simple symbol.

That was the biggest success for the masters from Yinxue Tower.

This meant that anyone wanting to break through the True Martial Realm could receive the Heavenly Secret Talisman from Yang Fei.

From a certain angle, Yang Fei acquiring the Heavenly Secret meant he held the reins of the entire Martial Arts Circle.

Any martial arts expert wanting to dismiss Divine Punishment had to get the Heavenly Secret Talisman from Yang Fei.

Mr. Bei led the Demon Wolf Mercenaries, Nuannuan led the Wu Clan masters, reluctant to part from Yinxue Tower.

Nuannuan nearly cried herself into a teary mess but couldn't neglect her duty to preside over the Wu Clan's Sacred Land.

Though she constantly thought of Yang Fei, she couldn't forget her responsibilities.

Hebra led the Immortal Race masters to bid farewell to Yang Fei.

This time, although Hebra didn't receive a Heavenly Secret Talisman.

Yet he thought to himself, with Yang Fei as his master, there was a subtle sense of pride.

For Hebra and the Immortal Race, mere loyalty to Yang Fei would eventually lead to obtaining the Heavenly Secret Talisman.

This relationship, which Hebra initially felt humiliating, now made him feel honored.

The rest all bid farewell to Yang Fei.

Experts who didn't get a Heavenly Secret Talisman couldn't help but feel reluctant.

But with Yinxue Tower's current power, no one dared harbor ulterior motives.

That day, Yang Fei changed into a clean tracksuit and headed to the Martial God City Police Station.

Since Feng Cai'er was appointed Director of the Martial God Police Station.

For more than a year, she meticulously, diligently, and seriously managed her work.

Feng Cai'er had become Liang Jiayi's most competent right-hand woman.

Both girls held mutual unspoken affection toward Yang Fei.

Yet, they maintained remarkable consistency in their work, governing the Martial God City like a fortress.

The Martial God City Police Station wasn't far from Yinxue Tower, and Yang Fei walked over to the police station entrance.

He took out his phone and called Feng Cai'er.

Unexpectedly, his private phone, unused for too long, had been deactivated.

The pleasant voice of China Mobile's female operator repeatedly reminded him.

"Your phone has run out of credit; please recharge promptly."

Yang Fei couldn't help but let out a wry smile.

He tucked the phone into his pocket and slowly walked toward the police station.

Yang Fei hadn't walked far before he was stopped at the police station entrance.

A duty officer politely stopped Mr. Yang Fei.

"May I ask what business you need? There is a convenience service window to the left; please go there."

Yang Fei glanced to the left and indeed saw the service hall of the police station.

He shook his head: "No, I'm looking for someone."

The officer immediately turned serious: "Who are you looking for?"

Yang Fei curiously looked at the officer.

"I'm looking for your Director Feng, is that not allowed?"

The officer looked Yang Fei up and down, then affirmed.

"Sorry, Director Feng said she is not available."

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