stonecrandall Chapter 46 Departure from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire
Chapter 46 Departure from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire
Chapter 46 Departure from the Yin-Yang Well of Ice and Fire
"Admit defeat—I'm returning those words to you now."
Tang Ya calmly repeated what Bei Bei had said not long ago, with a hint of sarcasm.
On the arena, Bei Bei's expression shifted between the flashes of lightning and the shadows. He looked at Tang Ya, whose aura had already surpassed his own, and then glanced at her two teammates behind her.
His clenched fist trembled slightly, and lightning flashed several times at his fingertips.
It's a disgrace! I was just one point away from advancing to fifth grade, and now I have to wait another semester.
In the end, all the resentment, anger, and some deeper, more complex emotions condensed into three words that were almost squeezed out between clenched teeth: "————I surrender."
"Whoosh—!"
The audience erupted in chaos, with waves of doubt, disappointment, and anger nearly lifting the roof off the venue.
"Senior Brother Beibei! No! Referee! This doesn't count!"
"Useless trash! I've bet all my gold soul coins on you!!"
"It's a conspiracy! It's definitely a conspiracy! What kind of evil power did that woman use?!"
The referee on the stage was also visibly stunned, clearly not expecting that Bei Bei, one of the twin stars of the Foreign Languages Department, would so readily admit defeat.
He ultimately didn't question the conceding defeat. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward, raised Tang Ya's arm high, and his booming voice drowned out the noise of the room: "I announce that the winning team in this year's fourth-year final exam of the School of Foreign Languages is—" He paused slightly, raised Tang Ya's hand even higher, and announced loudly, "Tang Ya, Li Ru, and Luo Yunyun's team!"
After a brief silence, the audience finally broke into scattered applause.
As soon as the referee let go, Tang Ya immediately turned around, no longer looking at Bei Bei, and quickly walked to Li Ru and Luo Yunsong, who were struggling to stand up at the edge of the ring, and reached out to help them up.
"Let's go get treatment." Her voice was low and hoarse, but unusually firm.
"Xiaoya!" Lin Feng's figure had already passed through the crowd, and he arrived at the edge of the arena in a few quick steps, reaching out to firmly support Tang Ya's other arm.
His gaze swept quickly over Tang Ya's pale face and the lingering black aura around her, his tone urgent, "How are you? Is anything bothering you?"
"I'm fine," Tang Ya said, leaning on his arm for support, and gently shook her head. Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, revealing her deep exhaustion. "I'm just a little tired. Take me away from here quickly."
"Okay, let's leave."
Lin Feng knew that Tang Ya was teetering on the edge of losing control, so he said no more.
He slipped his arm under Tang Ya's legs, put his other arm around her shoulder and back, and with a little effort, lifted her up steadily in his arms.
Tang Ya naturally raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck, resting her face on his shoulder and closing her eyes, as if all the noise outside had nothing to do with her.
Ignoring the various gazes and whispers around them, the two walked straight through the crowd toward the stadium entrance.
On the stage, Bei Bei stood alone amidst the chaos, watching helplessly as the two embraced intimately and left, oblivious to everything, and watching Tang Ya's defenseless dependence on Lin Feng in his arms.
His face flushed again, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
Lin Feng held Tang Ya firmly in his arms the whole way. As he traveled, he secretly released a little bit of Blue Silver Ghost Flame, which slowly flowed into her body.
Then, it carefully guided, absorbed, and suppressed the dark power that was still subtly restless in Tang Ya's meridians.
When they returned to the Tang Clan shop, Huo Yuhao had already left, and the dark power surrounding Tang Ya had been completely suppressed.
"Xiaoya, you should rest well." Lin Feng gently placed Tang Ya on the bed, his voice soft. "I'll go prepare our luggage for the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well. If all goes well, we can be there this afternoon—"
Before he could finish speaking and was about to get up, a slightly cool hand gently tugged at his sleeve.
Lin Feng looked down and met Tang Ya's eyes, which had opened at some point.
The eyes, no longer filled with confusion, were now clear as ever, carrying a hint of—almost a soft plea.
"Don't go," she said softly, "Stay with me for a day, okay? We'll set off again tomorrow morning."
This statement doesn't sound like a command; it's more like a plea for help.
Tang Ya looked at Lin Feng, her eyes lacking their usual strength, only showing vulnerability and reluctance.
The Yin-Yang Eye of Ice and Fire is extremely dangerous.
What she needed most at that moment was not the endless opportunities there, but this little bit of reassuring companionship and tranquility.
"it is good."
Lin Feng responded softly.
Following the slight pressure from Tang Ya's hand, he slowly turned to his side and lay down beside her.
Tang Ya seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and naturally leaned towards him, gently resting her forehead against his shoulder.
Lin Feng let her lean on him, and then a powerful wisp of soul energy flew out of the door, locked the front door of the shop, and hung up the "Temporarily Closed" sign.
Immediately afterwards, a wisp of soul power, like a gentle breeze, swept across the top of the bed.
The plain-colored bed curtain swayed gently before falling, separating the small bed from the outside and creating a private space that belonged only to the two of them.
The shop fell silent again, with only the soft breathing and heartbeats of the two people echoing behind the curtain.
A peaceful night passed, and the next day arrived quickly.
The two got up early, packed their luggage, and asked the college for a month-long leave.
A few days later, at dusk, they chose a spot on the outskirts of Sunset Forest and set up a temporary camp.
The nights in Sunset Forest are noticeably colder than those in Starry Sky Forest.
Lin Feng used the Golden Crow True Fire to start a bonfire, which could not only keep warm but also dispel the surrounding poisonous miasma and deter any soul beasts that might approach.
Their biggest concern wasn't the spirit beasts, but the poisonous miasma that had accumulated in the forest over the years, and the soil and vegetation contaminated by the miasma. That's why they brought their own food and water.
"Here, have some hot soup." Lin Feng ladled out a bowl and handed it to Tang Ya.
"Xiaofeng," Tang Ya took the bowl, her face still showing some worry, "the poisonous miasma isn't a problem for you, but what if you encounter multiple ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts—are you really confident?"
"A ten-thousand-year-old soul beast? With you by my side, I'm not afraid." Lin Feng smiled. "Besides, I heard from Teacher Yan that there haven't been any ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts appearing in Sunset Forest for the past few decades, so there's no need to worry too much."
Over the past ten thousand years, the overall strength of human soul masters has grown stronger and stronger, especially with the rise of soul guidance technology, which has led to the continuous encroachment on the living space of soul beasts and a significant decline in their population.
The Sunset Forest was inevitably affected in many ways, and even ten-thousand-year-old soul beasts could no longer be seen.
If the soul beasts eventually perish, then the profession of soul master may also perish—of course, this is not a problem that Lin Feng, who is currently at the Soul King level, should worry about, so he stopped his pointless thinking.
"Yes," Tang Ya nodded, looking into the dim depths of the forest, "The miasma is usually strongest in the early morning and weakest at noon. Let's set off tomorrow at noon."
"Okay, I'll do as you say," Lin Feng said.
The night passed, and the next day at noon, the two did not linger and set off into the depths of the forest according to the map given to them by Moon.
The further you go, the thicker the miasma becomes, and the dimmer the light becomes.
Lin Feng unleashed the Golden Crow True Fire, condensing it into a blazing spherical shield that enveloped him and Tang Ya like a small sun, directly blocking the dense miasma outside.
At the same time, he released his mental probe, vigilantly sensing his surroundings and wary of any powerful soul beasts that might approach.
"We're about to enter the terrifying poisonous miasma zone formed by the Seven Absolute Flowers of Azure Phosphorus —" Lin Feng said in a deep voice.