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Yang Fei returned to Yinxue Tower, where Feng Cai'er was still asleep. Her beautiful face retained a faint blush from last night.

Yang Fei smiled and gently kissed Feng Cai'er's forehead before beginning his cultivation.

He had cultivated for ten years to break through the Foundation Establishment Fifth Level and achieve the Taoist Body.

At this moment, he had achieved the Taoist Body, and Yang Fei planned to break through to the next realm, the Core Formation Stage.

The spiritual energy in his body during the Foundation Establishment Stage circulates through the meridians and finally accumulates in the Qi Sea.

The spiritual energy in the Qi Sea gradually forms a vortex and eventually becomes liquid, known as the Spiritual Pool.

Once the Spiritual Pool forms, it signifies the Great Success of Foundation Establishment.

If one continues to break through, crystals will appear in the Spiritual Pool.

These crystals, transparent and shimmering with runes, are the purest sublimation of nature's spiritual energy within the body.

The power unleashed by these crystals exceeds that of the Foundation Establishment Stage tenfold.

These crystals are commonly known as the Golden Core, referred to as the Relic by the Buddhist Sect.

After breaking through the Core Formation Stage, the cultivator's lifespan can exceed 300 to 500 years.

Yang Fei's Heaven and Earth Myriad Phenomena Art had already reached the Fifth Level, and he estimated that breaking through the next level would bring him to the Core Formation Stage.

The night passed without words, and he vaguely sensed the trend toward Core Formation, believing that a breakthrough might occur within this short time.

After dawn, Feng Cai'er bid farewell to Yang Fei as her public holiday had ended.

Yang Fei felt somewhat reluctant to part.

Their love had lasted over a decade.

Even though they spent more time apart than together, for Yang Fei, she had already become a part of his life.

Feng Cai'er was quite optimistic, smiling as she looked at Yang Fei.

"I've heard that the national security department has detected the existence of cultivators and is about to take significant action."

"If the national security department plans to reorganize to control People with Special Abilities, maybe we could be assigned together."

Yang Fei nodded and patted her shoulder.

"Don't worry about returning, I'll handle these matters."

Mad Blade had already reported Yang Fei's return to the national security department.

It's expected that Yang Fei will be summoned by the organization soon.

Since childhood, Yang Fei was influenced by his adoptive father. No matter how powerful he became, his roots were in Huaxia, and protecting the nation was his inherent duty.

No matter where Yang Fei was, he never dared to forget this.

After Feng Cai'er left, a day later, Yang Fei indeed received a call from Wu Yuanzhong, the old leader of Hidden Dragon Nine Divisions.

As soon as Wu Yuanzhong answered the phone, he started cursing.

This Old General had a fiery and explosive personality, and Yang Fei had been missing for a decade.

During this time, the organization hadn't been able to contact him, and Wu Yuanzhong nearly worried himself sick.

If the Evil Dragon was a Divine Dragon, this guy was the dragon head.

Without him, none of the Evil Dragon Warrior Kings could be restrained.

Because of this, the Changfeng Squad had passed the assessment but couldn't formally enlist.

After a stern reprimand from Wu Yuanzhong, Yang Fei nodded and bowed submissively.

Yang Fei spun a long, complex, and incredibly intricate story for Wu Yuanzhong.

If it were made into a TV series, the story could probably extend over a hundred episodes.

Midway through hearing it, Wu Yuanzhong got irritated; he knew Yang Fei was just spouting nonsense.

Nonetheless, Wu Yuanzhong didn't make things too difficult for Yang Fei.

In fact, Wu Yuanzhong's heart was jumping with joy at the unexpected appearance of Yang Fei.

Mysterious forces had emerged in civilian society, posing grave threats to national security and the wellbeing of citizens.

Over the past year, this chaos had gradually taken shape, leading to repeated criticism from higher-ups directed at Wu Yuanzhong.

Wu Yuanzhong was like an ant on a hot stove, completely unsure of what to do.

At this crucial moment, Yang Fei appeared, which thrilled Wu Yuanzhong immensely.

Although this soldier was a bit rebellious, he was capable. With him, even the biggest issues weren't really problems.

Despite his happiness, Wu Yuanzhong thoroughly chastised Yang Fei.

After losing contact with the organization ten years ago, Yang once again returned without a word, completely lacking organization and discipline to an extreme.

Wu Yuanzhong scolded Yang Fei thoroughly, then ordered him to report to Hidden Dragon Headquarters within three days.

Without giving Yang Fei any excuse, the old man decisively hung up the phone.

Yang Fei could even feel Wu Yuanzhong's smug satisfaction from the other end of the phone.

He knew that the old man's face must be beaming with smiles now.

Yang Fei stood stunned for a while, sighing deeply.

"My adoptive father was right; joining the military may bring regrets for two years, but not joining means regretting a lifetime. Grandpa is always a soldier."

Although saying so, Yang Fei remained in the tender embrace of the moment, reluctant to move. He lingered for several more days before setting out for Yannan.

A week later, Yang Fei returned to Yannan, intending to rest briefly here before heading to the Capital City at Hidden Dragon Headquarters.

Things at Yinxue Tower had already stabilized significantly.

Although Yang Fei knew Zhang Zhengchang at Dragon Tiger Mountain was still relentless, he chose to ignore it.

Without driving, Yang Fei seemingly assumed the true persona of a cultivator, dusty and weary, as he entered Longyuan Villa.

As the electronic gate opened, a teenage boy, about sixteen or seventeen, embraced Yang Fei loudly.

"Boss, you're finally back."

Yang Fei only felt the powerful force from the boy, whose handsome face was yet to lose its innocence.

His large eyes rolled around, full of clever mischievousness.

Yang Fei widened his eyes in shock, only to suddenly wake up and slap the boy's shoulder heavily.

"Good lad, how did you come back?"

That person was none other than Long Xiaoshuai, whom Yang Fei randomly found in the sea, nicknamed Dan Dan.

Over the past decade, Long Xiaoshuai graduated from high school and entered a defense military academy directly under a military district, having little time to return.

To Yang Fei, Long Xiaoshuai was like the child he adopted, a character as mischievous as a younger brother, sharing a similar disposition.

Yang Fei often worried about the sole heir to the Dragonkin Descendant, fearing he might cause some major trouble.

However, although Long Xiaoshuai was prankish, constantly making small mistakes, he never committed any grave misdeeds. Having grown up like this, Sister Xueyi rarely had to worry.

As Yang Fei was the only relative Long Xiaoshuai had, he often thought about him during those ten years. So upon suddenly seeing Yang Fei, how could he not be overjoyed?

Long Xiaoshuai cried out from Yang Fei's slap, instinctively using the Dragon Claw Hand to launch a sneaky attack downward.

Yang Fei chuckled, using the Grasping Hand Technique to intercept Long Xiaoshuai's left hand and then seize his shoulder acupoint, rendering him immobile.

Long Xiaoshuai chuckled, readily surrendering to Yang Fei.

"The boss is the boss. For ten years, I thought I had grown strong, but encountering you still leaves me completely restrained."

Yang Fei closely inspected Long Xiaoshuai.

The little rascal from back then had grown into a teenager, with light hair appearing on his lips, and a tall build, taller than the average youth.

He wore a set of defense green, reflecting an air of casualness and self-assurance below his short crew cut, with his smiling lips revealing a row of white teeth.

Yang Fei couldn't help but smile.

He released Long Xiaoshuai's hand, and they walked inside together, feeling mildly sentimental.

"It's been ten years; the little rascal back then is now a grown lad."

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