Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Beyond the Four Extremes, Yang Fei finally found the cultivation technique of the Fifth Extreme.

What mysteries does this Ox Extreme possess?

The Tiger Extreme, Turtle Extreme, Elephant Extreme, and Snake Extreme that Yang Fei practiced each have their unique qualities, unimaginable to ordinary people.

Thus, Yang Fei was filled with anticipation for the cultivation technique of the Ox Extreme.

He opened the thread-bound book, skimmed through it, and began to apply the mental method of the Ox Extreme, moving his Qi-Blood and Qi of Origin Core.

However, for some reason, when practicing the Tiger, Turtle, Elephant, and Snake Extremes, his Qi-Blood surged and his Essence flowed endlessly.

Yet now, practicing this Ox Extreme, there was no reaction at all.

Yang Fei knew there must be something odd, so he carefully studied the ancient books.

Suddenly he remembered something and slapped his forehead with a 'smack'.

"I've been a fool, this book is merely a technique, without Ox Extreme Amber, the technique is ineffective."

Yang Fei stopped practicing, left the room, and knocked on Wen Xiaoxiao's door: "Xiaoxiao, are you asleep?"

Wen Xiaoxiao was scared and exhausted all day and had already gone to sleep.

At this moment, hearing Yang Fei's voice made her heart skip a beat, feeling a bit nervous.

In the dead of night, if Brother Fang had any ill intentions...

As Wen Xiaoxiao thought about it, her heart pounded violently.

She nervously crawled out of bed, grabbing the pepper spray on the bedside in a hurry.

Then, she put on an oversized coat, wrapping herself securely.

Finally, Wen Xiaoxiao plucked up the courage to open the door, her voice weak.

"Brother Fang, what's the matter?"

Yang Fei laughed at her appearance and teased her deliberately.

"Long night, sleepless, I thought of coming over to discuss life with Xiaoxiao."

Upon hearing this classic cheeky opening, Wen Xiaoxiao shivered with fright.

She barely managed to show a cute smile.

"Well... Brother Fang, we've been tired all day, we should rest."

Yang Fei laughed heartily, puffed his chest, rushed boldly into Wen Xiaoxiao's room.

Wen Xiaoxiao screamed in fright, wildly spraying the pepper spray in her hand.

"Brother Fang, you're so bad, bullying me."

Yang Fei chuckled, easily dodged Wen Xiaoxiao's pepper spray, no longer scaring her.

"Don't be nervous, actually I really have something to ask you."

Wen Xiaoxiao nervously hugged her chest, curling herself inside the large coat.

"Brother Fang, what's the matter?"

Yang Fei looked at her fireproof, theft-proof, cheeky-proof stance and smiled wryly.

"I'll wait for you in the living room, there's something I need to consult."

With that, he turned around and walked out the door.

Soon, Wen Xiaoxiao arrived in the living room.

She wore a camisole and denim shorts, still wrapping herself tightly in an oversized coat.

Yang Fei sat on the sofa, lazily smoking.

Yang Fei turned around, sighed.

"Xiaoxiao, sorry for earlier, I just wanted to test how much you trust me."

Wen Xiaoxiao shyly looked at him, her voice weak.

"Brother Fang, I know you're a good person, but I'm just a girl, I'm timid, in the dead of night..."

Yang Fei nodded: "I understand."

"But what I'm about to say concerns both your and your grandfather's life safety, as well as mine, you must be honest."

"What? Grandfather! You've seen my grandfather?"

Wen Xiaoxiao was both surprised and delighted, almost jumping up.

Her eyebrows were full of anxious concern.

Yang Fei didn't answer Wen Xiaoxiao's question but asked her seriously.

"Is your grandfather a man named Wen Taikang, in his fifties or sixties, with cropped hair and a missing piece of his left earlobe?"

"Yes, Brother Fang, is my grandfather okay? How is his health?"

Wen Xiaoxiao was both surprised and delighted, her large eyes clear and bright, flashing with extreme urgency and tension.

Yang Fei confirmed Wen Xiaoxiao's identity, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, your grandfather is an extraordinary person, he's fine."

Wen Xiaoxiao wept with joy, crying out happily.

"That's great, so where is grandfather now?"

Yang Fei smiled slightly: "Rest assured, Old Master Wen has always been around."

"But he chose to remain invisible to protect you."

Wen Xiaoxiao felt puzzled.

"Brother Fang, why is grandfather protecting me, is there someone trying to harm me?"

Yang Fei's expression became serious: "This is the second thing I need to tell you."

"You have a rare object on you, now many people know, they all want to come and grab it."

"The attack and stalking we encountered today may very likely be aimed at you."

Wen Xiaoxiao was completely scared, also somewhat doubtful.

"But I don't have anything on me..."

Seeing her distressed look, Yang Fei reminded her.

"Before Old Master Wen left, he handed you a piece of amber-like thing for safekeeping, have you forgotten?"

Wen Xiaoxiao fell into memory and suddenly remembered.

"Yes, yes, grandfather once handed me a copper box."

"He said if any Martial God Successor visits in the future, I should give that thing to them. Right, what is a Martial God Successor?"

Yang Fei smiled slightly, brushed his hair, and looked proud.

"Sorry, your Brother Fang is the legendary Martial God Successor."

Wen Xiaoxiao suspiciously glanced at Yang Fei, then burst into laughter.

"Brother Fang, your nose hair is sticking out."

Yang Fei's tall image was instantly shattered.

He held his forehead as if he had a toothache.

"Little girl, can't you stop spoiling the moment?"

"Hero appears, such an exciting moment, and you're talking about nose hair?"

Wen Xiaoxiao stared blankly at Yang Fei, her cheeks a little red.

"But it's not bad, fits my imagination of a Martial God Successor, although you're not clad in golden armor and crown, riding a five-colored cloud."

"But at least you're tall, wealthy... Handsome won't count."

Yang Fei's vision darkened, nearly spitting old blood.

He bit his teeth, angrily looking at Wen Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, when someone says false words against their conscience, do you think they'll get struck by lightning?"

"With such a big 'handsome' word written on my face, can't you see it?"

Wen Xiaoxiao giggled, closed her eyes.

"Can't see, can't see, I can't see anything."

Seeing this adorable little rascal look, Yang Fei couldn't help but pounce.

He pressed Wen Xiaoxiao, growling loudly.

"How dare anyone insult me, this is intolerable, heavens and earth, open your eyes."

Wen Xiaoxiao giggled, wriggling her petite and exquisite body.

Her large coat's buttons loosened, revealing the camisole inside.

Yang Fei paused, feeling his heart fire rise.

Wen Xiaoxiao also felt the situation was a little wrong, blushingly surrendered.

"Alright, alright, I was wrong, admit you're handsome, let go of me."

Just then, Qin Xianfei's shocked and furious voice reached their ears.

"You guys... Fang Zhao, you beast, Xiaoxiao is still young, how dare you bully her like this?"

Yang Fei lost himself, pressing Wen Xiaoxiao's shoulders.

From behind, the scene indeed seemed inappropriate.