Evil Dragon Crazy Soldier King

Wen Taikang didn't care if others could understand or not, he patiently explained.

"In the Lower Spirit Martial Realm, Gang Qi, after being tempered thousands of times, returns to simplicity and becomes True Qi."

"For instance, Gang Qi is like gold mixed with impurities. Although precious, it's never as pure as pure gold."

"And True Qi, cultivated by martial artists, after refining the mind and undergoing countless refining, discards the chaotic energies within Gang Qi, thus transforming into truly pure energy."

Yang Fei acknowledged with a hum, slowly beginning to understand.

"Then, once True Qi is pure enough, the energy mastered by the martial artist would transform from quantity to quality, turning into Spiritual Energy, thereby breaking through the Spirit Martial Realm?"

Wen Taikang gave a bitter smile: "That is something I also don't quite understand."

"I only reached the True Martial Realm and then suffered Divine Punishment."

"Afterwards, my realm fell, and I never got another chance to advance to a true Spirit Martial Realm."

"However, it is said that Spiritual Energy is the most primordial power between heaven and earth, also the highest realm that human Martial Arts can achieve."

"It's said that back in the day, the Martial God had once reached such a realm. Apart from the Martial God, no one else has ever been heard of having such great capability."

Yang Fei nodded and sighed.

"So, Chen Xingzhu actually reached the Lower Spirit Martial Realm, which is the True Martial Realm, this is troublesome."

Wen Taikang nodded: "I see her realm, sorrow and hatred, not pretentious, already at the True Self Realm."

"With such cultivation and temperament, if she truly harbors killing intent, it's indeed irresistible."

Yang Fei felt the pressure mounting but snorted.

"No matter what True Self or No Self, if she messes with me, I definitely won't be polite."

This guy, with a look of rogue spirit, appeared smug.

"If I really get pushed, at most, I'll court her, get her pregnant, and see how she competes with me then."

Wen Xiaoxiao, listening by the side, blushed furiously, rolling her eyes fiercely at Yang Fei, who seemed not to notice.

Being the soul of the squad, Yang Fei's rogue spirit immediately infected the rascals of Changfeng Squad.

Everyone cheered, discussing noisily with excitement.

Wen Taikang gave a bitter smile: "The Demon Emperor has passed, during the mourning period Chen Xingzhu won't make a move on you, but she will eventually."

"Your attitude is quite right; one shouldn't live in their own fear. Although the True Martial Realm is powerful, it isn't invincible in the world."

After finishing, Wen Taikang looked at Wen Xiaoxiao lovingly.

"Grandpa has to leave, you study well. When I have time, I'll come back to see you."

Wen Xiaoxiao suddenly felt reluctant to part.

"Grandpa, you promised to go to the Moon Goddess's concert with me."

Wen Taikang gave a bitter smile.

"Grandpa is old, I don't want to go to such a noisy place; let Brother Fang accompany you instead."

Wen Xiaoxiao felt reluctant but knew Wen Taikang's personality, so she had to bid farewell to him.

As everyone left the crematorium, Mad Blade mysteriously approached Yang Fei.

He extended his palm, his eyes full of a smug look.

"Coach, can you guess what's in my hand?"

Yang Fei, familiar with Mad Blade's sleaziness, chuckled.

"Is it a condom? Brother is planning to become a monk, taking the vow of chastity."

Mad Blade spat: "Am I that lame?"

"I've always considered myself a good person, adhering to five virtues and four have-to's."

The two rascals exchanged some sleazy jokes, and suddenly Mad Blade opened his palm, moving it close to Yang Fei's eyes.

"Take a good look, what is this?"

In Mad Blade's hand, there was an irregular rhombus crystal.

The crystal seemed to have layered spaces with ancient and peculiar patterns, emitting a mysterious charm.

Half a Divine Crystal!

Yang Fei was extremely surprised, but after thinking, he understood.

Mad Blade was responsible for cremating the Demon Emperor, and his Divine Crystal did not melt, so naturally, it ended up in Mad Blade's hand.

Mad Blade laughed heartily, blinking his eyes.

"If you agree to introduce me to a beautiful teacher, this piece of Divine Crystal is yours."

Yang Fei was taken aback: "What beautiful teacher?"

Mad Blade laughed again, with an indescribable sleazy look.

"Aren't you a psychology teacher at Saint Luo High School? Where are all the beautiful teacher colleagues around you?"

"I am best at relieving beautiful women of their loneliness and sorrow, helping them to de-stress."

In front of Mad Blade, Yang Fei wouldn't admit that he was just a small security guard.

He quickly snatched the half Divine Crystal from Mad Blade's hand.

"No problem, I'll take a leave tomorrow and go to work for me. Saint Luo High School has nothing else, just a cloud of beauties."

Mad Blade was overjoyed, his eyes radiating a mischievous glow, clapping hands with Yang Fei.

"Okay!"

Yang Fei laughed inwardly; he had hung a psychology master's title yet worked as a security guard for half a month in the security department.

Who knows if Mad Blade will kill him when he finds the security department filled with lustful males?

With the Demon Emperor defeated, the Four Gates disbanded, Zhong Xiang and Chen Xingzhu leaving, the situation calmed down.

Yang Fei disbanded the Changfeng Squad, returned home, and prepared to attend Xu Zhiqing's concert at the Red Pavilion.

Xu Zhiqing's concert was scheduled for eight o'clock in the evening.

At seven-thirty, Wen Xiaoxiao was already anxious, urging Yang Fei to hurry.

As Yang Fei and Wen Xiaoxiao left the apartment, they realized the entire Sanhai City was already in an uproar because of the Moon Goddess's concert.

On both sides of the streets, there were huge promotional posters of Xu Zhiqing everywhere.

The streets and alleys were bustling with enthusiastic fans, waving colorful flags and glow sticks, with lots of police standing guard to maintain order.

Whether it was on the bus, in the subway, or the street corners.

Almost everyone was talking about the Moon Goddess's concert.

Yang Fei and Wen Xiaoxiao hailed a taxi, and the driver laughed seeing Wen Xiaoxiao brandishing the glow stick.

"Going to the Red Pavilion? Attending the Moon Goddess's concert?"

Wen Xiaoxiao couldn't wait to nod, urging the driver.

"Driver, please hurry, the Moon Goddess's concert is about to start."

The driver smiled knowingly: "I'll try my best; the Red Pavilion is completely jammed."

He added a caring question for Wen Xiaoxiao.

"By the way, did you manage to get the entry tickets?"

"The entry tickets for the Moon Goddess's concert are so hard to come by nowadays; they've already soared to five thousand yuan each on the black market."

Upon hearing this, Wen Xiaoxiao's heart sank.

"Brother Fang, did you get the tickets? I was too excited and forgot to buy them."

Yang Fei chuckled.

"I'm going to see my wife's concert; do I even need to buy tickets? Isn't that a joke?"

Wen Xiaoxiao's little face scrunched up.

"Brother Fang, stop bragging, did you actually buy the tickets or not?"

The driver turned to look at Yang Fei, confirmed he was sane, then chuckled.

"Brother, let me give you a piece of advice, dreams are good but should be realistic."

"Which man in the world doesn't want to marry the Moon Goddess?"

Yang Fei knew that saying some things would inevitably make people think he was crazy.

So he just chuckled, waved his hand, and signaled the driver to start driving.

The driver started the car, sighing.

"Now that the Moon Goddess is here in Sanhai, it feels like all the guys have gone crazy, alas!"

Wen Xiaoxiao burst into laughter, while Yang Fei had a face full of black lines.

The driver's taxi started and vanished into the traffic.