Everyone Go Home

Looking at the dense crowd, Yi Feng revealed a gentle smile.

With a slight raise of his hand, all the kneeling figures were lifted by a gentle yet powerful energy.

Yi Feng looked around and said softly, "You have all worked hard these past years."

His voice was incredibly soft, yet it flowed like a gentle breeze, echoing directly in everyone's minds.

Overwhelmed by the unexpected favor, the crowd quickly gathered right in front of Yi Feng.

Deafening voices rang out in unison.

"We gladly serve the Supreme; we would die ten thousand deaths without hesitation!"

"We gladly serve the Supreme; we would die ten thousand deaths without hesitation!"

...

The massive sound wave echoed across thousands of miles, like rolling thunder, shaking the heavens and the earth.

At this moment.

There was not the slightest fluctuation of energy around Yi Feng.

He looked just like an ordinary mortal, yet he already stood at the absolute pinnacle of all living beings.

Hearing their words, a look of gratification appeared on his face.

He glanced at Yun Yaoyao and said calmly, "Yaoyao, you follow me."

Yun Yaoyao bowed and accepted the order.

Then, Yi Feng looked at the crowd and said, "Everyone belonging to the Linglong Pavilion, you may go home first!"

The crowd once again showed pleasant surprise, and overwhelming voices of gratitude flooded the area.

Although they were unafraid of death for the sake of the Supreme, they still missed their homeland.

After all, in everyone's hearts, home was always the warmest harbor.

They had stayed in this world for an unknown number of years, and their longing for their hometown and loved ones grew day by day.

Now that the Supreme had awakened, they could finally return home with peace of mind.

Yi Feng also felt their homesickness.

Without another word, with a mere thought.

He pulled everyone from the Linglong Pavilion into a new world.

This world was Yi Feng's sea of consciousness.

Evidently, the vast majority of Linglong Pavilion's members were lifeforms born within Yi Feng's sea of consciousness.

The vast and noisy world suddenly became quiet.

With a casual wave of his hand, a burst of energy enveloped Yun Yaoyao.

Subsequently, he took a step forward and left the small planet.

Following their departure.

This planet also slowly dissipated into the starry sky, as if it had never existed.

In the next moment.

Yi Feng and Yun Yaoyao appeared in a small town.

This town was not large, but it was still quite bustling.

Darkness shrouded the entire land, yet it did not affect the town's tranquility.

Yi Feng looked at Yun Yaoyao, who was dressed in a vibrant feather dress, and said indifferently, "Go and help me rent a house in town."

"Understood, Supreme."

Yun Yaoyao was highly efficient and soon found a vacant small courtyard.

This courtyard was quite elegant.

It had east and west wing rooms, a kitchen, and various flowers and trees planted in the yard.

However, the flowers and trees had all withered.

Obviously, the courtyard had been uninhabited for a long time.

But the owner of the courtyard would frequently return to clean it.

Therefore, the courtyard was quite tidy and ready for immediate move-in.

After handling everything, Yun Yaoyao went to the town entrance to find Yi Feng.

Along the way, she acted like a maidservant, holding her longsword and following him closely.

They walked through the streets and alleys toward the courtyard.

The residents they saw along the way were all mortals.

Although the town was enveloped in darkness, the residents still seemed to live and work in peace and contentment.

They did not seem to be greatly affected.

Yi Feng looked up and revealed a faint smile.

Seeing this, Yun Yaoyao said softly, "This area is covered by an array formation, so the residents within a ten-thousand-mile radius of the formation are not greatly affected. This array should have been set up by a nearby sect."

Yi Feng nodded gently and did not say much.

Soon after, the two arrived at the courtyard and temporarily settled down.

With Yi Feng's arrival, the withered flowers and trees in the yard regained their vitality.

Tender shoots grew on the dead wood, and flower buds formed on the plants.

Their days passed very peacefully.

Although they had long since abstained from mortal food, Yun Yaoyao would still make meals and snacks for Yi Feng every day.

When Yi Feng had free time, he would also cook himself and compete with Yun Yaoyao in culinary skills.

To be able to personally taste the delicacies made by Yi Feng, Yun Yaoyao was naturally extremely pleasantly surprised in her heart.

But she only smiled faintly and did not show it.

One day.

Just as Yun Yaoyao was about to go out to buy groceries, Yi Feng stopped her.

"Yaoyao, buy some brush, ink, paper, and inkstones on your way back."

Yun Yaoyao softly agreed.

A while later, Yun Yaoyao brought back meat, vegetables, and the writing materials.

Yi Feng spread the rice paper on the stone table in the courtyard.

Yun Yaoyao ground the ink for him at his side.

Yi Feng pondered for a moment, then raised his brush.

The tip of the brush moved like a swimming dragon, gliding across the rice paper smoothly and continuously like flowing water and floating clouds.

"Past the sunken ship, a thousand sails pass; beyond the diseased tree, ten thousand saplings spring to life."

Yi Feng's calligraphy was vigorous and powerful, like iron strokes and silver hooks.

He examined his own calligraphy, feeling quite satisfied.

He did not look up, but kept his gaze on the two lines of poetry, asking indifferently, "What do you think of my writing?"

Yun Yaoyao admired the vigorous and free-spirited characters, and said with heartfelt conviction, "What Master writes is naturally excellent."

"Currently, battles are still raging on the Shadow Islands, and many people die every day. The red moon in the sky is still there. Aren't you curious? Don't you want to know why I still have the leisure and mood to practice calligraphy here?"

Yi Feng looked at Yun Yaoyao and asked calmly.

Yun Yaoyao's expression remained tranquil, "No matter what Master does or how you do it, you certainly have your reasons."

It wasn't that Yun Yaoyao had no doubts in her heart, but she trusted Yi Feng.

If Yi Feng didn't speak of it, she naturally wouldn't ask further.

In any case, just staying by Yi Feng's side was enough.

She believed that her Master could definitely solve all problems.

Yi Feng smiled indifferently, not paying too much mind to Yun Yaoyao's composure.

"Go prepare the food. What are you planning to make today?"

"Braised pork and wontons."

"Mhm. Also, stop carrying that sword on your back all the time. Going out like that will easily frighten people. Dress a bit more normally."

"Yes, Master. Do you have any other orders?"

"No, go on with your work."

Yun Yaoyao nodded obediently, swaying her slender waist as she stepped into the kitchen.

She looked like a golden phoenix, appearing entirely out of place in a kitchen.

However, she was still very deft and nimble when it came to cooking.

To be able to cook for Yi Feng, Yun Yaoyao felt deeply honored in her heart.

She would never forget that when she was on the verge of death, it was he who pulled her back and led her toward a new, supreme pinnacle.

But she never outwardly expressed her thoughts.

She simply regarded herself as Yi Feng's attendant.