Chapter 2095 - 2096: None of Us Kicked the Bucket

As he spoke, Mad Blade weakly opened his eyes, spotting Yang Fei immediately, his eyes suddenly widened and he uttered a muffled sound.

"Is this...Brother Fei, did you kick the bucket too? Is this hell?"

Yang Fei couldn't help but laugh and walked over to help him with the blanket.

"Don't worry, neither of us kicked the bucket; I came back."

Mad Blade pulled out the oxygen tube from his mouth and couldn't help but try to get up. Lin Xueyi quickly stepped forward to hold him down.

"You just came out of the intensive care unit, don't move recklessly."

Despite this, Mad Blade stretched his neck, looking around in confusion.

"That's not right, this is a hospital room, hell doesn't look like this."

Yang Fei couldn't suppress his amusement and helped him sit up on the bed.

"Rest assured, this is not hell; people like us would definitely go to heaven, not hell, even if we did die."

Mad Blade dumbly stared at Yang Fei and extended his arm.

"Brother Fei, did you really come back? Bite me to check; it feels like a dream."

Yang Fei laughed heartily and suddenly opened his mouth wide, pretending to bite his arm.

Mad Blade shuddered in fear and quickly withdrew his arm.

Yang Fei roared with laughter, and Lin Xueyi smiled beside him.

No matter how dire the situation was, watching Yang Fei and Mad Blade mess around made Lin Xueyi feel reassured and calm.

At this point, Mad Blade finally sobered up completely. He pulled out the tubes from his body and leapt off the bed.

"Brother Fei, it's great that you came back. We brothers cannot tolerate this any longer."

"That old bastard Xuantian Daoist, I've tolerated him for a long time. If I could beat him, I'd have stormed Lingxiu Peak long ago."

Yang Fei smiled nearby.

"Very well, once you've recovered, we will go beat that old bastard together."

Yang Fei noticed that Mad Blade, who had cultivated martial and Taoist skills, had a strong physique and had just awakened, yet could still move.

However, his internal organs were seriously injured. If he did not rest properly, his meridians would be damaged, impeding future cultivation.

He helped Mad Blade back onto the bed, his gaze clear and his attitude sincere.

"Listen to me, heal properly first; there will be plenty of opportunities to beat them up later."

In all his life, Mad Blade was reckless and unrestrained, and the only person who could make him listen was Yang Fei.

He hesitated, looking at Yang Fei: "So, should we let them be smug for a day or two?"

Yang Fei nodded: "When have I ever gone back on my promise to you?"

Mad Blade laughed heartily and indeed lay back down.

"Alright, Brother Fei, I'll follow your lead."

Just then, the hospital room door suddenly opened, and a handsome and refined man walked in.

He exuded a commanding and intense presence, like a Triangular Military Spike drawn out from its sheath.

This man was none other than Fan Yi.

Fan Yi saw Yang Fei, and his eyes, usually habitually squinting, suddenly opened wide.

"You...are you the Chief Instructor?"

Yang Fei remained silent and strode forward, embracing Fan Yi fiercely.

"I've returned. Everyone worked hard these years."

Feeling Yang Fei's strong embrace, Fan Yi finally confirmed that the Chief Instructor was truly back.

Fan Yi was an introspective and stern man, unlike Mad Blade's boisterous enthusiasm.

Yet at this moment, Fan Yi was also trembling in excitement, his eyes growing red.

Lin Xueyi smiled slightly at the sight of the three men being so emotional.

"You three chat away, I'm going out to buy a fruit basket."

Sometimes, men need tears too, need to cry heartily once.

This, Lin Xueyi understood better than anyone.

In Mad Blade's hospital room, Yang Fei recounted his experiences over the years.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi laughed heartily as they heard joyous parts.

They sighed deeply with Yang Fei at the sad or depressing parts.

Mad Blade and Fan Yi, though unaware of the Great Dao Rules, were deeply moved hearing about the True Martial King's near-death battle to relieve the world's suffering.

Mad Blade propped himself up on the bed and spoke loudly.

"Brother Fei, the hero I admire most in life is one like the True Martial King."

"If you're interested, I'll follow you and fight all the way to the Central Divine Realm."

Seeing Mad Blade's weathered face brought memories of the Mad Blade from the Doomsday Divine Realm to Yang Fei's mind, both equally bold and passionate.

Having a true comrade in life is enough; with a brother like this, what more could one seek!

He nodded, reaching out to grasp both Mad Blade's and Fan Yi's hands.

"With brothers, we fear nothing. We shall definitely enhance our cultivation and fight our way to the Central Kunlun Divine Realm to capture that old tortoise Emperor Tian and make him our steed."

Mad Blade and Fan Yi, hearing Yang Fei's words, were both fired up, nodding instinctively.

Yang Fei was extremely happy to reunite with these dear brothers after so many years.

He suddenly remembered Yinxue Tower and asked a question.

"By the way, how has Young Master Xue Mingtai and Miss An Zichen been over the years?"

When asked about Xue Mingtai, Fan Yi suddenly started in surprise.

"Not good, I promised to attend an auction with Young Master Ming Tai; if I don't leave now, it'll be too late."

Saying this, he quickly stood up, bid farewell to Yang Fei, and headed towards the door.

Yang Fei chased after him, asking, "What's so important about this auction?"

Fan Yi stopped in his tracks, his expression serious.

"Young Master Ming Tai knows Yinxue Tower lacks cultivation techniques, and has been striving in this area for years."

"However, ever since the Great Immortal Sect descended, they keep cultivation techniques as core treasures and allow no stealing or learning."

"Young Master Ming Tai has tried entering Xuantian Sect multiple times to learn, but was restricted, only learning a little superficial knowledge."

"So, Young Master Ming Tai turned to the underworld, seeking cultivation techniques."

"At this auction, it's said there's an orthodox Qi Cultivation Technique for sale."

"Young Master Ming Tai wants me to accompany him, and no matter the cost, we'll auction it off."

Saying this, Fan Yi glanced at his watch and hurriedly walked out.

"I must go; Young Master Xue is waiting for me to pick him up. You and Mad Blade chat first, we'll talk about other things later."

Yang Fei initially wanted to join Fan Yi, but looking back at Mad Blade, seeing how seriously injured he was, he sighed and stayed behind.

Talking about cultivation techniques, Yang Fei's decade-long endeavors weren't in vain.

He had mastered various secret manuals from the Great Sun Golden Crow Temple.

The Golden Crow Temple's resources had been exhausted, and the only thing left for Yang Fei were various cultivation techniques.

Therefore, Yang Fei wasn't interested in those so-called cultivation techniques; he merely wanted to join in the fun.

Mad watched Yang Fei, who stayed to keep him company yet appeared restless, and couldn't help but grumble.

"I know you, not the most loyal. If you want to attend the auction, go ahead; I don't need your company."

Yang Fei immediately took the hint: "That was your own words, Brother Fei isn't disloyal."

Mad Blade glared.

"You're no soft girl, scram! You piss me off the moment you return."

Yang Fei beamed and fled in a panic.