Chapter 2131 - 2132: Putting All the Defiant in Their Place

Yang Fei watched amusingly from the side and walked over, wrapping his arm around Lin Xueyi's waist.

"What's going on here?"

Lin Xueyi turned her head and glanced at Duan Yayun, glaring angrily at Little Shuai.

Then she turned back to Yang Fei, her expression filled with reproach.

"It's all because of you, you rascal, teaching this kid to be fickle and lecherous, changing girlfriends more often than clothes, going around harming girls."

Yang Fei groaned from the side.

"Sister Xueyi, this has nothing to do with me; I am inherently upright and pure, wholeheartedly devoted only to you."

"But a man like me, with such overwhelming charm, is inevitably as eye-catching as stars in the night sky."

Yang Fei's words made Little Shuai burst into laughter, even Duan Yayun who stood at a distance managed a reserved smile.

Lin Xueyi was both angry and amused.

She knew if she continued, this guy would say endless shameless things, corrupting Little Shuai instead.

Lin Xueyi waved toward Duan Yayun.

"Come inside with sister, ignore these two bad eggs, tonight you'll rest in sister's room."

Duan Yayun chuckled meaningfully, glancing at Little Shuai, obediently following Lin Xueyi into the living room.

Behind Lin Xueyi, Yang Fei and Little Shuai stared at each other dejectedly.

Early the next morning, Yang Fei, Little Shuai, and Duan Yayun bid farewell to Lin Xueyi.

It turned out Duan Yayun was a first-year student at Yannan University of Arts and Sciences, a high school classmate of Little Shuai, and also the campus belle.

This time, Little Shuai had returned from military school and managed to attract this beauty.

Little Shuai showed some gentlemanly manners, escorting Duan Yayun to school before leaving with Yang Fei.

The two boarded a plane from Qingshui Airport in Yannan City, heading straight to Jingcheng Yinlong Headquarters.

By evening, they finally arrived, weary and dusty, at Jingcheng Yinlong Headquarters.

Wu Yuanzhong had already received Little Shuai's report and met Yang Fei in the headquarters office.

This elderly General, now seventy, had been nourished by abundant Heaven and Earth Vital Energy.

Although ten more years had passed, he showed no signs of aging beyond slightly whiter hair, looking just as before.

Yang Fei stood upright in front of Wu Yuanzhong.

He brought his heels together, toes apart, forming a formal stance, and snapped into a standard military salute for Wu Yuanzhong.

"Chief Instructor Yang Fei of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team, reporting to the leader."

Wu Yuanzhong contentedly approached Yang Fei, sizing him up.

Wu Yuanzhong suddenly threw a heavy punch, hitting Yang Fei's chest.

"Good kid, you've been missing all these years, neither seen alive nor found dead, making me worry like hell."

Yang Fei inwardly smiled wryly, his experiences over the years could indeed be written into a novel, full of extraordinary, unbelievable adventures.

He was no longer the Yang Fei of the past, and the world, in his eyes, had become more vast and grand.

Yet no matter how the world would change, Yang Fei always remembered his oath before joining the military.

Swearing to defend national security and protect the interests of the people—a soldier's unwavering belief until death.

Yang Fei didn't explain anymore; his back was straight as if he were a spear.

He loudly said, "It is Yang Fei's fault for not returning to the team over the years, for worrying you, sir. Please punish me heavily."

Wu Yuanzhong was impressed by Yang Fei.

This rebellious soldier had never accepted punishment before, always deflecting and arguing.

But ten years later, he returned, transformed into such an honest person; it seemed like the sun had risen from the west.

Looking at Yang Fei, steadfast and resolute, Wu Yuanzhong softened.

He knew Yang Fei's character well.

If not faced with insurmountable factors, how could he abandon the military?

Wu Yuanzhong thought this and opened his arms, giving Yang Fei a hearty bear hug in the way of soldiers.

"It's good to have you back, alive and well. Right now, we need capable people; let's hope you can atone for your mistakes."

As for Yang Fei's whereabouts during these ten years, Wu Yuanzhong chose to respect Yang Fei; if he didn't speak, Wu Yuanzhong wouldn't ask.

After exchanging pleasantries, Yang Fei took out an elixir and handed it to Wu Yuanzhong.

"Old Leader, I remember your chronic cold legs often act up, and you have some heart and cerebral vascular issues."

"After consuming this elixir, these minor ailments won't trouble you anymore."

This elixir was called the Gathering Spirit Pill, essentially a Level One Elixir.

Yet for Wu Yuanzhong, it was comparable to a Miraculous Elixir.

Wu Yuanzhong was taken aback, took it in his hand, and sniffed it.

He could only smell an extraordinary fragrance, as a surge of dense Life Energy flowed from the elixir.

Just from inhaling it, Wu Yuanzhong felt as if all his pores had opened up, his whole body felt invigorated.

Understanding the special nature of this elixir, he did not refuse and put it away.

Given the longstanding superior-subordinate relationship, Wu Yuanzhong regarded Yang Fei like his own son.

Having not seen each other for ten years, now reunited, they naturally had much to discuss.

From Wu Yuanzhong's narrative, Yang Fei finally understood the tremendous impact cultivators had on human social order, now impossible to ignore.

Since the descent of the Great Immortal Sect, imparting teachings to countless disciples, society was infiltrated by numerous loose cultivators hidden among ordinary people.

These individuals wielded exceptionally strong powers, even more terrifying than the Peerless Martial Artists of the past.

Once an ordinary person provoked them, it would almost certainly lead to a dire fate.

The disciples from various Immortal Sects and some loose cultivators were somewhat manageable.

Given their pursuit of immortality, an ordinary person would avoid death unless angering them or discovering their secrets.

The most terrifying were some Magic Cultivators.

They hid in cities, some absorbing ordinary people's Essence Qi, others using people for Corpse Training.

There were even cultivators collecting souls to create little ghosts, harming people and profiting everywhere.

These Magic Cultivators were the focal points for the Dragon Group to closely oversee and even eradicate.

Indeed, since Yang Fei arrived in this Earth Space, he had already anticipated these consequences and formulated plans.

After reporting his ideas to Wu Yuanzhong, Wu Yuanzhong was overjoyed.

"It appears all our efforts to find you were worthwhile."

"I'm announcing, that starting today, the Dragon Group is officially formed."

"You will serve as the Group Leader, overseeing all operations, with Little Shuai as Deputy Leader to assist you."

Excitedly, Little Shuai jumped up beside him.

"Finally, I can fight alongside the boss, I'm so thrilled."

Understanding the gravity of the situation, Yang Fei accepted without hesitance, saluting Wu Yuanzhong.

"Yes, Leader, I guarantee mission completion."

Wu Yuanzhong nodded, looking meaningfully at Yang Fei.

"Dragon Group has been established for a year, actually recruiting quite a few experts. Let Little Shuai take you to meet them."

At this point, he rubbed his temples with a headache.

"To be honest, this bunch has quite the temper, albeit somewhat skilled, but they all look down on others. This time, you'll have to put in some effort."

Yang Fei nodded, raised his hand in salute: "Yes!"

Little Shuai sneered beside him.

"Boss, this bunch is whiny; if you don't subdue them, you'll never sit comfortably as the Dragon Group Leader."

Yang Fei chuckled softly, speaking lightly.

"I'm the master of remedying all dissent; whoever disagrees will be beaten into submission."