Chapter 2407 - 2408: The Cold Indifference of Human Hearts

Shen Ping's heart grew cold.

He knew that what Wu Youquan said was not necessarily all nonsense.

It's already been three days, and Yang Fei has not appeared, with a 90% chance, he is already buried beneath the ground.

Yet, Shen Ping still coldly stared at Wu Youquan.

"It's too early to say that. Master Yang's Divine Skills are beyond your imagination?"

"If he could return alive, the first thing he'll do is break your bones!"

Wu Youquan's heart chilled instantly.

Although he had already forged a Solar Deity, in front of Yang Fei, he couldn't even block a finger of his.

If Yang Fei were truly to return alive, having harmed this little girl, he feared he would die without a burial place.

Shen Ping looked at Wu Youquan, who seemed to waver, and took the opportunity to strengthen his argument.

"Master Yang asked me to take care of this Little Princess. If you harm her, once Master Yang returns, I wouldn't be able to answer for it."

"You'd better abandon this idea while you can, and let's pretend this never happened today, then you can go back alive."

Wu Youquan's expression was uncertain, and he thought to himself.

"If that person surnamed Yang really returns, I can't fight him."

"Just wait a few more days, if he doesn't return, then it's certain he's dead, by then I'll not be afraid if this little girl flies to the sky."

Wu Youquan thought of this, and laughed drily twice.

"Fine, I'll give you this face, we all know each other, after all, it's fate."

He said this, glanced at the little girl, laughed heartily, and turned to leave.

Shen Ping glanced at the Fire Tribe Little Princess, deeply troubled.

Seeing this, Wu Youquan's treacherous intentions were not dead.

If Master Yang couldn't return in time, Shen Ping had no way to oppose Wu Youquan.

The little girl from the Fire-Swallowing Tribe looked pale. One hand tightly gripped the corner of her clothes. She looked very pitiful.

For over 10 cultivators, they waited for Yang Fei in this desert for another three days.

During these three days, people almost quarreled to the point of falling out.

The group was divided into two factions, one advocating exploring the Suspended City to leave this godforsaken desert.

The other faction wanted to stay and wait for Yang Fei before moving forward together.

In this desert, there was no water or supplies.

The Dragon Qi seeping from the ground constantly burned the people's Divine Thoughts and Souls, it was the hardest to endure.

Although everyone brought enough water and food, Sun God cultivators basically didn't need to consume worldly smoke and fire.

However, the high heat transformed by that Dragon Qi made a day feel as long as a year.

Shen Ping protected the Little Princess of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe, but his heart was cold.

Wu Youquan, like a jackal, constantly watched the Little Princess of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe, his scarlet eyes made people shudder.

In the Dragon Tomb, Yang Fei sat cross-legged, entering a Realm of Self-Forgetfulness.

In his Niwan Palace, a golden aura shot up into the sky, vaguely appearing as a Black Tiger and a White Elephant.

The images of the Black Tiger and White Elephant were refined like entities, vivid and lifelike.

The Black Tiger bared its fangs and brandished its claws, occasionally roaring twice, its Auspicious Evil Energy rising like massive waves.

The White Elephant, however, strode with its head held high, spreading a heavy and majestic intent around.

The White Tiger was extremely ferocious, making one's heart stiffen at first sight.

However, the aura of the White Elephant did not feel invasive at all, filled with compassion and tolerance.

These two completely different auras, one divine and one demonic, yet they perfectly fused on Yang Fei's body.

During these six days, Yang Fei absorbed almost all the accumulated Dragon Qi of over ten thousand years in this Dragon Tomb into his Dantian, yet only refined the Primordial Spirits of the Black Tiger and White Elephant.

Among them, Yang Fei's Body of the Sun God, under the re-tempering of the Dragon Qi, had become as tough as Diamond, ten times stronger than before.

The Dragon God Physique was originally the strongest physique under heaven.

This vast Dragon Qi gathered in Yang Fei's Body of the Sun God, so even Emperor Tian might not be able to destroy his Sunshine with a single blow.

Now, Yang Fei's Body of the Sun God could withstand the bombardment of a magical treasure, a thousand times more formidable than the legendary Vajra Indestructible Body.

The surrounding Dragon Qi had gradually become extremely thin, and the temperature was gradually decreasing.

Yang Fei felt a bit regretful inwardly.

Although this vast Dragon Qi had re-tempered his Body of the Sun God, only the Primordial Spirits of the White Tiger and Black Elephant were condensed, and they hadn't successfully undergone Transformation.

These two Primordial Spirit Bodies still needed to undergo a Heavenly Tribulation to transform from Yin God to Solar Deity and then to take human form.

It was imaginable how difficult the cultivation of the Nine Extreme Dragon Decree was, almost as hard as reaching the heavens.

Yang Fei sighed inwardly, stored the White Tiger and Black Elephant in the Divine Sea for rest, then slowly stood up.

He still did not have confidence in allowing the White Tiger and Black Elephant to pass the Heavenly Tribulation, which still required a period of cultivation and accumulation.

Behind the tombstone, the grand silhouettes of hundreds of Dragon Gods stood towering.

This Dragon God Physique was the most Yang and strongest physique between heaven and earth.

Even after losing their lives, the skeletal remains would not decay for millennia, still maintaining the majesty they had while alive.

Yang Fei felt gratitude for the Dragon Qi bestowed by so many Dragon Gods, kneeled and knocked three times respectfully at the numerous Dragon Gods, then stood up praying incoherently.

"To all you Dragon Gods above, this young one has inadvertently intruded, disturbing all the Dragon Spirits; after leaving, I vow to keep this secret and not let anyone disturb the Dragons' long rest."

Yang Fei finished speaking and suddenly saw that not far away, the Dragon of the Earth Veins had already lost its breath.

Underneath was only a patch of yellow sand, in the middle of which were a few crystal-clear grains like Diamonds; each grain of sand emitted a rich Spiritual Energy.

Yang Fei picked up the sandy grains that were like Diamonds, totaling 18.

Each grain of sand was no more than the size of a finger, yet in Yang Fei's hand, they felt as heavy as mountains.

Knowing their unique importance as the essence of the Dragon of the Earth Veins, Yang Fei stored them in the Sumeru Ring.

He looked upwards, burrowed through the yellow sand, and headed towards the surface.

Yang Fei had been in the desert for seven days, and everyone was already on edge.

The majority of cultivators had been weakened by the scorching Dragon Qi, longing eagerly to leave.

Wu Youquan endured bitterly for four days, looking at the radiant yet slightly immature Little Princess of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe, feeling a raging evil fire within him grow stronger.

He suddenly let out a loud roar, lunging towards the Little Princess of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe.

"Damn it, if I'm going to die anyway, I might as well enjoy myself first."

This kind of hopeless sentiment was almost in everyone.

Since coming to the Qilin Holy Land, they had encountered dangers time and again, all resolved by Yang Fei.

If Yang Fei were to fall, none of them might make it back.

Wu Youquan, having lost all hope, coveting the Little Princess of the Fire-Swallowing Tribe, having endured for several days, finally lost his patience.

Shen Ping, seeing something wrong with him, had been on guard and pushed with his palm against the little girl of the Fire Tribe.

"Run, as far as you can."

With that push, he used a gentle force.

The little girl of the Fire Tribe flew up into the air, with a Jade Butterfly appearing underfoot.

The Jade Butterfly turned into a stream of light, carrying her away quickly.

This Jade Butterfly was Shen Ping's Magic Artifact, yet at that moment, he gave it to the little girl of the Fire Tribe.

Wu Youquan let out a chilling laugh.

"Shen Ping, I always knew you're up to no good, so don't blame me for being ruthless."