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Yan Tingfeng's body shook suddenly, as if he was struck by lightning, and he was fixed in place.

On the side, Rong Qi and the Rong family's supreme elder also saw these eight words, but were a little confused.

"May I ask the host, what is the meaning of these eight words left by our ancestors?" The Rong family's great elder asked cautiously, "Could it be that they are talking about the enemy, or the method of rescue?"

Yan Tingfeng had no reaction.

The tips of his fingers turned white from pinching the paper with too much force.

Rong Qi noticed that his body was shaking violently and he could hardly keep his balance, and he was shocked.

What exactly do these eight words mean? How could the supreme master of the martial arts world and the number one in the underworld, who has lived for more than three hundred years, lose his composure like this?

Rong Qi didn’t know.

Only Yan Tingfeng knew what kind of storm was stirring in his heart at this moment.

The waves rose up hundreds of feet, coming in wave after wave, and his mind, limbs, and even his eardrums were trembling.

At this moment, he could neither hear nor see anything, and only the figure of one person remained in front of him——

Night Wanlan.

Everyone else calls her A-Lan, so he wants to call her Xiao-Wan.

He never liked to be the same as others. He was paranoid, violent, and moody. He only wanted to be unique.

Yan Tingfeng never thought that one day he would fall in love with someone.

There is no denying that the first time he saw Ye Wanlan while sober, his first thought was to kill her.

Because he saw something very similar to himself in her——

Ambition, desire, violence, murderous intent...

People always hate people who are similar to themselves, but in the process of growing up, they become the people they hate.

Ultimately, he hated himself too much.

I hate that he can't save China, and I hate that he is powerless.

But Ye Wanlan is still different from him.

Although she has a strong tendency towards self-destruction, she is like a strong and tenacious vine, climbing towards the sun little by little.

This emotion also infected him, and made him feel the long-lost vitality and vigor.

As they get along, he is uncontrollably attracted to her and further senses her strong ambition and desire for power.

But this is not what attracts him the most. What attracts him the most is everything she does, not just for herself, nor just for the people around her, but for the entire China.

She founded Wantianqing Company to save China's long-lost culture.

She followed the archaeological team deep into various uninhabited areas to save the buried history of China.

She also single-handedly cleansed the five major families and saved the martial arts that had been passed down in Shenzhou to this day.

He wondered many times, how could there be such a person who, at the age of less than 20, could achieve achievements that no one could imagine?

What on earth is her heart made of, that it is so indestructible?

But if she was Princess Yongning, who had lived in the Eastern Palace as a girl at the age of ten, then everything would be clear.

Ye Wanlan was too mysterious. Even though she had experienced a cycle of 999 years, she was still far beyond his expectations.

She knows the lost martial arts, the lost needle techniques, and can identify the years of antiques that others cannot recognize...

Because of all these things, Yan Tingfeng began to have doubts, but both the Rong family and the Romanov family told him that the dead cannot be resurrected.

Even if a second Purple Star appeared in Shenzhou, it would not be Princess Yongning who died young.

But Yan Tingfeng did not completely dispel his doubts. After returning to Shenzhou, he tried to test Ye Wanlan.

Although he had never met Princess Yongning, he had collected a lot of information about her.

Unfortunately, no matter what method was used to test him, Ye Wanlan did not respond.

Instead of falling into despair, it is better not to give yourself hope from the beginning.

So, Yan Tingfeng gave up this idea until Rong Shi asked him to come to the back mountain of Rong's house.

He looked at the note in his hand, his arms shaking violently.

Yes, apart from Princess Yongning, there is really no one else in this world who knows how to use the Shen Ce spear technique, Tian Yin Le technique, Tai Yi acupuncture technique, and Peng Lai magic technique.

There is no other person who can easily master the Cold Body, the Fu Body and the Yongning Body.

Because she was Princess Yongning, the disciple of the imperial teacher Han Yunsheng, and the close friend of the poet Fu Guang.

If she can't do it, who can?

No wonder she was so concerned about Prince Yan's relics, and no wonder she was willing to save the refugees at sea even if it cost her all her strength.

Princess Yongning follows the will of heaven and the wishes of the people.

She has supreme power, but for the sake of the people of the world, she is willing to solve the epidemic herself.

Yan Tingfeng suddenly remembered the first time they met a long time ago, in the small psychological counseling room of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, Rong Yu asked her if she had someone she liked.

At that time she said that the person she liked was the owner of Shenxiao Tower, who had died long ago.

Even though he realized at that time that she was just making up an excuse, he felt extremely happy when he thought about it now.

"It turned out to be you..." Yan Tingfeng's fingers slowly closed together, holding the paper in his palm, and his voice was barely audible, "It turned out to be you."

Crystal tears slid down from the corners of her eyes, and with a "tick", splashed water on the ground.

"Master, you..." The Rong family's Grand Elder was shocked and lost his voice, "You... cried?"

According to the history of the martial arts world, the owner of Shenxiao Tower had no name or surname because he was caught in an endless hunt as soon as he was born.

The hunt lasted for three years until his parents were exhausted and killed by their enemies, leaving only a three-year-old boy.

Even at this time, he did not shed tears. In his beautiful eyes there was only intense hatred and murderous intent towards his enemy.

It was this deep blood feud that supported the boy in learning peerless martial arts. After he killed his first enemy at the age of ten, six years of slaughter made him the feared supreme master of the martial arts world.

Over the years, who has ever seen this number one figure in the martial arts world cry?

Even at the end of a war of ten thousand armies, even if the Lord of Shenxiao Tower bled to his heart's content, he would never shed a tear.

But then, something even more shocking happened.

"Puff——" Yan Tingfeng actually spat out a large mouthful of blood.

Look at the color of blood, it is the blood of the heart!

Not to mention a big mouthful, even a drop would consume a lot of energy.

"Master!" Rong Qi and the Rong family's Grand Elder were both panicked. "Hold on, I'll go get Palace Master Yun Qing to come over!"

They could also vaguely judge that Yan Tingfeng was able to survive to this day, but he was just a spent force, a candle in the wind.

But none of them were ready to accept the fact that Yan Tingfeng would die.

To the Rong family, Yan Tingfeng is their backbone.

"No problem." Yan Tingfeng smiled, his eyebrows curved, his lips raised, and he smiled very gently, "I am happy."

He was really happy.

For him, there was no better news than that Princess Yongning was still in Shenzhou.

As long as Princess Yongning lives, Daning will never perish.

Well, as long as she was there, he believed that even if the former enemies came back, they could be dealt with.

Now that Princess Yongning was around, he finally had nothing to worry about and nothing to linger on.

How could he be unhappy?

He is so happy.

Rong Qi and the Rong family's supreme elder stared in amazement at the young white-haired man laughing like a madman.

After a long time, Yan Tingfeng stopped laughing.

He raised his head, his smile deepened, and he softly uttered the title that had been on his lips for who knows how long: "Princess."

It turns out that after three hundred years, they finally met again. (End of this chapter)