Chapter 72: The Morning Farewell

  About the planetary model of Domyr Star, Sun Yan had seen it many times since childhood. But like now, standing on the top of a giant tree thousands of meters high, in the starry sky, overlooking the entire planet, this feeling is an unparalleled shock.

  Endless starry sky, towering trees, and the true high place is unbearably cold.

  Sun Yan's eyes rolled back, and he secretly thought, "My life is over!"

  At this time, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, the starry sky shattered, the big trees disappeared, and the image of Domir also disappeared.

  The next moment, Sun Yan had a foot-on-the-ground feeling, and he stood on the ground again.

  "Grandma's bear, it was just an illusion, so realistic! Could it be that I, brother, really encountered a ghost?"

  As soon as this thought arose, Sun Yan suddenly felt something was wrong, a hot breath rose up, and he found himself standing on a desolate land.

  The earth was desolate, with sand and dust filling the air. The ground was cracked everywhere, with some fissures so deep they seemed bottomless. The rocks were a fiery red, and the entire world seemed devoid of any vitality.

  "Where is this place again?"

  Sun Yan was secretly shocked, but with the experience from earlier, he calmed down a lot and tried to compose himself. However, that scorching temperature arrived, and all his clothes and hair instantly ignited, turning into ashes and dispersing.

  The sun's rays are a million miles high, and this sunlight is no longer just scorching, but simply like fire.

  Looking up, Sun Yan's expression was dull, and in the sky, there were actually nine suns hanging.

  The sky hung for nine days, and all living things were scorched.

  Before Sun could react, his skin began to dry rapidly, showing signs of dehydration and wrinkles. Immediately after, his muscles started to melt away, revealing the constantly pulsating muscles underneath, with each blood vessel clearly visible.

  A sharp pain came, it was a feeling of being burned by fierce flames.

  Sun Yan gritted his teeth, enduring the inhuman pain. At this moment, he couldn't care less whether it was an illusion or not. The intense burning pain had become too overwhelming for him to think about anything else.

  Grandma is a bear, being burned alive by fierce flames feels really bad! It's better to just cut it off and be done with it, that's the most comfortable.

  When his entire body was scorched and only a skeleton remained, Sun Yan suddenly felt the sky spinning and the earth turning, and the surrounding scenery changed again.

  This time, the ground had turned golden, and the cold sensation reminded Sun Yan that he seemed to be standing on a metal floor. The air around him was also filled with a golden mist formed by tiny golden particles.

  In the blink of an eye, these golden mists drilled into his nostrils and flowed down his trachea into his lungs. Instantly, Sun Yan felt his entire chest become heavy, a suffocating feeling pressing out, almost to the point of death.

  Grandma said it's a ghost, but why did I encounter such a strange thing?

  Sun Yun cursed in his heart. If he really encountered a ghost or monster, he could accept it to some extent. But such a bizarre scene was simply going to take his life.

  Just as he was having trouble breathing and almost fainting, the golden world disappeared, followed by a chill that pierced to the bone. Sun Yan stood in a world of ice and snow, with the north wind howling and snow flying for thousands of miles.

  The surrounding temperature was absolutely below minus 100 degrees, Sun Yan hurriedly operated the inner yuan to protect his body. Unfortunately, he was only a second-level warrior. In such a cold environment, the operation of yuan force also produced stagnation. In the blink of an eye, two icicles hung on his nose, and a thin layer of white frost covered his whole body.

  The terrible coldness slowed down Sun Yan's thoughts, and the snowflakes falling on his body quickly turned him into a snowman. The accumulated snow condensed in an instant, and an ice sculpture appeared on the snowy ground.

  As Sun Yan was about to pass out, a thought flashed through his mind: "Damn it, this time I'm really going to die. What a pity, I haven't even had my first kiss yet."

  Bang!

  The ice block that trapped his body suddenly shattered, the snow stopped falling, and the surrounding scenery changed again. This time, Sun Yan found himself still standing in the center of the 38th martial arts arena, with one foot still suspended in mid-air, a step that had not yet been taken.

  His thoughts slowly recovered, Sun Yan was shocked and speechless for a long time, before he muttered: "Damn it, brother, I really did encounter a ghost?"

  Just as he was talking to himself, a ray of sunlight poured in through the skylight. Sun Yan looked up and couldn't help but be shocked - it was already dawn, and he had been maintaining that posture for over 4 hours.

  Looking around, thinking of the various things that happened at midnight, even with Sun Wen's bravery, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

  "No wonder rumors say that the 38th training ground is haunted. If other students encounter these strange phenomena, they will definitely not be able to withstand it."

  Sun Yan finally understood why so many students spent a night in the No. 38 martial arts arena and ended up fainting and talking nonsense.

  Close your eyes, Sun Yan circulated the yuan force in his body, standing quietly for a moment, then opened his eyes and muttered: "Damn it, grandma's bear, the yuan force hasn't broken through, nor has there been any other change! Is it that I really don't have that luck?"

  Heaving a sigh, Sun Yan shook his head helplessly and left the 38th Martial Arts Arena.

  Walking towards the morning sunlight, Sun Yan walked on the streets of Liuli Street. He was originally going to return to his residence to make up for sleep. But thinking again, he decided to go to Mu Lao Tou's place first and report his safety before doing anything else.

  Arriving at the old man's hut, a faint moaning sound came from inside the house. Sun Yan shook his head and thought to himself that this old man must have been up all night.

  The gate was slightly ajar, and he pushed it open to walk in. The old man happened to turn off the player and smiled over, "Young Sun, nothing unexpected happened tonight, did it?"

  Thinking of last night's encounter, Sun Yan's mouth corners twitched slightly. He stared at the old man, always feeling that there was a hint of schadenfreude in his smile.

  However, Sun Yan certainly couldn't show it and said: "Mu Lao Ge, look at me standing here perfectly fine, what accident could happen?"

  "That's right, what did you gain from it?" asked the old wooden man again.

  Sun Yan couldn't help but curl his lip and said gloomily, "Harvest? Well, there is a bit."

  Last night's harvest was that 【鎮龍桩】 reached the perfect level. Unfortunately, such a harvest is far from what I originally thought.

  The old man nodded and smiled: "Perhaps you, Sun Xiao, are just a second-level warrior. When your strength is greater in the future, you can try again."

  Upon hearing this, Sun Shangxiang couldn't help but shudder all over and exclaimed: "Go through those four strange ordeals again? I'm not an idiot, why would I go looking for punishment?"

  The old man's face suddenly stiffened, and he stared at Sun Yan in astonishment, asking: "Four omens?"

  "Right, if it weren't for my extraordinary willpower, I'd probably have fainted by now."

  Sun Yan finally couldn't hold back, and told everything that happened last night. At the end, he cursed: "I can be sure of one thing, the 38th martial arts arena is not haunted. These weird things are definitely the evil hobby of a powerful warrior, setting up battle scars in the arena to disgust people. Grandma's bear, I heard that Principal Lin Xinghe has a strange temper, could it be this old guy's masterpiece?"

  “……”

  The old man's smile solidified on his face, his expression changing rapidly, the corners of his eyebrows twitching involuntarily as he gazed at Sun Yan with a strange look in his eyes, as if he had discovered a new continent.

  However, Sun Yan did not notice the expression on Mu Lao's face. He was still reeling from last night's encounter and continued to scold non-stop.

  At this moment, Sun Yan's light brain shook and a message popped out: "I'm waiting for you in your room - Feng Lingxue."

  As soon as Sun Yan saw this message, his eyes widened instantly, he didn't say a word, turned around and ran wildly, as if rushing to be reincarnated.

  Looking at the young man's back, Mu Lao shook his head repeatedly and muttered to himself: "Encountering four kinds of anomalies? This is impossible, absolutely impossible. This kid hasn't changed a bit, obviously he hasn't grasped any kind of martial arts true intent, those four anomalies might just be his hallucinations. Back then, Jian Bei Dou was incredibly talented, but he only grasped three kinds of martial arts true intent. Dong Fang Huang's girl had the wisdom to shock the ancient and modern times, she indeed had that opportunity, unfortunately... After these two people, how could there possibly exist a genius in this world who can grasp four kinds of martial arts true intent, merge them into one, and learn that heavenly skill..."

  ……

  On Luli Street, Sun Yan ran wildly, and last night's depression had been thrown away by him.

  Early in the morning, a beauty has an appointment, but is still waiting in her own room. Is this some kind of hint at good fortune? Does it mean that from today on, I, brother, will take the first step towards becoming a real man?

  Various restricted scenes swirled in his mind, Sun Yan slipped into No. 4444 Luli Street like a fleeting smoke, like a bull, he rushed into his own room, only to find that it was empty.

  Sun Yan pouted and muttered to himself, "This girl is really playing me. My pure and kind-hearted youth has been completely hurt."

  After getting familiar with Feng Ling, this beautiful girl always liked to see Sun Yan making a fool of himself, which made him feel quite helpless.

  The fantasy of a happy life fell through, Sun Yan prepared to sleep and make up for lost time, getting up at noon to continue his cultivation.

  As soon as he lay down on the bed, Sun Yan suddenly felt something strange under his pillow. He lifted up the pillow and was shocked to find a box underneath.

  "What is this?"

  Sun Yan opened it and found a book and a letter inside.

  This letter was written by Feng Zhulin to him, very brief.

  The first sentence of the letter made Sun Yan grit his teeth in anger.

  "Hey, Ayan, after seeing my message, did you rush back to the dormitory with all your might? You little rascal, can't you think of something serious for once?"

  Grandma, it's natural for men to think of women, what's wrong with that?

  "According to Qing, the third layer of your family's 'Weak Water Key' was completed with your help. I underestimated you. I'm about to head to Fengtuo Star for elite department training and don't have time to ask you in person, so I'll give you a task now."

  "Our Wind family had an ancestor who created a set of martial arts, unfortunately, during the first Snow River War, this ancestor died in battle, and his martial arts were incomplete, only equivalent to a fourth-grade martial art. Ah Yan, you're so talented, it's only right that you help me complete this martial art, friends should help each other out, shouldn't they? I hope that 100 days later when I return, I'll hear good news from you - Wind Ling Xue."

  After finishing Feng Lingxue's letter, Sun Yan picked up the book with five regular script characters on the cover - "Hurricane Swallows the Sea".

  A letter and a book, still with a lingering fragrance, Sun Yan stroked the letter, speechless for a long time.

  The young man first knew that there was such a woman in the world, with a delicate and elegant temperament, like poetry and painting.