Slowly opening his eyes, Tang Feng first cautiously checked around him, and finding no danger, he relaxed.

  He was still sitting on the trunk of that big tree, but when he lowered his head to look down, Tang Feng couldn't help but be stunned. His body was covered in fallen leaves and dust, his clothes were dirty beyond recognition. Just as he wanted to make a move, he found that his entire body was stiff and numb, as if all the bones in his body had been fixed in place.

  Not only that, but his own head felt heavy, as if something was weighing it down.

  Carefully reaching out to touch it, Tang Feng felt something slightly hard and semi-circular. Not knowing what it was, he cautiously removed the thing on his head and took a look, instantly becoming speechless with laughter and tears.

  It turned out to be a bird's nest, and there were three or four bird eggs inside.

  Suddenly, two small birds like orioles flew over beside him, chirping non-stop in mid-air towards Tang Feng. The larger one even flapped its wings and rushed towards Tang Feng.

  Tang Feng swiftly stretched out his hand, grasping it in the center of his palm, making a circle with his large hands to avoid hurting it. He chuckled lightly and said, "Don't get agitated, you wanted to make your home on my head, now you're coming to hit me, what kind of logic is this?"

  As he spoke, he looked up and stood up, exerting force under his feet, with one hand holding the bird's nest on a forked branch.

  Tang Feng didn't dare touch the bird's egg because some birds have a strange temper, once their own eggs are touched by something, they will abandon them.

  Gently release the little bird with a slightly violent temper, Tang Feng floated down from the tree, and when he looked up again, two little birds were circling above their nest, chirping non-stop.

  Wei Wei smiled and Tang Feng shook off the fallen leaves and dust from his body.

  Looking at myself now, it's probably been at least half a month or even longer since I entered the Divine Soldier's interior. However, this time is much better than the ten days of tempering my physical body last time.

  Similarly, he didn't eat or drink, but this time it was far less painful than before. Tang Feng just felt very hungry now, and his muscles and bones were a bit stiff all over.

  It seems that physical refinement is still very beneficial after all, at least you won't starve to death in this situation.

  Found some dry firewood and brought out the pots and pans from the Shadow Space to start a fire and cook. After eating his fill, he practiced a set of sword moves, and Tang Feng felt that his body's condition was slowly recovering.

  Not far away, the sound of gurgling water came, and following the sound, a mountain stream appeared. After washing up in the cool water and changing into clean clothes, I felt refreshed and invigorated.

  Entering the Qu Ting Mountain is to subdue the divine soldiers. Now that Ling Yue has seen her, it's clear that subduing her will still require time to accumulate, so it seems that I don't need to leave the mountain for now.

  But it's also good this way, the spiritual energy in the mountains is abundant and isolated from the world, making it a great place for cultivation.

  Having made up his mind, Tang Feng was not in a hurry for the time being. After all, the divine soldier was in his own hands, and Ling Jue's soul was also firmly grasped by him. There would be a day when he could subdue her, the key was just to see how to do it.

  During the day, Tang Feng would wander around the outskirts of Qu Ting Mountain, searching for heavenly treasures and spiritual herbs. Although this was still the outer edge of Qu Ting Mountain, it was already several hundred miles deep, and Tian Xiu's younger brother wouldn't normally venture here, so Tang Feng could occasionally find some good things, which he would all throw into his Shadow Space to use when needed later. The medicinal herbs found here were generally unavailable for purchase on the outside and were quite precious.

  When luck is bad, some aggressive spiritual beasts will also be encountered. Of course, these spiritual beasts are not too powerful, and Tang Feng can handle them with ease.

  Tang Feng was sprinting through the mountains and valleys, competing with cheetahs in speed, with apes in strength, and with eagles in agility. Although his cultivation realm had not improved much, he was becoming more and more adept at using his physical power and skills.

  These spirit beasts' intelligence is inferior to that of humans, but they do have some spiritual nature. After being defeated by Tang Wind, they would always leave with a gloomy expression, worried eyes, shaking their heads and retreating. Not long after, they would call upon their relatives and friends to continue causing trouble for Tang Wind, only to be defeated again, and together retreat in low spirits, repeating the cycle.

  The flying knife thrown by Tang Feng could be inserted into a boulder, with more than half of it buried inside.

  The countless leaves falling from the tree, Tang Feng didn't even need to open his eyes, and with a throw of flying needles, he could pin them all on the trunk without missing a single one. From the initial fifty leaves to a hundred, then two hundred, his progress was incredibly swift, as if traveling a thousand miles in a single day.

  All of this was done by Tang Feng without using any internal energy, relying solely on his own realm, strength and skill! Even in the previous life of the Tang Sect, those old guys couldn't achieve this level.

  It can be said that Tang Feng now has complete control over his physical body after tempering, and he can make good use of it to a large extent. It must be said that this is a huge progress.

  That piece of inner armor that was comparable to the Divine Soldier level had long been worn by Tang Feng, and although the Ling Jue Yan had not yet acknowledged its master, after being worn, the inner armor did not show any significant signs of resistance.

  At night, Tang Feng would find a place to sit and cultivate the unpredictable technique. Every time he cultivated, Tang Feng could feel that the spiritual energy coming from all directions was much more abundant than before, some of which was absorbed by himself, but most of it was absorbed by the divine armor.

  Even this small part is several times larger than before.

  After chatting with Ling Jueyan, Tang Feng knew that the divine armor not only could protect his body, but also increase the convergence of spiritual energy when worn close to the body, indirectly increasing his cultivation level.

  After learning this news, Tang Feng became even more determined to subdue Ling Jueyan.

  The Divine Soldier's inner armor absorbs spiritual energy because of the injuries it sustained before its self-repair.

  Every night, Tang Feng would go to find Ling Jue Yan, never mentioning the matter of acknowledging a master, but just going to chat with her and improve their relationship. The time was neither long nor short, each time only half an hour, after half an hour, Tang Feng would leave to do his own thing.

  At first, Ling Jueyan naturally didn't give Tang Feng a good face, often throwing tantrums like a spoiled little princess and resorting to some underhanded tactics. Later on, seeing that Tang Feng wasn't affected by her behavior, Ling Jueyan also smartly stopped using these tactics.

  Gradually, when Tang Feng's consciousness re-entered the inner armor, he found that Ling Yu was obviously waiting for him to arrive. When she saw him, she would be very happy, and when he left, she would look a bit despondent, her expression melancholy, but she never spoke up to detain him.

  Tang Feng told her stories, telling her that a car with four wheels can run higher than the heavenly ladder; an airplane made of iron shells can fly higher than an eagle; a square TV can hold millions of people and tell millions of stories; a single bullet can destroy several cities!

  Tang Feng's previous life was in Tangmen, but at that time the era was progressing. When he lay on his bed, he had also watched a lot of TV and naturally understood these things.

  These mysterious and wonderful things made Ling's face pale with fright, although she didn't believe them, but listening to them was delightful, often when listening to stories, her two eyes would stare wide open, her mouth agape and unable to close.

  It was also at this time that Ling Que truly resembled a little girl, an innocent and naive young maid.

  In recent days, Tang Feng has been telling Ling Jue Yan the story of The Little Mermaid. Of course, Tang Feng added many deliberate plot twists to the story. The Little Mermaid was originally a character who silently dedicated herself to the person she liked without complaint, and after being embellished by Tang Feng, this image became even more vivid.

  The good-hearted snail girl was obviously moved by Ling Jueyan, and every time she heard that Tang Feng's snails had been robbed by the evil tyrant, she would pull on Tang Feng's arm, her eyes shining with tears as she stared at him, her face set in a "you'd better get my snails back or I'll die" expression.

  Tang Feng divided this story into many segments and serialized it every day, making Ling Ju Yan anxious to death.

  In the mountains, there is no sense of time, and Tang Feng didn't deliberately try to remember how many days he had been here, but since he woke up, at least twenty days must have passed.

  Adding up the time spent previously, it means I have been in Qu Ting Shan for more than a month. Not returning home for such a long time will definitely make Auntie worried.

  So Tang Feng decided to lay his cards on the table with Ling Jue Yan, and today was also the last part of Hai Luo Niang's story. After finishing it, there would be no more. If Ling Jue Yan was willing to acknowledge himself as the master, then that would be a good thing; if not, he could only keep her in the Charmspace for now and make plans after he had truly grown up in the future.

  As before, after entering the inner courtyard, in the snowy world, Tang Feng immediately caught sight of Ling Jueyan's figure. She was standing not far from the entrance, with her two small hands spread open and held at her sides, still wearing that pale green palace attire, with large sleeves completely covering her small hands inside, her long hair scattered down to her ankles as before, casually tied back behind her head, looking very lively.

  She is now treading on a non-existent straight line, slowly lifting her foot and putting it down again. With each step, she shouts out a number.

  Tang Feng walked in just as she was calling out nine hundred and eighty-eight.

  "What's going on?" Tang Feng walked over and asked in confusion.

  Ling Jue did not answer him, but stood still, pursed her lips and smiled slightly, looking somewhat relieved: "You win!"

  "What did I win?"

  "Just now, I told myself that if you came in before I counted to one thousand, I would acknowledge you as the master! Now I've only counted to nine hundred and eighty-eight, so you win!"

  "Really?" Tang Feng was overjoyed.

  After such a long time of communication, after such a long time of gentle means, at this moment finally had results, how could Tang Feng not be happy?

  "I never thought I'd acknowledge a mere yellow-ranked upper-class youth as my master!" Ling Jie's face lit up with a smile, and the entire snowy white world seemed to become more colorful and vibrant. "However, you don't seem like an ordinary person either, so I think I'll give myself a chance, and also give you one."