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Early in the morning.

Wang Xiaoke sat under the pavilion in the backyard, holding a list in his hand.

"The efficiency is very fast. The statistics were completed in two days."

This list was sent by the association and contains the information of members heading to the ancient world.

After all, they have to leave their hometown, and some people leave reluctantly.

Besides, China still needs to be protected, so only half of the strong men left.

"Including the ancestor, there are a total of fifty-eight people."

"One half-step to becoming a god, two peak Nascent Souls, and two mid-Nascent Souls."

"There are also four Yuanying early stage masters and nine Jindan masters."

Wang Xiaoke couldn't stop smiling, these people all volunteered to join the Invincible Sect.

When he brings a large group of strong men back to the ancient world, let’s see who dares to look down on his new sect!

"Master."

Feng Ling came over, took off his black robe, and reported respectfully.

"Mission accomplished."

Wang Xiaoke put away the list: "Very good, you can take a rest first."

"Take these, they should help you break through soon."

Feng Ling looked surprised and took the storage ring that was thrown to her.

When the spiritual consciousness probed in, there was a pile of spirit stones, as well as elixirs and techniques.

Wang Xiaoke smiled and said, "I'll give you a set of martial arts and gun skills."

"You have great talent. If you practice diligently, you will achieve great things."

Feng Ling knelt on one knee: "Yes, I will follow the Master's instructions."

"Go down."

After she left, Wang Xiaoke took out his cell phone and looked at it for a few seconds.

The number of messages in the university class group has reached 99+.

The school has been open for so long and he hasn't even asked for leave, and the school hasn't said anything.

Probably out of fear of Lord Feng's oppression, the school turned a blind eye to him.

"Strange...why hasn't Sister Qianji replied to the message yet?"

Ever since Zhao Chen mentioned the traction machine, he planned to go and see the situation.

"It's better to do it today than to wait for a better day. It's a good opportunity to visit the Yan family."

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoke took a car and left the villa.

Yan family.

As one of the top ten wealthy families, it has been very low-key in recent years.

It is rarely exposed to public view and its residence is remote and quiet.

Two guards stood at the door, guarding the Yan family's gate.

Wang Xiaoke got off the car at the side of the road and couldn't help muttering.

"My goodness, why is the Yan family so remote? They are almost out of the city, right?"

Suddenly a car drove up and stopped in front of Yan's house.

The man who came down was two meters tall and had a strong build.

His skin is bronze and his muscular body is wrapped in a suit.

It looks like a human-shaped pagoda.

"Hey...Uncle Butler!"

He turned around expressionlessly, his eyes cold and captivating.

When he saw Wang Xiaoke's face clearly, he was obviously stunned.

"Xiao Ke, why are you here?"

He was the butler who served Qianji in the old house.

The butler showed a kind smile, but it looked creepy no matter how you looked at it.

"After so many years, the master often misses you."

"You are coming to visit the master?"

Wang Xiaoke nodded: "Yes, let's have a meal here."

"Come in quickly, and take me around the Yan family."

The butler's expression changed as if he had thought of something.

"Wait, it may not be convenient today."

"The master...can't spare the time. How about tomorrow?"

"Let Tang Feng pick you up tomorrow. The master needs to take care of household chores now."

Wang Xiaoke raised his eyebrows: "What family matter? Is her boyfriend here?"

"No, no, no, the master doesn't have a boyfriend, don't get me wrong."

The housekeeper vaguely heard Tang Feng say that the master seemed to be a single person.

"Except for servants like us, no man ever dares to approach the master."

"She... hates men."

"Yes, misogynistic."

Wang Xiaoke sighed, feeling a little unbelievable.

"No, why didn't I see that? Besides, she doesn't hate me."

"Doesn't she think of me as a man?"

The more the butler explained, the more confused he became, and after a moment he gave an awkward smile.

"You are different from the others. To the master, you are a special boy."

Wang Xiaoke pursed his lips and pulled the housekeeper into the gate.

"That's fine. I came all the way here to treat Sister Qianji."

"She is in poor health and doesn't contact me normally."

"I'm too embarrassed to come to her."

Wang Xiaoke felt helpless. There was indeed more estrangement as he grew up.

The butler hesitated to speak, he had heard it from Tang Feng.

This little ancestor either stays in the Wang family or in the Mo family.

I don’t have time to come to Yan’s house.

Besides, the owner has a special status and cannot take the initiative to find Wang Xiaoke.

So as not to cause Mo Yanyu's disgust and targeting.

From this perspective, the master is indeed very humble and his life is not easy.

The main residence of the Yan family.

Surrounded by towering trees, it seems quiet and peaceful.

The mottled sunlight shines through the gaps between the leaves and falls into the courtyard.

The medicine shop grows many exotic flowers and plants, all of which are taken care of by Yan Rushui herself.

There are more than a dozen cages in the dark corner, filled with various snakes, insects and poisonous creatures.

When Yan Rushui was a child, this was a caged collection of rabbits.

She used to hate poisonous insects, but later she relied on them to protect herself.

Very dramatic.

"Is it cold, Xiao Tang? Get me a coat."

Yan Rushui leaned against the recliner, her face slightly tilted, and couldn't help coughing lightly a few times.

Her slightly sick face made her look miserable and pitiful.

By now, she was frail and exhausted both physically and mentally.

More than ten years of hard work and many hardships along the way.

She finally returned to the Yan family and inherited her father's responsibilities.

The yard is still the same as it was when I was a child, except that there is more moss in the corners.

"Master, it's not cold at all, are you feeling unwell?"

Tang Feng brought a coat, his brows filled with deep worry.

"Aren't you feeling much better after taking the medicine? Why are you feeling weak again?"

He looked at the lazy and depressed figure lying on the recliner.

The once beautiful girl is now as haggard as a withered flower.

"Damn secret realm, I should have known not to let you in."

"They laid so many traps, even that ancient poison master died with good intentions!"

Yan Rushui raised her eyebrows: "This is not anyone else's fault."

"For me, perhaps... it is also a relief."

"Maybe even God couldn't stand this and wanted to get rid of me, the executioner."

Tang Feng felt sorry for Qianji: "How about letting Xiao Ke come over?"

"His medical skills are unfathomable. He might be able to extract the toxins from your body."

The atmosphere was tense.

Yan Rushui's eyes were gloomy and she glanced at Tang Feng lightly.

"Sorry, I spoke too much." Tang Feng quickly admitted his mistake.

"By the way, Master, the young master had a fight with other students at school."

"There is really no other way, I can only ask the nanny to take him back."

Yan Rushui narrowed her eyes and didn't take it too seriously.

"Ah."

Tang Feng shook his head and sighed, and suddenly heard a sound coming from outside the yard.

"Sister Pull the Machine!"

The voice is a very cheerful gentleman's voice.

Just by listening to his voice, one can think of a handsome man.

"What a fat spicy strip. It will be delicious when grilled."

As soon as Wang Xiaoke entered the yard, he saw a snake cage in the corner.

The venomous snakes that were swept by his gaze felt a strong fear in their bones...

It's too scary for snakes.

Yan Rushui glanced around and saw the young man in light-colored casual clothes.

Standing at the door surrounded by flowers, he looked at the snake cage with a smile.

"Huh! Master Xiao Ke, why are you here?"

Tang Feng was surprised and waved his hands happily.

"Just take this opportunity to check the master's illness."

"Her health is very poor. It is getting worse day by day."

Yan Rushui propped herself up and raised her hand to signal Tang Feng to shut up.

The backs of her hands were very white, an unhealthy white.

But from this perspective, her already lazy and charming appearance has even more morbid beauty.

"Why is Sister Qianji so weak?"

Wang Xiaoke frowned as he watched and no longer cared about the spicy strips.

He took a few steps forward and held her wrist to feel it.

The moment he released his spiritual sense, he knew what was going on.

"Hiss... I underestimated it. Ordinary pills are ineffective."

When he met Qianji by chance at the last banquet, he gave him two Qingling Pills.

Because he had no need for detoxification pills, he had never made them before.

Qingling Pills have detoxifying effects, but they are still a little weak...

Yan Rushui looked at the face so close to her, stunned for a long time before she pulled her arm back.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming?"

"I told you, I sent you a message the day before yesterday, but you didn't reply."

Wang Xiaoke smiled brightly and helped her sit on the chair.

"This time I came here specifically to visit you and treat your illness."

"Really?" Yan Rushui looked at him with a smile.

"I told you so many times, but you never came."

“I don’t even have any hope.”

She thought...the last time they met might be at her funeral.