Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

Yan stood there, stunned, her long, wet, crimson hair clinging to her fair neck, her skin beneath the thin veil flushed a faint pink from the moisture and her earlier shock and anger.

Her beautiful eyes were now filled with bewilderment and disbelief as she stared intently at the face before her, a face that was both completely unfamiliar and yet seemed etched into the deepest part of her soul.

"You...who are you?"

Her voice trembled slightly, and her fingertips unconsciously gripped the wet, thin fabric of her dress.

Looking at Yan's dazed expression, Ling Feng felt both pity and amusement.

A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips as he deliberately dragged out his words: "What? Weren't you just calling me a shameless lecher? Are you dumbfounded now? Hehe, I guess my own face is still more handsome!"

Yan's cheeks instantly flushed red, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and anger: "Pah! Shameless!"

She glared at Ling Feng, biting her lip, and said, "Tell me! What is this place? What do you want with me here?"

She looked around. The mountain forest was lush and tranquil, filled with an incredibly pure spiritual energy, completely different from the atmosphere of the clergy monastery, and carrying an indescribable sense of antiquity and mystery.

"What do you want to do?"

Ling Feng raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over her soaked gauze dress. The barely visible curves stirred a slight warmth in his heart, but he quickly suppressed his lustful thoughts and said seriously, "Didn't I just say that I was bringing you to meet someone?"

He shrugged. "What else?"

Yan gave a light snort. "Where is he?"

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, "Miss Yan, I think you should put your clothes on first. You don't look presentable like this..."

Although Mio is also one of Yu Bingqing's personalities, they are all one.

But this is a different woman now, and I don't want Mio to misunderstand what I've done.

It's a bit complicated to explain.

Feeling Ling Feng's gaze, Yan quickly raised her hand to cover her chest.

She bit her lip and glared at Ling Feng: "Turn around! Don't peek!"

"Good good."

Ling Feng shrugged helplessly and turned around as instructed, his back to her.

Soon, the rustling sound of changing clothes came from behind, accompanied by Yan's slightly rapid breathing.

A moment later, Yan's voice rang out, carrying a hint of feigned composure: "All done."

Ling Feng turned around, and his eyes lit up immediately.

Wearing a black outfit, Yan lost some of her post-bath languid charm, but gained a more dashing and capable air.

Her wet red hair was casually tied back, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck. The stubbornness and wildness between her brows remained, but the look in her eyes as she looked at Ling Feng had become more complicated.

"Now, can you talk?"

Yan took a deep breath. "Who are you taking me to see? And where... is this place?"

"Come with me."

Ling Feng did not answer directly, but instead reached out his hand to Yan, trying to grab her arm.

Yan frowned and stared at Ling Feng. "I can walk by myself."

Ling Feng shook his head and smiled, "Leave? That would be too slow. We don't have much time to waste."

Without waiting for a reply, Ling Feng forcefully pulled Yan into his arms.

Then, the surrounding space rippled, and Ling Feng embraced Yan, his figure leaping into the vortex.

The next moment, they appeared in a flowerbed.

This is where Mio lives.

Before me lay a dense bamboo forest, with a crystal-clear stream flowing gently by, its banks covered with unidentified star-blue wildflowers.

On a smooth blue stone by the stream sat a long-haired woman dressed in an elegant long dress.

It was Mio.

She seemed to be resting with her eyes closed, exuding a tranquil aura, like an elf under the moonlight.

When Yan's gaze fell on the woman's profile, he suddenly stopped in his tracks!

That face…that face is exactly the same as mine?!

Although their hair colors are different, their appearances and figures are exactly the same.

She turned to look at Ling Feng. This was the person he wanted her to meet.

Ling Feng called softly in Mio's direction, "Mio."

The woman by the stream slowly opened her eyes, her clear, icy eyes carrying a gentle smile.

She first looked at Ling Feng, and then her gaze fell on Yan.

The moment Mio saw Yan, a hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes.

However, since Ling Feng had mentioned such a person to her before, she was more mentally prepared than Yan.

However, when he saw that Yan had the exact same face as him, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

It seems that I am indeed just a part of the "Yu Bingqing" that Ling Feng mentioned.

"You... must be Yan..."

Mio slowly stood up, walked to the opposite side of Yan, and looked at his face as if she were looking in a mirror!
Yan stood frozen in place, his mind blank, staring intently at Mio, his lips slightly parted, but no sound came out.

Ling Feng walked between the two, looking at the identical shocked expressions on their two stunningly beautiful faces, and felt a mix of emotions.

He took a deep breath, and his voice rang out in a low and clear tone: "Yan, now I will tell you the truth! Why do you all look exactly alike, and why do you have no memories of the past?"

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "You...you are one. You are all one personality that split off from my wife, Yu Bingqing!"

Instantly, Yan Jiao's body trembled violently.

"No...impossible!"

Yan cried out, her voice sharp with panic, "This is impossible! How could I... how could I be..."

Mio's reaction was relatively calmer, after all, she already knew all about it.

Seeing Yan's surprised and shocked expression was like seeing a reflection of my past self.

She couldn't accept it at first either.

Ling Feng glanced at Mio tenderly, then stepped forward to support Yan's body, and said in a deep voice, "Although it's hard to accept at this moment, what I've said is the truth!"

He took a deep breath and continued, "It was those people from the Tribunal who, for some ulterior motive, forcibly tore Bingqing's soul apart, splitting it into three independent personalities!"

He pointed to Mio: "Mio is just like you. She was molded by them into a saint of Purdue Academy. But even without the memories of the past, Bingqing and I have long since imprinted each other in the deepest part of our souls. That feeling is something that can never be forgotten."

"No, no! This...this is absurd!"

Yan shook her head violently, her crimson hair flying wildly, her eyes filled with resistance and confusion. "This is impossible! How could this be? No, I don't believe it!"

Ling Feng reached out and gently took Yan's hand. "Yan, even if you don't remember me, I can still see that familiar feeling in your eyes, can't I?"

Yan bit her lip, wanting to push Ling Feng away, but found that deep down she really wanted to snuggle in his arms.

It seemed to be an indelible instinct. Ling Feng gently held Yan in his arms, stroking her red hair, and said softly, "You are the second personality of Bing Qing that I have found so far, but as far as I know, there should be a third personality. After all three personalities are found, I will find a way to merge you back together and awaken the real Bing Qing."

"I……"

Yan opened his mouth, clearly unable to accept all of this for the time being.

“Yan”.

Just then, Mio's gentle voice came.

She slowly walked up to Yan, extended her cool and soft hand, and gently grasped Yan's hand, which was trembling slightly with nervousness, just like Ling Feng had done.

Yan's body stiffened, and he subconsciously tried to pull his hand back, but Mio held it gently but firmly.

"I understand, I understand everything!"

Mio's voice flowed like a clear spring, carrying a strange soothing power, "I know this is hard to accept. When Mine told me the truth, I felt the same way you did, as if the world was spinning and everything was fake."

She looked into Yan's eyes, those icy blue eyes filled with understanding and tender sympathy: "But... follow the voice in your heart, Feng, he won't lie to us. That familiarity that comes from the depths of your soul, that... the fluttering feeling when you see him, these things can't be faked."

Mio's voice was soft, yet carried a comforting power: "My memory, too, was once a blank. I was a saint of Purdue College, a pawn in Agares's hands..."

"Until Feng appeared, he awakened the true fragments of my memories deep within my heart, allowing me to truly find my own past."

She paused, then looked intently at Yan. "You and I are the same. Now, let's work together with Feng to fill in the void of the past, okay?"

Yan's body finally stopped trembling.

She looked up at Mio and could clearly feel the resonance that came from the depths of her soul.

They were indeed once one.

"me……"

Yan's voice was choked with sobs, and the resistance in her eyes was gradually replaced by confusion.

She looked at Mio, then at Ling Feng, tears welling up uncontrollably in her eyes. "Who...who am I?"

"Forget all that stuff the court has been feeding you! You are Yu Bingqing! You are my wife!"

Ling Feng stepped forward and pulled Yan into his arms.

He then looked at Mio, gritted his teeth, and hugged her as well.

She appears to be surrounded by women on both sides, but they are actually the same person...

Ling Feng took a deep breath, his voice resolute, "From this moment on, I will never allow anyone to harm a single hair on your heads again! Never!!"

A warm and firm embrace, carrying a familiar and reassuring scent, instantly enveloped Yan's cold and chaotic heart.

Her stiff body gradually softened, and tears finally burst forth, soaking Ling Feng's shirt.

Mio nestled against Lingfeng's other side, gently patting Yan's back, offering silent comfort.

After a long while, Yan's emotions finally calmed down a little.

She broke free from Ling Feng's embrace, wiped away her tears, and although her eyes were still red, her gaze was much clearer than before, carrying a hint of determination.

"I...I believe you."

She looked at Ling Feng, her voice still a little hoarse, "By the way, why did she keep calling you Feng..."

"Because my real name is Ling Feng."

“Ling Feng…”

Yan blinked, then his expression suddenly changed. "Wait, is it that Ling Feng?"

She suddenly turned her head to look at Mio.

She said she was a saint from Purdue College.

Ling Feng was the one who killed Agares, the head of Purdue College.

"That's right, it's that Ling Feng."

Ling Feng shrugged. "Yan, I'm sorry, I can't tell you the whole story right now. Are you willing to believe me?"

Yan stared intently at Ling Feng, pondered for a moment, and then nodded.

"Next..."

Ling Feng's expression turned serious. "Yan, tell me, who exactly is this Si You? And what kind of secret technique is the 'Silent Star Soul Guidance' that she made you cultivate?"

"How do you know this?"

Yan looked at Ling Feng in surprise, a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"To tell you the truth, when I met you in the River of Fireflies, I left a mark on you. That's why I was able to appear in time to rescue you from the encirclement of the Star Origin Beasts."

After Ling Feng finished speaking, he quickly added, "But don't worry, I absolutely did not use this mark to spy on you!"

"Humph!"

Yan rolled her eyes at Ling Feng, then gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and tried to sort out her chaotic thoughts. She said calmly, "Teacher Si You... actually, I don't know much about her either. She is very mysterious, and her strength is unfathomable."

"All I know is that she is one of Lord Wuzhao's most trusted confidants, in charge of the most elite personal guard under Lord Wuzhao. And those guards are said to be carefully selected clergy, powerful, and only obey Teacher Siyou and Lord Wuzhao himself, independent of the Clergy Academy."

She paused, then continued, "As for the 'Soul-Summoning of Annihilation,' it's a secret technique that Master Siyou taught me three years ago. She said it was an unparalleled opportunity bestowed upon me by Lord Wuzhao, and that by cultivating this technique, I could fight against the approaching 'End of the World.'"

"The End?"

Ling Feng and Mio both frowned.

"To be honest, I don't know exactly what it is either."

Yan shook his head, a hint of confusion and fear in his eyes. "But judging from Teacher Siyou's attitude, the End of the World seems to be related to Lord Taiyi."

"Whatever it is, these guys are up to no good."

Ling Feng's expression darkened, and he immediately pressed for details: "What are the specific contents of that secret technique?"

Yan hesitated for a moment, but seeing the concerned looks in Ling Feng and Mio's eyes, he finally nodded.

She extended her index finger, and a wisp of dark golden starlight, exuding a cold and deathly aura, gathered at the tip.

"This is the rudimentary form of power cultivated by the 'Soul of Annihilation' technique."

Yan explained, "It doesn't enhance my strength, and I don't know what it's good for, but after three years of cultivation, I haven't found any harm in it."

Ling Feng focused his attention on sensing that wisp of dark golden starlight.

This aura seemed to subtly resonate with the Chaos Star God power he cultivated!

Could it also be some kind of secret technique of the ancient star spirit race?

"Yan!"

Ling Feng quickly grabbed Yan's wrist, his tone more serious than ever before, "You must stop practicing this secret technique immediately!"

"Can I know why?" Yan looked at him, puzzled.

"I don't see anything strange about it either."

A cold glint flashed in Ling Feng's eyes. "But my intuition tells me it's dangerous!" (End of Chapter)