Invincibility starts when I see the BOSS health bar.

Chapter 940 Missing
"Lord Diao...?" His voice was hoarse and dry, barely audible.

Then, he suddenly remembered!

"I...where am I now...?" He turned his neck with difficulty, trying to see his surroundings.

"Ouyang Mansion. Don't worry, it's absolutely safe here now." Fang Yu's calm voice rang out again, like a reassuring pill.

Safe!
It's really safe now!
When this realization flowed into Song Zhenrong's heart, which was almost frozen by despair, like a warm current, a strong will to survive that had sustained him all the way here instantly overwhelmed all the pain and weakness!
He struggled to lift his upper body, his eyes frantically searching the room, and said in a trembling voice.

"Lord Diao...! We're...safe? Then...what about my sister?! My sister...where is she now? Is she...safe?!"

Once he was certain that he and his surroundings were temporarily safe, all of Song Zhenrong's suppressed worries and longings for his lost relatives burst forth like a floodgate being opened!
This is the belief that sustains him, the source of all his courage!

The instant his words fell, Fang Yu and Ding Hui's gazes, as if drawn by an invisible magnet, turned in perfect unison in the same direction—

Standing not far from the foot of the bed, Diao Xiaohui was twisting the hem of her clothes, her expression extremely complicated, and her eyes filled with tears!
Fang Yu's gaze was steady and encouraging.

Ding Hui's gaze was calm and understood everything.

"What……?"

Song Zhenrong was completely bewildered by this sudden, synchronized gaze.

"What's wrong... why are you all looking at her?"

He repeated it in bewilderment, his tone filled with simple incomprehension.

When it comes to family ties, especially the search for his sister, Song Zhenrong's intuition seems to be blocked by thick wooden stakes, revealing an almost dull and sluggish demeanor.

Almost at the same time, Fang Yu's keen eyes caught the look that Diao Xiaohui was giving him.

It was filled with an overwhelming sense of hesitation, confusion, helplessness, tension, and even a hint of apprehension stemming from the intimacy between close relatives.

That small body looked so cramped and uneasy.

Fang Yu instantly understood.

He didn't speak, but quickly and subtly gave Ding Hui and Linghu Xiang, who was still staring wide-eyed and stunned by the dramatic scene, a look.

"Let's go out for a while."

Fang Yu's voice was decisive and deep. At the same time, he reached out and gently grasped Ding Hui's slender wrist, leading her towards the door.

The movements were natural and fluid, without the slightest hesitation.

Linghu Xiang was still in a state of great shock when she received Fang Yu's unquestionable urging gaze, and her body reacted almost instinctively.

Without exchanging a single word, she silently followed the two men, glancing back every few steps, and quietly left the room. She then gently closed the door from the outside, as if afraid of disturbing something.

"Click..."

The subtle sound of the door lock closing was exceptionally clear in the suddenly silent room.

In the room, only Song Zhenrong remained, who had just woken up and was not yet fully conscious. His eyes were still wandering aimlessly around the room, searching for his "sister," as if he didn't understand why everyone was suddenly looking at that strange little girl...

And then there was Diao Xiaohui, standing there, head bowed, staring intently at her hands, her knuckles white from gripping too hard, her hands tightly clenched around her clothes, completely at a loss for words, her emotions turbulent like a small boat caught in a storm, on the verge of being crushed by overwhelming feelings.

The air was filled with the aroma of medicine and incense, and a suppressed yet surging silence permeated the atmosphere.

"You are... you are..."

Song Zhenrong's voice was dry and tense, each syllable seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat, accompanied by an unbelievable tremor.

He stared intently at the woman a few steps away, a woman who was both unfamiliar and strangely familiar.

Normally, he would never have given a second thought to a girl like that.

However, at this moment, combining all the subtle details with the wildly growing intuition in his heart, an almost absurd idea exploded in his mind like a thunderclap.

But that's impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Song Zhenrong shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the horrifying speculation.

The face of my younger sister, Song Xi, in my memory is so vivid and clear—it carries a sense of youthful innocence, affection, and longing for the future.

But the woman in front of him, named Diao Xiaohui, was very different from the person he remembered, both in appearance and temperament.

Not only is her face unfamiliar, but her age doesn't match either! How could the petite figure I remember have become like this?
Reason screamed "impossible," but emotions climbed wildly like vines.

The clues and hints I noticed along the way.

The subtle look in Doctor Ding's eyes, her delicate reaction when she first saw him, the deliberate protectiveness in Fang Yu's words...

Scenes flashed rapidly through his mind.

He remembered the unusual physical condition of Song Xi when she was seriously ill.

It was Doctor Ding, the doctor with divine skills and almost supernatural abilities, who, through unknowable means, forcibly pulled her back from the brink of death.

Yes!

If... if it's because of Doctor Ding!
If that body has been completely rebuilt...

Their appearance, physique, and even their life force have undergone a complete transformation...

For this miraculous doctor who can bring the dead back to life and even venture into the realm of ghosts, the word "impossible" is the weakest barrier!
Having ruled out all impossible options, the overlooked truth, like the dawn breaking through the thick fog, undeniably reveals itself.

The person before him was his sister, whom he had searched high and low for, longed for day and night, and whose hope had been almost worn away by despair!

It's her! It's Song Xi!

"Song...Xi?"

These two words carried his longing day and night during his journey.

His eyes, which had been filled with tension and doubt, softened completely into a warm ocean the moment he confirmed it.

His tenderness was almost overflowing, filled with the ecstatic joy of regaining what was lost and the bottomless fear of lingering fear. He no longer needed any answers; his gaze was fixed on Diao Xiaohui, greedily, as if he wanted to see all the lost time.

Diao Xiaohui's body trembled violently upon hearing those two words.

All pretense and mental defenses crumbled in the face of the calls of loved ones.

The body expresses the resonance and sense of belonging deep within the soul far before language.

Tears fell silently, like pearls from a broken string, washing away all the grievances, hardships, and long wait.

She didn't say a word, but nodded heavily and forcefully, her movements firm and unwavering.

Before Song Zhenrong could respond, a figure, as swift as the wind, crashed into his arms like a weary bird returning to its nest!
Song Zhenrong felt a weight, mixed with the scent of dust and the familiar warmth of bone and blood, crash into his arms. Her appearance had changed, and her figure was completely different, but in that instant, he felt as if he had traveled through time and space back to when his younger sister was a child, stumbling and falling towards him, acting spoiled.

That throbbing from the depths of one's blood, that unreserved sense of dependence, is a mark that no external force can erase!

"This time, I won't lose you again!"

Song Zhenrong suddenly tightened his arms, like the strongest chains, holding the treasure he had lost and found tightly in his arms.

He closed his eyes, and hot tears almost welled up in his eyes. A solemn vow silently resounded in his heart—never to be separated!
As for why the younger sister turned out this way?

Song Zhenrong didn't need to think too much; the answer was already obvious. Besides that miraculous doctor Ding, who could turn the rotten into the miraculous, who else could do it?

Although his appearance is no longer the same as yesterday, compared to the despair of being separated from the dead forever and having no remains, the price of merely changing his body is already the greatest blessing from heaven!

He was grateful.

……

"Diao Xiaohui is Song Zhenrong's sister??"

Linghu Xiang gasped in shock, her voice trembling slightly with astonishment, her wide eyes filled with disbelief.

Even though she had a vague suspicion when she saw Song Zhenrong's unusual reaction, the huge shock of information when Fang Yu revealed the truth so clearly still left her stunned!
Her gaze unconsciously swept to the other side of the pavilion, where the elegant Doctor Ding was leisurely sipping his tea.

Ding Hui's nonchalant smile appeared unfathomable to Linghu Xiang at this moment, even carrying a hint of... control over everything.

Suppressing her surprise, Linghu Xiang turned to Fang Yu, her voice urgent yet somewhat incoherent with shock: "What...what exactly happened? How could Captain Song's sister...how could she have turned into Diao Xiaohui?!"

"It's a long story," Fang Yu said in a low voice, looking at the brother and sister embracing each other.

"Back then, Miss Song Xi's physical body was severely damaged. We went to great lengths to help her be reborn and survive." He spoke concisely, omitting the most bloody and cruel details, and also avoiding the complex role played by Ding Hui.

That possessive, almost maternal, mindset drove Song Xi to stubbornly transform into "Diao Xiaohui".

This was, after all, Ding Hui's will, and she truly gave Song Xi a second life; it was a genuine act of rebirth.

Fang Yu was well aware of the significance of this matter, and naturally he would not and could not interfere in matters such as the ownership of the name.

Moreover, once Song Zhenrong calmed down, he wouldn't hide the fact that Diao Xiaohui was Song Xi from them.

He paused, then turned his gaze to Ding Hui, changing the subject to something a little heavy: "Ding Hui, how are things going with the Aversion Tree and Aversion Fruit that I got before?"

Those strange spiritual plants were one of the important harvests from before.

"Husband, don't you trust me?" Ding Hui put down her teacup, her eyes sparkling with a hint of reproachful amusement, before gracefully rising to her feet.

"Please rest in the hall for a while. I'll go to the pharmacy to prepare something and then bring over the specially brewed medicine for you shortly."

She called him "husband" so naturally, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Fang Yu was already used to this, and nodded slightly with a calm expression to indicate that he understood.

However, when he subconsciously turned to look at Linghu Xiang beside him, he keenly sensed that the atmosphere around her had suddenly changed.

The shock she had just felt seemed to be replaced by a strange sense of unease. She lowered her head slightly, not looking at anyone, her gaze stubbornly following Ding Hui's graceful figure as she walked step by step toward the pharmacy, her lips unconsciously pressed together.

"What's wrong?" Fang Yu asked, somewhat puzzled.

Linghu Xiang raised her face upon hearing the sound, meeting Fang Yu's gaze.

Those eyes were as clear and bright as ever, frank and without a trace of impurity.

Looking into those eyes, Linghu Xiang felt a lump in her throat, and a thousand thoughts swirled in her mind, leaving her at a loss for words.

Especially... especially Fang Yu's reaction to Ding Hui calling him "husband" was so matter-of-fact...

This caused the indescribable emotions in her heart to sink heavily, like a waterlogged sponge.

"...No, it's nothing."

Finally, Linghu Xiang lowered her eyelashes, gently shook her head, and forcibly suppressed all her surging emotions back into her heart.

But that moment of low spirits, like a quietly spreading mist, though invisible, enveloped her in a way that was hard to conceal.

"Don't worry." Seeing her like this, Fang Yu assumed she was still concerned about the Underworld and gently comforted her, "We'll take care of the aftermath of the Underworld. Just relax and rest."

He completely failed to grasp that the root of Linghu Xiang's complex feelings lay elsewhere.

Then, Fang Yu gestured for her to follow him, and together they walked towards another quiet courtyard next door.

From afar, a lithe and graceful figure of a woman could be seen in the courtyard. It was Zhuge Shi, who had returned with them.

Although Zhuge Shi's strength was limited by the powerful seal placed on her body, she remained steadfast and did not slacken her efforts.

The sword flashed, and the sharp sound of it cutting through the air was incessant.

Her movements were swift; with a single thrust of her sword, her sharp aura was overwhelming. Even from a distance, the whistling wind she created conveyed her extraordinary swordsmanship.

Even though Linghu Xiang, a master herself, couldn't immediately discern her opponent's specific fighting style, she instinctively sensed a palpable pressure from the flowing sword shadows and the energy emanating from the shifting footwork—this woman's strength was unfathomable! She was definitely not an ordinary person!

Seemingly sensing Fang Yu and Linghu Xiang's approach, Zhuge Shi's movements were not faltered at all. She perfectly brought out her sword strike, lightly twirled the tip of her sword, and then neatly put it behind her back.

For her, practicing martial arts is about upholding her beliefs; even if her skill level is locked, she will never waste a moment.
For martial arts practitioners, it's like rowing against the current; if they don't advance, they fall behind.

Of course, at this point, the practice is more about maintaining physical strength and skill.

What she cared about most was how to break the seal that was like a shackle within her body.

Therefore, she naturally took Fang Yu seriously when she saw him appear.

However, today, there was an unfamiliar woman beside Fang Yu. This made her raise her spirited eyebrows slightly.

"Young Master Diao, who is this...?" Zhuge Shi's gaze fell on Linghu Xiang beside him, with scrutiny and inquiry in his eyes.

"This is Captain Linghu Xiang from the Foolish Underworld." Fang Yu stated the arrangement directly in a calm tone, "From today onwards, you will be responsible for protecting her and Captain Song's safety."

Protect?

Zhuge Shi almost thought he had misheard.

What is her identity? She is Fulong, one of the Twelve Generals of the Organization!

Even though he has fallen from grace, his pride remains.

The woman before him was weak and dressed in simple official robes of the Foolish Underworld. Who was she? Why would she need Zhuge Shi's personal protection?
(End of this chapter)