Collapse Iron: The Five Heroes of the Clouds Won't Let Me Go

Master caused trouble as soon as he returned.

Upon hearing Danfeng's determination, Yaofeng felt not admiration, but rather a sense of panic.

All the emperors throughout history have shared a common characteristic: they are autocratic and prone to extremism.

Although she didn't know what was going on with the Dragon Lord's brain circuits, Yao Feng was afraid that she would make some noise.

"It's okay, I'm a very open-minded person. Whatever the outcome, your own wishes are the most important."

For now, Yao Feng can only offer this temporary reassurance; whether Dan Feng has taken it to heart remains to be seen.

The lifespan of the Vidyadharas is at most around five hundred years, while Danfeng is only one hundred years old, in the prime of his life.

But now that he's lived this long, this is the first time Danfeng has thought about something: the continuation of the path to enlightenment.

Over the course of a century, she helped countless members of her kind return to the ancient sea and transform into dragon eggs, and she also witnessed familiar elders being reborn.

No matter how much you do, the people you encounter are still a group that is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Within the Vidyadhara clan, there are no new faces, no new souls.

Through countless lifetimes and reincarnations, what is the purpose of the Vidyadhara clan?

Is such a cycle of reincarnation truly immortal?

If they are immortal, why can't they be reincarnated after being killed? If they are immortal, why do their races decline?

The concept of "breeding" seems to have never taken root in the body of the enlightened one.

Was it taken away? Was it stolen? Or is upholding enlightenment merely someone's failed masterpiece?

Danfeng's mind was filled with countless questions, and she felt dizzy and disoriented. It was as if countless whispers were calling to her from the depths of her mind.

Long Shitao's face, those abhorrent yet potentially viable experiments, the corpses of his dead clansmen...

Before the tearing sensation in his brain could even take hold, a hand landed on Danfeng's head.

In an instant, a thorough and refreshing clarity swept through his mind, and Danfeng's spiritual platform became clear once again.

Countless distracting thoughts once again lie dormant in the abyss of the mind, waiting for the next invasion.

"What's wrong? Are you dizzy?"

Cheng Xiao had finished tidying up the house, and as soon as he returned to the living room, he noticed that Dan Feng was not in a good state.

He hadn't seen Danfeng so downcast in a long time. Her innate confidence and pride made her never bow her head; even when betrayed, she would only fill her disappointment with anger.

"Thank you, I feel much better. I had a bit of a headache just now."

Danfeng's voice sounded somewhat listless, but his spirits remained high.

Cheng Xiao glanced sideways at Yao Feng, who innocently shrugged.

Stop pretending! What did you say to Danfeng?

[They didn't say anything special! It was just an elder giving advice to a younger person!]

[Nonsense! How could Danfeng have become like this? You old fool! You come back and only cause trouble!]

Yao Feng knew she was in the wrong, and what she said was indeed easy for people to misunderstand, so she did not refute Cheng Xiao's comment that she was old-fashioned.

However, Danfeng actually benefited from the misfortune, as she was happily enjoying Chengxiao's lap pillow.

To relieve Danfeng's headache, Chengxiao massaged Danfeng using techniques he had learned within the Danding Division.

Danfeng was a little flustered and shy, her face flushed, but she felt so comfortable that she wanted to fall asleep.

Her tail swayed from side to side, revealing her thoughts.

Jing Yuan, standing to the side, felt a bit disgusted. This Dragon Lord was such a grown man, yet he acted like a child!

This kind of knee-pillow massage is something that should be experienced by a little girl like her!

About ten minutes later, Cheng Xiao gently asked:

"How are you? Still dizzy?"

Danfeng had long since recovered, but she was still somewhat reluctant to part with him when Chengxiao asked her.

"It still...it still hurts a little, let me rest a bit longer."

"OK."

Cheng Xiao did not question it. Dan Feng's health was very important. The difference in massage intensity was just a matter of a little more time, and he didn't care.

Yao Feng, who was standing to the side, clicked her tongue. "Those involved are often blinded, while bystanders see things clearly." How could she not see Dan Feng's condition?

The Dragon Lord is enjoying himself!

It wasn't until the time it takes for an incense stick to burn had passed that Danfeng felt somewhat ashamed and slowly sat up.

However, her face was flushed and her hair was disheveled, suggesting she had had a good night's sleep.

"I'm going back."

"Huh? Aren't you staying for dinner?"

"No need for today, I'm busy with clan affairs. I'll come tomorrow... the day after tomorrow, when I have some free time."

Cheng Xiao escorted Dan Feng to the door and tidied up her disheveled clothes after she had slept.

Get some rest.

Cheng Xiao's care, Cheng Xiao's comfort, and the attraction of being of the same dragon origin—all of these things made Dan Feng crave them.

She wanted more; she was the Dragon Lord, so what if she was a little greedy? Who dared to say anything to her?!

But the thought of the shackles of enlightenment dimmed Danfeng's eyes.

"Cheng Xiao, we'll be friends for life, right?"

"certainly."

The lowly woman's gravity-based statement was somewhat terrifying, but Cheng Xiao didn't care, simply thinking that Dan Feng was lonely again, just like when he was a child.

And so, Cheng Xiao stepped into a vortex of heavy emotions.

After finishing his meal, Jingliu returned home.

Cheng Xiao had already warmed up the food, waiting for Jing Liu to return so they could eat it directly.

"Is Jingyuan happy today?"

"happy!"

"Alright, double the training tomorrow!"

"well!!!"

Yao Feng walked out of the room and touched Jing Yuan, who had a long face.

"Master, it's been a long time."

Jingliu ate his meal while greeting people discreetly.

This is a meeting of three generations of a family.

Yao Feng curled his lip, his tone filled with dissatisfaction:

"Alright, alright. Someone said they were coming to visit me at Jade Palace, but when they arrived, they beat up their own master. What a show of bravado!"

Although Yao Feng was indeed very happy that his apprentice had surpassed him, he couldn't bear to be defeated in front of outsiders.

Although the audience knew that it wasn't Yao Feng who had become weaker, but rather that Jing Liu was too strong, a loss was a loss. Even a difference of just one sword strike between swordsmen is like an insurmountable chasm.

Because in a real life-or-death battle, one sword is enough to kill the enemy!

Jingliu had no words to refute Yaofeng's sarcasm. That was just her nature; she would do whatever she was supposed to do, only to swing her sword toward her goal.

"I'll be relinquishing my title of Sword Master soon after my return. Are you ready?"

Both Jingliu and Jingyuan were momentarily stunned; this was very important news.

None of the sword chiefs of Luofu throughout history have ever retired normally.

They either die on the battlefield, or fall into demonic possession due to a hidden illness, and are eventually sent to their death by the Ten Kings.

(Entering Nirvana: Immortals whose lifespan is nearing its end or who have fallen into demonic possession will be led into the Hall of Cause and Effect and return to Nirvana.)

Cheng Xiao also looked at Yao Feng with surprise. "Is the retired sword master alright?"

"Why are you looking at me like that? My apprentice has surpassed me; can't I just retire and enjoy my old age?"

After regaining his senses, Jingliu calmly took a sip of tea:

"I will not relinquish the title of Sword Master to anyone else."

Yao Feng laughed: "You're my disciple! If someone else takes that title from me, I'll have to expel them from the sect!"