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Suddenly, a beam of light overflowed from the surface of the cube, like moonlight seeping through a thin veil, gently spreading out and enveloping Ye Fan completely.

The light grew brighter and brighter, then suddenly contracted after reaching its peak.

Then, the figure leaning against the boulder simply disappeared.

Only a faint ring of marks remained on the ground, as if someone had been sitting there for a long time and had just gotten up and left, their body temperature still lingering.

Little Douzi peeked out from Lin Ye's arms, her red eyes staring at the empty ground.

She opened her mouth, and a very soft "Daddy" rolled out of her throat. Tears silently slid down her cheeks and landed on Lin Ye's shoulder.

Lin Ye raised his hand, his dry, warm palm gently landing on the top of her head, and rubbed it.

"Don't cry, little one. Daddy's been put away by Godfather. We'll take Daddy home now!"

Little Douzi felt relieved, sniffed hard, raised her little hand and wiped her face haphazardly, let out a loud "Hmm!", and buried her little head back into his neck.

Lin Ye put the spatial button back into his system backpack, stood up, and looked around.

The wind swept through the open space of the mass grave, howling and moaning, like countless people weeping softly.

As far as the eye could see were dozens of soldiers who had been persuaded by their families not to rush forward.

They stood there like clay sculptures, their faces, whether young or bearded, filled with determination.

They knew that by "stopping" today, they were handing over their own lives and those of their families to Shu Jingwei's butcher's knife.

They, one could say, used their entire family's lives to demonstrate their choice towards their benefactor Ye Fan, or perhaps towards justice.

Lin Ye, of course, couldn't bear to watch these people die.

He didn't speak, but locked onto these people from the celestial images fed back by the system in his mind.

Not many, only fifty-nine.

Lin Ye initiated a group private chat.

Listen carefully.

Two words rang out from the depths of the consciousness of those fifty-nine people without warning.

The fifty-nine soldiers trembled violently; some dropped their spears, some collapsed to their knees, and some looked around in horror.

Finally, everyone's gaze, in disbelief, fell upon the dark figure in the center of the arena.

That was the only possibility of using such a secret telepathic technique—

Immortal Lin Ye.

Lin Ye remained calm and composed, his lips did not move, and he did not even turn his gaze toward them.

But the voice continued to echo in their minds, each word clear and distinct.

"Take your families and go to the North to find Wang Meng. He will protect you."

The voice was calm and devoid of any emotion, yet it was like a bolt of lightning striking from the darkness, instantly igniting the last spark beneath the ashes.

that moment--

The fifty-nine soldiers heard their hearts suddenly begin to pound wildly.

I heard the excited, heavy breathing of the person next to me.

I heard a glimmer of life suddenly mixed in with the mournful sound of the wind blowing through the weeds.

"Clang—" Someone's weapon slipped from their hand first, followed by a second, a third, a fourth...

Fifty-nine soldiers knelt down in unison and kowtowed deeply to Lin Ye.

Then everyone started to leave as fast as they could, some with weak legs supporting each other as they ran away.

They didn't even have time to say many words of thanks to Lin Ye, because time was of the essence.

Shu Jingwei could react at any moment and issue a kill order at any moment; they had to get there before that happened.

Take your family with you, at the very least, leave the capital city where Shu Jingwei's power is strongest!

Then, head to the North!

This is their only chance to survive.

Within a few breaths, everyone who could still move was gone.

All that remained was a scene of utter devastation.

Those who were die-hard loyalists of Shu Jingwei and Yao Jingyuan, and those who were blinded by the promise of great rewards.

Every single one of them was either severely injured by the counterattack from the Invincible Golden Bell Shield or knocked unconscious by the Shadowless Kick.

At this moment, they are either writhing and screaming in agony while clutching their twisted arms and legs, or they are fainting in a pool of blood, twitching slightly.

A strong smell of blood filled the air.

"You...you all...you've rebelled! You've all rebelled!!"

Shu Jingwei watched helplessly as her people knelt before Lin Ye and fled.

Enraged, her chest heaved violently, and she suddenly choked on another mouthful of blood.

Her eyes were bloodshot and her gaze was glazed over, and she was emitting a guttural roar.

"Deserters in the face of battle! Their entire families will be executed! All of you, come back to me—!"

Her voice was hoarse and shrill, yet incredibly weak, easily torn apart and swept away by the howling mountain wind.

But Shu Jingwei kept shouting, using all her strength to utter her last words.

"Come back and kill this traitor!! I...I bestow upon you the title of Marquis of Ten Thousand Households! A reward of ten thousand gold pieces! Hereditary succession! Come back—!!"

However, none of the departing soldiers looked back.

If they cared about these things, they wouldn't have been persuaded by their families.

Moreover, after today, the sky over this Great Flame is likely to truly change!

General? Ten thousand taels of gold? You'd have to be alive to take it!

Lin Ye seemed oblivious to the frenzied roar behind him. He tilted his head slightly, his chin lightly touching the top of Xiao Douzi's soft hair, his voice extremely gentle.

"Hold on tight, little one, we...are going home."

Little Douzi obediently wrapped her arms even tighter.

Lin Ye raised his eyes, a thought flickering in his mind.

The air in front of him suddenly rippled like water.

A door, shimmering with a pale blue glow, unfolded silently, gradually becoming clearer.

He took two steps forward, then stopped as if remembering something.

His gaze, like a cold blade, swept across the scene of wailing and lamentation, finally settling on the two pitiful figures at the forefront, and he slowly spoke.

"Shu Jingwei, Yao Jingyuan."

"Today, it's just a little interest."

"As for real revenge..."

Lin Ye's lips curled into an extremely cold smile.

"Wait."

Without hesitation, he stepped into the portal with the little bag in his arms.

"No—!! Stop! Lin Ye!! Stop right there! I'll kill you! I'm going to kill you!!!"

Shu Jingwei let out a desperate scream, mixed with the fear she didn't want to admit.

Today is just interest...

She dared not think any further, struggling to get up, but only suffered excruciating pain from her wounds reopening, and collapsed again.

They could only watch helplessly as that dark figure disappeared behind the strange gate of light.

After Lin Ye stepped into the portal, it rippled and rapidly contracted, then faded, and finally disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.

Qingfeng Mountain fell into an eerie silence.

Only the howling wind, the pervasive stench of blood, and the intermittent groans of pain from Shu Jingwei, Yao Jingyuan, and others could be heard.

The remaining soldiers and civilians looked up at the void where the portal had disappeared, speechless for a long time, their faces filled with extreme shock and bewilderment.

At this moment, the canopy hanging high above everyone's heads remained open.

Lin Ye, carrying the little bag, stepped out and reappeared in the living room of the Sanya seaside villa.

He turned around and faced the camera again.

"I've taken your Lord Ye home."