The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Chapter Thirty-Three: The Unseen Side

Putting aside the news about the succubus, the sheer authority Yan Rulong had held in his heart for so many years was enough to make Ning Feng subconsciously follow.

Ning Feng felt a bit like the head of the grade who might appear behind the classroom door…

We can't afford to mess with them.

Yan Rulong remained silent the entire way. Ning Feng initially tried to let him speak first without saying a word, but later fell completely silent.

After observing Yan Rulong's information, Ning Feng received an answer he had not expected.

Yan Rulong, who is known as the "toughest man in Huibin City", is actually not an awakened one!

Although he has many basic abilities, especially in close combat, he is really just an ordinary person in terms of strength.

He was neither a veteran who retired after being wounded on the front lines as rumored, nor a war god or king of soldiers who returned to the city in hiding.

Yan Rulong, as an ordinary person, has been dedicated to his post for decades, training thousands of Watchers as an instructor.

That's true. If he's also incredibly powerful, then the roles would be somewhat repetitive.

There can only be one Sweeper Monk, and a certain seemingly unorthodox witch has already snatched the role.

Aside from the fact that Dr. Lin's gender is incorrect and he has a lot of hair, his abilities and age are very suitable.

Incidentally, like the Sweeping Monk, she is also single.

Looking at them from this angle, they're practically identical! (Reading in a monotone)

The two entered the elevator. Yan Rulong swiped his card and pressed a button that Ning Feng had never seen before.

The sign is an open door.

The elevator neither went up to the top floor nor down any further; it just trembled slightly before returning to normal.

laugh.

The elevator doors slowly opened, but the world outside was no longer the corridor Ning Feng had been familiar with.

Instead of modern buildings, Ning Feng was greeted by a corridor filled with a magical, classical atmosphere, making him feel as if he had stepped from a technological society into a magical world.

The corridor was not long, only a hundred meters long, and its ornate decorations were covered with all sorts of strange patterns.

Walking down the corridor behind Yan Rulong, Ning Feng observed his surroundings.

There are no windows around, making it impossible to determine one's location. The design does not reflect the characteristics of various art styles, but rather has an ancient charm.

Ancient art, and most likely works from an era three hundred years before the Dark Ages.

The patterns on those pillars, however, drew Ning Feng's attention even more.

Ning Feng had never been exposed to this kind of knowledge before, but he naturally understood the meaning given to it the moment he saw it.

[Protection], [Secrecy], [Fortification], [Resistance]...

There are many different kinds and a huge number of them. Generation after generation of awakened beings have left their own marks on them.

At the same time, there are subtle differences between some textures that have the same function, as if they have been continuously optimized and improved over a long period of time.

Ning Feng remained silent. He realized something: even after living here for so many years, it seemed he had never truly understood this place.

The short corridor seemed to stretch on endlessly as the two walked slowly.

Finally, as they neared the end of the corridor, Yan Rulong spoke for the first time after a long silence, his voice low yet gentle:

"Ning Feng".

Somewhat surprisingly, Ning Feng felt that he hadn't heard Yan Rulong speak in such a tone for a long time.

The last time was at the old man's funeral when Ning Feng and Yan Rulong first met.

At that time, he extended an olive branch to Ning Feng and Jiang Wan, who had lost everything again, inviting them to join the Watchers.

Ning Feng unconsciously stopped in his tracks, unsure what serious topic he was about to discuss given his attitude, and hesitated before saying:

"...Instructor Yan?"

Yan Rulong did not stop, but walked slowly forward until he stopped in front of the huge wooden door.

He tilted his head back, his gaze slowly moving across the patterns on the door, but Tong Kong seemed somewhat unfocused, as if lost in memories.

"It's been almost ten years since we first met. I've practically watched you two grow up."

"Neither of you are easy to deal with. Jiang Wan has some problems, but she shows them outwardly, while you seem honest but keep everything bottled up inside."

"In a sense, she was seeking help from the outside world, while you chose self-destruction."

Ning Feng did not refute Yan Rulong's statement because most of what Yan Rulong said was true; he had indeed been somewhat withdrawn and self-destructive in the past.

If he hadn't placed some of his emotions in Jiang Wan, he might have already had a sudden epiphany, stopped eating and drinking, and then just kicked the bucket.

The Ning Feng of the past was the kind of person who wouldn't make a fuss even if he self-destructed; he would choose a quiet afternoon to leave quietly.

With a sense of satisfaction in his words, Yan Rulong sighed:

"Now, although that feeling is still there, I can feel the change in you, at least you have hope for the future."

That's for sure; Ning Feng's personality, after being tempered, is far stronger than before.

It's unclear exactly how much more cheerful he's become, but in terms of witty remarks alone, he's absolutely confident he can open the eyes of anyone who knows him.

This is a brand new version you've never seen before!

As he spoke, his voice gradually lowered, as if a shadow had fallen over Yan Rulong's memories, and his voice became hoarse:

"Your adoptive father, Professor Li, was my senior, and he gave me a lot of help when I was young."

The adoptive father Yan Rulong mentioned was the old man who later adopted Ning Feng and the others. Although he never asked them to call him that, everyone tacitly accepted it.

Although Ning Feng and Jiang Wan didn't say it, they both agreed with this in their hearts and never corrected anyone else.

"I still can't accept that he passed away at that time. He was so outstanding, and even with that kind of misfortune, he shouldn't have died then, unless it was back then..."

The sound stopped there, and Yan Rulong suddenly calmed down, not continuing to speak.

Ning Feng had never seen Instructor Yan like this before. In his memory, Instructor Yan had always been serious and rational, and had never lost his composure like this.

"He actually left me a letter, not a single word about himself, it was all about arranging things for the two of you. He had high expectations for you two."

"But what I want to say is..."

Yan Rulong gently traced a line between his fingers, concealing his vulnerability, and turned to look intently at Ning Feng, whose expression was complex.

"Our expectations of you should not become shackles and constraints on you."

“Awakened ones are not omnipotent. You are both powerful and vulnerable. You will also experience birth, aging, sickness, and death. You will also feel fear and retreat when faced with the threat of death. This is all normal.”

He stepped forward, patted Ning Feng on the shoulder, and said softly in a deep voice:

"Since you have all chosen this path, the protection I can offer you ends here. From now on, you will have to walk your own path."

Chapter Thirty-Four: I understand now, I completely understand!

“I couldn’t stop Jiang Wan, and you, the only one who could have stopped her, chose to indulge her. I don’t know if that choice was right or wrong.”

"Regarding your bloodline, don't think that demonic blood is necessarily bad. There are many examples to prove it..."

"You can't choose your birth. Whether it's a blessing or a curse, all we can do is accept it and live on."

"besides……"

Yan Rulong continued speaking, his pace quickening and his words becoming increasingly verbose...

Ah, I'm back.

Aunt Yan is back, and that familiar feeling is back.

Listening to his constant admonitions, Ning Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Ning Feng was actually somewhat surprised by Yan Rulong's reaction just now.

It's being made to sound like a life-or-death situation. All I did was successfully awaken...

To be honest, Ning Feng was genuinely moved.

When you realize that someone has been quietly watching over and taking care of you, anyone would feel a little warm inside.

Not to mention, the emotional outpouring of a tough guy who has never shown his emotions before is quite impactful.

But...

On the other hand, Ning Feng felt it would be best if Instructor Yan didn't continue speaking...

No matter how he looked at it, he felt that Comrade Yan Rulong was planting a huge flag for him that read "Death is inevitable".

It's one thing for others to write the character "正" (zhèng) on ​​their thighs, but you shouldn't write the character "死" (sǐ) on your forehead.

Please stop setting death flags for yourself!

Like an old general on a stage, with flags already planted all over his back.

You can't insert it anymore!

You can't handle it!

Ok?

Why does this sound so strange?

It must be an illusion.

After talking for almost half an hour, Yan Rulong finally stopped, still feeling a bit embarrassed. He then coughed lightly and patted Ning Feng on the shoulder.

For a tough guy, what are the main feelings after his true emotions are revealed?

It's awkward.

“Ning Feng, uh…”

After a moment of silence, suppressing the urge to turn away, Yan Rulong asked in a deep voice:

"Now, I'm asking you one last time, are you sure you want to become a member of the combat order?"

Are you sure?

Ning Feng did not answer immediately, but bowed slightly to Yan Rulong to express his respect.