Return Of The Monarch Chapter 39: Lucky

Being accepted by this little Zhi Ruo, Feng Hui subconsciously smiled. In the end, this bright soul was connected to his lifelong companion. Soon, he would explain everything behind her history so that she could understand. However, he wished to provide her the time needed to digest the sudden change in environment first.

Furthermore, Feng Hui was still a stranger in the eyes of this woman: would she even believe him? Also, he wanted to allow the little beauty a few days of serenity before affecting her entire worldview. This way, it would be easier for her to accept the news.

Everything took time. Eventually, the two of them would become more familiar, and Zhi Ruo would open up. At that time, she would be more willing to believe his lifechanging words. Feng Hui would not force anything.

Looking to the side, he saw the three 'Yang' family members, Shu Shuang, and Steward Tang staring at him uneasily.

While Feng Hui was pondering his next action, he heard a barrage of armed soldiers pouring into the luxurious villa.

When the soldiers saw the kneeling military family, all of them were furious. "General Shu, what the f*ck happened?!"

"Get away from her!" In a flash, every soldier turned to shout at the singled-out black-robed man holding the little Zhi Ruo.

"Stop!" Seeing the soldiers about to fire, Yang Jian roared in fury.

However, it was too late. Released from the hundreds of chambers, countless rifle bullets were flying toward the black-robed man.

Looking at the flying bullets, Feng Hui's heart turned cold. Even with Zhi Ruo standing right next to him, the soldiers dared to fire?

How low was her status within the villa?

Releasing his incomparably dense domain, Feng Hui continued holding the small hand of Zhi Ruo. Utilizing his Qi, he swiftly crumbled the countless bullets into nothingness.

When the soldiers saw this otherworldly action, all of them chilled. In fear, Yang Jian hurriedly kowtowed, "Please, have mercy!"

Without moving a muscle, Feng Hui cast his cold gaze onto the hundreds of soldiers.

Feng Hui was furious; his supreme Qi madly fluctuated. In a near instant, everyone in the villa coughed out a mouthful of dark blood except the little beauty standing beside him.

Within the vast villa, Feng Hui and Zhi Ruo were the sole two people left standing: everyone else had collapsed on the floor in agony.

"…" Feng Hui mercilessly stared at the kowtowing commander. A ruthless glint shone within his pitch-black eyes. With a low voice, he uttered, "Count yourself lucky."

Retrieving his domain, Feng Hui's temper was flaring. Clenching his fists, he saw the pale Zhi Ruo covered in sweat standing beside him. Calming his mind, he asked her in a tender voice, "What should we do with them?"

If Zhi Ruo's mental state wasn't so fragile right now, Feng Hui would have wiped out every soldier for the bullets fired at them. Toward his enemies, he would never be forgiving!

"It's okay… this much is enough. I-I just want to leave." With a shaky voice, Zhi Ruo responded in a docile manner.

"You don't need to be restrained with me, Zhi Ruo." Noticing her unease, Feng Hui sighed. This sort of subservient, scared Zhi Ruo pained his heart. Between the two of them, there was no need for facades.

Hearing the mysterious black-robed man's soothing voice, Zhi Ruo felt that her heart was about to thump out of her chest. Still nervous, she whispered, "Okay."

"Zhi Ruo, trust me. From now on, everything will be fine. As long as you say the word, we'll leave." Along with his comforting voice, Feng Hui tightened his hold on the little beauty's soft hand.

"Mm." Zhi Ruo slowly nodded, and she looked at his kneeling father. With a frightened voice, she spoke, "Father, I'm going to leave now. Thanks for taking care of me all this time."

Along with her last sentence, Zhi Ruo softly bowed. Seeing this sight, Yang Jian didn't dare to accept, "No, no. It was nothing, Ruoruo. If you need anything in the future, just come and ask."

Looking at her fearful father respectively kneeling before her, Zhi Ruo was speechless and blank. How did everything change in the course of a few minutes? In her mind, the situation should have been flipped with her begging on the floor.

"Xiao Ruo…" Feng Hui didn't try and stop her. In the end, Zhi Ruo's life was her own; she was responsible for making her own decisions. No matter what, he would never try and bend her will to his own.

Along with the finished discussion, Feng Hui's supreme Qi fluctuated, and he opened a pitch-black portal.

With one foot in the portal, Feng Hui coldly stared at the a.s.sembly of floored men. Parting his mouth, he declared, "Soon, I'll end this entire apocalypse. China's prosperity will return."

Within the luxurious villa, everyone stared at the breathtaking, handsome man fade away in shock. In their eyes, this mysterious black-robed man's confident declaration could be trusted. Just who was he?

Starryfu, a ten-story apartment building.

Suddenly, on a balcony floor, there was a violent distortion in s.p.a.ce energy. Arriving at his familiar apartment, Feng Hui felt a wave of melancholy.

Looking to his side, Feng Hui saw the bewildered little black-haired beauty. Taking a deep breath, he thought, "Xiao Ruo, this is my true home."

Back in the Long Kingdom, the scarlet-robed Zhi Ruo would always question him on the reason for his coldness toward his family's home. In the end, Feng Hui ended up promising, "One day, I'll show you my home."

Although this Zhi Ruo did not have the memories of the Eastern World, the two still shared the same original soul. Feng Hui sighed, "Supposedly, the two Zhi Ruos will combine upon meeting?"

According to Zhi Xingming, the young lady's father, this was the case. Feng Hui opted to trust the man's deduction. In the end, this was the true father of his lover; he would not act like a stranger.

If possible, Feng Hui would a.s.sist this Zhi Xingming in the future. From the father's words, he could easily discern the overflowing love he carried for his beloved daughter. As folks with mutual intentions, he desired to help this father who held dear familial love toward his lover. If it could make Zhi Ruo happier, it would be worth it.

Furthermore, what if the Immortal World superpowers which Zhi Xingming spoke about discovered Zhi Ruo's location? At that time, the situation would become grave. Feng Hui needed to become stronger in case that time ever came! No matter what, no one in the entire universe could harm his people!

Regardless, this was for the distant future. Feng Hui's first course of action was to become an Immortal to save his mother. This was his number-one priority. As soon as possible, he would become strong enough to protect all his loved ones!

"Where is this, Mister Hui...?" Recalling the black-robed man's name, Zhi Ruo hesitantly said. Back in the villa, he had valiantly declared his name while addressing himself as 'her true father's friend.' What did this mean?

"I'd prefer it if you'd call me Brother Feng." Feng Hui smiled. In the Long Kingdom, Zhi Ruo would always address him as 'Fengge' or 'Brother Feng.'

Trying to ease the little beauty, Feng Hui brightly laughed, "This is my family's home."

"I see... Brother Feng." Zhi Ruo softly whispered while thinking, "Is there a reason behind his kindness?'

Judging the black-robed man's celestial bearing, he did not seem like the type of fickle man to be charmed by her heavenly beauty. Zhi Ruo could not understand him.

Walking inside the destroyed apartment from the balcony floor, Feng Hui examined his tattered home. To his side, Zhi Ruo was obediently following hand-in-hand.

"…"

"Restore." Extending his spiritual sense, Feng Hui controlled the laws of the world to restore the apartment to its previous state. Gradually, his cozy apartment returned to the way it had always been: the feeling of home.

Furthermore, Feng Hui detected the fast movement of numerous monsters within the apartment building. With a cold look, he ruthlessly declared, "Disappear."

Even upon their random deaths, these monsters still had no clue how their end had occurred. It was a complete mystery.

Zhi Ruo watched the apartment slowly becoming new again. The blood marks on the wall were also fading away; eventually, the stains were cleaned while the tumbled chairs became upright.

In disbelief, Zhi Ruo muttered, "Brother Feng, who are you?"

Hearing this, Feng Hui smiled, "Your friend."

No… the two of them were something more, but Feng Hui could not say this right now.

With this complicated answer, Zhi Ruo felt her heartbeat rising, "Friend...?"

"Mn." Feng Hui smiled to rea.s.sure the little miss.

Recalling Zhi Xingming's words, Feng Hui thought, "The method to becoming an Immortal… is to walk one's own path?"

"What's the meaning behind this?" Feng Hui sighed. In his eyes, he has always been walking his own path. No one had lived the same life as he.

Retrieving his thought, Feng Hui shook his head. In the end, becoming an Immortal was too difficult. It was no surprise that no cultivator has ever achieved this legendary realm in the entire history of the Eastern World.

Ever since his return, Feng Hui's soul was searching for a way to advance to the Immortal realm. Even with a weak fleshy body, his soul was still wholeheartedly searching for the 'correct path!' Thus, the overall time he would require to become an Immortal has never changed.

To be able to traverse the myriad worlds, Feng Hui was desperately searching. For both his little sister and himself, he had to bring his mother back to their side.

Moments later, Feng Hui cast another portal to return to his little sister's side. Having returned their home to its previous glory, he eagerly wanted to show her!