224: Goodbye Rongrong, go home soon!

A few days later, inside Heaven Dou City, as the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, it was naturally extremely lively.

Qian Feng used his own Martial Soul power to simply disguise himself, so as not to cause too much commotion.

He actually wanted to return to Spirit City immediately, but felt a little guilty in his heart. Qian Feng was more worried about how long had passed since he left the Continent?

He had forgotten to ask earlier in the Star Dou Great Forest, as it was difficult to see any changes in time from the appearance of the soul beasts.

"Forget it, since I'm already back, a few more days won't matter. I'll go see Rongrong and Qing He, prepare some gifts, and then return to Spirit City." Qian Feng sighed, actually feeling a bit scared about returning to Spirit Hall.

He had always been worried that if he had been away for ten or twenty years, would his children still recognize him?

With an uneasy and conflicted heart, this strong person who had fought alone in the Divine Realm actually felt a bit of worry and fear.

Qian Feng shook his head and finally chose a relatively lively restaurant, stepping inside.

"Young man, what would you like to eat?" The waiter chuckled. Qian Feng stopped him and asked, "I don't have soul coins on me, I just came to ask about something."

The young man was startled upon hearing this, then looked around and saw that business was just average today. It wouldn't hurt to chat for a bit, so he nodded and gestured for Qian Feng to sit down:

"Have a seat, young man. What I, Ah Cai, like most is chatting with people! It's not busy now, so just ask whatever you want! I'm really well-informed."

"How long has it been since Qian Feng went to the Divine Realm?!" Qian Feng asked. The latter was so startled he fell off his chair, then quickly stepped forward, covered Qian Feng's mouth, and shook his head:

"You kid! Speak properly! Can you just call out Great Emperor Qian Feng's name? Remember to add Emperor, understand?! Look over there, and you'll know how Great Emperor Qian Feng should be respected."

Qian Feng glanced at the other person in surprise, then followed the direction of his finger. He saw a wooden statue enshrined on the counter, holding a long sword pointing forward. It had sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, its left hand behind its back, and its robe was elegant and lifelike.

"Uh..." Qian Feng scratched his head, shaking it helplessly. How did he end up being enshrined?

"Young man, you need to be careful with your words in the future, understand? Oh right, I almost forgot your question, let me think..."

"Great Emperor Qian Feng left the Continent, it's been about... three years, right?"

"Three years..." Qian Feng felt slightly relieved in his heart. After exhaling a murky breath, he stood up, nodded, patted him, and said thanks, "Thank you, waiter."

"Oh dear~ Just be careful when referring to Great Emperor Qian Feng's name from now on. Come visit our restaurant when you have time!!"

Qian Feng left the restaurant. Before leaving, he glanced at the restaurant's name and silently remembered it in his heart.

Now at ninety-nine levels, and with no one able to detect his Martial Soul power, he naturally entered the palace with ease, specifically to avoid causing too much commotion.

As night fell, the palace was silent. Qian Feng flew in the air, saw a brightly lit sleeping quarters, and immediately floated down.

With just a slight perception, he could detect the Martial Soul power within.

"This is Rongrong's Martial Soul power, right?" Qian Feng shook his head. He didn't push the door open rashly, but instead knocked a few times outside.

"Didn't I say? I don't need dinner. If you bother me again, be careful, I will punish you!" Ning Rongrong's voice carried a hint of anger, but it was still as clear as a silver bell, just like before.

"It's me, Rongrong." Qian Feng smiled slightly and said softly.

As his voice fell, after a moment of silence inside, the woman's hurried footsteps were heard. She pulled open the door, looked at the familiar young man standing close by, stumbled back a few steps, and whispered in shock:

"Qian... Qian Feng?"

"Rongrong, why are you still busy so late at night?" Qian Feng shook his head and looked at her in surprise. With tears in her eyes, she immediately knelt down:

"Qian Feng! Please save Qing He!"

"Hmm? What's wrong..." Qian Feng stepped forward to help Ning Rongrong up. She was wearing luxurious light gauze and had a graceful demeanor, but the surprise in her eyes was completely undisguised. She quickly said:

"Half a year ago, Qing He suddenly fell ill. No one has been able to treat him for the past six months. It was useless even going to Spirit Hall, so I've been handling these important state affairs."

"No rush, take me to see him." Qian Feng patted Ning Rongrong's shoulder, and the two walked inside.

A moment later, in the sleeping quarters in the back garden, Xue Qinghe lay on the bed, looking haggard and weak. Hearing footsteps, he quickly turned his head to look:

"Rongrong, is that... Qian Feng?!"

"You're back!" He dragged his tired body and immediately wanted to get up to greet Qian Feng, but the latter flashed and pressed him down. As Martial Soul power entered his body, Qian Feng shook his head a moment later and said:

"It's not a big problem, just leave it to me."

"Really?! Thank you, Qian Feng!" Ning Rongrong exclaimed in surprise, quickly came to Xue Qinghe's side, squatted down, and looked at him with concern.

Qian Feng smiled slightly, looking at the deep affection between the couple. He missed Bing'er and the others even more in his heart, but before that, he had to handle everything first.

A ball of Golden Lightning floated up from his left hand, containing all his divine power.

Then, he casually sent a wisp of divine power flying towards Xue Qinghe, and Xue Qinghe's complexion immediately became rosy.

"Rest for another day or two, and you'll recover completely." Qian Feng nodded and said nonchalantly, while also being very satisfied with the ball of divine power he had condensed.

With this thing, he could restrain the soul beast forests in the future, and at the same time, allow them to live better lives.

"Thank you very much." Xue Qinghe's complexion was rosy, and his voice was much stronger. He sat up with Ning Rongrong's help and said with a smile.

"Qian Feng, it seems you've resolved the matter of Disaster Ancestor?"

"Naturally, there will be no more danger on the Continent in the future." Qian Feng nodded. After thinking about it, there was no need to tell them about the destruction of the Divine Realm.

"Mm-hmm, that's good. Next, you'll be returning to Spirit Hall, right? Do you want to announce your return to the world?" Xue Qinghe chuckled, "You are now an idol to the people on the Continent."

"No need, there's no need to cause too much commotion. It's better to wait a while as time passes. I can't show my face, I'm not used to scenes with too many people." Qian Feng quickly waved his hand. After chatting with Xue Qinghe and his wife for a while, he decided to rest for one night and set off for Spirit Hall tomorrow.

Of course, before leaving, he also told Ning Rongrong the name of the restaurant where the waiter worked, troubling her to reward him with some gold soul coins.

Such a small matter naturally didn't require much explanation.

The next morning, Ning Rongrong came to Qian Feng's door, intending to invite him to eat together. Pushing open the slightly ajar door, she found that his figure was already gone from inside; it seemed he had left early.

"Bing'er and the others must really miss you."