229: Low-grade holy formation: Without me, this family would probably be broken up!

From her perspective, a dragon head totem, red with blue highlights and a golden base, was firmly imprinted there.

This dragon head totem and the one on Wang Feng were not just similar; they were identical.

Jiang Hanxi was already intimately familiar with this dragon head totem; she could even pinpoint any slight difference.

That was because Wang Feng, the exhibitionist, had taken off his clothes countless times and pranced around in front of her wearing only big floral pants.

But Jiang Hanxi still didn't want to believe it. Her spiritual sense slowly reached out and touched the dragon head totem, and a burst of ice spiritual power instantly surged into it.

Inside Wang Feng's body, the little dragon suddenly felt a familiar aura and cried out in surprise, "Mother!"

Hearing that extremely familiar voice, Jiang Hanxi was stunned. She had no choice but to believe that this was Wang Feng's eighth life!

"Ding, emperor corpse return progress: 50%."

Unfortunately, Wang Feng was currently sleeping like a dead pig, hugging Jiang Hanxi's thigh, his mouth smacking as if he was eating something.

"Wh-why..."

Listening to that familiar child's voice, Jiang Hanxi felt her spiritual sense waver, as if it was about to shatter at any moment.

Jiang Hanxi ignored the familiar, soft, childish voice coming from within the emperor corpse, her heart trembling uncontrollably.

"Is he... playing... with me?"

Jiang Hanxi lowered her head and murmured blankly to herself, her spiritual sense returning to her body.

Looking at Wang Feng's head resting on her thigh, she raised her slender hand... and brought it down!

She couldn't do it! ...She couldn't bring herself to do it...

Jiang Hanxi's palm gently covered his handsome face, caressing it twice. Her heart felt a suffocating tightness.

At this moment, Jiang Hanxi just wanted to leave immediately and never see Wang Feng again.

Looking at the delicate red string on her wrist, Jiang Hanxi felt her face warm and itch slightly, and her breathing became uneven.

She raised her hand to wipe it, ignoring the dampness on the back of her hand, and reached out to pry open Wang Feng's hands that were wrapped around her leg.

"Let go!"

Jiang Hanxi's voice was icy cold, her aura fierce, as if she was about to erupt at any moment.

Drunken Wang Feng had no idea what 'let go' meant. He just felt that the object in his arms was fragrant, soft, and warm, making it very comfortable to hold.

Jiang Hanxi reached out her hand and, with effort, pried Wang Feng's fingers open one by one, then stood up and flashed away.

Wang Feng was left lying on the ground, dazed and sleeping soundly.

Jiang Hanxi tried her best to calm her suppressed emotions, turned, and walked towards the formation barrier.

She drew her Cold Sword and thrust it heavily, without holding back, as if venting her anger.

Why did that bastard lie to her!

Why, after dying so many times, did he still approach her!?

A wave of bitterness and dullness washed over Jiang Hanxi, as if her entire heart was being squeezed by a hand.

The tip of the Cold Sword collided with the barrier, and with a "boom!" a ripple of white light exploded outwards.

For a moment, Jiang Hanxi felt her soul vibrate, dizzy and disoriented, her consciousness unclear as she shook her throbbing head.

Jiang Hanxi couldn't stand steadily and swayed to the ground. She quickly sat cross-legged and began to stabilize her trembling soul.

The barrier, however, only rippled once before disappearing, completely unharmed.

This was the formation Wang Feng had carefully selected.

It was specifically designed to guard against the remnant soul of Emperor Huan Tian, causing strong counter-damage to the soul.

After all, he was an Emperor in the past, not to be underestimated.

It was just unexpected that it now served as a great aid in restraining Jiang Hanxi.

And it was this shock of reflected damage that caused the deeply sleeping Wang Feng nearby to suddenly feel a splitting headache.

Already dizzy from being drunk, this jolt made him lie on the ground, clutching his head and letting out a howl:

"Ah!!!"

He was the master of the formation, and in this situation, it should perhaps be called: backlash!

Because he wasn't concentrating on controlling the formation and due to being drunk, the barrier was attacked from the inside.

Thus, he suffered an extremely strong backlash, and the soul in his mind trembled ceaselessly.

Hearing the miserable cry from not far away, Jiang Hanxi's heart jolted in panic, and she instantly forgot everything else.

Ignoring her vibrating soul, she stood up and staggered towards Wang Feng.

"Ah!... !"

Wang Feng was rolling on the ground, clutching his head. The combination of drunkenness and a splitting headache was extremely uncomfortable.

Moreover, this Saint-Rank Formation was already the limit of what he could control, and this backlash was magnified.

His entire face gradually turned pale, and his lips slowly began to whiten.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!! What the hell is this!!"

Wang Feng suddenly opened his bloodshot, crimson eyes, which were aching. He clutched his head and stared blankly upwards.

He was completely clueless about the current situation, only feeling a throbbing in his head.

Suddenly, Wang Feng's vision went black, and his entire trembling body fell into a warm embrace.

"I'm... I'm sorry, I didn't think it would be like this..."

A gentle, cold, and slightly hoarse voice echoed in Wang Feng's ears, trying to soothe him with a gentle tone.

But Wang Feng only felt his head throbbing intensely, unable to hear anything, and thrashed wildly in Jiang Hanxi's arms.

After a while, Wang Feng slowly stopped moving. Jiang Hanxi anxiously checked his condition.

Fortunately... fortunately, he had only fainted...

Jiang Hanxi felt much more at ease. Her eyes were red as she looked at Wang Feng, feeling a sense of weariness and helplessness.

Gazing at Wang Feng lying quietly in her arms, Jiang Hanxi resented him for why he had to lie to her!?

Jiang Hanxi had thought that ever since she learned about his sixth life, Wang Feng had no other secrets from her.

But she never expected that he was still lying to her. Was he planning to wait until she fell in love with him, then stab her to death with a sword?

To achieve the so-called... heart-piercing attack...?

.......

Outside the barrier.

Huan Tianying, who had been feigning sleep, was now happily watching the fluctuating fiery-golden barrier, a smile never leaving her lips.

"Hehehe~, are these two little husband and wife fighting inside?"

"I wonder if my little successor~ can handle it, hope he doesn't get messed up..."

Huan Tianying's purple-pink pupils watched the barrier, the amusement in her eyes impossible to hide.

"Sigh~, what a pity, I really want to go in and watch, sigh~"

Huan Tianying, bored, lay back down on the luxurious bed and looked at the sparkling ceiling, inevitably thinking of her long-dead beloved.

Perhaps... I should capture that man who resembles Lin Lang?

Huan Tianying had thought this countless times, but then she disliked that the man wasn't the real Lin Lang.

Just looking at him would be enough...

No, no!

Huan Tianying's countless thoughts intertwined wildly, clashing together, her mind somewhat confused as she pondered whether or not to capture him.

After a long while, Huan Tianying's lips curved slightly, as if she had thought of something. Then she lay down bored and continued to sleep...