Chapter 2370 - 2371: I Am Not a God

The influence of Yang Fei, the number one powerhouse in the global cultivation world, took many by surprise.

In fact, ever since the Sangdao monks surrendered to Yang Fei, all the globally renowned cultivation sects have successively submitted their allegiance lists to him.

Yang Fei caused a ruckus on Sang Island, slayed the Eight Great Guardian Spirits, defeated Gui Hai with One Blade, killed the Yi He Grand Priest, and then crushed a heavy armored unit in the Arctic Icy Wasteland.

Such continuous victories were like bombs, shaking the global cultivation world and commanding the entire realm with none daring to defy him.

Yang Fei had no intentions of domination, yet those willing to submit were as numerous as clouds.

This time, Yang Fei headed to Greenworth without issuing any orders.

However, upon receiving the news, all cultivation sects sent out their elite disciples.

In the ten years since the revival of spiritual energy, many cultivators have emerged, but those who truly attained divine skills remain few.

Cultivators who could successfully establish a foundation were considered somewhat strong.

Adding up all these strong figures, there were about 400 people in total; however, only about 20 had successfully formed a core.

In Helen Palace, Helen, dressed in a palace attire long gown, had already been in the dressing room for a full hour.

Countless maids were busily attending behind Helen, helping her comb her hair.

Helen looked in the mirror at her still beautiful and pure face, without a single wrinkle, her heart pounding.

Ten years, and that man, strong and godlike, had finally returned.

Once having seen the endless sea, nothing else compares; except for the Wushan clouds, other clouds are insignificant.

After witnessing that godlike man, no other man had been able to enter Helen's heart in these ten years.

Helen gazed blankly at the mirror, recalling her moments with Yang Fei, her eyes misting over.

She had long known that such a powerful man did not belong to her.

He was like a Divine Dragon in the heavens, gazing down occasionally at the humble beings below from above the Nine Heavens.

And she, such a woman, was merely one of those beings who happened to have better luck.

Yet even so, Helen couldn't control her love and longing for Yang Fei.

Ten years, would he find me old? Have I become ugly?

Helen sat before the giant dressing mirror, looking at her full-moon-like face, her mind wandering.

She seemed like a young girl newly in love, about to meet her cherished lover, not at all like a decisive and valiant empress.

At that moment, a man in a white Zhongshan suit walked into the dressing room.

His appearance was so sudden, as if he had descended from the void.

All the makeup artists, maids, and imperial guard warriors saw this man.

Yet none dared to speak.

An intangible pressure made everyone's souls tremble, their minds blank.

Helen suddenly felt the quiet around her and turned slightly, just about to speak.

"Don't move."

At that moment, a deep male voice reached her ears, a hand gently stroking her hair.

This voice had echoed countless times in Helen's heart, and each time she awakened, it had merely been a dream.

But this time, it was so real, so vivid.

Helen blankly gazed into the mirror.

The man in the white Zhongshan suit picked up an ivory comb and gently combed her long hair, his actions filled with tenderness.

All of this seemed like a beautiful dream.

She dared not move, fearing that with a single motion, this beautiful dream would shatter like a mirror flower and water moon.

Yang Fei finished combing Helen's hair and pinned on a rose-gold tiara, smiling brightly at her in the mirror.

"Dear Helen, after ten years, you're still as beautiful as ever."

Helen couldn't hold back any longer, stood up, and threw herself into Yang Fei's arms, weeping with joy.

"Jack, you finally came back; I've missed you to death."

She placed her burning lips on Yang Fei's, and they embraced and kissed, unable to part for a long while.

At this moment, all the maids, makeup artists, and court guards snapped back to their senses.

Seeing this scene, everyone widened their eyes.

This man was exceedingly bold to have barged into the palace and dared to take liberties with the empress in broad daylight!

A squad of guards quickly rushed in.

No guns were allowed in the court, but these guards were powerful warriors in Core Formation to Divine Communication. It wouldn't make much difference if they had guns or not.

Leading them was a young boy, about ten years old, with long black hair and gray-brown eyes that sparkled under the light.

The boy held a longsword, wearing riding boots and dressed in a tight attire, charging directly at Yang Fei.

"How dare you, let go of my mother!"

The boy said as his longsword flashed through the air, stabbing towards Yang Fei's back.

Helen was lost in the joy of reuniting after a long time, her mind blank, without noticing the changes around her.

Yang Fei, however, was acutely aware of everything around him.

He held Helen, turned around, and caught the boy's longsword between his fingers, looking intently.

The boy had sharp features, a handsome countenance, and bore a seven-to-eight part resemblance to Yang Fei, his thin lips full of determination.

Yang Fei's heart was instantly filled with joy, scrutinizing the boy, "What's your name?"

The boy's swordsmanship already showed some skill, but caught between Yang Fei's fingers, it did not budge an inch, as if embedded in iron stone.

His face flushed red, the longsword quivering and twisting in his hand.

"Why do you care about my name? Let go of me!"

Yang Fei couldn't help but secretly admire the boy's exceptional martial arts talent.

A typical person's fingers would be cut off by the sword's quiver and twist; indeed, it was a clever move.

Yang Fei did indeed release his fingers, yet in the next moment, easily caught the boy's longsword again.

"Tell me your name, and I'll let go."

At this point, Helen, who was nestled in Yang Fei's arms, suddenly snapped back to reality.

"Robert, don't be rude. He is your father!"

Upon hearing this, the boy was instantly taken aback.

Yang Fei, on the other hand, laughed heartily, taking in the boy from head to toe, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"I was right. Indeed, he's of my lineage, with such fine swordsmanship."

Ten years ago, Yang Fei left Earth Space to seek the Apocalyptic Divine Sword, and Helen was already pregnant with his child.

Upon seeing this boy, Yang Fei instinctively recognized him.

The boy's face reddened, measuring Yang Fei up and down, his gaze somewhat rebellious.

"My mother said I'm the son of a god. Are you that so-called god?"

Yang Fei laughed heartily, easily snatching the longsword from his hand.

"I'm not a god; I'm your dad."

The boy only felt a tremendous shock in his wrist; despite practicing with the longsword for more than ten years, he couldn't hold onto it.

He was at a loss, both surprised and indignant.

"You don't seem like a god, more like a rogue who tricks women."

"Bullying a kid like me is no feat. If you have the guts, go spar with my master Aru!"

Hearing Robert's increasingly inappropriate words, Helen rebuked sternly.

"Silence! Who gave you the audacity to speak to your father like that!"

Yang Fei chuckled, gesturing to stop Helen.

"Tell me clearly, who is Aru?"