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Could it be that he really had become a tragedy? He didn't spend any money.

The sun was high in the sky and the sun was shining down. The surrounding vegetation was also lazily bowing, and only the twittering of the wind could be heard.

On top of the cliff, a robust young man was wearing only linen shorts, his long black hair draped over his back. On the cliff, a robust young man was wearing only linen shorts, his long black hair draped over his back.

What was surprising was that even though it was noon in the middle of the summer, the youth was still under the scorching sun. Sometimes he was like a fierce tiger, sometimes he was like a bear, sometimes he was like a fierce ape, sometimes he was like a deer, sometimes he was like a hawk.

On the other hand, the youth's palm strike faintly distorted the air around him, appearing to be extremely hot.

A hot wind blew past, and the black hair draped over the youth's back moved with the wind. At this moment, he had just finished a set of punches and stood up straight. His slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and two golden flames that were as dazzling as solid appeared within his golden pupils.

A few sizzling sounds could be heard. In the span of a breath, a slightly withered green tree in the distance, where two people were hugging, suddenly appeared in the middle of the tree trunk with a diameter of about half a meter.

Upon closer inspection, the large hole was slightly distorted. Dust flew into the air and scattered. It was as if it had been incinerated by flames. It was extremely strange.

"My Verdant Wood Yang Pupil has also reached the peak of the fire eye level. When paired with my Grand Sun Primordial Flame, it is truly tyrannical. If I were to fight against an enemy, hmph, even if I were at the peak of the Great Void level, I would still have the strength to fight back." The golden flames in the youth's eyes slowly faded, but his pupils were still golden. He looked at the tree that had been pierced through as he muttered to himself.

"Right now, my physical body is also about to reach the peak of the Great Void. One more step and I will be able to reach the Fierce Core realm. At that time, I will have a certain amount of confidence in going against the South Rong family." With a sudden clench of one hand, a loud sound of flames exploding rang out. The youth lightly leaped up into the air and flew off into the distance.

That's right, this person was Qingyang. Qingyang had grown up from a young man with an immature appearance to a well-built youth after three cold summers, and his strength had increased by quite a bit, even though he was still at the Spirit Refinement realm.

Right now, Qingyang's physical body was comparable to a peak Void Stage expert, and his Verdant Wood Sun Pupil had reached the peak Fiery Eyes of Truth. Just like the scene just now, he was killed instantly under the effects of Spirit Refinement.

After absorbing less than half of Di Jiang's blood essence, Qing Yang tried secretly, but the explosive acceleration within a distance of ten Zhang was like teleportation, but in a range of fifteen Zhang, one could completely teleport.

Not long after, Azure Sun landed on a large piece of open land in Azure Sun Village.

Qingyang Village was still Qingyang Village. However, it was currently bustling with new villagers. Upon seeing Qingyang float down to the ground, many villagers greeted him in a friendly manner.

To this young man who possessed tyrannical strength, the villagers held him in high esteem. According to them, "A person who can fly, even if he is not a deity, is still a Half Immortal."

Qingyang was extremely friendly to the villagers who had lived here for over a year. After all, the deathly silent Qingyang Village had become lively once again. After greeting them one by one with a faint smile, Qingyang quickly walked back to his thatched cottage.

Now, Qingyang was also known as Yang Chou, and the Dongfang family had disappeared after announcing to the public that their guest had been slaughtered. Even Yanran and Dongfang Bo Qingyang had been very careful, and had even found a human skin mask.

"Brother Qingyang, you're back?" A gorgeous lady put down the washed vegetables in her hands and ran towards Qingyang in high spirits. Needless to say, she was the Eldest Miss of the Dongfang family, Dongfang Yanran.

Other than becoming more mature and beautiful, Yanran was dressed differently from before. She was dressed in sackcloth and had a handkerchief wrapped around her head. Her sleeves were also covered in mud, making her look like a peasant woman.

Looking at the smiling Yanran in front of him, Qingyang cupped her beautiful face and gently kissed it. She said with a pained heart, "Didn't I tell you not to do these things? I'll do it when I get back. "

"These are all things I should do. Qingyang gege, Uncle Niu just brought you half a chamois. I'll cook them for you later tonight." Yanran smiled mischievously as she straightened Qingyang's clothes. She chuckled softly and said, "Brother Qingyang, let's eat."

Qingyang's heart was currently filled with happiness and joy as he looked at the sweet expression on Yanran's face. If there was no deep hatred between the Blood Sea and Yanran, it would be extremely blissful for them to continue living like this.

Yanran had only moved to Qingyang Village in recent months to live with Qingyang Village, but they shared a different room. After all, the two of them had not officially gotten married yet.

Or when Qingyang went back to visit Yanran every half a month or even every month, Yanran had thought too much and begged Dongfang Bo desperately. In the end Dongfang Bo also had no other choice but to agree and send a team of family guards to live in Qingyang Village.

Dongfang Bo wasn't at ease either. He personally sent Yanran to Qingyang Village and stayed for two days before returning to Dongan Prefecture. He even repeatedly reminded Qingyang to not act excessively before marriage! However, this caused Qingyang to be rendered speechless by their helplessness.

In these three years, things had changed a lot, but there were also many things that hadn't changed. For example, the annihilation of the Azure Sun Village was something that the Dongfang family hadn't been able to accomplish in these three years even though they had used all sorts of methods.

Currently, Qingyang had yet to make any movements. He, who had gradually calmed down, was like a ferocious beast hidden in the dense forest, calmly guarding. He waited until his prey entered his line of sight before pouncing over to kill it.

"There is going to be a competition for the Medicinal Board in another half a month. Elder brother Qingyang, are you still going to participate?" She held the bowl and chopsticks in her hands as she asked Qingyang.

The competition for the Alchemy List was indeed a little different from the norm. It did not restrict the alchemists from refining a certain type of medicinal pill, rather, it allowed the alchemists to freely refine the medicinal pill.

"Mn, of course I'll go. Three years ago, the chaos caused by the throne caused the competition to be delayed for over two years. Now, it's normal to go." Qingyang replied with a smile as he picked up a piece of musk deer meat for Yanran.

However, thinking back to the chaos that had occurred three years ago when he had ascended to the throne, Qingyang still felt somewhat regretful. He could still vaguely remember the dignified appearance and kind eyes of the Emperor of Nangrong, Nangrong Mu. He feared that besides the Third Prince, Nangrong Lei, Qingyang also had a favorable impression of this Nangrong family.

Not long after the Dragon and Phoenix competition, the South Rong Imperial Family suddenly announced that South Rongmu was in critical danger, and within a few days, he had passed away. Besides South Rong Lei who continued to be the Prince of Carefree in everyone's eyes, the other two princes quickly began the bloody prelude to the chaos of the throne.

The two forces led by South Rong Junlong and South Rong Yanlong both jumped out of the arena. Apart from the righteous opposition, they each sent out their own experts to assassinate the ministers and generals who supported them. For a time, the capital was in a state of panic, and fires burned everywhere.

However, the Art of Emperor was also like this. As a prince, anyone would want to sit in his father's original position. How could he sit? It all depended on who was the victor, who was the villain, and who was the poisoner.

As expected of Qingyang, the person currently sitting on the dragon throne was the sinister Second Prince, Nalan Yanlong. Even Dongfang Bo originally believed that Nannan Yanlong would definitely inherit the throne, not only because of his scheming mind and shrewdness, but also because he knew how to endure and endure.

The First Prince, Nannan Junlong, had been out fighting all year round and had quite a few generals under his command. However, he had never expected that after Nannan's death, half of the generals would actually turn to the Second Prince.

What Qingyang couldn't understand the most was that the Royal Family actually let the two princes fight each other for free. In the end, Junlong left the capital with a few soldiers. Their whereabouts were unknown, and Yenlong ascended the throne.

"Since ancient times, the Imperial Family has always been a cold and detached place. After sighing, Qingyang simply treated it as idle gossip.

"Big brother Qingyang, I've heard that Uncle Rongmu was poisoned to death by a poison." Yanran suddenly whispered into Qingyang's ear.

"This is just the ordinary people's guess. Don't listen to the nonsense of others. Eat quickly." Qingyang said with a smile as he stuffed a bamboo shoot into Yanran's small mouth.

As he looked at Yanran's somewhat coquettish expression, Qingyang thought to himself, I'm afraid that this South Rongmu's death is just as the rumors say. It's a strange death, after all, this is the prime of his life.

"Tomorrow, I will send you back to the Dong An Manor. After the medicine list is over, I will go and fetch you back." Seeing that Qingyang had made his decision, Yanran obediently nodded her head.

He put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hands and looked at the scorching sun in the sky. Suddenly, his gaze turned fierce, "Three years. I wonder if the people from the Nan Rong family will still remember me, a small guest of the Dongfang family."