You call this the way of the sword?

In the Spirit Feather dungeon, the sun and moon shine together.

Larks sang on the sturdy branches, as if welcoming the arrival of the newlyweds.

They looked at each other without saying a word, their unspoken understanding unspoken.

Lin Miaoyu rested for a while, then sat up and gently gave him a kiss.

Then he hurriedly got up, quickly straightened his clothes, and rushed towards the exit.

Before leaving the instance, Lin Miaoyu looked back and smiled sweetly, her words full of tenderness.

"Farewell, senior brother."

The vortex swirled, and the birdsong ceased in the dungeon, leaving only a lingering fragrance.

Outside the instance, Qin Hongru was astonished to see Lin Miaoyu return so energetically, and asked almost unconsciously, "How come you're back so fast?"

Lin Miaoyu looked at Qin Hongru with even more surprise, then burst out laughing, "Are you crazy? How could it be so fast? What are you thinking?"

The boomerang she had thrown earlier suddenly swung back and pierced her. Qin Hongru realized she had overthought things and felt incredibly ashamed, yet also a little resentful.

"No, then why did you drag him into this? You...you...you just want to do that with him...you just want to do that?"

Lin Miaoyu didn't respond directly, but instead pursed her lips shyly and tucked in her skirt.

Qin Hongru looked down and saw that Lin Miaoyu's legs trembled slightly, as if she was powerless.

Suddenly, as if her mind had been kicked, she snapped back to reality. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she looked at Lin Miaoyu. "You, you, you...you?"

Lin Miaoyu smiled shyly and punched her with her little fist. "It's just paying interest. Oh, don't worry about it. Anyway, we won't be the closest sisters anymore."

Having said that, Qin Hongru had no choice but to believe it, even if she couldn't believe it.

This best friend I grew up with has taken off on her own.

In just those short five minutes…

In the instance, Yang Qingfeng, like Qin Hongru, was unable to recover for a long time.

It is said that women are made of water. He had never understood the reason behind this until Lin Miaoyu personally demonstrated it. He suddenly realized that it made sense.

I don't know how much time has passed.

The divine talisman vibrated faintly, and when it was opened, Lin Miaoyu's soft voice transmitted through it.

"Senior brother, they said there are other teams in the dungeon, mainly from the United States and the small island nation."

"The general idea is not to leave them any leverage, so we'll leave first. We'll report to the military and pin the blame on the demons."

"Take care of yourself, senior brother. I miss you."

The battlefield is not a safe haven; the dead and wounded are counted.

If dozens of people suddenly die in a foreign country, its military will surely know about it and investigate.

The best approach is not to respond at all, but to coordinate statements with one's own military beforehand, and to have one's own military handle any issues that arise. That is the correct solution.

Qin Hongru and the others have been experienced on the battlefield for a long time and are well-versed in the ways of the game, so it is no problem to entrust them with the aftermath.

In addition, Yang Qingfeng thought of another aspect.

Even more demons and ghosts died, and they had also destroyed a bat demon stronghold.

If they all know this, they are most likely already investigating themselves.

"Hmm... how can we escalate this?"

Yang Qingfeng picked up the pig's head mask, and suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him, releasing a sword spirit.

The sword spirit's soul body was blue and white, with visible clothes and hair, and its face was shrouded in a layer of ethereal mist.

Yang Qingfeng placed the mask on their faces, and it indeed covered the illusionary mist.

Then they took out some clothes and dressed it, wrapping it up tightly.

Then gather his hair up and put on a straw hat…

In the blink of an eye, the fully armed sword spirit no longer leaked any soul light, and looked exactly like a human swordsman wielding a special sword, almost perfect.

As Yang Qingfeng fiddled with things and made plans, he gradually came up with a comprehensive strategy.

The plan had no specific guidelines; it was simply to create chaos on the battlefield and ultimately ignite a major war.

Yang Qingfeng knew that he could already roam freely on the Pingchuan battlefield. If it weren't for the high-level strong crossing, he would be invincible. But invincibility also has its downsides.

As things stand now, all the demons and ghosts who saw him are dead, causing a loss of information.

His identity remains unrevealed, and demons and ghosts will still come knocking on his door for free, but it will be very difficult to provoke a major war.

The key to creating a situation lies in breaking it. The way to break a situation is to leave traces and spread information. However, for the long term, it is best not to reveal one's identity.

Therefore, the most effective method is to create another group of swordsmen.

"No, if we're going to do it quickly, we'll make a big splash."

"Everyone's a swordsman."

Yang Qingfeng acted on his impulse, immediately leaving the instance and crushing the teleportation crystal.

Not long after, Liu Changge received a message from Lü Yanliang.

"Yang Qingfeng has returned to the capital."

"Oh?"

"He bought hundreds of outfits from clothing stores on Chimelong Street, and also masks from roadside stalls."

Even with all his scheming, Liu Changge was somewhat taken aback by this muddled report.

He thought about it for a while and couldn't figure out Yang Qingfeng's methods, but he was certain that Yang Qingfeng liked to plan before acting and wouldn't make a move without a purpose.

Given Yang Qingfeng's inherently greedy nature, his sudden large expenditures are most likely aimed at making even more money.

At this moment, Lü Yanliang added, "I just received news that a small-scale conflict broke out in the Lingyu instance. Dozens of people from the foreign lands died, and hundreds of demons and ghosts were killed. Our side suffered no casualties."

Were we unharmed?

Liu Changge raised his left eyebrow; this record was somewhat incredible.

But this happened to be the first place he specifically asked Yang Qingfeng to go, so it couldn't be a coincidence.

"This kid...could it be that he's tasted success?"

Lu Yanliang said, "Should we ask him about the situation?"

Liu Changge frowned slightly. He turned to look at the Divine Communication Talisman, as if trying to see through Lü Yanliang's expression. However, he quickly suppressed the thought and said calmly, "No need. Those guys are looking for him right now. If you go to him now, it's like leading them the way."

Lu Yanliang pondered for a moment and said, "Are they already in Pingchuan? I haven't received any news."

Liu Changge laughed and said, "If I let you know, I wouldn't be a master. Let him be. You should also prepare yourself; the commotion he's causing won't be small."

Lu Yanliang sighed, "Those demons and ghosts, this time they can only win, they can't afford to lose. If they lose again, they'll probably really go crazy."

Liu Changge said nonchalantly, "Isn't that what you most want to see?"

Lu Yanliang hummed in agreement, then said, "Something has changed at the Arctic Ancient Battlefield. Li Qingxuan's team may be gone. If you have some free time, you can go and check on their branch."

"understood."

Liu Changge ended the communication and looked at the independent branch in front of him.

The entrance to this branch is located deep within the back mountain of the National Religion, leading to a cave dwelling of unknown location.

In front of the entrance stands a stele inscribed with only three characters: "Raise the Heavens."