He knew that Ye Qingchen was a little special to the current young master, and he didn't want the young master to bear it alone.

Back in the room, Ye Qingchen locked himself in the house.

Everything that happened today kept coming back to her mind.

The three superpowerhouses at the level of transcendent gods and men seemed to be from the same place as Long Junmo. From their battles, it was obvious that there was a more powerful realm above the transcendent gods.

That touch of silver energy reappeared in front of Ye Qingchen's eyes, terrifying might, terrifying aura, brilliant light, every trace and wisp contained infinite power, killing three transcendent gods in an instant.

Ye Qingchen's breathing stagnated slightly, Rao is now, her heart is still uncontrollable and trembling. Silver energy, what kind of realm is that?

In the end, the picture was frozen in Long Junmo's arms to save her, and they met each other's eyes.

It was the closest they had ever been to each other, and she could even smell the crispness of his body and hear the sound of his powerful heartbeat.

Ye Qingchen grabbed the quilt with both hands, and his bones turned white. She didn't know how to describe how she felt. It does not exclude, nor does it sink into it. But in his arms, she felt a sense of security for the first time, as if as long as she was in his arms, let the storm and the world turn upside down, it would not affect her in the slightest.

"Heh~" Ye Qingchen laughed at himself. How can that person not be safe in his arms if he is strong in cultivation and noble in status, standing on the top of the world, stepping on the sky, and looking at the common people?

What about her?

It's just a lonely soul from another world, and I don't even know who my biological parents are. The status is humble and the strength is low. Between them, separated by a huge chasm, they are not people of the same world after all.

Ye Qingchen's long eyelashes fanned gently, like butterfly wings, covering the gloom under his eyes.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Ye Qingchen abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart, sat cross-legged, and forced himself to sink into cultivation.

There are no years of practice, and three days have passed unconsciously.

In the past three days, the waves caused by the battle of the transcendent gods and men in the depths of the Thorn Mountain have evolved into a tsunami in the past few days, sweeping the entire Cangzhou City, and almost everyone knows about it.

Before this, except for those highly respected elders in the Cangzhou Academy, as well as the heads of several major families, the rest of the people didn't know that there was a legendary realm above the sage.

The Transcendent Three Realms: the Sage, the Emperor, and the God-Man.

It turned out that the sages who had been over-mythologized in the past were just the last of the three transcendent realms, which made people feel emotional.

"Hey, have you heard? In the Thorn Mountain, three old men have descended, all of them are cultivators of transcendent gods, I heard some disciples of the academy say, these three people have a childish face, their strength is extremely strong, and the power of luck on their bodies is said to be hundreds of zhang high! Terrible, it's terrifying!"

"What's so powerful? Is it the man in red? I heard that although he doesn't have spiritual power to transform into wings, and he doesn't have the brilliance of luck power, but he killed three transcendent gods in an instant with the power of one person. That's what makes it scary!"

"What? With the power of one person, kill three peerless powerhouses in the realm of gods and men in seconds?

"Yes, it's so tough that it's perverted! I heard people say that his spiritual power was azure at the beginning, and then it turned into silver, I don't know what realm it is, anyway, after the transformation of spiritual power, he killed three people in one move!"

"It's a pity to think about it, I can't see it, it's a pity for life!"

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Walking on the streets of Cangzhou City, conversations like this are endless. It is no exaggeration to say that more than 90% of the people in the entire Cangzhou City were discussing the earth-shattering legendary battle three days ago after tea and dinner.

The topic is hot, and it is even more hot than the movement of Ye Qingchen in the admission assessment of Cangzhou University and the movement of Yunshulou at the flower-viewing feast.

Ye Qingchen walked absentmindedly on the street. She had just come out of Thorn Mountain, and she hadn't seen Long Junmo and Mo Feijian, so she was a little depressed.

Her ears were filled with chaotic discussions, but her heart couldn't help but sink.

For some reason, she inexplicably had a bad premonition.

Seeing that he was about to return to Ye Mansion, Ye Qingchen simply turned around and walked in the direction of Cangzhou Academy.

The mountain behind the school is remote, and it is still a short walk away from the main area of the school. Therefore, even in the daytime, there are few people.

What happened a few days ago changed Ye Qingchen's state of mind somewhat, and then he retreated for three days, accumulated some words, wanted to find someone to talk to, and asked for some experience by the way, thinking about it, I still felt that Yun Qianye was also a teacher and a friend, and had rich experience, which was the most appropriate.

Ye Qingchen bypassed the winding path, and before he reached the foot of the back mountain, he saw a figure standing under an ancient tree next to the back mountain from a distance.