Crossing the Cultivation Realm: Two Souls Coexist

Hu Qing saw Xiao Zi touching her round little belly, but her eyes kept glancing towards the kitchen.

Knowing that the little guy hadn't had enough to eat, he smiled and went to the chef inside to ask for a big bowl of steaming hot meat porridge.

Seeing this, Xiao Zi immediately perked up, put on the wide robe that almost dragged on the ground, and took steps with her short legs.

She kept calling the busy chefs "Uncle" and "Auntie" in her sweet, childish voice, her little mouth as sweet as honey.

This trick worked, and soon he had several more warm meat pies and fruits stuffed into his arms.

A sly smile of triumph appeared on her fair face, making Hu Qing and Gu Yang unable to suppress their laughter.

The two people and the dragon were enjoying their belated breakfast around the shelf when the heavy windproof curtain at the door was lifted again.

A gust of cold wind, carrying the chill of late autumn, suddenly swept in, causing everyone to instinctively wrap themselves tighter in their clothes.

Lin Feng entered, yawning widely and rubbing his sleepy eyes.

Seeing that Hu Qing and Gu Yang were already in the kitchen, he was not surprised. He went to the chef and ordered two steamed buns and a bowl of thick porridge.

Then, without any hesitation, he squeezed next to Hu Qing and placed the scalding hot bowl of porridge on the already small shelf space.

He first took a big bite of the bun, then casually glanced at Xiao Zi, who was enthusiastically munching on a meat pie, especially noticing her prominent little dragon horns.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and teased, "Oh, where did this little kid come from? He's quite a unique-looking one."

"Ah Qing, is this yours? It can't be that Gu Yang went off and messed with some girl without a word, can it?"

Gu Yang rolled his eyes at him, annoyed, and complained, "Is your perception at the Dust-Severing Stage fake? You can't even sense it when it's this close?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng put down the steamed bun in his hand, his joking expression vanished, and after carefully sensing it for a moment, astonishment and disbelief gradually appeared on his face.

He reached out, tentatively trying to touch the dragon horns on Xiao Zi's head, muttering to himself:

"No way... Do you even want people to live? You two cultivate as easily as eating and drinking, and this... Little Purple has actually transformed?! And it's only been a short time!"

Xiao Zi didn't seem to reject Lin Feng's touch, but he didn't exactly like it either. He bared his teeth and let out a "woof".

She swatted Lin Feng's finger away with her greasy little hands and continued to focus on her meat pie, as if it were the only important thing in the world.

Lin Feng suffered a series of "blows" and could only turn his grief and anger into his appetite, viciously biting the bun in his hand and drinking large mouthfuls of porridge.

It was as if they wanted to chew up and swallow all that envy, jealousy, and hatred.

A moment later, he patted his slightly bulging belly with satisfaction and let out a long sigh.

Hu Qing carefully fed Xiao Zi some warm water, wiped the grease from his mouth, and then asked casually:

"The Otherworldly Demons have temporarily retreated. As the new commander, what are your plans next?"

The ease on Lin Feng's face vanished instantly, replaced by a heavy and sorrowful expression. He gazed at the somewhat empty barracks outside the window and murmured:

"What other plans can we have? Just wait. Let's see what orders the Central Region will issue."

The losses at the barracks were devastating; over 70% of the men were killed, including Commander Li, Elder Han, and Elder Yan…

To be honest, Dongying is practically defunct now; it's questionable whether it can even retain its official status.

Gu Yang hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "How about... you come with us?"

Although following us may bring many troubles and dangers, the opportunities and rewards will absolutely exceed your expectations.

He was referring to the fragments of the sacred artifact and the various opportunities that came with them.

Lin Feng refused decisively, shaking his head with a firm and frank look in his eyes:

"Forget it. I know you mean well, but you have your own path to take, and the pressure and risks on that path are probably beyond my current capacity to bear."

I'm fine as I am now. I just want to guard the East China Sea, to guard this place that Commander Li and countless brothers risked their lives for, as long as I can. Just like Commander Li.”

His voice lowered as he mentioned Li Yan.

Mentioning Commander Li caused the atmosphere in the tent to become heavy again, which had just eased up a bit.

Everyone fell silent, with only the faint sound of the wind coming from outside the window and Xiao Zi's satisfied smacking of her lips.

At this point, the curtains began to be lifted one after another, and the surviving soldiers came in in twos and threes to eat breakfast.

The barracks finally regained some liveliness, but because Lin Feng, Hu Qing, and Gu Yang, these "big shots," were sitting there.

The soldiers seemed a bit reserved, and after taking their food, they quickly walked away to eat quietly.

Seeing that Xiao Zi had almost finished eating, Hu Qing got up, took the little guy's greasy hand, and winked at Gu Yang.

The three of them left the kitchen together, intending to look for someone in the barracks who knew how to sew, so they could make two sets of clothes that fit Xiao Zi.

It's really not good to keep him wearing this oversized, ill-fitting robe that looks like a theatrical costume.

On a crisp autumn morning, the air was chilled to the bone.

The huge barracks appeared empty, with only a few soldiers walking or standing guard in the distance.

Although most of the survivors are currently near the kitchen, these scattered figures still silently testify to the ferocity and heavy casualties of yesterday's battle.

Hu Qing and Gu Yang sighed in unison, and with mixed feelings, they wandered aimlessly around the camp with Xiao Zi, looking for soldiers or logistics personnel who knew needlework.

Just then, Little Purple, who had been curiously looking around, suddenly pointed her little finger at the sky and exclaimed excitedly, "Look! There's a shooting star!"

Hu Qing and Gu Yang were both taken aback upon hearing this, and subconsciously looked up at the sky.

Although it was early morning, the sky was already bright and the sun was shining. Where did the shooting star come from?

However, just as they were wondering, a tiny black dot flashed across the sky, shimmering with an unusual eerie light!

The black dot was moving extremely fast, and... its target was clear; it swooped straight down towards their location!

"Something's wrong!"

Gu Yang's expression changed, and he instantly stepped forward, his spiritual energy surging around him, ready to intercept.

Whatever it is, falling at that speed and trajectory is absolutely no small matter!

In the blink of an eye, the "meteor" crashed heavily onto the open ground not far from them with a strange shriek.

"boom--!"

With a muffled thud, the ground shook violently, sending up clouds of dust and grass clippings that completely enveloped the area.

Hu Qing and Gu Yang immediately covered their mouths and noses, staring warily at the center of the smoke and dust.

Seeing the surrounding tents, already teetering on the brink of collapse, completely destroyed by the shockwave, Gu Yang felt a surge of anger and prepared to settle accounts with this uninvited "guest."

However, before they could react, they heard the sound of the thick smoke from the center.

A series of cries of pain and obvious complaint came from behind, the voice sounding completely unfamiliar.

"Ouch! That hurts so much... This awful landing... My back is killing me..."

Little Purple blinked her big eyes curiously, took a deep breath, puffed out her cheeks, and blew hard towards the center of the smoke and dust—whoosh!

A powerful gust of wind suddenly appeared, instantly scattering the dust and revealing the true location of the impact point.

In the center of a not-too-deep pit, there lay... a turtle?

This turtle has a unique glassy color all over its body. Its shell is thick and has ancient patterns. It reflects a seven-colored halo under the sunlight and looks quite mysterious.

However, its current posture is quite comical—it is upside down with its four legs in the air, and its thick and sturdy shell is firmly pressed against the ground.

Four short, sturdy legs and a head frantically flailed through the air, but they couldn't flip themselves over, and they kept making whimpering noises.

"Oh dear... someone help me... I can't get it over... I'm really in big trouble now..."