"Xiao Rou, Xiao Mei, look—these are the gifts I've prepared for you."
Chu Feng pulled two long dresses from his Universe Bag. One was pale green, embroidered with willow leaves; the other was pink, adorned with peach blossoms.
These were no ordinary garments. Each was surrounded by a faint glow—one green, the other pink—and both concealed a formidable aura. They were extraordinary weapons.
Chu Feng had seized them from the Ji Imperial Clan. After returning from the Ji clan, he had given many treasures to Chu Yue and the rest of his family, but these two beautiful dresses he had kept specifically for Su Rou and Su Mei.
"I had these made especially for you. I think the green one suits Xiao Rou better—it brings out your mature elegance. The pink one suits Xiao Mei—it highlights your innocent vitality."
"I believe that when you wear these dresses, you'll look absolutely beautiful. After all, you're already so beautiful—you'd look gorgeous in anything."
"I... how I wish I could see you wearing them with my own eyes."
At this point, Chu Feng's voice choked, and his eyes reddened. They say men don't cry easily, but only because they haven't yet faced true heartbreak.
Facing these two women—who had nearly lost their lives for his sake, who had now slumbered for two full years with no telling how much longer it would last—Chu Feng's guilt tormented him endlessly. The pain cut deep into his heart.
"Wait for me. I'll come back. When you wake up, I'll take you both away with me." Finally, Chu Feng spoke those words, his face full of reluctance. He did not cry, because he refused to weep in front of the women he loved.
He had to be strong. Only through strength could he bear the weight of everything—because he was destined to carry far more than most.
So, after gazing once more with deep affection and reluctance at the two beauties, Su Rou and Su Mei, he rose to his feet and turned to leave.
Hummm~~~ But before Chu Feng had gone far, a blinding radiance suddenly erupted from behind him.
He turned to look, and his expression changed. To his shock, within the barrier that had been steadily functioning, two layers of terrifying power had suddenly surged forth.
One was scorching flame, the other was violent ice. The two intertwined, forming a wildly explosive energy that hammered against the purple barrier.
"What's going on?!" Seeing this, Chu Feng panicked immediately. His first thought was that the ice-fire bead, which had been stable, had lost control once again.
But the ice-fire bead was far beyond his ability to command. So the first thing Chu Feng did was turn around and rush off, intending to seek the Dragon Daoist's help.
Boom! But the instant he turned, a piercing roar exploded from behind. Looking back, his face changed even further—the intertwining ice-and-fire power had already shattered through the barrier and flooded the surrounding space.
"This is bad." Under these circumstances, Chu Feng could no longer leave. He felt that if the bead went completely out of control, Su Rou and Su Mei would be doomed.
Not only would they become puppets, they might be devoured entirely. So he couldn't just walk away—even if it cost him his life, he had to do something, to give Su Rou and Su Mei even the slimmest chance.
Hummm. But just as Chu Feng was about to activate the barrier technique in an attempt to contain the ice and fire, the rampaging forces began to recede on their own.
In the end, the ice and fire not only separated—they transformed into two figures. Those two figures were none other than Su Rou and Su Mei.
Only now, Su Rou's allure carried a hint of cold glamour, and Su Mei's sweetness was tinged with a spark of passion.
Most importantly, their auras had long since transcended the Xuan Martial realm—they had ascended to Heaven Martial, the second level.
"Chu Feng!" The moment Su Rou and Su Mei saw him, radiant smiles bloomed across their stunning faces.