Luo Qiuyu’s eyes sparkled with disbelief as she looked on.
She said with an embarrassed laugh, "Mr. Ye, you must be joking. How could I possibly covet such a miraculous technique?"
Despite her words, the longing in the young girl’s eyes did not diminish in the slightest.
Ye Fei chuckled softly.
He said, "Go back and talk to your family’s elder."
"As long as they are willing to exchange the Cultivation Technique you ntioned earlier, I am willing to give you mine."
Upon hearing this, Luo Qiuyu instantly froze.
Exchange?
So that was his aning.
But even if it was an exchange, it didn’t seem like the two Cultivation Techniques were on the sa level at all!
At this mont, both Luo Qiuyu and Han Guang were stunned.
Bu Hongwei then laughed and said, "Qiuyu, you should just agree for now."
"Mr. Ye is not one to joke lightly. Go back and ntion it to your family’s elder."
Luo Qiuyu quickly nodded.
Of course, she couldn’t make such a decision on her own,
but if her family agreed, it would be an incredible turn of events.
Ye Fei smiled, and the matter was settled.
In fact, his desire to exchange Cultivation Techniques was quite simple.
It was to add to the Hongng dical Scripture.
The Hongng dical Scripture.
It was not written by a single individual.
This ancient dical scripture, encompassing all things, was truly miraculous.
It was gradually filled out, stroke by stroke, by its various owners through the ages.
And over the many years, Ye Fei had filled it with countless Cultivation Techniques, dical formulas, pill recipes, and the like.
But he had never recorded any of the Cultivation Techniques from Earth.
At this mont, Han Guang beca anxious.
"Um..."
"Mr. Ye!"
The large man’s face suddenly reddened.
"I also have a family Cultivation Technique inheritance; if you don’t disdain it..."
Ye Fei smiled and said, "The more, the better."
With these words, Han Guang’s tension eased.
It seed that Ye Fei was quite approachable.
Bu Hongwei laughed heartily, "See, I said it’s good to get to know each other through conflict."
"You all get along so well; I’ll treat everyone to dinner tonight, how about that?"
Luo Qiuyu quickly nodded and said, "That would be wonderful!"
She then looked expectantly at Ye Fei; the girl’s eyes were large and full of spirit.
It was not romantic admiration, but a yearning for the strength of the mighty.
Yet Ye Fei glanced at the ti and shook his head.
"My wife should be ho by now; I need to go ho for dinner, so I won’t join you."
"Director Bu, please lead out."
Once he said this, everyone lost the mood for further conversation.
Still smiling, Bu Hongwei played peacemaker and had soone escort Ye Fei out.
Luo Qiuyu was extrely curious about Ye Fei.
"Director, what’s his background?"
"How can he be so strong when we’ve never heard of him before?"
Bu Hongwei’s amiable smile instantly vanished.
All that remained was a cold harshness.
The earlier niceties were just to keep Ye Fei, a man who does not respond well to force, in check.
Bu Hongwei slowly said, "All we’ve found out is that he is a minor son-in-law of the Su Family in Tianhe."
"But with such a background, do any of you believe it?"
Han Guang was shocked, "How is that possible? Could he reach the Xiantian realm without imnse resources to support him?"
Luo Qiuyu’s gaze flickered, equally incredulous.
She said with a trembling voice, "Legends say that descendants of so hidden ancient families are sent out to experience the mortal world."
"Once they complete their rit, they return to inherit their families."
"Could it be that Ye Fei..."
Before Luo Qiuyu could finish, Bu Hongwei held up his hand to silence her.
The small room suddenly fell quiet.
The atmosphere turned a bit eerie.
Looking at Bu Hongwei’s expression, the two young people’s faces reflected even greater curiosity.
It seed they had encountered a highly distinguished person this ti.
Bu Hongwei chuckled and said, "Your task this ti is to treat Ye Fei as a friend and treat him well."
"Do not go against his wishes; he... detests disrespect above all."
With that said, the two nodded hurriedly, not daring to say more.
Ye Fei was escorted out of the Battle Departnt, but did not wait for Wang Jianglong to co pick him up.
Was he supposed to walk back?
With the streetlights dim, Ye Fei turned and walked into an alley.
Though the Battle Departnt’s facade was deliberately low-key, the surrounding district was bustling.
A street vendor shouted a few tis, and Ye Fei approached.
Bringing so food back to his wife and child seed like a good idea.
"Yo, brother! What’ll it be?"
It was a middle-aged man eking out a living, selling fried rice noodles.
"Two servings of fried rice noodles, extra spicy, please."
Ye Fei said this as he passed over a cigarette.
The man lit the cigarette, and the sll of cooking smoke rose imdiately.
The enticing aroma made Ye Fei’s stomach rumble twice.
Ye Fei laughed to himself, thinking that before embarking on a fast, he should enjoy the worldly pleasures of food.
As he watched the man stir the blackened pot, a Lamborghini drove onto the sidewalk.
A nearly bald man was driving, and a fiery woman sat next to him.
The crowded street had no room for a car,
but a roar of the engine imdiately cleared a path.
People cursed under their breath but dared not be loud.
After all, this was next to the Battle Departnt.
Who knew if it might be soone important?
On the narrow sidewalk, Ye Fei was left alone, still staring at the sizzling fried noodles.
Boom!
A press of the gas pedal.
Dust billowed.
"The guy up front! Are you blind?"
"Get out of the way!"
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