I Can Grant Origin Powers To Anything

It was said she was here to send them off, but Han Qingxue really was just there for the farewell.

Although she had intentions, directly trying to recruit someone would be too foolish.

Han Qingxue knew she currently didn't have the qualifications to recruit these Upper Realm Grandmasters and Pavilion Masters of Martial Mansions.

At present, both parties had the same goals, so merely showing her friendliness and respect for the others was enough.

If she acted foolishly, she might inadvertently push them to the enemy's camp.

She cared for everyone thoughtfully.

She was polite and respectful to her elders, gentle and amiable to Xu Lingjun and others. Even though it was only a few words, they felt like a spring breeze and rain, moistening things silently, making everyone feel like they were the most important core she was escorting.

In fact, Xu Lingjun also had the same feeling.

It really felt like she came just for him... especially when she faced him and said...

"Cultivate well, and if you need anything, you can contact me. You're still keeping the communicator I gave you, right? That thing can also be used as a communication device, so carry it with you. As long as you need it, you can reach me. After all, if you're well, I'm well too."

Xu Lingjun was almost dumbfounded.

What does she mean, does she intend to recruit me?

Yet Han Qingxue was truly like a spring breeze, passionate but not entangling. After saying farewell to everyone and making a final bow to the elders, she turned and left.

Leaving the Pavilion Masters of the Four Great Martial Mansions to say their goodbyes.

Sun Lingli also found Xu Lingjun, with her large glasses unable to hide the reluctance and loneliness in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Xu Tongxue, when you were in danger, I couldn't do anything, couldn't help you at all."

Sun Lingli stood in front of Xu Lingjun, the parting already palpable, but she didn't know what to say.

After a brief silence, she said, "After going back, I've decided to take leave, I want to return to Qingzhou City to find my master. With my current strength, I can now cultivate many Martial Skills I wasn't qualified for before. I've realized that if I chase after you at a normal pace, I might not even see your back."

Xu Lingjun smiled, "Actually, you don't need to push yourself so hard..."

"No, I must do this because I want to protect you."

Sun Lingli's expression was serious to the utmost.

Xu Lingjun: "........."

Nearby, Zong Xiaoping couldn't help but sigh faintly, muttering, "A beauty is truly a disaster. I see that Old Xu is so handsome, yet he always likes to hang out with male friends. I used to think he was a hidden GAY; little did I expect he's low-key and has completed all the strategies without anyone noticing."

"Exactly, don't judge Old Xu by your standards. With our mortal wisdom, we can't understand just how high his level is."

Guo Zheng sighed faintly, "While we're still troubled by being single, his troubles might be choosing who to fly off with first when flying together... But Old Xu is low-key, he never brags about it... yeah, Old Xu is low-key..."

Saying this, the two embraced and bid farewell.

Though they hadn't known each other long, they fought side by side in the Miwu Ghost Forest, and now with Xu Lingjun as a mutual friend, they had formed a deep friendship.

Their relationship seemed deeper than with Xu Lingjun, as it was a comradely friendship forged through shared struggle.

Half an hour later.

The various members of the Four Great Martial Mansions boarded their respective planes.

Before leaving, Zhou Qianmo specifically sought out Liu Zhiyuan, asking him a few questions. It seemed he hadn't given up on finding his grandson's remains.

From Liu Zhiyuan's answer, it seemed that since the beginning, in the Ice Snow Realm, Zhou Qianmo had continuously dispatched people to search for his grandson's body... seemingly wanting his grandson to be laid to rest at home.

Thinking about it, an old man with no family, having lost his grandson, and his son just being humiliated, too...

It's indeed very pathetic...

Unfortunately, Xu Lingjun spent the whole time merely trying to protect himself. By this point, he felt he bore very little responsibility. Sometimes, benevolent deception and concealment are necessary.

With the roar of the plane engines.

Everyone boarded the plane, flying toward Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion.

Along the way, they changed planes.

With Liu Zhiyuan there, naturally, all routes were well arranged.

It spared them the fatigue of worry.

During the two-day return journey, the scenery grew more desolate with each passing moment... Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion was located in a remote area, and by the time they reached the most desolate place, they had arrived at Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion.

But as the air grew colder, with even the breath they exhaled carrying a faint white mist.

Xu Lingjun instead exhaled a sigh of relief.

This trip to the Imperial Capital, if talk of rich rewards, he probably gained the most.

Lin Diguang originally had hope for a great victory if at that time Han Yun City was willing to credit him with the feat of slaying Roger Sparrow.

Unfortunately, he had previously used Han Yun City, displeasing him, he schemed for a long time but gained nothing in the end.

Instead, it incurred Han Yun City's displeasure... truly a case of a failed conspiracy causing more trouble.

Zhou Qianmo, even worse, aimed for revenge but lost his son.

Wu Hongzhou's wish was so small it was almost negligible, but unfortunately, over a few mere aphrodisiac Elixirs, he ended up offending an Upper Realm Grandmaster who was also a Pavilion Master... Xu Lingjun really wondered if he could be so brazen if he knew the truth.

Who could have imagined that the only victor would be this obscure little figure, himself?

And with such fruitful gains, naturally only returning home would count as truly settled.

When Xu Lingjun's feet once again stepped onto the land of Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion, his heart instantly filled with a sense of peace.

He felt that despite staying here for only a few months, it seemed as if it had already become another home for him, a place where he felt at ease.

He took a deep breath of the dry, cold air from his hometown.

Even Liu Zhiyuan was doing the exact same thing, then they both stopped simultaneously.

Liu Zhiyuan gave a helpless smile, sighing, "I wanted to breathe in the air of the Martial Mansion, but unexpectedly got a whiff of strong beef tallow. Ah, Xu Lingjun, your father's love for you is soaked in beef tallow aroma inside and out."

Xu Lingjun replied helplessly, "That's not my dad; he's my fiancée's dad."

"Hehehehe..."

Regarding Xu Lingjun's explanation, Liu Zhiyuan dismissed it with a laugh.

Were it not for Wang Tiancheng being Xu Lingjun's dad, he feared he might not resist giving him trouble... damn it, causing his wife to gain ten pounds in just a few days; having been away a month and a half, he wasn't sure what state she'd be in by the time he returned home.

Everyone dispersed, after two days of travel, feeling rather fatigued.

Each went back to rest.

But back in their beds, despite feeling sleepy, enveloped by the rich aroma of hotpot wafting through the window cracks...

None could fall asleep, tossing and turning.

With no choice, Xu Lingjun had to give Daxiong a little night milk, then got up and went out.

And just bumped into Li Jingjun, who was about to knock on his door with her hand raised.

The two were already quite familiar now, no need for formalities, communicating with just a glance.

"Going?"

"Let's go!"

They headed off to the hotpot restaurant under the starlit sky, running into Zong Xiaoping coming out of the six-person dorm area along the way.

Now at Bei Xuanwu Martial Mansion, there was no sleep to be had until that hotpot meal was consumed.