Chapter 353
Chapter 353: Sister Yi, I Miss You So Much~
Brilliant golden divine light shot through the sky. Amidst the light, countless stars twinkled, and a sacred figure vaguely appeared. Snow-white bare feet, adorned with golden rings, stepped out of the light flow. Crystal jade toes, painted with pink nail polish, touched the void, creating ripples like a deity walking on water, with golden ripples spreading through the air. From the ankles upwards, a magnificent and sacred golden long skirt shimmered. A Blazing Sun sacred radiance was imprinted between the woman’s eyebrows, and a rose-gold divine ring floated behind her head.
Upon seeing this, Yellin, Che Eunwoo, and the other Burning Heaven Cult followers knelt down in unison, respectfully murmuring, “Goddess!” Xia Feng was also caught off guard and forcibly pulled to one knee by Yellin, his head pushed down. The Eternal Day Goddess curved her beautiful, fox-like eyes with kindness, yet her gaze was indifferent. Her elegant and captivating small face held the majesty of an empress. The moment she stepped out of the light pillar, her gaze locked onto the K-Masked Man, and the corners of her straight, indifferent lips curved imperceptibly. “Rise, all of you.”
As the Golden Skirt Goddess spoke, everyone rose. Qing Xiazi bowed and presented a black cloth bag with both hands. “Goddess, this bag contains 255 obsidian and one Sky-Mending Stone Embryo. According to regulations, it must be sent back to the Burning Heaven main island immediately.” The Golden Skirt Goddess nodded indifferently, and the black bag floated into the divine light pillar and disappeared.
Seeing the black bag taken away by the Goddess, Qing Xiazi finally felt relieved. The mission was successfully completed! Such a large amount of obsidian, along with the Sky-Mending Stone Embryo—one of the crucial materials for promoting to Venerable—would yield a considerable amount of merit points. Enough for him to exchange for various spiritual materials and high-level spirit robes. Although the mission was only truly complete when the obsidian was delivered to the main island, handing it to the Goddess was essentially the same. Could the Goddess lose these treasures during teleportation? It would only happen if another god tried to snatch them, but that was impossible.
With the mission complete, he felt happy and relaxed. “Is there anything else?” the Eternal Day Goddess asked softly. “Goddess,” the K-Masked Man suddenly looked up, “I have a few important matters to report to you.” “Oh?” The light gold divine eyes shifted, and the woman turned her head to look at Xia Feng. She pondered for a moment, then turned back into the light pillar. “Follow me.” Xia Feng immediately got up and followed her in.
The light pillar blocked all perception abilities. Che Eunwoo frowned, but after a low laugh, he looked at Yellin not far away. “This distinguished guest you mentioned, is he perhaps planning to complain to the Goddess about me?” Yellin was also unsure what Xia Feng intended to do. Was he really planning to use the Goddess to get rid of Che Eunwoo? But regardless of whether this strand of the Goddess’s will could affect the real world, whether the Goddess would even grant the Holy Son Lord this favor was questionable. She didn’t think it was likely; the Goddess wasn’t the Holy Son’s mother and wouldn’t indulge his whims. Seeing Yellin remain silent, Che Eunwoo’s lips curled into a sneer. He casually twirled a silver handgun between his fingers. “Let him struggle for a while longer.”
Inside the golden light space. The Golden Skirt Goddess turned around, her divine eyes fixed on Xia Feng in the distance. Her majestic yet calm gaze gradually turned indifferent, and a coldness crept onto her lips. This foolish younger brother had become increasingly difficult to control since he was ten, especially after meeting that girl with the surname Tea at twelve, when he completely spiraled out of control. Now that he had grown up, this loss of control had only intensified. Fortunately, after such a long pursuit, she had finally caught him! However, Xia Feng’s repeated escapes, provocations, and disrespect meant she no longer intended to show him any pleasantries. She had to make this foolish brother understand—she was his master, she was, she is, and she always will be! And before that, she had to punish this foolish brother— “Sister Yi~” a choked light voice sounded, and before Gong Changyi could react, Xia Feng suddenly stepped forward and hugged her tightly.
Gong Changyi’s light gold divine eyes flickered slightly. Feeling the man bury his face in her neck, the familiar soul aura from years ago once again wafted into her senses. “Sister Yi, I miss you so much,” the man whispered in a gentle, hoarse voice, his warm breath tickling her ear as his hands wrapped around her slender waist and back, holding her tightly. The force was as if he never wanted to be separated from her again. Gong Changyi’s red lips parted slightly, the cold, displeased words stuck in her throat, and the coldness at the corner of her lips slowly receded. After a long silence, her light gold divine eyes lowered slightly, and she extended her delicate hand to rest on the man’s broad back. She closed her eyes and gradually embraced him tightly.
He had grown up! Little Feng was indeed grown up. He used to be so small, barely reaching her chest, but now he was so tall. The moment Xia Feng felt the Golden Skirt Goddess’s hand tightly clutching his back, his body instinctively wanted to tremble, but he managed to suppress it. It was a childhood trauma etched into his bones, a natural fear of this woman. When he was little, every time Sister Yi hugged him, he felt like he would be crushed by her, held so tightly that she wouldn’t let go even when he slept. Sleeping like that wasn’t very comfortable. He had protested, but to no avail. Every attempt to push her away was met with even harsher disciplinary measures. Later, he got used to it; in fact, not sleeping in her embrace made him feel uncomfortable. So, after many years, feeling this warm yet terrifying embrace again, he felt a sense of familiarity and security alongside his fear. It made him a little dazed.
Sister Yi had indeed changed a lot, a lot, extraordinarily much. However, as a strand of divine will, this divine body should be able to change shape freely. It was likely that Sister Yi had created this form herself. While his thoughts were scattered, indirectly suppressing his fear of Sister Yi, he began his masterful performance! “Sister Yi, I’ve thought it through.” He looked up at the rose-gold divine ring floating behind the Golden Skirt Goddess’s head, his cheek pressed against her side. “I’ll go to Burning Heaven Island. I won’t run anymore.” Hearing Xia Feng’s serious and earnest tone by her ear, Gong Changyi’s divine eyes gradually softened. “Really?” “Naturally!” Gong Changyi looked up, her divine eyes meeting Xia Feng’s black pupils. A gentle smile appeared on her elegant small face. She asked again, “You’re not lying to me, are you?” “I never lie.” Xia Feng’s lips showed a fawning smile. He held the woman even tighter, his large black eyes looking innocent and sincere. “Besides, Sister Yi just wants to keep me by her side and restrict my freedom. Why would I run?” — Not really! Foolish sister, once I’m done using you, I’ll have Lord Dragon God suppress you fiercely! “It’s good that you’ve thought it through.” The Golden Skirt Goddess’s soft, delicate hand gently stroked Xia Feng’s black hair, her gaze gentle. “Little Feng is indeed my good younger brother; you haven’t changed at all~” — Not really! Foolish younger brother, do you really think I’ll believe your lies again? When you enter the island, your suffering will begin!
