Instead of deliberately resisting these emotions, Long Haochen allowed them to erupt completely. He simply felt their presence, and the torment in his heart gradually faded with the passage of time and the constant absorption of light elements. He didn’t know how long it took, but he finally entered a meditative state.

Ya Ting, sitting behind Long Haochen, felt the changes in him most clearly. As a light elemental spirit, her affinity for light elements was unmatched in this world, because she herself could be said to be a form of light element.

When Long Haochen first started cultivating, Ya Ting perceived that he was simply absorbing light elements silently. But as he calmed down and truly entered a meditative state, Long Haochen appeared completely transparent in Ya Ting’s eyes. With each long breath, he seemed to enter the Radiant Body. The light elements Ya Ting helped him attract were starting to become insufficient for his absorption.

You must know that after merging with the Holy Attraction Spiritual Furnace, Ya Ting also had the ability to nurture light elements. The light elements filtered by her were not only extremely pure but also highly concentrated. Under these circumstances, Long Haochen could still absorb them at such an astonishing rate. This was almost a speed at which his inner spiritual power increased with every breath!

This was the benefit of a Brightness God’s Chosen maintaining a clear and transparent heart. Only Long Haochen, with a heart free of impurities, could receive the greatest favor from the Goddess of Light. The light elements would be honored to enter his body, so how could his cultivation speed not be fast?

In this warm light element, Long Haochen gradually immersed himself, and immersed himself very deeply. He gradually put down all the burdens in his heart and concentrated all his spirit on the comprehension of light elements. The transparency of his body became more and more obvious, and even Yang Haohan, observing him through the crystal ball, could gradually feel it.

However, this Divine Knight of Defense and Overall Planning could not observe Long Haochen here for a long time. With the great war imminent, he had more things to deal with.

This month was called the Blood Moon of the Holy Magic Continent in later records.

The hatred between the demons and humans, accumulated for thousands of years, finally erupted in full force. The six major fortresses were the main battlefields, with the demons attacking and the Temple Alliance defending.

It is said that from any of the main battlefields, looking down from the high altitude, one could see a bloody mist soaring into the sky.

This was a meat grinder-like war. From the perspective of offense and defense, the demons suffered far greater losses than the humans. However, the number of demons was also much larger than that of humans.

At the beginning of the war, human defensive equipment played a great role, causing great damage to the demons. But as the war progressed, the defensive equipment gradually became ruins, and what humans could rely on more was only the terrain.

This was a war between races, and there was no need for any war mobilization. Every Temple Alliance warrior who entered the battlefield defended the last territory of mankind with their blood.

Behind them were plains, and behind them were homes: the Knight Temple, the Warrior Temple, the Assassin Temple, the Mage Temple, the Priest Temple, and the Soul Temple.

No matter which temple’s strongmen, in this holy war, there were only two words in their minds: fight desperately.

Although the demons’ offensive was fierce, the will of the humans was really too tenacious. The power accumulated by the entire Temple Alliance for thousands of years also accumulated at this time. A large amount of materials and reserve troops poured into the six majestic passes one after another, and fought the demons to the death.

At this time of the holy war, which was related to the safety of the two major races, Long Haochen, as the instigator and the fuse of this holy war, was quietly cultivating in the Treasure Cave of the Knight Temple.

……Holy City, Holy Alliance Auction House.

Feng Ling’er was looking at the financial report for this month in the office. She had gradually begun to take over the various affairs of the Holy Alliance Auction House. After the start of the Holy War, the Holy Alliance Auction House also entered a state of emergency, only collecting various weapons, equipment, materials, medicinal materials, and magic crystals, but suspending all auction activities.

All the materials accumulated by the Auction House were provided to the Alliance unconditionally.

This itself was the meaning of the existence of the Holy Alliance Auction House. As the heir of the Auction House, Feng Ling’er was very clear that the Holy Alliance Auction House did not belong to her family, but to the entire Temple Alliance. Showing itself as an auction house was more to hide the strength of the Alliance itself.

With the start of the Holy War, the financial resources accumulated by the Holy Alliance Auction House also began to play a vital role. Auction houses in various places became the best suppliers of spiritual power weapons and equipment. After a rigorous extraction process, various powerful equipment, magic crystals, and even heavy weapons similar to magic crystal cannons accumulated by the Auction House were all transported to the front line.

This was wealth accumulated over thousands of years, and even Feng Ling’er herself was not entirely clear about its vastness. Because many auction houses’ warehouses in various places were secretly sealed, and the seal could only be lifted when the demons launched a great war.

Rubbing her tired eyes, Feng Ling’er leaned back in her chair, a deep worry flowing in her clear, beautiful eyes.

Could the Holy Alliance withstand it this time? The demons came too suddenly. She heard that the Demon God Emperor actually proposed that person as a condition.

He was their captain! Weren’t they at the center of the storm now?

Thinking of this, for some reason, Feng Ling’er felt her heart tighten. Vaguely, a tall figure had already appeared in her mind.

A shiny bald head, a simple and honest smile, and what she couldn’t forget most was the satisfaction that was unconsciously revealed when he looked at her.

“Is he… is he still alive?” Feng Ling’er shivered and subconsciously clenched her fair little hands.

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Just then, there was a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Feng Ling’er immediately suppressed her agitated emotions, lowered her head, and refocused her eyes on the accounts.

“Miss Ling’er, your letter.” A staff member of the Auction House pushed open the door, placed a letter on the table, and respectfully saluted before leaving.

A letter?

Feng Ling’er subconsciously picked up the letter. It was a delicate parchment scroll, with even a sealed magic mark on it. If it were forcibly opened, the mark would disappear, and the letter would be destroyed. Only a specific spell could open it.

There was a line of small characters on the scroll, also serving as a spell reminder for this type of letter.

Feng Ling’er had received many such parchment letters, but when she saw the words written on the spell reminder, she stood up excitedly.

“Call my name, little white flower. Hehe.”

“Bastard, it’s that bastard, only he would call me that. Sima Xian, you bastard. You, you’re still alive…” When she said the last few words, Feng Ling’er’s tears flowed uncontrollably.

In this time of war, living seemed to be the greatest happiness.

With a “ding” sound, the magic mark on the parchment letter opened, and the scroll quietly spread out.

Someone’s handwriting was not flattering, but fortunately, it was still possible to see what was written.

“Miss Ling’er, I’m sorry, I called you little white flower again. If you can see this letter, it proves that you still remember my name, Sima feels deeply honored. Tell you good news and bad news. The good news is, I am still alive, and I have returned to our Alliance. Just in Zhennan Pass, where our Priest Temple Headquarters is located. The bad news is, I am still on the front line, and our Demon Hunt Squad has temporarily disbanded. As a New Age Discipline Priest, I must guard our Temple.”

“Originally, I didn’t want to write this letter. I guess even if you can see the contents inside, you will mostly dismiss it. But this time, being able to return from the demons alive, in addition to being fortunate, whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, I unconsciously think of you. So, I couldn’t help but write this letter to you.”

“Falling in love at first sight is happy, but it is also painful. I really want to see you again, I don’t know if there will be a chance in this life. I don’t have any extravagant expectations. Whether you like me or not is not important to me at all. This letter, just treat it as a farewell. I only hope that you can live happily and joyfully in the future. Even if I am in the arms of God, I will pray for you.”

“Please rest assured, as a man who deeply likes you, Sima Xian is definitely not a coward. I will shed the last drop of blood on the battlefield. Whenever I think of it while fighting the demons, every time I kill a demon, you will be safer. My bald head is as tough as my Great Light Pill.”

Staring blankly at the letter in her hand, Feng Ling’er remained still for a long time. The tears gradually stopped flowing, and the special emotion lurking in her heart seemed to be taking root and sprouting.

Suddenly, she grabbed a piece of parchment beside her, and when she picked up the pen, she was shocked to find that her hand was shaking slightly. After finally stabilizing her emotions, she quickly wrote on the paper.

“Bastard, you know I don’t want you to call me little white flower, and you still call me that. I hate you, I hate you, you dead bald head. But if you dare to really die on the front line, I will hate you forever. You must roll back alive for me. No matter how long. Also, write back to me. If I don’t receive your next letter within three months, I will marry someone immediately and make you restless even in death.”

……In the blink of an eye, three months had passed. No one expected that the first to leave seclusion was not Long Haochen, who was obviously much stronger, but Han Yu.

In three months, Han Yu had learned all the sixth-level skills, including a large number of secret techniques. Illusion Cave was the true skill of the Knight Temple, and in this Illusion Cave, there were not only regular skills, but also the secret techniques left by the Divine Knights of past generations! Those who could enter here were all talents who had made great contributions to the Knight Temple and were being cultivated as the next generation of leaders of the Temple.

(To be continued)

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