Dragon Sovereign

As the purple glow rose, an illusionary shadow appeared. It was an extremely beautiful purple butterfly that danced gracefully. It was colorful, light, and gorgeous, as though it was drunk in a red fog.    

    

A hint of haziness appeared in the man's eyes. His explosive attack, in that instant, began to dissipate.    

    

The Violet Butterfly stood in front of her benefactor, flapping her gorgeous wings. The energy that was radiating from her began to slow when it came into contact with the purple light. When it reached her, the light around her instantly dimmed, and Ouyang Xian`er's face paled.    

    

The Purple Butterfly's wings were still flapping. At this time, the purple light became even denser.    

    

The man's attack dissipated, dissipating as Zi Die gently patted it.    

    

"What a powerful beast spirit." The man couldn't help but exclaim in praise. The blurry expression in his eyes became even more pronounced. At the same time, he let out an intimidating shout, which suddenly roused him from his stupor.    

    

His heart raced as he looked up to see a figure flying in his direction. The terrifying energy caused his heart to palpitate.    

    

Feng Batian's strength was indeed extraordinary. The man cast a glance in the direction of Ouyang Xian`er and Zhang Fan before sighing and speeding off into the distance.    

    

Feng Batian originally planned to chase after them, but after galloping for a while, he turned back. As he landed, his tiger eyes landed on the two of them.    

    

"Master, the young master is injured." There were traces of tears on Ouyang Xian`er's pale face, causing her heart to ache for him.    

    

When Feng Batian heard this, he first glanced at Ouyang Xian`er and said, "Xian`er, are you alright?"    

    

"I'm fine." Ouyang Xian`er quickly shook her head as she replied with an anxious expression, "Master, please check if the young master is alright."    

    

When Feng Batian's gaze landed on Zhang Fan, his heart trembled when he saw the pale expression on Zhang Fan's face. He didn't waste any more words and directly picked Zhang Fanheng up before quickly walking into the room.    

    

Ouyang Xian`er gritted her teeth and quickly followed him in.    

    

In the room, Feng Batian's right hand was resting on Zhang Fan's body, and the martial power in his body was sent towards Zhang Fan's body. In the room, Feng Batian's right hand was placed on Zhang Fan's body, and the martial power in his body was sent towards Zhang Fan's body.    

    

Feng Batian withdrew his right hand. His eyes revealed a strange expression. He felt that Zhang Fan's energy was a bit strange. Compared to his martial arts, it was purer, less tyrannical, and a bit gentler.    

    

Feng Batian placed the pill directly into Zhang Fan's mouth, then raised his head and looked at the anxious Ouyang Xian'er as he said with a smile on his face, "His body has suffered some serious injuries, and he has also overused the energy in his body. However, he has taken a pill now, so he should be able to recover by the second day."    

    

"Yes." Ouyang Xian`er nodded as her body swayed slightly.    

    

"Xian`er, are you alright?" Feng Ba Tian couldn't help but ask when he saw Ouyang Xian`er.    

    

"Master is fine." Ouyang Xian'er lightly shook her head.    

    

Feng Batian frowned, then said: "Xian'er, do you know who that person is?"    

    

"I don't know." Ouyang Xian`er shook her head again, her eyes reddened. "When I came, my young master was already lying on the ground. That person was even attacking my young master."    

    

"Then how did you block it?" Feng Batian was immediately stunned.    

    

"With the help of Young Master, I condensed a Martial Spirit. It was the Martial Spirit that helped me." Ouyang Xian'er's gaze once again landed on Zhang Fan. As she looked at Zhang Fan's current appearance, her eyes were filled with heartache.    

    

Feng Batian was a little surprised. If it was only a normal martial spirit, how could it resist the attack of an expert?    

    

"Xian'Er, can you show me your Martial Spirit?" Feng Batian took a deep breath and asked.    

    

Ouyang Xian`er nodded and stretched out her right hand. A gentle purple light rose and a dancing purple butterfly instantly appeared.    

    

"Butterfly …" Feng Batian was a bit dazed. Normally speaking, butterflies were just an ornamental type martial spirit with some special effects, but it was hard to imagine that such an attack could block that person's attack! His eyes flashed as he suddenly thought of something, and his expression changed.    

    

"Old master, what's wrong?" Ouyang Xian`er said as she looked puzzledly at Feng Batian.    

    

"I'm fine." Feng Batian took a deep breath and waved his hand. Then, he looked at the little girl seriously and said, "Your Martial Spirit can't be revealed under normal circumstances, okay?"    

    

Ouyang Xian`er didn't understand Feng Batian's words, but she still nodded her head.    

    

"Let's go, let Ling'er have a good rest." Feng Ba Tian looked deeply at Ouyang Xian`er once again as he softly spoke. But then, he raised his head, looked at Feng Batian with his slightly red eyes, and said: "Master, I want to take good care of young master."    

    

"Yes." Seeing how determined Ouyang Xian`er was, her expression softened as she nodded her head and said, "If you're tired, you should head back. Don't worry, Ling'er will be fine."    

    

Ouyang Xian'er nodded again. Her gaze landed on Zhang Fan as she gently walked to the side of the bed and sat down. As her beautiful eyes landed on Zhang Fan, an expression of heartache once again appeared in her eyes.    

    

Feng Batian sighed, turned around and left, closing the door at the same time.    

    

In the Feng Clan's study, Feng Batian took out a piece of cloth and a completely transparent jade pendant. On the pendant, there was a butterfly engraved on it.    

    

"I should have known." Feng Batian's eyes were filled with shock once again. He opened the cloth, and shockingly, the words Ouyang Xian`er were written on it …    

    

On the second day, when the bright and warm sunlight shone down from outside the window, Zhang Fan's body trembled as he opened his eyes.    

    

"I'm not dead yet!" Zhang Fan was stunned as he suddenly thought of something. "Xian`er!"    

    

He used both hands to prop himself up from the bed. When he saw a graceful figure lying on top of him, he gaped in shock, then exhaled deeply and smiled. She was fine. She really was fine.    

    

The image of Ouyang Xian`er risking her life to protect her suddenly appeared in his mind. His heart trembled as he gently placed his left hand on her hair and gently caressed it. It felt exceptionally smooth.    

    

"This silly girl."    

    

Zhang Fan sighed and carefully propped Ouyang Xian`er up from the bed. Afterwards, he gently shifted her body and got off the bed to gently pick her up.    

    

A soft feeling and a faint fragrance filled the air. Zhang Fan's heart couldn't help but beat faster. His face became even more gentle as he gently pulled Ouyang Xian`er onto the bed. He pulled her over to the side of the bed and covered her with a blanket.    

    

When his gaze landed on Ouyang Xian`er's face, he suddenly discovered that her countenance had turned slightly pale.    

    

"This girl must be injured."    

    

Anxiety appeared on Zhang Fan's face as he sat down on the edge of the bed and placed his hand on Ouyang Xian`er's body. The Purple Clouds Art, which had not been recovering much initially, was transferred into Ouyang Xian`er's body.    

    

The Purple Clouds Art was extremely gentle, and its healing effects were extremely effective. At this moment, Zhang Fan wanted to use the Purple Clouds Art to help Ouyang Xian`er recover from her injuries.    

    

The Purple Clouds technique indeed had a significant effect. When the Purple Clouds technique flowed through Ouyang Xian`er's body, Zhang Fan discovered that a purple light was flowing out of her body. Zhang Fan's face gradually became flushed, and at this time, Zhang Fan heaved a sigh of relief.    

    

Standing up from the bed, Zhang Fan glanced at Ouyang Xian`er. Only after seeing that her breathing was even did he finally relax a little. The best thing for this girl was for her to be fine.    

    

Opening the door, Zhang Fan walked out. The refreshing morning air was slowly approaching. He took a deep breath and circulated the faint elemental energy within his body, causing his expression to improve.    

    

Footsteps could be heard as Feng Batian walked into the small courtyard. When his gaze landed on Zhang Fan, a look of joy appeared in his eyes. He walked up to him and said, "Ling'er, you're alright!"    

    

"Yes."    

    

Seeing the worry in Feng Batian's eyes, Zhang Fan was moved.    

    

"Just who attacked you yesterday?" Feng Batian relaxed, then a sharp glint appeared in his eyes. If he had come late, Ouyang Xian`er and Zhang Fan would have definitely died here.    

    

He was truly angry. Feng Ling was his son, and he would definitely not allow him to harm his son. No matter who his son was, he would not allow him to do so …    

    

Looking at the furious Feng Batian, Zhang Fan's heart trembled once again. He took a deep breath and whispered, "At that time, he whispered in my ear that I offended the Martial Alliance. What is this Martial Alliance?"    

    

Then, a cold light flashed in his eyes as he said in a low voice: "The Martial Alliance is a sect near the Floating Cloud Country, and its strength cannot be underestimated. However, our Feng Family has never had any interaction with the Martial Alliance, so why did he say that you offended the Martial Alliance?"    

    

"I don't know either." In the face of absolute disparity, no matter how strong his attack was, it would still collapse. But on the contrary, this gap did not make him feel afraid. Instead, it made his heart want to become even stronger. "Yes."    

    

Perhaps, he would only have the strength to protect himself and his family after he became stronger.