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"The lowest layer?" Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Qingyang spoke with great difficulty, "Isn't this too … monstrous?"

Yan Ran, who was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, unleashed the lowest layer of her power. She had also almost crippled her body, which had been tempered by the Ancestral Voodoo Blood and heavenly thunder.

Even more terrifying was that the new moon was only the last technique of the moon. If so, how terrifying would its power be?

"Yeah, right now I can only barely use the new moon once. Moreover, the skill casting is quite long. If it wasn't for brother Qingyang allowing me to do so, Yanran definitely wouldn't have been able to release it." She muttered a sentence in a soft voice and spoke the truth.

Indeed, if Qingyang had not allowed Yanran to release it, it would have been easy for Qingyang to break Yanran's technique in the span of a breath given his abnormally fast speed. Qingyang heaved a sigh of relief upon thinking this; otherwise, the Grand Moon Scripture would have been too heaven-defying.

"Yanran, how many layers are there in total of this Grand Moon?" Qingyang asked softly after a moment of contemplation.

"New Moon, Crescent Moon, Full Moon. A total of three levels." Raising her head to look at Qingyang's handsome face, she gently said, "However, this Crescent Moon is not at the Sun God Realm, and there is no need to talk about Full Moon. Brother Qingyang need not be too shocked. This tyrannical killing move also has its pros and cons."

Nodding his head, Qingyang agreed with Qingyang's words. For example, taking the new moon for example, its might was truly terrifying. It could even instantly kill someone several levels higher than him.

However, its drawbacks were also obvious. The casting time was too long, and in any battle of life and death, the enemy would not allow Yanran to cast "Lunar Moon" as freely as Qingyang did.

Moreover, releasing the crescent moon caused the Lunar energy in Yanran's body to almost empty, causing her to fall into a deep slumber. If her attack did not hit, then the one who would die would most likely be Yanran.

"In the future, do not use this move so easily. Otherwise, once you are exhausted or have met an extremely fast opponent, you will be in danger." After some thought, Qingyang warned with a solemn expression.

Yan Ran was naturally aware of this when she heard this. If it was not for her sparring with Qingyang, it was likely that she would not use this move.

"Cough cough, Qingyang, have you recovered?" As the two of them were intimately close, an extremely inharmonious voice interrupted them. They turned their heads and saw Dongfang Bo, whose face was slightly red, standing in front of the door while holding back a smile.

"Uncle Dongfang, Qingyang is fine. Please take care of yourself." With an embarrassed smile, Qingyang scratched his head and said softly.

Dongfang Bo's words caused Yanran's face to turn red, but she refused to let go of Qingyang. She only raised her head and called out to her father before burying her head in Qingyang's bosom.

Even if Dongfang Bo was present, he would still be extremely sticky to Qingyang. He did not care if there was anyone around him, although Dongfang Bo did not understand this, he still accepted it. After all, they were both sixteen years old and it was normal for them to get married at this moment.

"Qingyang, I didn't think that you would recover so quickly. You won't be able to recover in a few days without relying on any medicinal pills." After entering the room, Dongfang Bo squinted his eyes and looked at Qingyang, then said in surprise, "Oh, that's not right. This cultivation is even stronger than before. You really are a little freak."

Not denying anything, Qingyang smiled and asked, "Uncle Dongfang, what are you here for?"

Glancing at the two intimate people, Dongfang Bo jokingly scolded, "Why does it sound like you're trying to drive me away? I can't look at you if there's nothing else? "

With a mischievous chuckle, Qingyang also realized that his words were somewhat ambiguous. Immediately, he appeared embarrassed as he said: "Uncle Dongfang, how could I mean that? Just a casual question. "

With a faint smile and a shake of his head, Dongfang Bo tactfully left the room for the two, "Qingyang, when you're free, come find me in the study. There's something I need to tell you in detail."

Qingyang was also a little embarrassed when he heard this. What did "behind space" mean? Could it be a metaphor of how busy he was at the moment? Qingyang couldn't help but laugh as he lowered his head to look at Yanran in his arms.

Seeing Dongfang Bo walk out of the room, Yanran also became bolder. She didn't understand why she didn't even have a care in the world when her father was present. It was as if Qingyang was her husband who had been together for more than ten thousand years.

Qingyang naturally knew that this was due to the legacy of the Lunar Star. The Solar Star and the Lunar Star were fated to be bound together and naturally attracted each other, so he was not surprised.

The two of them chatted for another two hours after Dongfang Bo left. Seeing that Yanran hadn't rested for a few days, Qingyang's heart ached. After sending her back to her room, he went to his study room alone to listen to Dongfang Bo's words.

"Uncle Dongfang, I'm here." After pushing the door open and entering, Qingyang saw Dongfang Bo contentedly sitting on a wooden chair, holding an ancient book. When he saw Qingyang arrive, he also put down the ancient book in his hand.

"Oh, Qingyang, are you done?" Dongfang Bo teased as he smilingly looked at Qingyang.

"Uncle Dongfang, stop joking with me." Scratching his head awkwardly, Qingyang's old face reddened. "I wonder why Uncle Dongfang has called me here this time?"

Dongfang Bo naturally didn't keep teasing Qingyang. He stopped joking around and waved for Qingyang to sit down. Then, he opened his mouth and said: "The reason I called you out this time is because of your upcoming departure from Beitang."

Qingyang didn't understand what Dongfang Bo meant. Was it because Dongfang Bo wanted him to leave for Beitang City? Wasn't it just bringing the two of them with them, carrying the silver taels and sitting down with the black mane, passing by as if they were sightseeing? Could it be that they still had something to discuss?

"Uncle Dongfang, is there anything else we need to discuss about going to the North Court?" After a moment of confusion, Qingyang directly asked.

"Are you just going to ride away with the two of them?" Dongfang Bo smiled as if he had guessed what Qingyang was thinking.

"That's right, could it be that they are flying in the sky? This is way too ostentatious. " Staring at Dongfang Bo blankly, Qingyang finally replied after a long while.

"Flying? Yet, you think you can think of something like that! " After laughing and cursing, Dongfang Bo finally spoke, "The reason I called you out this time is to arrange an identity for you."

To arrange an identity for himself? Hearing this, the doubt in his heart increased. Could it be that visiting the alliance master of the Medicine Association would require some sort of identity? Was it not enough for him to become an Inner Court Alchemist in the Medicine Alliance?

"Do you really think you can enter the Beitang Country so easily and leave comfortably just because of your set of medicine concocting clothes?" After a loud laugh, Dongfang Bo continued, "Not to mention you are an inner court alchemist, even if you are only a Saint Gate alchemist, it would still be extremely inconvenient for you to travel in the Beitang Country. That's why I arranged an identity for you."