"Let's begin!" Lu Yihang said as he stretched out his hand and stopped a few centimeters away from the silver needle.

Ling Feng's eyes flickered with a crimson glow, the spiritual power that had been invisible before gradually appearing in his eyes.

What Lu Yihang needed to do was to gradually dissolve the Illusionist's Mental Bomb through the silver needle and absorb it into his own body.

The silver needle trembled continuously, silver light shooting out from it and being incessantly absorbed into Lu Yihang's body.

"Is this silver light the spiritual power left by the Illusionist?" Ling Feng frowned slightly, "Such a potent and pure force!"

Lu Yihang's expression was grave, the devouring of spiritual power consuming his mind rapidly. In less than ten minutes, his face had turned extremely pale, and his body was ready to collapse!

Illusionists are super-powered beings from the Underworld who specialize in spiritual power. Although only a trace of their power resided in Yun Hanrui's mind, this was still an arduous task for Lu Yihang.

"Lend me a helping hand!" Lu Yihang suddenly cried out then.

Ling Feng's right hand instantly pressed on Lu Yihang's back, a strong force surging into Lu Yihang's body.

With Ling Feng's support, Lu Yihang's complexion began to improve. A few minutes later, Lu Yihang withdrew his hand and removed all the silver needles from Yun Hanrui's head.

"How is it?" Ling Feng asked.

Lu Yihang gave a wry smile, "I'm sorry. The spiritual power the opponent left in Miss Yun's mind is too pure, I can only dissolve less than one tenth of it. It would have been better if my master were here!"

A hint of disappointment appeared on Ling Feng's face, "When can your master return to the Dragon Group?"

Lu Yihang said helplessly, "I'm not sure, because of my illness my master had to go to the Miao Territory to seek a cure—it could take from a month to a year!"

Ling Feng deflated, he couldn't possibly wait for a month or two. The spiritual power in Yun Hanrui's mind was like a ticking bomb; the sooner it was resolved, the better!

"I can only absorb so much now!" Lu Yihang said, "However, I do have a treatment plan for Miss Yun, only..."

"Whatever the plan is, just say it!" Ling Feng said.

Lu Yihang explained, "This spiritual power is very pure, and if Miss Yun could harness it, it would greatly benefit her! However, because Miss Yun has no Cultivation, this spiritual power instead becomes a risk. I have heard that the Crown of Light from the Papal Court of Light has an amazing integrating function. If we could use the Crown of Light to assimilate the spiritual power in Miss Yun's mind into her own, that would be the best course of action, but..."

Lu Yihang did not finish the sentence. The Crown of Light was one of the symbols of the Papal Court of Light, and it could not be casually given to a Huaxia woman. Perhaps not even the Dragon King dared to ask this of the Pope!

"The Crown of Light?" Ling Feng took a deep breath, it looked like he'd have to fight through the challenges to give it a try.

Ling Feng initially wanted to send Lu Yihang back to Heavenly Medical Hospital, but Lu Yihang refused. Having Ling Feng accompany him back would surely displease Dean Sun. Fed up with seeing Dean Sun's displeased expressions, Ling Feng let Tang Fengxiao take his place in sending Lu Yihang back instead.

"Ling Feng, I'm off to be busy now; I leave this place to you!" Liu Tingyu sighed and said to Ling Feng, "You must heal Sister Yun!"

More than ten minutes passed, and Yun Hanrui slowly opened her eyes. She found herself lying on a sofa and a look of panic appeared on her face.

"You're awake?" Ling Feng said gently, "You were very tired earlier, fell asleep at the desk, so I carried you to the sofa. How do you feel now?"

Yun Hanrui breathed a sigh of relief and said with some joy, "I feel much better now. Earlier, I always felt dizzy and foggy, but now I feel much clearer. Ling Feng, thank you!"

Under the lingering gaze of Yun Hanrui, Ling Feng returned to Yan University.

Although Ling Feng and Yun Hanrui had not yet made their relationship explicit, Ling Feng already considered Yun Hanrui his woman; therefore, he felt he must resolve this hidden concern as quickly as possible.

In the Yan University campus, after about a month of interaction, Saint Di Anfu and Liu Yuwei had already established a very friendly relationship. They were almost always together, and if not for the difference in skin color, other students might even think they were long-lost siblings!

"In the medieval West, monarchs' successions required the Church's coronation. The Pope would hold the Rod of Light to bless the new monarch and personally place the crown on the monarch's head! A monarch lacking a coronation ceremony would not be recognized by the citizens!" In the elective class, the teacher was enthusiastically sharing some historical knowledge of the medieval West.

Saint Di Anfu curled her lips at what the history teacher was saying. True history would never be openly disclosed to the public! If it weren't for Liu Yuwei, she wouldn't bother attending such a boring course.

"Yuwei, have you ever seen the real Crown of Light?" Saint Di Anfu asked softly.

Liu Yuwei, surprised, said, "The Crown of Light? Is that the crown worn during the monarch's coronation?"

Saint Di Anfu nodded. "I saw it once in the historical museum at the Vatican. Though it was behind anti-theft glass, I could still feel the power and gravitas of the crown, which I think is typical of historical relics bringing a sense of the vicissitudes of life!"

"I can't believe you've actually seen the real crown!" Liu Yuwei said with interest. "Tell me, what does the crown look like?"

Saint Di Anfu took out her cellphone, opened the photo gallery, and said, "Look, this is the Crown of Light!"

On Saint Di Anfu's cellphone, a refined yet substantial crown lay quietly in the display case.

"Huh? Why does this crown give me such a familiar feeling?" Liu Yuwei, seeing the photo of the crown, had a flash of doubt in her eyes.

"Have you been to the Vatican too?" Saint Di Anfu asked in surprise. "That museum is not usually open to the public. I was lucky to have seen it just once with my father!"

Liu Yuwei shook her head. "I haven't seen it, but it indeed gives me a very familiar feeling…"

Just then, the cellphone suddenly vibrated, and a message appeared before Liu Yuwei's eyes.

Liu Yuwei was not interested in looking at Saint Di Anfu's messages, but she glanced at them inadvertently and then exclaimed in surprise, "Saint Di Anfu, you're actually in contact with my brother; are you trying to become my sister-in-law?"

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