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Having secured the Nine-colored Flower, Song Yun finally felt at ease.

With this flower, Song Yuxue won’t have to die; my sister is ultimately protected by me.

Back at the hotel in Benin, Song Yun looked at Master Bei, Juan Mao, and Little Sword God, and said earnestly, "Brothers, thank you for your help this time."

Juan Mao rolled his eyes, "You’re being too formal. I came here targeting the Sun Mercenary Group’s treasure, not to help you. Also, don’t call me Juan Mao, call me Abyss."

Master Bei and Little Sword God smiled, saying nothing more.

Song Yun instructed his men to arrange the plane, planning to return to the mainland early tomorrow. Then he turned to Juan Mao and said, "Juan Mao, would you like to come back with us?"

Juan Mao pursed his lips, "I swore I would never set foot on our land, don’t try to trick me into breaking my vow."

Song Yun nodded and said, "Alright, then I’ll find a chance to meet you at the high seas next time."

Juan Mao grinned slyly, "Hehe, I plan to seize the chaos within the Sun Mercenary Group to establish my base here and expand my territory. After all, sailing on the sea isn’t a long-term solution."

Master Bei was surprised, "Are you planning to change your business?"

Juan Mao had always been dealing in trade on the high seas, so stepping onto land meant giving up a successful business to pursue other endeavors.

Juan Mao replied, "Staying on the sea all the time has made me a bit weary; I’m not a fish after all."

Song Yun pondered and said, "But your expertise is naval warfare, landing will surely face many obstacles."

Juan Mao smiled and said to the three, "Don’t worry, I’ll make the name Abyss known here, and even if I fail, I can always sail my warship back to my own waters."

Song Yun nodded, "Wish you luck. If you need help, feel free to contact me."

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The next day, news of Boli’s disappearance spread, causing a commotion across West Africa.

This is said to be the West Africa Mercenary King; overnight, although said to be missing, who knows what might have happened to him.

The Sun Mercenary Group quickly plunged into chaos; each leader wanted to seize the position of head, splitting the group into various small factions, initiating internal conflict.

Just the base alone split into eight factions, and mercenaries guarding other territories outside raised their own flags, no longer belonging to the Sun Mercenary Group.

The Sun Mercenary Group had previously stabilized the gray areas of West Africa.

Now that the Sun Mercenary Group is finished, not just internally, other forces are also stirring, plunging the area back into chaos.

Yet no one noticed a fierce force starting from Ghana, gradually nibbling away and annexing major and minor forces, sweeping all before it.

This force is Abyss.

Early in the morning, Song Yun, Master Bei, and Little Sword God boarded a plane bound for Yanjing, while Juan Mao was too busy conquering territories to see them off.

On the plane, Little Sword God suddenly asked, "By the way, the bank card number you reported to Turison last night, I remember, isn’t yours."

Song Yun smiled, "It’s an official bank account I created for the Angel Charity Foundation back on the mainland, a public account where the daily transactions are disclosed on the website, making every income and expenditure known to everyone."

Upon hearing this, Master Bei was surprised, "Are you saying you asked Turison to transfer the money to your charity?"

"Yes."

Song Yun nodded.

Little Sword God and Master Bei exchanged a smile, saying, "You really are generous; Turison had at least several billion US Dollars, and you donated it all."

"Carrying out Lei Feng’s spirit, selfless dedication, is the duty and responsibility of us modern youth."

Song Yun’s serious demeanor left Little Sword God and Master Bei speechless.

Thirteen hours later, the plane landed at the private airport.

Little Sword God disembarked and headed straight for the civil aviation airport to continue his challenge journey in Sichuan.

"Little Sword God, don’t you plan to stay here for a few more days?"

Song Yun watched Little Sword God get into a taxi and asked.

Little Sword God replied, "I’ve arranged to challenge a senior tomorrow, I can’t break my promise."

"Alright then."

Song Yun shrugged, watching Little Sword God leave.

He turned to Master Bei and asked, "Are you leaving too?"

Master Bei replied, "I’m heading back to Taishan."

Song Yun sighed, "Ah, I am still free, why can’t you be as relaxed as me?"

"You’re not relaxed at all, busy all day protecting those around you, risking your life."

Master Bei smiled before saying his goodbyes, heading to Taishan on a plane from the private airport.

After three days of gathering, they now went their separate ways, feeling a bit nostalgic.

But he wasn’t one for romance, so he immediately boarded the Song Family’s long-awaited convoy heading to the hospital.

At the hospital, not only were the younger members of Song Family and Zhao Yan, Black Flood Dragon, present, but Song Yun’s women were also there.

Li Shishi, Xia Tian, Qingluan, Xiao Qing, Li Yueyue, Liu Ran, Hua Qingcheng, Mo Yuyao, Xu Ying, not one was missing.

Upon seeing Song Yun, they were a bit excited, but they stood quietly aside without rushing forward asking questions.

"How is it, have you found a way to heal Yuxue?"

Song Ergou quickly asked.

Everyone looked at him expectantly; he was their only hope of healing Song Yuxue.

Song Yun nodded, "Don’t worry, I’ll heal Yuxue."

On hearing this, everyone’s eyes lit up.

The world’s top-notch doctors, both Chinese and Western medicine, Song Family had sought them all out, all saying Song Yuxue was doomed.

Therefore, they could only pin their hopes on Song Yun, who went out to find the Nine-colored Flower.

"You wait outside, without my orders, don’t let anyone in."

Song Yun beckoned Xia Tian, then stepped toward the ward.

As Song Yun reached the door, he turned to Zhao Yan and said, "Zhao Yan, come in and help me."

"Okay."

Zhao Yan responded and quickly followed him into the ward.

Bang.

The ward door closed, and the people outside could only wait anxiously.

Inside the ward.

Song Yun took out the glass bottle containing the Nine-colored Flower and looked at the pretty and spiritual Nine-colored Flower. Zhao Yan was eager to ask what it was but held back.

"In a moment, you put this piece of Nine-colored Flower in your mouth and then feed it to Yuxue."

While Zhao Yan was puzzled, Song Yun turned back and instructed him. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

On the way back, he had already asked the old man how to use the Nine-colored Flower.

Due to its spiritual nature, the Nine-colored Flower needs to perceive human breath to be activated, so it must be held in the mouth.

Then the Nine-colored Flower must be fed into the patient’s mouth, once the patient ingests it, True Qi must be used to dissolve the medicinal power of the Nine-colored Flower.

Of course, the last step of dissolving the medicine with True Qi is optional. True Qi is only for quicker dissolution. Zhao Yan and Song Yuxue actually had mutual fondness for each other, but at that time Song Yun’s family needed to move to the capital, so their relationship was put on hold.

It was the first time Zhao Yan heard of this mouth-to-mouth medication method. Though confused, he nodded and said, "Alright, what else do I need to do?"