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"Mother... must we go there?"

Fei Jun looked at the majestic Yundu, everything here seemed fine, endless plains of fertile fields, farmers working everywhere, and travelers on the road who appeared even more radiant than those from the Capital City.

Yet for some reason, each time he went there, he felt a strong resistance inside.

"We can only go there..." Inside the carriage, Siao Mingyue glanced outside, her stunning phoenix eyes filled with a cold hue, softening only when she looked at Fei Jun.

Fei Jun’s technique required a transformation every three years, a process that involved undergoing Nirvana, and each time, a major crisis of life and death ensued.

Only through ancient records did they know that those who inherited the Vermilion Bird legacy faced calamities with each Nirvana, one careless moment could lead to total obliteration, and Fei Jun also had the pure Golden Crow Flame in his body.

It was uncertain whether this foolish boy was extremely lucky or terribly unfortunate.

Through the years, one in a hundred from the Siao Family could inherit the domineering Golden Crow Bloodline, and in thousands of years, not one from the Fei Family had inherited the Vermilion Bird Technique, though the Four Saints Technique did not rely on bloodline, the Fei Family just had a bond with a Vermilion Bird Sorcerer from their ancestors.

Yet, this boy managed to obtain both!

Such talent and luck were enviable even to her, yet the tribulations that came with it were substantial.

The first Nirvana nearly reduced him to ashes, and had it not been for that old figure in Yundu lending a hand...

"Mother... the thing they left inside me, there must be something wrong with it."

"I know..." Siao Mingyue nodded. "Don’t be afraid. If they scheme against you, we can scheme against them too, child... Remember, this world operates on the principle of the survival of the fittest. If you don’t devour others, they will devour you.

Mother will help you. They use bait to lure you, wanting to catch you, I also want to see what they are made of. "

"Mother... Aren’t you afraid?"

"Not afraid..." Siao Mingyue smiled. "If you want to eat meat, don’t fear the loss. In this age, even if you keep your head down and graze, you cannot avoid others who come seeking you out. You can’t run away.

To live... and live well, you must not be afraid.

No matter how terrifying the thing you face, you must harbour the intention to devour it! "

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"Mother’s sword... is not meant to be used like that..."

In the Azure Dragon Hall, amid the collapsing space, chaos still reigned, but the eye of the storm had calmed.

The two individuals responsible for all this had ceased erupting with energy, but this outcome left many astounded.

Nobody expected Chen Ying to resort to a Warrior’s method at the last moment, and even more unexpected was that this sword... actually pierced directly through the opponent’s chest!

"I know..." Chen Ying looked at the other. "Princess Royale’s natural talent is unparalleled, her self-created sword technique even earned high praise from Princess Ao Zhen, lamenting that no Martial Artist in the Mortal World matches her skill. With my ability, even twenty more years of training might not suffice to truly master Princess’s sword. "

"Isn’t that so..." Lord Fei Jun laughed, coughing up a mouthful of fresh blood at his words, "Mother’s sword is indeed difficult to learn. I was so sternly supervised back then and still couldn’t pick it up. It seems it’s not that I’m too foolish; Mother’s sword... is just too difficult."

Chen Ying: "....."

"I have disappointed Mother!"

"Your Highness hasn’t disappointed Princess Royale!" Chen Ying spoke earnestly. "Those trying to control you are an immensely powerful entity. To have endured up to this point, you are, aside from our ruler, the most formidable person I’ve met."

"I never realized before, but you’re quite good at flattery... cough cough..." Fei Jun coughed again, the severe pain contorting his face, something inside him seemed to be roaring, yet unable to break free.

"When did you realize it was mine?" Fei Jun continued.

"If it were really that so-called Ancient Demon, it wouldn’t hesitate continuously, giving me chances.

" Chen Ying spoke earnestly. "It should have taken me down without giving me any chance to react from the very first moment.

Your actions, though seemingly frivolous, actually. .. intentionally went easy."

"Hahaha..." Fei Jun burst into laughter. "Mother was right, you are a girl with spiritual energy. Initially... Mother shouldn’t have overthought it, she should have let me marry you right away."

"To be esteemed by Princess and Lord Fei Jun, it’s my honor..."

Fei Jun took a deep breath. "Make your move!"

"You’re crazy!"

In urgency, that terrifying voice emerged from Fei Jun: "You and I are symbiotic, having inherited the Vermilion Bird, you are the noblest existence in this world, those ancient storages are nothing compared to a fraction of you, would you give up this opportunity?"

"But that’s not me..." Fei Jun spoke softly. "Even being so noble, if I’m manipulated by you, am I not just a high-class prisoner? What’s the point?"

"I promise you, we each control half, I will never suppress you, how about that?"

"I’d rather not...," Fei Jun shook his head, "this body of mine... is my own, no noble qualities can outweigh it!"

"Don’t you want your mother to be revived?"

"I will find a way."

"If you die, there will be nothing left!"

"Chen Qing promised my mother... since my mother trusted Chen Qing, I trust him too!"

"You lowly bastard... you..."

Boom!

Without hesitation, Chen Ying’s eyes flashed with thunder, and her long sword thrust straight into the heart meridian, carrying the sound of a thunderclap on the blade!

That force, within Fei Jun’s body, could destroy his organs meticulously in an instant...

"She wants to kill you, she will kill you!"

The voice roared unwillingly, but Fei Jun remained unmoved, closing his eyes and waiting.

Chen Ying’s eyes were relentless, and without a slight pause, her sword swirled, dreadful lightning following the movement of the blade, miraculously not shattering the opponent’s organs but targeting a specific direction instead!

Outside the Azure Dragon Hall, the Old Celestial Master sensed everything and showed a drastic change in expression for the first time, his face flickering as he couldn’t help but step towards the hall.

But just as he thought to act, a hand firmly held him back!

The Old Celestial Master looked up, and the person holding him back was none other than Zi Yue.

"What does the High Priest intend to do?"

"The Prince must not come to harm!" the Old Celestial Master said darkly, looking towards Zi Yue.

The Imperial Clan of the Ancient Demons was incomparably precious. After billions of years, only five remain, and of those awakened... now there were only Zi Yue and Zhang Xiaoyun!

Zi Yue was now unreliable, Zhang Xiaoyun was the only one whose consciousness was definitely alert; they must not fall here.

"High Priest... what are you thinking?" Zi Yue’s voice was eerily calm, "You wouldn’t be thinking of disrupting the Four Saints’ trial to save that waste?"

"Waste..." the Old Celestial Master paused, Zi Yue’s words eerily similar to Zhang Xiaoyun’s!

"The outcome is not yet decided, no action should be taken!" Zi Yue commanded.

"The Prince will die!" For the first time, the Old Celestial Master’s tone carried a hint of urgency.

"So what?" Zi Yue said coldly, "Just like with Murong Ziyi, once the outcome is decided, I will intervene!"

"How can that be the same?" Seeing Chen Ying’s sword directly targeting the Ancient Demon Worm in Fei Jun’s heart meridian, he was extremely anxious.

This situation was unlike the previous one with Murong Ziyi. In that instance, the outcome was already decided, and the Black Tortoise Spirit had chosen Bai Su, while Murong Ziyi still had breath and thus could be saved.

But this time, Chen Ying was clearly targeting the Prince; that single strike was aimed to kill him!

Once the outcome is decided, the Prince would be gone for good!

"If it’s too late, if His Highness dies..."

"Then he dies..." Zi Yue coldly cut him off.

"You..."

"What?" Zi Yue’s gaze turned piercingly cold, "Does the High Priest think there’s a problem with my decision?"

Just as the Old Celestial Master was about to retort, Zi Yue spoke, and immediately he sensed countless pairs of crimson eyes intently watching him from behind!