Chapter 8
Feng Chiyue had no idea that she had disrupted the marriage alliance between the West Sea and the East Sea, and had even affected the Four Seas Alliance.
She went to the courtyard where the immortals of the Dragon Cauldron Palace resided, her arms full of treasures. After a quick glance around, she pulled out a female immortal who looked pleasing to the eye and seemed skilled. Without a word, she whisked the woman away. Thinking too much would only give her a headache, and the process wasn’t important – she preferred to focus on the results.
If Ming Jian Su knew about this, she would definitely have something to say. But Ming Jian Su was nowhere to be found. She had promised to stay by her side, but she turned out to be a liar. What right did she have to judge Feng Chiyue’s actions? She didn’t care about right or wrong. Anyone who stood in her way could just die. After all, no one cared about her anymore.
The female immortal, who had been abruptly captured by Feng Chiyue, was named Chang Huai. Faced with the overwhelming aura of the Phoenix, she felt as insignificant as an ant. She didn’t dare to move, her gaze fixed on the hem of the vibrant red dress. It wasn’t until they reached Dong’e Mountain that she snapped out of her daze, stealing glances at the plants and trees in front of the palace.
“Master!” Zhu Wan breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Feng Chiyue unharmed. Heaven knew how nervous she had been when she discovered Feng Chiyue was gone. In the past, when her own Master was still around, Feng Chiyue wouldn’t even step out of the palace, even going out to play on the swings required coaxing and carrying from her Master. Zhu Wan used to secretly despise Feng Chiyue’s laziness, but now she wished that she was truly bedridden.
But Zhu Wan’s relief was short-lived. When she saw the female immortal being deposited in front of her, her smile froze on her face. Her eyelids twitched violently, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably. The female immortal was dressed in a simple, light blue Daoist robe, her hair in a Daoist bun fastened with a wooden hairpin. On her waist hung a jade tag inscribed with the character “Cauldron.” If she wasn’t mistaken, this was from the Dragon Cauldron Palace, wasn’t it? “M-Master?” Zhu Wan stammered, her tongue tied in knots.
Feng Chiyue glanced at Zhu Wan. “I borrowed her from the Dragon Cauldron Palace.”
“Borrowed” or “abducted”? Zhu Wan felt dizzy. If she stayed on Dong’e Mountain any longer, she feared she would die young!
Feng Chiyue waved her hand, tossing a Qiankun bag to Chang Huai. Then, she took out her precious black box and pointed at Chang Huai. “Fix it.”
As the opening of the Qiankun bag loosened, the dazzling dragon scales inside stunned Chang Huai. There were silver, black, gold – all kinds. Even the Dragon Cauldron Palace didn’t have such a vast inventory. Unable to resist, she reached out and touched them. Besides the scales, she also saw neatly bundled dragon tendons and even dragon bones… Could this Master have raided a dragon tomb? It took a while for Chang Huai to tear herself away from the mesmerizing sight and turn her attention to the ordinary-looking black box.
Feng Chiyue asked impatiently, “What? Can’t you fix it?”
“It’s not that.” Chang Huai shook her head and said earnestly, “I’m missing some materials.”
Feng Chiyue lowered her eyelashes and asked Zhu Wan, “Were there any phoenix feathers among the things sent from Phoenix Mountain?”
Zhu Wan nodded. “Yes.”
Chang Huai added, “I also need fire.” She looked at Feng Chiyue. “How about I take these back to the Dragon Cauldron Palace?”
At the thought of the black box leaving her sight, a wave of anger surged through Feng Chiyue like a volcanic eruption. The smile vanished from her face, replaced by an oppressive aura that pressed down on both Zhu Wan and Chang Huai, making them dizzy and nearly forcing them to their knees.
Chang Huai hurriedly said, “We don’t have to go. Phoenix fire can be used in place of earth fire.” She muttered to herself, Feng Chiyue’s true form is a phoenix, she couldn’t possibly lack a bit of phoenix fire, right?
Feng Chiyue frowned. “Besides phoenix fire?”
Chang Huai replied, “Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, Chongming, Bifang… as long as it’s from the Eight Lineages of the Feathered Race, it can replace earth fire.” The Eight Lineages of the Feathered Race referred to the Phoenix, Azure Dragon, Mandarin Duck, Chongming(Mytical Bird), Vermilion Bird, Golden Pheasant, Swan Goose, and Bifang.
A thousand years ago, they were all under the rule of the Phoenix Sovereign. However, after the “Fall of the Phoenix”, Phoenix Mountain was divided. The Vermilion Bird, Golden Pheasant, Swan Goose, and Bifang broke away from the Phoenix and occupied the ancestral land of the Phoenix race, Danxue Mountain. They were close to the Heavenly Emperor, and their situation was completely different from the four races in Phoenix Mountain.
Feng Chiyue smiled at Chang Huai. “Then let’s use Vermilion Bird fire.”
Chang Huai’s eyelids twitched. The Vermilion Bird lineage was extremely powerful now. Their leader, Chang Li, was the South Fire Lord, one of the Four Generals of the Heavenly Court. Touching the Vermilion Bird was equivalent to declaring war on the South Fire Lord. Phoenix Mountain had hated the Vermilion Bird for a thousand years, but they still hadn’t made a move. Could this Master be delusional, thinking she could just ask the Vermilion Bird to provide fire?
Zhu Wan also thought that Feng Chiyue was daydreaming. She stared at Feng Chiyue, afraid that she would disappear in the blink of an eye and cause more trouble. Their relationship with the various departments of the Heavenly Court was already delicate, did they really need to offend everyone? She didn’t expect Feng Chiyue to offer her own phoenix fire. An idea came to mind, and she resignedly said, “I’ll go ask Master Feng Yao for help.”
Feng Chiyue didn’t answer. She crossed her arms and asked, “Do you have a grudge against any Vermilion Birds?”
Zhu Wan shook her head. “No.” She was always cautious in her actions, how could she possibly make enemies? If she had to say, it was Feng Chiyue who had attracted all the trouble.
Feng Chiyue smiled and said gently, “Think again.”
Zhu Wan: “…” There was no one! It wasn’t like she could just come up with a name. But when she looked up, she inadvertently met Feng Chiyue’s deep gaze. Zhu Wan felt a chill run down her spine, and goosebumps erupted all over her body. This was a demand for a name. Zhu Wan racked her brains, and a name suddenly popped into her head. It wasn’t a deep grudge, but that Vermilion Bird had once insulted her. Under Feng Chiyue’s imposing gaze, the three words “Zhu Huai Xuan” tumbled out.
Feng Chiyue nodded in satisfaction. “Very good.” With a flick of her sleeve, she turned and left.
“Master, where are you going?” Zhu Wan panicked. She regretted her words as soon as she spoke.
Feng Chiyue turned her head, her smile radiant and dazzling like a hundred flowers blooming, captivating and alluring.
But her words were not so charming.
She said, “I respect the elderly and cherish the young. I’ll avenge you.”
Zhu Wan didn’t feel the slightest bit of concern. Instead, it was as if she had been struck by lightning, her face etched with despair as if facing impending doom.
“Master, why didn’t you take Master Feng with you when you left? What am I supposed to do?” Zhu Wan muttered to herself.
—
In the Asura City.
After hiccuping, Ming Jian Su continued to watch plays on the Chaos Mirror.
In just three days, she had gotten used to being talked about. Let them talk. It wouldn’t be long before everyone forgot about her. After all, the traces of the “dead” faded with each passing day.
In the middle of a play, Ming Jian Su suddenly felt a wave of discomfort.
The “drunken stupor” she had once longed for wasn’t as enjoyable as she had imagined.
She turned off the play and instead browsed through the messages left by other immortals on the Chaos Mirror. In their spare time, everyone liked to discuss the Dao and gossip about recent events. For instance, at this moment, a wandering immortal who lived by the sea mentioned the “Four Seas Alliance.” There were many comments below, mostly left by wandering immortals from the islands in the sea.
In the past, the Dragon Palace had competed with them for the ownership of the islands, but eventually gave up due to their combined strength. But if the Four Seas Alliance was established and the water tribes joined forces to drive out the wandering immortals from the islands, the situation would become quite unfavorable.
— Good news, the marriage alliance between the West Sea and the East Sea is off. Rumor has it that the West Sea Dragon Prince was defeated by a good-for-nothing from the Immortal Realm. The East Sea Dragon Princess looked down on him and declared that she would only marry an Emperor’s daughter.
Ming Jian Su was sensitive to the words “good-for-nothing.” Her eyelids twitched, and a sense of foreboding arose in her heart. It couldn’t be… Feng Chiyue was lazy to the extreme. How could she possibly travel thousands of miles from Kunlun to the West Sea? She suppressed her chaotic thoughts and continued reading. As expected, someone who didn’t know the details asked for more information. The original commenter hesitated for a moment before vividly describing the battle that took place at sea. It was normal for conflicts to arise between immortals, but the fact that the immortal who set the West Sea ablaze was Feng Chiyue felt off.
— Perhaps the East Abode Master left her some life-saving means before her passing.
Ming Jian Su: “…”
It wasn’t me, I didn’t.
Her heart ached.
So the incident at the Supreme Palace before wasn’t Jing De Immortal Monarch lying for the sake of her seniority, but Feng Chiyue actually beating people up.
If she hadn’t faked her death, wouldn’t she still be kept in the dark? What other surprises did Feng Chiyue have in store for her?
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