Feng Zun Would Be Pleased!
In the dark forest, Que Sheng was growing increasingly desperate.
Once, she returned to the same spot. Twice, she returned again. Three times…
A hundred times…
A thousand times…
Countless repetitions later, Que Sheng had flown every path in the forest, yet she felt trapped in an endless loop, unable to find an exit.
She had tried altering the terrain, but even after incinerating a ten-mile radius with her fiery tornado, not a single soul in Yong’an City noticed her!
She attempted to attack the array’s barriers, but to no avail…
Now, Que Sheng sat slumped against a tree, panting heavily from exhaustion. Her snow-white face glistened with sweat, and her golden eyes reflected anxiety and despair.
She had given up struggling.
Que Sheng realized she was likely trapped in an illusionary dimension.
Here, no matter how hard she fought, breaking through the illusion was nearly impossible!
The only solutions were to wait for the array’s energy to deplete and release her, or for the caster to reveal themselves.
“Thirsty?”
A cup of hot tea was offered to the red-feathered girl.
“Ah, thank you…”
Que Sheng accepted the tea, her upbringing among the Vermilion Bird clan prompting her instinctive politeness.
After hours of struggle, her throat was parched. Without thinking, she downed the tea in one gulp.
But as she looked up, her gaze met that of a young man in moon-white robes with dark hair and an innocent smile.
In that moment, time seemed to freeze.
???!!!
Her golden eyes widened in shock while his cold eyes held a hint of amusement.
BOOM—!!!
Reacting instinctively, a terrifying fiery tornado erupted from within Que Sheng, engulfing the spot where the young man had stood in flames.
Meanwhile,
Que Sheng soared into the air on fiery wings, scanning her surroundings with heightened vigilance.
At some point,
The white-robed youth reappeared out of thin air.
“The Vermilion Bird clan’s bloodline has joined Wanmo Sect… So this young lady must have been sent by Wanmo Sect to contact Li Daoyuan?”
He Ange chuckled softly.
This illusionary array was set by Xuanque—a Divine Transformation peak illusionist. Trapping a mere Nascent Soul stage Vermilion Bird was child’s play for him.
If it were a fox demon skilled in illusions, capturing them might be difficult. But Que Sheng clearly wasn’t from a race adept at illusions.
Once caught in an illusionary realm, no matter how powerful or swift the Vermilion Bird clan’s flames were, they lost their threat if they couldn’t hit their target.
“A mere Foundation Establishment mortal dares speak of my ancestral bloodline?!”
Having her identity exposed made Que Sheng feel deeply insulted.
Being trapped in a snare and losing her freedom was already enough to frustrate a bird spirit who valued liberty. Now being looked down upon by a human added fuel to her fury. She directed all her pent-up anxiety and despair at He Ange.
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A fiery bird’s shadow loomed behind the red-feathered girl, painting half the night sky with burning clouds.
In the next instant,
Que Sheng leaped into the air, wings spread wide.
From behind her,
Fiery tornadoes rained down like meteors upon the white-robed youth below.
For half an incense stick’s time, relentless bombardment ensued.
Finally exhausted,
Que Sheng ceased her attacks. Yet moments later, the molten ground restored itself once more.
And…
The white-robed youth stood unharmed within her sight again.
“Hiding and sneaking around!”
“Do all illusionists enjoy tormenting others like this?!”
Que Sheng was truly frustrated. If not for her upbringing as a princess of the Vermilion Bird clan, she would have cursed He Ange long ago.
Meanwhile,
He Ange discreetly wiped away cold sweat.
As a true prodigy of Wanmo Sect, Que Sheng was indeed formidable. Her terrifying fiery techniques nearly razed half the forest map to the ground.
Without Xuanque’s illusionary array, He Ange might not have withstood it.
The Vermilion Bird bloodline—truly worthy of an ancient lineage.
“Lord Ange…”
The space shifted as a green-feathered girl knelt before He Ange, explaining: “Long ago, the Vermilion Bird clan was an ancient bloodline that rivaled our Feng Zun.”
Now,
Xuanque and He Ange hid outside the illusionary array.
They observed the fiery Vermilion Bird girl within and couldn’t help but marvel at her strength and fiery temperament.
“And what happened after?” He Ange asked curiously.
“Naturally, our Feng Zun emerged victorious!”
Xuanque’s face lit up with confidence and pride as she continued: “Back then, even the Vermilion Bird ancestor submitted to Feng Zun. But after Feng Zun fell into the abyss, they broke free from his control and established themselves in the Eastern Realm… I never expected that such a proud clan would join Wanmo Sect.”
Her words ended with a hint of disbelief.
As an ancient bird spirit who witnessed the Vermilion Bird clan’s glory days, Xuanque remembered their defiance even after defeat by Feng Yuan. After his fall into the abyss, they betrayed him without hesitation—leaving Lingfeng Sect to forge their own path.
The proud Vermilion Bird clan defied even Feng Yuan—how could Wanmo Sect possibly subdue them?
“Perhaps they’ve fallen on hard times?” He Ange raised an eyebrow.
“It doesn’t seem that way… With this descendant’s pure bloodline alone, she stands as a dominant force among countless bird spirits.”
Xuanque sighed softly.
If not for her own status as a Divine Transformation peak ancient bird spirit exerting suppression over rank, facing Que Sheng’s brute force might have required even Destined Heroine An Luo Yi to retreat—capturing her would be nearly impossible given Vermilion Bird speed.
In the end,
It was He Ange’s foresight that proved crucial!
He had Xuanque set up a net around Shengxu Sect—ready to capture any demonic cultivators attempting contact with Li Daoyuan.
Tonight,
They caught a big fish!
Reflecting on this,
Xuanque couldn’t help but admire He Ange—the acting agent of Feng Yuan—even more.
“Lord Ange,” she cautioned gently, “I must remind you—the Vermilion Bird clan is naturally aggressive and powerful… If we harm their descendant, it could alert their entire clan—even those ancient elders long dormant.”
“So you’re saying I should treat her to dinner and send her home politely?”
He Ange clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Xuanque remained silent—her phoenix eyes flickering with helplessness before darkening with wicked intent.
But before Xuanque could speak further,
He Ange smirked coldly:
“Letting her go isn’t impossible—but first we’ll plant a slave mark on her. When the opportunity arises later on, we’ll corrupt her into becoming one of our Sect followers… No matter how strong they are—would they dare venture into the abyss seeking retribution?”
“Brilliant plan!”
At this moment,
Xuanque’s sinister smile widened—any fear of the Vermilion Bird clan vanished from her heart.
Indeed—this was how an agent of Feng Yuan should act!
The Vermilion Bird clan should have submitted under Feng Yuan long ago; corrupting their descendant now merely reclaimed lost territory for their master!
“Surely Lord Feng Yuan would be pleased knowing we’re recruiting disciples on his behalf!”
Under moonlight,
Two cultists exchanged wicked smiles—sinister and malevolent.
tln : Feng Zun mean Revered Feng Yuan