Chapter 89
The Feather Clan's painting style was even more...unrestrained than he had imagined.
Seeing Mo Xuanji surrounded by layers of enemies, unable to move forward, Yan cleared his throat and put on a kind expression: "Why are you all so idle? Have you finished your work? Have you trained your muscles? Have you increased your strength?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the burly men, who had been grinning with their teeth bared, all shut up, fearing they would become the next target. One man, completely unable to read the atmosphere, nodded foolishly and chuckled, "How did you know that, sir?"
"Dashachun, just shut up!" His companion beside him shouted in a whisper, almost grabbing his collar.
Yan sneered, "Very good, since you have nothing to do anyway, you guys should pack up and go dig potatoes in the north."
As soon as these words came out, the birds were shocked and rushed over to hug Yan's thighs, crying one after another: "Sir! Think twice!"
"No, sir!"
"We just want to cuddle with the little cub, why should we be punished like this?" A burly brother Guiniao took out his little white flower handkerchief from his pocket, squatted on the ground and cried "嘤嘤嘤", which was really pitiful.
Those who knew thought they were going to dig potatoes, while those who didn't thought they were going to the execution ground.
"Sir, we've been eating potatoes for three months straight. We can't dig any more! My brothers and sisters have already started eating and pooping potatoes!"
"Wow, yes sir, we are almost turning into potato birds."
"I can't exercise while digging potatoes. This is simply the most painful thing in my life. No, I don't accept it--" A dramatic person has already started playing "Yi Jian Mei" for himself.
"If you keep blocking me here, I'll really send you over there." Yan said coldly and ruthlessly.
So Mo Xuanji had the opportunity to see what the "Feather Clan speed" was. In the blink of an eye, the strong men who had just blocked the road had disappeared one by one.
On the empty stone road, a ball of grass rolled by, carried by the gentle breeze. The poor gatekeeper bird still stood alone at its post, its legs trembling.
“…”
The system let out a tired sigh.
In order to make Mo Xuanji familiar with his home, Yan took him on a long tour around the Feather Clan's territory.
The Feather Tribe's overall appearance was quite impressive, though they seemed to be obsessed with fitness and muscles. After this whole process, Mo Xuanji's initial shock gradually turned to numbness. It's no exaggeration to say that lifting dumbbells with wings was the most basic movement he had ever seen.
Didn't we really walk into some fitness base by mistake?
"How is it? Are our Feather Clan very different from what you imagined?"
"A bit big. I didn't expect everyone to like a stronger build." Although the reality was that they were ridiculously strong, Mo Xuanji struggled for a long time before finally choosing a more euphemistic approach.
The contrast is truly dramatic. Everyone's body appears well-proportioned and elegant, with only a few being slightly rounder. But who could have imagined that one day, the elegant and beautiful white swan would transform into boxing champion Meow Sen, lifting weights in front of you?
Yan understood his implication and said in a strange tone, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh: "Well, actually, it wasn't like this at the beginning. Initially, our general aesthetic was still that of the thin type, but then times changed and the original aesthetic was no longer applicable."
After the war ended, Phoenix was forced to stay in seclusion, and the remaining members of the Feather Clan were all old, weak, and sick. If anyone had any bad intentions towards the Feather Clan at this time, they would all be in trouble.
In desperation, to intimidate those lesser men with their aura, the Feather Tribe began frantically training their muscles. However, this somehow became a trend, and even though the need for bravado had faded, the enthusiasm for fitness persisted, in fact, intensifying. It became so distorted that even Yan, upon seeing it, felt as if he had failed the Tribe Leader's trust.
"No matter what, as long as the tribesmen are happy and healthy, that's all that matters." At this moment, Yan was like a male mother who was worried about her children's mental health, except that he didn't have to worry about one or two people, but a group.
"You are right."
Yan led him to a tree house. The wooden sliding door opened automatically, revealing the exquisitely decorated space behind. It was obvious that the person who prepared it had put a lot of thought into it, and the whole house was filled with a warm atmosphere.
"This is the residence those guys prepared specifically for you. See if you like it, baby. If not, I'll take you to see other places."
How many of these have been prepared?
Shocked, Mo Xuanji quickly said, "No, I like this very much, thank you."
Yan smiled contentedly. "As long as you like it, little one. Go in and take a look. If you need anything, tell me later. By the way, do you know how to use our Feather Tribe's [Channel]?"
Mo Xuanji hesitated and shook his head: "Is it some mobile app?"
"No, we don't use that. The channel is similar to the voice transmission that humans use, except that ours is a group message."
Different tribes have their own internal channels*. The demon tribe tacitly kept this secret and usually would not mention it to other tribesmen, so Mo Xuanji only knew about this function now.
Yan taught Mo Xuanji step by step how to connect his spiritual sense, then demonstrated how to speak—he gathered his demonic energy in his throat and howled to the heavens. The next second, Mo Xuanji's ears were filled with a flurry of voices like "Here you are, Boss?", "What's up, Boss?", and "Are we having potatoes for dinner?"
"First, do I have to shout it out?" This function doesn't seem to be particularly necessary for people with social anxiety... and it also gives me an inexplicable feeling of being a minion in the jungle.
System: Wake up, there are no vines to swing on here.
"Sorry, I'm used to yelling." Yan coughed dryly to ease the awkwardness: "Just speak normally."
"That's good."
…
At the welcoming banquet that evening, Mo Xuanji, arranged by Yan, sat in a prominent position. He drank water sip by sip, expressionless. The other tribesmen simply thought he was cold and quiet, but only the system understood his current frenzy.
If there was a saying like "little cotton-padded jacket" in the Tongzi world, then the system was completely flawed at this moment. It even kept goading Mo Xuanji: "Don't be afraid, Jizi! Show the spirit of a phoenix cub! Go!"
"Just shut up." It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but the thought of Mo Xuanji made him even more worried. It wasn't even certain whether he was related to Fenghuang. What if he presumptuously admitted it, only to find out later that it wasn't? Wouldn't that be incredibly embarrassing?
Just think about it, it’s enough to carve out an entire Penglai Academy.
However, fate seemed to favor him particularly. After three rounds of drinks, Yan stood up with a glass of wheat juice and saluted all the monsters one by one. The other monsters also hurriedly stood up to return the greeting.
"Let me introduce this child to you. I believe everyone knows that this child is a cub of our Feather Clan who was stranded outside." As Yan moved, the eyes of all the monsters present were focused on Mo Xuanji.
At this time, Mo Xuanji's hand holding the water cup was shaking slightly, but she could only pretend to be calm and responded to these gazes with a polite smile one by one.
Seeing Yan's kind smile, Mo Xuanji's heart suddenly went on edge. Sure enough, the other party's next words made Mo Xuanji's eyes go dark on the spot: "In fact, this child has another identity, that is - the young leader of our Yu tribe."
At this time, the tribesmen had not yet realized the seriousness of the matter and began to make fun of their acting chief.
"Hey, sir, when did you get married? Why didn't you send invitations to your brothers and sisters for such a big event?"
"Oh, I was saying this child looks friendly. From his temperament, you can tell he's the eldest brother's biological child."
One man suddenly discovered the blind spot: "Hey, that's not right, Boss. The child is yours, so why did you beat us in the first place?"
"Yeah, when we first got the news about the little cub, you hung us up and beat us up. Ah~ I get it, you have a mean heart, boss."
Yan took a deep breath, his expression solemn: "No, this child belongs to Master Phoenix."
Mo Xuanji finally couldn't help but choke on his water. At this moment, his inner villain was already screaming like a groundhog.
Other tribesmen: "Oh, it's Lady Phoenix's... Wait, who? Whose???"
"From Lady Phoenix." Looking at the tribesmen's expressions that were so shocked that they seemed to be out of the world, Yan repeated it again.
The eyes of the demons as they looked at Mo Xuanji gradually filled with tears.
One of them choked up and said, "Master Phoenix's child?"
The other one started counting on his fingers, growing more excited as he spoke: "How old is it this year, cub? Nineteen, nineteen years since it hatched? Our Feather Tribe's eggs can only remain active for a hundred years at most. Once the vitality is exhausted, they become dead... So doesn't that mean it happened within the last hundred years?"
"Our leader is still alive! He even has a cub!" As soon as this conclusion came out, the eyes of all the Feather Tribe members lit up surprisingly. Some even hugged their companions and burst into tears.
Although the Feather Tribe demons had never mentioned it, and appeared to be cheerful and carefree, the Phoenix's safety was always a heavy stone hanging over their hearts. Fortunately, after a long wait and search, this stone was finally half settled.
Given Phoenix's strength, no demon could force him to do anything if he didn't want to. Therefore, the fact that he had a cub meant he was in love, and the fact that he was in the mood for love meant he was in good health. Therefore, their clan leader must be living a peaceful life somewhere unknown, and he must have his own reasons for not showing up.
Knowing that the clan leader was fine, everyone's smiles brightened. The gossip spirit that had been suppressed for a long time ignited, and they began to ask who Mo Xuanji's mother was.
"Wow, wow, it's been so many years, and we adults have finally come to our senses. Look at this child, he looks so much like him."
"Actually, it's not..." Mo Xuanji's pale and weak excuses were mixed in with the gossip, but at this moment no demon cared about what he said.
"Damn it, who on earth is so powerful that he can make a thousand-year-old iron tree bloom?"
A demon who looked like an elder wiped the tears from his eyes with relief. "Without Dragon Lord's obstruction, our clan leader can finally develop a beautiful love life. This is cause for celebration, this is cause for celebration. Quick, scribe! Be sure to record this in the history books!"
"Wait, that's not the case!" Mo Xuanji was shocked.
"Sir, who is the child's mother? We are all curious. If you don't tell us, we really won't be able to sleep."
"Hahahaha, sir, why do you have such an expression? Could the child's mother be Lord Long Zun?"
"..." Beautiful, right to the point. Yan closed his eyes: "Yes, it's that stupid dragon."
As soon as these words were spoken, all the demons fell silent, each one as quiet as a chicken, trying to digest this huge amount of information.
Mo Xuanji held his forehead and sighed deeply in his heart.
I'm sorry, I really tried hard...
The system erupted in earth-shaking laughter.
"I'm so touched! Lord Long Zun's infatuation has finally been reciprocated. After so many years of cultivation, it has finally come to fruition. I knew it would be... Ahhhh Lord, please don't hit me, I was wrong!"
"You know what? This child's temperament is exactly the same as our clan leader's."
Everyone knew that besides his enemies, the person Lord Yan hated most in his life was that Dragon Lord. Although they hadn't reached the level of an enemy, any time the tribe mentioned those two words in his presence, they would receive a round of "caring" from the acting clan leader.
Of course, since the child was right next to them, Yan just gave them a cold look while holding the cup.
In reality, the demons in the current tribe had no idea what happened three thousand years ago. They either couldn't remember it or weren't even born yet. The few who had experienced it didn't have any feelings towards Dragon Lord. Only Yan had truly hated him for three thousand years.
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