As the Great Shaman of the Fourth Civilization and the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan, he is a human, yet he has a lifespan longer than that of ordinary people. The reason for this is that he has awakened the spirit of the Fire Phoenix.
The phoenix is a legendary divine bird that can be reborn from the ashes.
As the master of the Fire Phoenix, the Great Witch of the Fourth Civilization Phoenix Clan would rebirth and be reborn alongside it in every rebirth.
A successful rebirth grants one more years of life, ranging from several decades to two or three hundred years, and also strengthens one's mental and physical abilities.
Nine Phoenixes has been incubating its mate for 188 years, and there is still no sign of it hatching. Its spiritual body, the Fire Phoenix, is about to be reborn.
To prevent his future mate from hatching while he was still in Nirvana, Jiufeng used the natural bond between the Phoenix Clan and the Dragon Clan to place a confinement spell in the room.
If his mate hatches, without human intervention, it can only stay in this room and cannot go anywhere else; it can only wait for him to come and find it.
Having done all this to ensure everything went perfectly, Jiufeng went to the Phoenix Nirvana Field.
The Phoenix Nirvana Field is located on the east side of the Great Witch Temple, an area off-limits to outsiders. Inside the field is a deep pit with a history of several thousand years.
Inside the pit, there is a fire starter that remains unchanged year-round, and the fire starter is a paulownia tree.
Before Jiufeng descended into the Nirvana Cave, many, many phoenix trees were placed inside.
As the fire raged fiercely inside the phoenix trees, the spirit of the fire phoenix enveloped Jiu Feng and carried him into the Nirvana Cave.
The fire was already burning fiercely, and with their fall, it burned even more intensely, with flames leaping out of the cave entrance. The servants responsible for guarding the area all bowed down and knelt, kowtowing with utmost devotion.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, it was surrounded and burned by a great fire, like burning a paulownia tree. Its flesh cracked and sizzled as it burned, until it turned to ash and charcoal.
As Jiufeng burned in the raging fire, enduring the intense flames, just when he thought he was going to be burned to death, unable to be reborn and unable to live on in this world, he had a dream.
He had a dream, a very long dream, in which he searched for his partner year after year, day after day, searching all over the Abel Galaxy, the Milky Way and other galaxies, even to the edge of the universe, but he couldn't find him, he couldn't find his partner.
He was destroyed in hope, and saw hope again in destruction, searching again and again, only to return in despair each time. His people thought he, the great shaman, was utterly useless; how could he talk about immortality when he couldn't even find a mate?
They regretted making him the clan leader and the high priest, but no new Phoenix Spirit Awakener appeared.
Without a new awakened Phoenix Spirit Body, it means that no one is more powerful than him, and no one can dethrone him from the position of clan leader and great shaman.
They regretted their actions, berated him, and tolerated him, all while placing their hopes on him. They kept telling him that if he found the dragon, cherished it, and ate it, he would be able to live like their ancestors, living for 1,000, 2,000, 3,000, or even tens of thousands of years.
As he listened to their conversation, he told himself that for his own sake and for the sake of his people, he had to find immortality and lead his people to immortality.
He searched and searched, never stopping, for years, years, decades, until one day a person appeared who liked to wear white lace shirts, had long hair, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, a tall and straight figure, and a pair of red eyes.
He was so tall that I couldn't see his face clearly, only his red eyes and the scepter sword in his hand.
The scepter sword in his hand was like a scepter. When he had nothing to do, he liked to take it out and rub the scepter. When he was thinking, he also liked to take it out and tap it in his palm.
They met again and again, argued again and again, and fought each other, wishing the other dead.
No, it's that he wishes the other person were dead. The other person could easily control him; he couldn't beat him, couldn't argue with him, and couldn't out-argue him.
He was as proud and aloof as a cat, saying one thing but meaning another. He would give him all the good things, but then say that he didn't want them, that they were gifts to him, and that he could throw them away if he didn't want them.
He would laugh and say that he was stupid, as stupid as a pig, pursuing immortality. But there is no such thing as immortality in this world. The so-called eating dragon meat, drinking dragon blood, and making a dragon fall in love with you will not grant you immortality. This is just a trick of the Phoenix Clan for generations, a trick of self-deception and deception.
He would pin him down and say to him with intense hatred, "If you want immortality, beg me, beg me, beg me, and I will grant you immortality."
He would get furious, jump up and down, point at him and curse, "What kind of bullshit clan leader, what kind of bullshit immortality! You've lived for hundreds of years, enjoyed yourself for hundreds of years, what haven't you accomplished yet? You want immortality!"
Look at your people, what do they take you for? They don't treat you like a human being at all, they treat you like a tool. You're the only fool who treats them like a treasure.
He saw that he was cold to him and wished he could kill him. Several times, he stabbed him with his sword, but he endured it again and again. Even when he was injured, he would say to him, "It's only because I spoil you. If it were someone else, I would have killed you long ago. Just keep acting up. Keep acting up."
He would also say to him, "Why are you so stubborn? What's wrong with you giving in to me? What's wrong with you bowing your head to me? Just coax me and say a few nice words, and I won't hold anything against you."
He, however, regarded him as a venomous snake or a ferocious beast, the most vicious insect, never giving him a kind look, finding him annoying, and wishing him dead.
Later, his people betrayed him, captured the man, and took him away, intending to drink their blood in order to achieve immortality.
His body was broken and no longer as strong as before. He lived for him, racking his brains and giving his all. Even his spirit betrayed him. Only he tried his best to lower his proud head and beg others to save him.
But he couldn't survive. No matter how strong a person was, they couldn't save him. In the end, he died in a magnificent coffin with them.
He's dead, but he doesn't believe he's dead. He holds his body, deceiving himself into thinking that he'll wake up after a good night's sleep.
He will not wake up; he sees his soul leave his body, rise from his arms, and in the coffin, look at him, falling into a deep sleep.
One day, two days, one year, two years, ten years, eight years, one hundred years, one thousand years, he remained stubbornly asleep, like a self-deceiving person burying his head in the sand, unwilling to wake up.
He was a soul that stayed with him, watching over him, until countless years passed. He awoke, pulled him close, and said in a gentle, low voice, "Good morning, little phoenix..."
His soul wanted to answer him, "Good morning..."
But he couldn't answer. He could only watch helplessly as the man sat up with one arm around him and lifted the coffin lid with the other.
The coffin lid was lifted, and the instant the air entered, his body oxidized, turning into a pile of bones, which then turned to dust and disappeared into his arms.
His arms were empty. He stood there stunned for a long time, then burst into tears, sobbing and crying out in anguish, his voice hoarse, like a trapped beast...
He didn't know that the soul could also feel pain, and that with his screams, it could feel so much pain that he couldn't straighten up, as if he were locked in a glass case, unable to escape no matter how much he roared and screamed.
He saw his pain, saw him sitting in the coffin for a long, long time before leaving it to find his friend. Using time rewind, he overcame countless difficulties to return to his world.
Going back to that point in time, back to the place where we first met, experiencing everything we had gone through before, yet enjoying the same ending as before.
He died... He could never escape death, betrayal, not finding his partner, or the regret he felt before his death, telling him that if there was an afterlife, if there was a next time, he must bind himself properly, to hell with the great shaman, to hell with the clan leader, he wanted to live a different life.
He promised him that every death, every time he woke up in the coffin, would be another rewind, a rewind to the past, a rewind to the world where he was.
Once, twice, three times, four times, ten times, eight times, forty times, fifty times, many, many times—he couldn't remember how many times his soul had accompanied him through those journeys.
Each time, things didn't end well; each time, he died with regret and resentment; each time, he collapsed and had to start over in the same scenario.
What a fool, a complete fool! Who does this, going on and on like a fool?
He cursed him, he cursed him in his ear, but he couldn't hear him, he couldn't see him. He was just a soul, without a physical body. No matter what he did, he couldn't see or hear it.
He could only follow him back in time and time again, watching him fail to achieve his goal, suffer pain, and repeatedly lock away his memories to start over.
98 times, the 98th time he regressed. In his dream, he roared and screamed at him to give up, to stop torturing himself, to stop regressing. But he couldn't hear him, he couldn't see him.
He opened his eyes amidst a roar and howl. Everything in his dream vanished. The Zhou Dynasty was engulfed in flames, and he felt a dull, stabbing pain throughout his body, as if being stabbed with a knife.
His face was wet and slippery. He reached up and touched his face, only to find his hands covered in tears. He wanted to find him and tell him not to go back in time, that it wasn't worth it for someone as stubborn as him.
However, he was reborn from the ashes, emerging from the flames, and the dream he had vanished completely from his memory, as if it had never happened.
His mind was filled only with the thought that his only companion had hatched.
His mate, whom he had incubated for over 180 years, has finally hatched. Now that he can nurture his mate with love and let him grow in love, he can lead his people to immortality.
He emerged from the pit of Nirvana Field with great joy, only to find his partner missing. He was anxious and went to look for him. When he returned to his room, he saw the clan elders, who, out of inexplicable irritation, killed him without hesitation.
He didn't know why he did it, but by the time he realized it, the clan elders were already dead. He had them removed immediately, feeling like he had lost something, but he couldn't remember what it was.
Until he saw his bed was in disarray, yet he didn't know why it was in disarray. He smelled a faint smell of blood in his room, a smell that was both familiar and strange, and he couldn't find the source of the smell.
He was inwardly agitated, but his face showed no sign of it. He changed his clothes and went to find his partner, to find the second princess who had last seen his partner.
After warning the second princess, he turned around and saw a person in the distance. In that instant, time seemed to stop, and everything around him seemed to disappear.
His eyes were only on that person in the distance. The dream he had, reborn from the ashes in the fire, was like a seed that sprouted in his mind and in his heart, growing into a towering tree with lush branches and leaves.
The red-eyed man in the dream had a face. He was handsome and effeminate, with gloomy eyes, proud eyebrows, and a face as white as jade, even whiter than a sheet of paper.
He's like a cat, looking both delicate and arrogant from afar, wagging his big tail and waiting for others to serve him, calling him master.
He dared not step forward, dared not take a step, afraid that this was also a dream, afraid that he was still in a dream, that he would watch himself die again and again, accompany him through the replay, and watch him despair again and again.
He didn't go, but the person opposite him walked towards him, step by step, each step feeling like it was stepping on his heart, causing him pain and making him tremble. His eyes involuntarily reddened and filled with tears.
As the person drew closer and closer, he thought he would speak to him, but to his surprise, the person acted as if he didn't know him and was about to pass by him.
His hands moved faster than his brain; he grabbed him, pulled him back, stared at him with bloodshot eyes, trembling lips, and a quivering voice, and asked cautiously, "Hello, my name is Jiufeng. I think I know you. What's your name?"
Shu Xubai's arrogance kicked in, and he raised his voice, his eyes filled with utter conceit: "Oh my, I know I'm good-looking, what kind of new way of flirting is this?"
"You seem familiar? Of all the people I've met, as numerous as the stars in the sky, I don't recall ever seeing you before. Let go of me now, or I'll get rough..."
Before Shu Xubai could utter the word "qi," Jiufeng suddenly loosened her grip on his hand.
Shu Xubai's voice suddenly stopped, like a duck whose neck had been choked, and he was suddenly free!
"!!!!"
What's going on?
What's going on?
Did they go too far? Did they really go too far?
Wasn't this a flirting attempt?
Didn't you ask him what his name was?
He backed down before he even finished speaking?
Why is Little Phoenix just as unlovable as she was in the previous 97 episodes?
That's outrageous!
What should I do? What should I do? How can I get him to hold my hand again?
If he takes his hand again and asks again, he might reluctantly tell him his name!
Jiufeng put her hands behind her back, clenched her fists tightly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I was presumptuous!"
Little Phoenix apologized.
Good heavens, what a beautiful scene and weather! The little phoenix took the initiative to apologize to him, admit her mistake, and beg for forgiveness!
Is he still asleep? Is he still asleep?
Shu Xubai, who was previously panicking and thinking about how to salvage his relationship with Xiao Fenghuang, is now smug like a spoiled brat, perfectly embodying the saying "if you don't court death, you won't die."
"It's good that you know you were wrong, it's good that you know you were wrong. I know I'm good-looking, and no matter whether you're male or female, you can't escape my charm."
"You used this old-fashioned yet new way of picking up girls. Fine, fine, I'll let it go since you're still passable. What's your name again?"
Jiufeng's pupils contracted slightly as she looked at him. His arrogant, cat-like demeanor, his narcissistic and hypocritical manner were exactly the same as in her dream.
He solemnly extended his hand to him, as if it were the first time they met, the first time he introduced himself: "My name is Jiufeng. It's a pleasure to meet you. What's your name?"
Faced with the outstretched hand, Shu Xubai was stunned for a moment. In the previous 97 rewinds, when the two of them met, they were always at each other's throats, ready to fight. Never before had they been so calm and composed, introducing themselves to each other as if they were meeting for the first time.
Seeing that he was looking at his hand, Jiufeng was neither in a hurry nor urging him. She simply held up her hand and waited quietly for him to come to his senses. Then she reached out and shook his hand: "Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you too. My surname is Shu, and my name is Shu Xubai!"
Shu Xubai!
The person in the dream had a face and a name.
At this moment, Jiu Feng seemed to have found salvation. Her eyes were red, and she smiled, saying, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Shu Xubai!"
The three words "Shu Xubai" that came out of Jiufeng's mouth seemed to have turned on a strange switch, causing Shu Xubai to shudder all over, and his more than 1.8-meter-tall figure instantly shrank, shrank...
Jiufeng: "!!!!"
"What's going on?" Jiufeng quickly squatted down, her expression changing slightly. She tightly grasped his hand, watching it shrink and shrink in hers until it became a hairy claw.
Shu Xubai returned to his original nature, transforming from a tall man of nearly 1.9 meters into a five- or six-month-old wolf cub with golden ears that looked like a puppy.
The enormous clothes wrapped around his body, revealing only the wolf's head. The wolf looked completely bewildered, as if struck by lightning, unable to believe that this ancient monster, who had lived for tens of thousands of years, would turn into a little wolf.
He stared at his little wolf paws, looking left and right, thinking it over and over. In this situation, and considering that he could turn into a wolf cub, he thought of the stinky zombie.
It was definitely her. Only she had the ability to turn him into a wolf cub without him even realizing it.
She really hurt him today, it really hurt him. She must have used some kind of mental power to imprison him back then.
Damn, he said that women are the hardest people to deal with in the world.
No, no!
She said she had a gift for him!
The gift will only be opened after meeting Jiufeng, so his transformation into a wolf cub is the gift.
She was afraid he would be as sharp-tongued and arrogant as he had been 97 times before, so she deliberately turned him into a wolf, leaving him with nowhere to go and nothing to say, so he could only howl and follow the little phoenix every day.
Damn it, it must be like this, it must be like this, it absolutely is like this. That stinky zombie, we just can't hope for anything good about him, we just can't see anything good about him.
The next time he sees her, he will definitely bite her to death with his big wolf mouth to vent his hatred and avenge his transformation into a wolf.
Jiang Si sat hidden in the spaceship's fuel tank, watching Bo Jichen, that dog, fooling the current second princess of the Fourth Civilization, Jing Yu. The future red-browed fleet star pirate fish Fei Fei sneezed.
She rubbed her nose. It must be that old geezer Shu Xubai cursing her behind her back. She had gone to great lengths for Little Phoenix.
Someone fed him the memories of the first 97 regressions, allowing him to witness, from a God-like perspective, how Shu Xubai regressed for him 97 times.
To stop him from babbling on and on like a machine gun, like someone who would die if she wasn't arrogant, she used his golden wolf bloodline to give him mental power. When Jiu Feng called his name, it was like a switch.
She turned him into a little wolf cub, a golden wolf cub that was five or six months old. No matter how arrogant, talkative, or haughty he was, he couldn't lay a hand on Jiu Feng or utter a word to her.
He can only imitate a dog barking every day, or he can only imitate a wolf howling every day.
Anyway, the main point is that it doesn't have a mouth.
Once I get the quantum computer, I'll send Jiufeng a dog training tutorial.
Jiang Si gave herself a thumbs up for her cleverness and continued watching Bo Jichen fool Yu Feifei.
Yu Feifei was completely fooled by it, acting like a complete idiot, doing whatever it said.
It has to be said that Bo Jichen, this newly hatched old dragon, is really quite skilled. Whether dressed as a woman or a man, he looks completely natural.
It was truly a born dog, born knowing what it wanted and how to save its life. I don't know how it met Leilos, but Leilos tamed it.
Jiufeng looked at the dog paw in his hand. In his dream, he seemed to have seen it with a long tail and two beast ears on its head.
So, in the dream he said he had golden werewolf blood, but actually he was just saving face. He was just a dog, a Vampire with canine blood!
Jiufeng rubbed her paws, finding them plump, fluffy, and adorably small: "Shu Xubai, are you alright now?"
Shu Xubai, whose claws had been pinched, came to his senses, glared with his wolf-like eyes, and let out a loud "Awooo~~~"
Shu Xubai: "!!!!"
Whose voice is so lacking in power and might?!
He is a golden werewolf, he is a wolf, a werewolf, not a dog!
Why does it bark like a dog?
He tried desperately to change back, but found that an invisible, powerful spiritual force was pressing down on him, preventing him from changing back.
It's infuriating! ...Pah, it's infuriating! ...Pah, it's infuriating!
Jiufeng squatted on the ground, holding the puppy's paw in one hand and stroking its head with the other. Her bright red eyes were filled with laughter: "Shu Xubai, dogs don't bark like that, they bark like that."
Shu Xubai: "!!!!"
He has golden werewolf blood, golden werewolf blood, very noble, not a dog, not a dog!
It's bad enough that a noble and elegant vampire with golden werewolf blood is treated like a dog, but he's even made to bark like a dog.
This is outrageous! This is outrageous! He has to show the little phoenix what the noble and elegant vampire is all about.
Enraged, the vampire opened his dog mouth and bit down on Jiu Feng's finger, though he didn't bite hard enough, just using his back teeth.
The smile in Jiufeng's eyes deepened. With a forceful pull, she lifted the dog's head and pinned it under its chin, forcing it to open its mouth. She then touched the dog's back teeth with the finger that was in its mouth: "Shu Xubai, you've turned into a five or six-month-old dog. Haven't you lost your baby teeth yet?"
"Is it because my teeth itch that I rub my back teeth with my fingers?"
Shu Xubai: "!!!!"
My teeth itch, my ass!
He's trying to bite someone. Does he really think he won't bite his finger off?
Although he is only five or six months old now, his soul is tens of thousands of years old.
The teeth are very sharp...
Before Shu Xubai could finish complaining in his mind, Jiu Feng had already finished touching his back teeth and was now touching his front teeth. The five or six-month-old puppy's teeth were a perfect match for his.
The front row of teeth is small, sparse, and somewhat sharp, while the four upper and lower fangs are quite large.
Jiufeng seemed completely unafraid of his bite, touching his front teeth and looking at the two small, loose fangs growing next to his two large fangs.
Jiufeng frowned slightly. He turned into a puppy because he was teething and that's why he was biting his hand to grind his teeth.
Jiufeng pinched a loose tooth, pulled it out with a little force, and held it in front of Shu Xubai: "Shu Xubai, your new tooth has grown in. I pulled out the baby tooth next to it. See, you don't have to worry about itchy teeth anymore!"
Shu Xubai stared wide-eyed at the fang in his hand, stunned as if struck by lightning!
Damn it, are you kidding me? Who the hell has a baby tooth when they've lived for thousands of years?!
Those were his teeth, hidden behind his wolf fangs, used to bite people as a noble and elegant vampire. They weren't baby teeth. He pulled out his teeth, so how is he supposed to bite people and suck blood?!
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