Chapter 58 The other half of Nightmare Phoenix’s heart is in her chest…
Ning Changkong slowly got used to the pain, and managed to support himself and sit up.
Although my whole body felt like it was tearing apart, surprisingly, there was no sense of obstruction in my body's control, which meant that the pain was not caused by any injury or illness.
Well, even for him, an experienced fast traveler, waking up in someone else's body was too bizarre.
He communicated with Chu Qingge in his mind: "First of all, does Bai Xian know that my soul has left my body?"
Chu Qingge checked the screen on the other side: "No, there was almost no spiritual power fluctuation when your soul left your body. It was completely undetectable."
What is this? A muted version of the soul leaving the body? How could someone be so idle as to study this kind of magic? Ning Changkong smacked his lips.
Forget it, since we can't get help from outside forces... "Second thing, is there any way for us to take the initiative to get out of this situation?"
Chu Qingge: "Yes, I will cut off your sense of pain, separate your soul from the Phoenix, and then force you into Lin Jinsong's body."
It was as if he had died once in the Tongshan illusion, and was driven back by Chu Qingge when he returned to the system space.
It was almost the same as Ning Changkong's fantasy. The only problem was that Lin Jinsong's body had long lost its vitality, and the connection between his soul and □□ was entirely dependent on the nagging pain every day. If he returned too late... he would probably have to eat a pot of it.
"The third thing," Ning Changkong was silent for a moment, "Do you have any idea about the current situation, sister?"
Chu Qingge hesitated and said, "I reviewed the energy fluctuations when your soul left your body. Uh, it seems to be related to the feather you picked up."
It's easy to get into trouble if you pick up things randomly, Ning Changkong thought helplessly.
But he couldn't leave so easily. What did the Phoenix steal from the Kiriyama illusion? Why did it call him master? These were all questions that needed to be answered one by one...
"I have an idea about the previous question," Chu Qingge said, "Put your hand on your left chest."
Before raising his hand, Ning Changkong had already anticipated the answer.
—— Another piece of soul blood crystal, the other half of the phoenix's heart.
But how could it be… "Only this half of the heart?" Ning Changkong was shocked. In Lin Jinsong's case, he forcibly used the fragments of the phoenix's heart to repair the original damaged human heart, coupling it to produce a strange product similar to a human-demon hybrid.
Inside Phoenix's chest, only half of the beating heart is solid, and the remaining half is made up of solid white-red flames.
For some reason, whenever this body used spiritual power, the meridians would feel torn and painful. Ning Changkong endured the pain and manipulated his spiritual power to try to find out the origin of the flame.
The soul suddenly returned to the body, like two waves of different frequencies intertwining, producing a chaotic vibration. Everything in the blurred vision seemed to be spinning, making it difficult for him to distinguish which feelings were real and which were hallucinations.
The headache felt like there was an iron nail stuck in my brain, and every heartbeat seemed to push the nail deeper, bringing waves of sharp pain.
A hot current suddenly surged from his chest to his throat. He curled up subconsciously and covered his mouth and nose with his hands.
The moment he raised his hand, a white feather fell from between his fingers.
Chu Qingge's voice sounded with interest: "The investigation is complete. That flame has the aura of reincarnation. I think it should be--"
"The fire of nirvana of the phoenix."
The first year of the spiritual recovery, the evening of June 20th, the master bedroom of Jinwuyuan.
Ning Changkong dully took the towel that Bai Xian had just stuffed into his hand and covered his face with it. Small streams of blood were still oozing out of his mouth and nose, wetting the towel.
Chu Qingge said that this was because the action of stuffing the soul back into the body was a bit rough, causing a physical reaction.
After cutting two bodies in succession, Ning Changkong was still in a state of confusion. He asked with some difficulty: "Did you stuff it in yourself?"
Chu Qingge said frankly: "It wasn't me. When you touched the Nirvana Fire, it seemed to have triggered some mechanism, and you were pushed back."
Alas, the doubts grew instead of diminishing. Ning Changkong calmed himself down and finally discerned from the blurry vision and noisy ringing in his ears that Bai Xian was going to wrap him up in a quilt and send him back to Penglai.
Don't bother. With his many years of experience as a fast traveler, he can just sleep with this thing. Ning Changkong stretched out his bloody hand and gently held Bai Xian's arm.
He had no strength in his hands, but Bai Xian did not dare to break away from him. He only asked anxiously: "Where does it hurt? Does your heart hurt? It's okay. Let's go home and see the doctor and the pain will go away--"
"Don't... don't touch me." Ning Changkong managed to find his voice again, with some blood foam flowing from the corners of his mouth, "I'll take it easy for a moment..."
Bai Xian also knew that it was difficult to move the damaged person, so he did not dare to move after hearing what he said. He just urged his spiritual energy and quickly sent a communication talisman to Qing Geng, asking him to come over quickly.
As Ning Changkong managed to utter these words, his will relaxed, and the tsunami of senses almost swallowed up his consciousness. His weak hands grasped Bai Xian unconsciously, as if that was his only support as he struggled on the edge of the separation of his soul and body.
His vision suddenly went dark, and a hand gently covered his eyes. Warm power flowed in from the place where their skin met, soothing his agitated mind. He was able to catch his breath temporarily, and concentrate on steadying his mind.
After regaining consciousness, Ning Changkong gradually regained awareness of his body. He tugged at the corner of Bai Xian's clothes, signaling him to take his hand away.
Bai Xian still covered his eyes and said softly, "Go slowly, don't waste your energy."
Ning Changkong wanted to laugh at him for being too nervous, but before he could say anything, the towel that he had been pressing against his face was taken away. The bleeding from his mouth and nose had stopped, and Bai Xian carefully wiped the remaining blood on his face: "Did you have a nightmare?"
Ning Changkong snorted and made a "hmm" sound, but his body was still feeling hot and cold.
Qing Geng's voice came from a distance: "Your emotions are fluctuating too much... You must have been frightened..."
Ning Changkong tried hard to catch his voice, but because of the calming magic that hit him, his consciousness gradually drifted away and he fell asleep again.
“How come your health is so poor…” Bai Xian slowly withdrew his hand and helped the man pull the quilt up.
The sequelae of out-of-body experience cannot be diagnosed through external symptoms, so the two bird demons simply thought that they were suffering from an old illness caused by mental turmoil, coupled with some minor injuries from the fight during the day, which caused them to fall ill again.
Qing Geng was still carefully checking his pulse: "Old heart diseases should avoid excessive thinking and emotional agitation..."
This is both. Bai Xian carefully wrapped the person tightly with the quilt, and gestured a few times in a bit of confusion: "Hey... how should I hold you better?"
Qing Geng took a moment to react: "...What?"
"I'll take him back to Linghuang Mansion and lock him up for a few days to take good care of him." Bai Xian calculated: the little fox will have to wait until early July to return to Jinwu Garden for classes, and the three human children will probably be about the same time, which will be just enough for Ning Changkong to rest in Penglai for more than a week.
Qing Geng hurriedly instructed Bai Xian to slowly help the man up, and reminded him, "Young Master, you've woken up, so you won't be angry again, right?"
Ning Changkong's tough reformist style is well-known throughout the demon clan. Even though Zhu Huan is still nominally in charge of the affairs of the Hundred Birds Clan, and Feng Qingwu, whose life and death is unknown, is still the nominal clan leader, there are still many bird demons who respect Ning Changkong as their clan leader.
And he is a real patriarch.
Bai Xian didn't think about what Qing Geng was hinting at. He was thinking: That's right. The child is so weak that he can't even bear a nightmare. He should be less angry... How can he be comforted...
Bai Xian gently held the man in his arms and slowly stood up. Even though he knew that the man always slept soundly and was now unconscious under the influence of magic, he still held him very carefully.
He casually replied, "If he's angry, then he's angry. If his father had done something stupid like that, I would have dared to do the same to him back then!"
As soon as Bai Xian finished speaking, he was stunned.
Lin Jinsong confessed that he was originally a human, but he accidentally entered the illusion of Tongshan. When he was about to die, he got a chance and relied on the power of the phoenix to continue his life. He had no blood relationship with Feng Qingwu.
He looked down at the little phoenix in his arms, and his heart suddenly softened.
No matter how famous the Phoenix Young Master who suddenly appeared from the Hundred Birds Clan was in the world, and no matter how tough he performed at the Gathering of Heroes, in the end he was just a child who had not graduated from school for long and was still without parents and home.
Who cares? If Bai Xian acknowledged this nephew as his godfather, it wouldn't be too much for Feng Qingwu to be his godfather according to their seniority.
Bai Xian hugged him tighter and said in his heart:
"Let's go home."
The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, the morning of June 21st, Linghuang Mansion, bedroom.
Ning Changkong opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a layer of faint black mist still in front of his eyes, blurring his vision. It took him a while before his vision slowly came into focus.
He was still in a bad mood. After spending some time to figure out where he was, he was exhausted both physically and mentally, so he buried himself in the warm quilt and fell asleep again.
Before closing his eyes, he subconsciously tilted his head to glance at Bai Xian who was sitting at the head of the bed, and pulled the quilt sleepily.
Fenghuang turned over and prepared to go back to sleep, but suddenly turned back and asked in a daze, "You're not playing with your phone?"
That's rare.
Bai Xian turned sideways and showed him what he had in his hand.
A somewhat crude talisman for clearing the mind. Ning Changkong squinted his eyes to see that the rune was very old, probably a drawing method from the mythological era.
Ning Changkong commented: "This is a cultural relic. When will it be sent to the museum?"
Bai Xian rolled his eyes and continued fiddling with the talisman in his hand, muttering, "It's late at night, and it's not easy to ask someone to buy it for you. I'll ask them to make you a better one - something like a sachet, with some soothing spices stuffed inside..."
As he spoke, he sighed and said sadly, "Having a nightmare can scare you to the point of vomiting blood. You're really not doing it right..."
His father liked to go crazy in the middle of the night, not sleep at night, run over to check on his breathing, and even wake him up in the middle of the night to chat, as if he was afraid that Bai Xian would suddenly die.
Ning Changkong was amused and teased him, "You really worry a lot."
"For whom? Huh?" Bai Xian said unhappily, "Get up when you wake up, eat something and go back to sleep."
Ning Changkong slowly sat up from the bed, recovering from the morning dizziness, his pajamas hanging loosely on his body.
After a lot of trouble last night, the collar of her snow-white nightgown was stained with blood. But in Bai Xian's eyes, there was something more glaring than blood.
Looking at the pajamas that were obviously too big and ill-fitting, he frowned and said, "Go back and measure the size again. I'll make you a new one based on the new size."
The size I measured in the spring doesn't fit me in the summer. This person is losing weight too quickly.
"Stop bothering me." Ning Changkong took the coat handed to him by Bai Xian, looked up at him, his eyes showing: Why aren't you leaving yet?
The young master of the Hundred Birds tribe didn't like other people/demons helping him change his clothes, unless it was a formal dress that he couldn't wear alone, and he didn't like changing in front of other people/demons. Bai Xian left the bedroom with interest and asked the kitchen to bring breakfast.
Ning Changkong sat on the bed for a while, and Chu Qingge quickly brought the things he wanted by express delivery with the Dijiang Feather Qianli.
Interdimensional transmission is not an easy task. Qingniao, who had to work overtime early in the morning, was obviously in a bad mood: "Here. All the electronic equipment is at Bai Xian's place, I can't get it."
Bai Xian was in a hurry when he took him back to Linghuang Mansion, but he brought all the things with him. Ning Changkong was amazed and put away the medicine bottles and other things that were delivered to him: "Hello, Tiangong Technology, aren't you going to work?"
Chu Qingge got angry when this was mentioned: "How long have you left it there? I'm the only one working overtime."
"I still have some ideas for social media operations." Ning Changkong put on his clothes with some effort and pulled his sleeves tight. "Isn't this the business of the busy demon tribe? - How do you like this outfit?"
He repeatedly told the Hundred Birds that clothes did not need to be too fancy, but simple and neat. This dark red round-necked robe was simple in shape, but the patterns were still finely embroidered.
Chu Qingge looked him up and down and said, "It's fine, but you look bad."
The crimson clothing made his face look even more pale. He was not in good spirits when he woke up in the morning, and his hair was messy, so he inevitably looked a little tired.
"Then I'll go back and see if there are any light-colored clothes in the closet." Ning Changkong said vaguely, holding the hairband in his mouth. He quickly combed his hair and tied it into a ponytail with a hairband.
He haphazardly put a hairband on top of the hairband and tied a random knot: "If this doesn't work out, I'll have to get up early and put on makeup. Oh, what a hassle..."
"You're already in quite a lot of trouble now." Chu Qingge complained, "This dress is quite loose, do you need to pad it more——"
"It's better to be prepared." Ning Changkong hurried over, "Let's go, Bai Xian is coming in. And you don't have work today?"
Chu Qingge was unhappy: "Today is Saturday."
Oh, yes, today is Saturday. Ning Changkong blinked. Doesn't that mean Yue Jingting is going to give him tributes again... gifts?