Chapter 112 Chapter 112 "Words are the most powerless things."...
The God Emperor still only spoke half of his words.
He told Jiu Zhao that the owner of the other half of the Phoenix Blood was hiding among the visitors from the Demon Clan.
But it did not clearly state who that person was, how to kill him, or when to kill him.
Jiu Zhao asked a few more questions, but was only given the excuse that the time was not right and the matter could not be disclosed for the time being.
In desperation, she had to go back and order Zhu Ying to collect some information about the demon envoys for her.
Zhu Ying has always been very efficient, and within half a day he delivered the relevant information to Jiu Zhao.
After a quick glance, Jiu Zhao realized that there were thirty-two envoys accompanying Lan Qi this time, half of whom were Lan Qi's personal guards, and the other half were nobles and important officials of Fen Ye Sea. There were three phoenixes among the personal guards, and among the important officials were the current leader and two elders of the Phoenix Clan.
The power of true blood is only available to the Phoenix clan.
However, due to its characteristics, if the previous owner dies without offspring, it will randomly awaken in a phoenix, regardless of strength or blood purity. It is difficult to determine which of the six people it is.
Jiu Zhao picked out the information about the Phoenix Clan and read it carefully.
Finally, his eyes fell on the name of the new leader.
Her calm pupils showed obvious fluctuations when she saw those two words.
No blame.
Blame means fault or mistake.
No fault means no mistakes, no sins, no mistakes.
To Jiu Zhao, this name was nothing short of a blatant provocation.
It is said that the original name of this leader was not this. Wujiu was the name given to him by Lan Qi himself after he became the leader of the Phoenix clan.
"Does that mean you feel you are righteous?"
Jiu Zhao chewed Wu Jiu's name on his teeth and repeated it countless times.
After asking questions that were doomed to receive no answers, she suddenly had the urge to meet these traitors who were supposed to be her subjects.
…
Jiu Zhao has always been a man of action.
With an idea in mind, he brought Zhu Ying to the residence of the envoy of the Erqingtian Demon Clan.
She signaled with her eyes that the guards at the palace gate did not need to inform them, and slowly stepped into the courtyard. She saw three or five fairy maids holding trays standing in the corridor, with unhappy expressions on their faces. The central palace door that should have been open was closed. Without having to distract herself to detect, she could sense that a sound-blocking restriction had been put in place inside.
The highest level of Nirvana Phoenix Fire has been achieved, and Jiu Zhao is only one step away from becoming a supreme god.
Her strength is no longer what it used to be, so a mere restriction cannot stop her.
She restrained her breath, lifted her skirt, stepped onto the stairs, and moved closer to the door. Her immortal power expanded silently, and within two breaths, a clear voice could be heard from inside.
First, a rather rough male voice said loudly:
"Hey, you're giving up just like that? I really can't accept that! With a single command from Your Majesty, I can still fight them for another eight hundred rounds!"
Then, a rather graceful and charming female voice followed:
"Speak softly, what are you yelling about? Your Majesty has given us an order, and we are obeying. It is not your place to make irresponsible remarks."
"Hey, you bitch—"
"Yan Dan, Liang Ye is right, don't you know what your Majesty's temper is like?
"If this gets to his ears, be careful with your stone skin!"
The third voice that sounded was a rather pleasant young male voice.
Jiu Zhao was just about to match him with the envoy in the file when he heard the stone demon Yan Dan, the city lord, ask, "Wu Jiu, didn't you and the two elders leave Sanqing Heaven over 30,000 years ago? How does it feel to be back now?"
The male voice whose name was called was silent for a moment.
He then said slowly, "There's no difference. He's still that smoky, hypocritical person."
Hypocritical.
More than one demon described Sanqingtian in this way in front of Jiuzhao.
The deceased Wu Zhu also made many similar comments.
She did not intend to defend Sanqingtian, but Fenyehai had repeatedly provoked trouble, which did not necessarily mean he was honest.
After a moment of silence, Jiu Zhao listened to the demons in the hall reviewing the Three Pure Heavens from head to toe. Then, the topic suddenly changed to himself:
"I heard that the Divine Princess who was flirting with that Nine-tailed Fox kid at the Xuanji Palace banquet was your ex-fiancée?"
"Why are you talking about Your Majesty again—"
"Tsk tsk, that figure and features, even across the entire Burning Sea, few female demons can compare. I just feel bad, Your Majesty, why didn't you marry her first and consummate your relationship before rebelling against the heavens and abducting her here? Wouldn't that old Divine Emperor be even more furious?"
"But forget it. I heard that she is uneducated and has a very bad temper. How can a fool with only beautiful looks be worthy of Your Majesty?"
"Haha, Liangye, I think you are jealous, right?"
"screw you!"
As the two demons flirted, Wu Jiu, who had been silent for a long time, interrupted and said, "A Tai'e who disobeyed the clan rules and committed adultery with an outsider gave birth to a defective child. Naturally, she is a fool. I will watch her become the Divine Emperor. What will be the fate of the Three Pure Heavens under her leadership in the future?"
There was still a hint of laughter in his tone, but the meaning within was as sharp as a knife.
Zhu Yingfu felt something was not right after hearing this. He immediately looked at Jiu Zhao worriedly, fearing that the incident with Meng Chu would happen again.
Beating Meng Chu was, after all, a family matter that could be resolved behind closed doors.
But if we teach the demons a lesson directly——
Before Zhu Ying could think of the possible consequences, Jiu Zhao had already released the Nirvana Phoenix Fire, breaking open the door and the restrictions.
boom!
The scorching hot wind rushed over, overturning the wine and food on the demons' tables one by one, and the situation in the hall suddenly turned into a mess.
Jiu Zhao did leave some room for maneuver and did not summon the divine whip. He just folded his arms and walked in.
"Bold, who is it——"
The Nirvana Phoenix Fire continued to be released, and the arrogant and tyrannical power made everyone unable to raise their heads.
Surrounded by crimson immortal light, Jiu Zhao found the young man who, according to his status, sat in the first seat below the main seat. Looking down at him from above as he released his demonic energy and struggled to resist the intense heat, he asked, "Are you Wujiu, the current leader of the Phoenix Clan?"
Liang Ye, with his sharp ears, recognized Jiu Zhao's voice.
She kept screaming, "Your Highness, are you destroying the peace between the immortals and demons by doing this?!"
Seeing that the other party did not mention his own offense and started to put the blame on Jiu Zhao, Zhu Ying, who was lagging behind, stepped forward and opened his mouth habitually, trying to take back the conversation for Jiu Zhao: "What are you saying, Lord Liangye? My prince clearly-"
"It's obvious that I accidentally pushed the door too hard."
Jiu Zhao interrupted Zhu Ying, her eyes narrowing slightly. The next moment, Nirvana Phoenix Fire had already obeyed her will and disappeared from the spot like an invisible wind. Except for the scattered dishes and the stumbling demons in the hall, there was no trace of the immortal magic.
She then casually conjured a recording ball and said to them, "I have sealed your recent remarks within this magical ball. For the sake of peaceful relations between our two races, I will not report this to the Father God. When we meet Ye Zun later, I will naturally give him this ball and see what he decides."
Zhu Ying, understanding Jiu Zhao's intentions, echoed the sentiment, saying, "Your Highness is magnanimous and forgiving, yet you all fail to observe even basic etiquette when meeting. I wonder who is attempting to disrupt the relationship between our two races? Why don't we confront the Divine Emperor and have a clear resolution?"
The spilled food and broken dishes fell to the side like flowers scattered by a fairy.
The culprit was labeled as tolerant and generous and forgave for the past.
For a moment, even those as thick-skinned as demons were dumbfounded.
"you!"
Yan Dan, who was straightforward by nature, was not convinced and was about to step forward to argue, but was grabbed by Liang Ye by his sleeve.
"Don't cause trouble."
She solemnly warned him, then took the lead in clasping her arms and bowing, "I, Liang Ye, the Lord of Chimei City, from Fenyehai, pay my respects to His Highness Jiuzhao."
Following her example, the others fell down one after another.
Jiu Zhao ignored the looks of people in the hall who appeared to be submissive but were actually reluctant.
She stepped forward and stepped on the sleeve of Wujiu, who was the last one to bend down.
The glittering phoenix pattern embroidered on the fabric, a symbol of noble status, is lightly embossed into the sole of the shoe.
Jiu Zhao also leaned over and leaned close to his ear, raising the corner of her lips. "Look, so what if you're in love with an outsider? So what if you're a defective product? Back then, you were dissatisfied with the actions of this Mother Goddess, and your entire clan rebelled. Now, don't you still have to swallow your anger and become the lowest of pigs and dogs to submit to me?"
The unstable breathing was suddenly cut off.
Wujiu's pupils, which had turned red due to his fall from the devil, shrank as small as needles.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, filled with unconcealable murderous intent and anger.
Jiu Zhao found it ridiculous.
There wasn't even a hint of discomfort at having his dignity offended.
Now she finally understood.
Words are the most powerless thing.
The losers cannot afford revenge, so they will vent their unwillingness and helplessness over and over again like cicadas in the bitter summer.
She was about to speak again, but Lan Qi's usual voice came from the broken doorway behind her:
"Your Highness Jiu Zhao has come to visit me, and I am sorry for not welcoming you."
Lan Qi had no intention of standing up for the demons, nor did he give any instructions to the maidservants in the corridor. He only asked his personal guards to clean up.
The originally empty palace suddenly became crowded with the influx of dozens of black-robed armored men.
He extended his hand towards Jiu Zhao, no longer showing the sarcasm and sharpness of last night, nor the indifference and coldness of their encounter in the morning.
He said calmly, "The palace is cramped and crowded. We haven't seen each other for a long time. Your Highness, would you like to have a drink with me somewhere else?"
Lan Qi's invitation was just an invitation.
It seemed as if he didn't care whether Jiu Zhao went or not.
But she was driven by an inexplicable emotion, as if if she refused, she would be guilty and afraid of something.
After brushing off the nonexistent dust from his sleeves, Jiu Zhao raised his head and smiled proudly, "Wherever we go, Ye Zun will decide."
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