Chapter 6 Chapter 6 "Father God, my daughter no longer wants to live with Fuxu...
Jiu Zhao was really angry, and Zhu Ying didn't dare to take it lightly anymore.
Under Jiu Zhao's gaze, his face immediately became solemn, he bowed and left.
Jiu Zhao finally felt better.
She sat in her bedroom, took off the life plate from her neck, and washed it eight times with the cleaning technique. The discomfort in her heart subsided a little.
She was thinking about witnessing with her own eyes the miserable appearance of Fuxu being thrown out of Changxi Palace, so she held the long whip upside down and went to the side hall.
The result was beyond her expectations.
The situation in the side hall remained "calm".
As for why it is calm in quotation marks——
After stabbing himself in the abdomen, Fuxu's condition became more serious. Not only was his breath weak, but his abdomen was also bleeding profusely. Medical officers and maids ran in and out, some changing the water and some stopping the bleeding. Everyone's face looked visibly heavy.
Fuxu was seriously injured and fainted, and his life or death was unknown, which was all within Jiuzhao's expectations.
But what she didn't expect was that Zhu Ying dared to disobey her orders.
He stood beside the hall with his hands behind his back. When he saw Jiu Zhao holding a whip, he quickly stepped to the door to prevent her from entering.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, please think twice—
"It is not my will to disobey your orders, but the Supreme God Fuxu has just returned victorious, and the Emperor praised him as a meritorious minister. If we really throw him out of Changxi Palace today, the people of Sanqingtian will be outraged in the future, and I am afraid that the Emperor will not be able to protect you then!"
Zhu Ying opened his arms, leaving no room for Jiu Zhao to break in.
He gave such earnest advice that he only wished he could dig out his own heart as proof.
Seeing this situation, the people who were originally walking quickly huddled back and hid in the hall, fearing that they would be affected by Jiu Zhao's anger if they went out.
However, this time Jiu Zhao didn't want to waste time talking to him.
She raised her whip and struck the ground hard, and a spider-web-like crack immediately appeared on the originally smooth bricks and stones of the courtyard.
"Do you know why I named my natal immortal weapon the Divine Whip?"
As she asked the sinister question, she lashed out viciously with a whip, "I can beat the Supreme God, let alone you!"
A loud blast of wind—
Zhu Ying did not dodge nor cast any spell to resist, and his clothes were torn apart by the long whip with sharp fairy light.
He himself was also hit by the weapon forged by the God Emperor himself, staggering back half a step, but then he straightened his shoulders and continued to block the front of the hall.
In fact, being able to become the personal guard of the Three Pure Ones Crown Prince is enough to show that Zhu Ying has superb immortal power.
Jiu Zhao was also prepared to get entangled with him.
The bloody whip made her eyes pause, and then her anger surged like the sea.
"Will you move aside?"
She asked.
Zhu Ying gathered his blood-soaked clothes and shook his head slowly.
Jiu Zhao gritted his teeth and whipped again.
"I ask you, will you let me?"
"I cannot give in."
Bang!
Another whip.
Snap, snap, snap!
Jiu Zhao asked three times, and Zhu Ying shook his head every time.
The blood dyed the light-colored cloth on his body dark red, and a winding trail flowed from the corner of his lips.
Jiu Zhao just felt like he was being put up.
If I stop today, my dignity will be ruined.
In the end, she became so ferocious that she simply stopped asking questions and whipped Zhu Ying again and again, vowing to beat him until he surrendered.
Just as the tenth whip was about to fall, a voice finally rang out from the vast clouds of Lihentian: "Jiuzhao, stop."
A brilliant light identical to the divine power cast upon the dress fell in front of Zhu Ying, humming as it rapidly expanded into a tangible barrier.
Behind the barrier, Zhu Ying, who was waiting for reinforcements, could not hold on and fell to the ground.
The other party was so seriously injured that Jiu Zhao's heart twitched slightly.
But the anger at having her dignity insulted forced her not to look any further. She simply looked up at the Divine Emperor's projection, which was as vast as the heavens and earth. Reluctantly, she put away her divine whip and bowed. "Jiu Zhao greets Father God—Why is Father God here?"
"No need to ask any more questions. I am waiting for you at the Sanqing Heaven Ziwei Palace. Please come and see me as soon as possible."
"……yes."
No matter what happens, it cannot be compared with the orders of the Three Pure Ones.
Jiu Zhao had to temporarily leave the mess in Changxi Palace behind and head for Ziwei Palace.
Passing through the silent palace, she stepped into the hall silently, and two towering golden doors closed behind her.
Although the place where the God Emperor holds meetings is called Ziwei Palace, its interior is more like a miniature version of the Three Pure Heavens, divided into three floors. The first floor is where the immortals stand and listen attentively, the second floor is where they participate in politics and make reports, and the third floor is the God Emperor's throne with tassels.
There was no one around, Jiu Zhao stood on the second floor, knelt down and greeted loudly, but was lifted up by a cloud and floated to the highest point of Ziwei Palace.
The tassel curtain lifted slightly, and she quickly jumped off the floating cloud, and what she saw was the God Emperor's usual kind face.
"Zhao'er, come here."
He moved sideways and patted the throne, which was more than enough for two people.
This action would make others kneel down in fear, but Jiu Zhao sat down sideways without hesitation.
"Father God, my daughter no longer wants to live with Fuxu."
In front of the God Emperor, all the harsh words and stern expressions Jiu Zhao had used in Changxi Palace disappeared. She drew out her voice and pulled the God Emperor's sleeve, shaking it left and right.
"Why?"
The Divine Emperor didn't seem to take Jiu Zhao's beating of Zhu Ying until he was covered in blood. He raised his hand to smooth down Jiu Zhao's messy hair and jokingly said, "Father, how come someone once said that Fu Xu was handsome and powerful, and that marrying him wouldn't be a disadvantage."
“Then was then, and today is today.
"It's been fifteen hundred years, and my daughter has changed her mind..."
Jiu Zhao was reluctant to tell the God Emperor what happened during the joint cultivation, so he could only lower his head and mumble vaguely.
"If you've thought it through, I, your father, will make the decision for you." The God Emperor didn't reject Jiu Zhao's impulsive request. He agreed to her request and then changed the subject, "But Zhao'er, don't you have any questions about Fu Xu's injury?"
After being reminded by the God Emperor, Jiu Zhao remembered that when he conducted the preliminary examination on Fuxu, he did have many unanswered questions.
Her anxieties subsided considerably as she pondered, "I do have a question I'd like to ask Father God to resolve... My daughter's immortal energy once entered Fuxu's body. His internal injuries were quite strange; they weren't completely eroded by demonic energy. There was a faint scent of phoenix blood."
"Could it be that Wu Shao, the God of Sin suppressed in the Sunless Abyss, has escaped his restraints and returned to the Burning Sea to lead his troops and commit evil?"
The God Emperor shook his head. "Wu Shao's consciousness has long since been extinguished, leaving him a walking corpse. Fu Xu's injury was not his doing. The fact that someone within the Burning Sea possesses the other half of the Phoenix's true blood remains a secret. When the time is right, I, your father, will bring it up with you."
"But Zhao'er, there is one other thing you need to know.
"Fuxu was seriously injured in the demon ambush because of you."
"I?"
Jiu Zhao looked at the God Emperor blankly.
The God Emperor was concise and to the point, explaining the whole story in just a few words.
The gods and demons battled, and Fuxu, after a century of planning, secured ultimate victory. In the final battle to pursue deserters, he was about to enter the heart of the Burning Sea, where the flames raged. He intended to lead his troops back, but unexpectedly spotted Lan Qi, who had remained dormant throughout the battle.
Lan Qi had previously broken off his engagement and humiliated Jiu Zhao. As her husband, Fu Xu naturally couldn't sit idly by and watch his enemy come and go. Concerned that the lower-ranking immortal soldiers couldn't endure the scorching flames, and that the demonic deserters were few and far between, he pursued Lan Qi alone, only to be ambushed.
After a fierce battle, Lan Qi was injured by him.
He was also affected by the power of the Phoenix's true blood, which is the most incompatible with the wood attribute.
"...Did he make up a story to deceive Father God? After my daughter had a heart-to-heart talk with Aunt Danxiao, she also used the power of her true blood to cultivate with him. He finally regained consciousness, but instead of thanking me, he blamed me for being too sentimental!"
Jiu Zhao said she didn't believe it, but she knew very well that the Divine Emperor was the father who loved her the most and there was no reason for him to favor Fu Xu.
The Divine Emperor said earnestly, "Before your mother passed away, she passed on the Phoenix Blood to you. However, you haven't practiced diligently in the past tens of thousands of years, and have been unable to ascend to the rank of Supreme God. Therefore, you can't fully master the power of the Blood. When Fuxu returned, I suggested practicing with you to speed up your recovery, but he refused. I think he was worried that during the practice, you might be harmed by the divine power and endanger yourself."
Jiu Zhao's temper comes and goes quickly.
After listening to the explanation of the God Emperor, the hatred he felt towards Fuxu dissipated a little.
However, due to the past, she still harbored a grudge, so she clung to the Divine Emperor's sleeve, snuggling on his shoulder like a little girl, and mumbling coquettishly, "I hate people who don't speak properly the most. Five hundred years ago, Fuxu had a mouth, but he left without saying goodbye, hiding from me at the border of gods and demons like I was avoiding the plague. Five hundred years later, he came back, and I kindly helped him recover from his injuries, but he kept giving me the cold shoulder—"
"With such a personality clash, it's really hard for my daughter to continue to get along with him and be a respectful couple."
Jiu Zhao only tells his true feelings to his most trusted family members.
The first half still has the usual, condescending tone, but in the second half, the voice gradually becomes lower and a sense of loneliness appears.
How could the God Emperor not feel distressed when his daughter’s marriage was in turmoil?
He sighed deeply, "This is also my fault. The Demon Realm has been turbulent for tens of thousands of years, and there are too many daily affairs to deal with. I began to think about Lan Qi... I thought about Fu Xu, a decent person with outstanding talents. He could be your husband and accompany you by your side, fulfilling his duty as the crown prince."
“Father God—
"My daughter said that she longs for freedom and doesn't want to be the future God Emperor."
Jiu Zhao repeated her thoughts from her heart-to-heart talk with the Divine Emperor many years ago. She softened her voice, leaning down to lean on him, like a fledgling in a storm leaning on its parent bird, its wings spread wide for shelter. "Father God, your life span is as long as the heavens. Why worry about not being able to rule the Three Pure Heavens for eternity? I, your daughter, only want to be a Divine Concubine who never grows up, to be at your knees and be filial to you."
Looking at Jiu Zhao's similar appearance to his wife and listening to her affectionate words, the God Emperor felt his heart turn into a pool of soft water.
Yes, God’s lifespan is close to eternal.
Jiu Zhao is only over 30,000 years old. At this age, he is still a child who has barely reached adulthood in the Three Pure Ones Heaven.
He still has plenty of time to protect Jiu Zhao, teach her how to be a king, and watch her grow up.
Lan Qi's betrayal four thousand five hundred years ago was due to his misjudgment of people, which delayed Jiu Zhao.
If Fuxu still fails in the coming days——
The Divine Emperor's thoughts turned in his mind. He patted Jiu Zhao's shoulder from time to time and promised, "If you really can't get along, your father won't force you to be with Fu Xu. But Zhao'er, Fu Xu has been protecting the peace of the Three Pure Heavens for many years and is the most powerful god of war since Wu Shao. You must promise your father that you will do your best to cleanse Fu Xu of the filth of the Phoenix's true blood.
"Otherwise, if he were to rely on himself, even if his injuries were to recover, he would still suffer from the sequelae of burning bones and tendons."
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