Chapter 29 The Qilin's severed tail and ears were so small, they were gone in one bite.
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Dongfang Yaotian felt as if everything before him was a dream.
In his most distant and hazy memories, he seemed to be born in a magnificent and splendid fairyland, where someone lifted him up as if he were the center of the entire universe.
Later, he was born from the dragon bed of Tianyan Kingdom as a noble little prince. As soon as he awakened his spiritual power, he possessed the Heavenly Wind Spirit Bone, which was admired and revered by countless people. He was a talent that was one in ten thousand.
Later, he met Gong Yuqiu, who also possessed a Heavenly-level spiritual bone. The two were soulmates, and their meeting seemed to be preordained by fate. Although their relationship was fraught with twists and turns, they never wavered in their ambition to destroy the underworld for the sake of all living beings.
But now, it's like he's had a childhood dream, and when he wakes up, everything has collapsed.
The blood of the underworld, like a waterfall and a mist, instantly and completely engulfed him!
An unprecedented, intense, and extremely domineering force began to break through his meridians.
The Nether Bone Blade, which was always at his side, was vibrating violently, as if it were sensing this primordial, boundless power.
Dongfang Yaotian realized with absolute clarity that this was the blood of a member of the Underworld Clan at their peak, which was irrevocably altering his spiritual bones and mortal body, igniting an endless thirst for power from the depths of his soul.
Dongfang Yaotian had to admit that it was an extremely terrifying yet shocking feeling.
Even with his extraordinary talent and divine spirit bone, he still felt a vast power far exceeding his own and that of humans, which was gradually seeping into his bone marrow.
In a certain moment, it felt as if I had ascended to heaven.
Chen Jinshi stood at a distance with his arms crossed, watching and nodding. The effect was indeed very pleasing.
The secret: "..."
The male protagonist obtained several times more Dark Blood than the female protagonist, so the impact was obviously far more extraordinary.
Dongfang Yaotian's sharply defined face was filled with a dazed and confused expression. As the Wind Spirit Essence was forcefully enhanced by the Nether Blood, it condensed into a storm. He murmured as he looked at his palm.
This is... this is the effect of being enhanced with the flesh and blood of the Netherworld Clan?
So why have countless people throughout history flocked to it, becoming addicted to it?
Gong Yuqiu stared at him blankly, finally snapping out of her daze. "Yaotian, what's wrong with you too?!"
With a powerful roar, Dongfang Yaotian struggled to his feet, his eyes bloodshot: "Qiu'er, I've come to hell to join you—"
Gong Yuqiu looked up in alarm, tears streaming down her face. "How could you be so foolish? Do you know what this means? We are no longer fair seekers of the Way..."
Dongfang Yaotian pulled her into his arms.
Chen Jinshi clapped with a smile, his pale face full of expectation, and turned to look at Miaojue: "How is it? Are you satisfied?"
Miao Jue went from initial shock to rage, and finally fell silent, “…”
It has to be said that the two of them have indeed reconciled.
They made up in a way that was suicidal.
There is indeed someone in this world who understands the tragic love story between the male and female protagonists better than her—the evil villain next to her with ten years of experience in the industry.
But from then on, the male and female protagonists went completely astray!
Once someone has tasted the flesh and blood of the Netherworld Clan, they either ascend to the pinnacle of power or become like the Magpie Sun Immortal or one of the countless powerful and wealthy families on this continent, insatiably greedy throughout their lives.
I will never again regard other lives as lives.
Miaojue slapped away his hand that was grabbing her wrist rope without any expression. Wouldn't that make them love cutting down trees even more from now on?
They were already very uncaring towards the environment, and now look what happened!
Chen Jinshi blinked obediently, her peach blossom eyes sparkling yet bewildered.
Why are you angry?
Gong Yuqiu slowly and heavily raised her head. The reason she had been so dazed and bewildered was because she now truly understood why her master and senior brother Mei were so hopelessly yearning for "it".
Because...because it's a feeling of becoming a god...
It turns out that the Heavenly Spirit Bone is not the end at all. It turns out that even standing on the mountaintop, they can only touch a corner of the universe. When they discover that there is a simple way to devour this power and ascend to the heavens... who can resist such temptation?
Dongfang Yaotian smiled wickedly and arrogantly, "Qiu'er, with me here, there is absolute fairness. I will never submit to the flesh and blood of the Netherworld Clan, and I will never eat a single bite of their flesh!"
Gong Yuqiu was deeply shaken. This was the true supreme path, and her gaze gradually hardened.
...
Miaojue raised an eyebrow.
In a sense, the male and female protagonists are a refreshing and pure example of a mudslide.
It's as if two simple-minded landlord's foolish sons were raised on a celestial robe stained with blood and mud.
Gong Yuqiu and Dongfang Yaotian held hands and looked at the parched land. "The most urgent matter is the well-being of the people! No matter what we become, this will remain unchanged."
Dongfang Yaotian's eyes revealed a captivating affection: "Qiu'er, I knew it, we were destined to walk the same path in this life."
Chen Jinshi had been secretly observing Miaojue's expression. Seeing that her expression relaxed again, he quietly moved closer and touched her shoulder.
Miao Jue glanced at the culprit behind this peaceful life with a blank expression.
Neither the male nor female lead considered why the Netherblood suddenly appeared.
These two Heavenly Spirit Bone cultivators, both with considerable cultivation levels, how could they suddenly be injected with Nether Blood? Is it possible that someone they trusted secretly did it?
Before entering the Jade Void Sect, at the bottom of the cliff, the old man with beard and eyebrows reminded them to be careful of those close to them.
Dongfang Yaotian took Gong Yuqiu's hand, looked at the destructive traces left by the Netherworld Clan around them, and smiled crookedly: "As expected of the Netherworld Clan, they were able to lay the blood catalyst without us even realizing it."
Gong Yuqiu frowned in thought, "I'm afraid we were already caught in the trap when we participated in the Immortal Competition at the Crimson Cloud Sect last time."
"Qiu'er makes a very good point!"
Miao Jue slowly covered her face.
The young man in white beside her leaned against her shoulder, lowered his head and whispered, "I told you long ago, they're mentally challenged."
The clever trick was to turn away from his face, and the solution in his mind slowly became clearer.
Chen Jinshi's gaze then shifted to her round, white, and lustrous earlobe, and he was lost in thought for a second.
It's strange, human ears are so small.
It was gone in one bite.
"Qiu'er, look, what's that coming from the horizon?" Dongfang Yaotian suddenly said.
The key point came back to mind, and the main storyline began.
Someone's eyes were caught off guard when they met her clear, sharp gaze. He hurriedly turned away, then casually looked back.
"So how are you going to deal with the immortals of Langhuan?" Chen Jinshi crossed his arms and approached her in a pretentious manner, a hint of interest flickering in his eyes.
Miaojue sensed that his gaze was malicious and did not answer.
In the original storyline, everyone said that this drought was a divine punishment caused by the reappearance of the Underworld Clan, which triggered a true climax in the male and female protagonists' powerful massacre of the Underworld.
Together with several celestial envoys dispatched by Langhuan, they annihilated the eighth and ninth members of the Netherworld Clan, shocking the world. But after this, Dongfang Yaotian suddenly awakened his destiny and vaguely recalled his memories of his previous life—he was shocked to discover that the celestial envoy was his second aunt.
These immortals of the Langhuan Immortal Court are actually related to him by blood?! Then who exactly is he?
The male protagonist, who has always pursued fairness and the Great Dao, suddenly became furious. No matter what his identity was in his past life, he will walk the Great Dao alone in this life!
He then severed the karmic token with a single stroke, refusing to become a member of the royal family or a Celestial Dragon.
I couldn't understand the secrets before, but now I can see the true intentions of Langhuan Immortal Court.
The tribulations of destiny must be completed by the chosen one himself. The intervention of external forces from the upper realm will make the destiny incomplete. This is why the bestowal of a golden finger and the awakening of opportunity must be accidental, in order to reduce the taint of karma.
Cause and effect is one of the most important principles in this world.
Therefore, the Heavenly Court first sent out celestial envoys under the pretext of natural disasters and droughts, and then had to take action to punish the Netherworld Clan due to their chaos. At the same time, it passively assisted the Chosen One in completing the massacre of the Netherworld. Everything was done in accordance with the natural course of events.
Once the Underworld Clan is completely wiped out, Dongfang Yaotian will awaken his consciousness and sever the karmic ties he has created through blood relations.
Then everyone was clean and pure, their destiny flawless.
Since this is the outcome, why not expedite the process?
The male protagonist now possesses the blood of the underworld, and is in a time when he cannot tolerate the slightest injustice.
...
Under the ten great seals covering the sky, several immortals slowly floated in the air.
They were clearly out of place in this mortal world, their bodies shrouded in mysterious ripples. The rain god's water elemental power selectively descended upon the mortal realm, followed by the thunder god, Venerable Lei Gong, who had appeared before, and finally, a dignified and solemn wind-elemental immortal with flowing robes.
The Wind Envoy first glanced at Dongfang Yaotian, who was standing on the ground, with a hint of affection, and then noticed that his spiritual bones were abnormal, obviously stained with Netherworld blood—but that was not a big deal.
She turned her gaze away; now was not the time to acknowledge Yao'er.
Strangely, she seemed not to see Chen Jinshi at all.
The man stood tall and elegant beside the chosen one, ready to strike at any moment, yet the celestial envoys failed to notice him.
Lei Gong looked around in surprise, then relaxed. Last time... that tenth person, after all, feared the wrath of the gods of Langhuan and went into hiding.
The Wind Envoy coldly gazed at the ravaged earth, paying no heed to the prostrate mortals, but instead continuously scanning her surroundings with her divine sense.
"Those beasts are nearby. For the sake of the common people, they must be killed without mercy." As she spoke, a long wind rose, and the damaged stone pillars and heavenly ladders in the Jade Void Sect were swept away by the wind. Instantly, many trees in the Seventh Heaven were uprooted.
This environmentally unfriendly consciousness is indeed ingrained in their bones.
Chen Jinshi looked at Changtian with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.
It's been a century since I last saw Langhuan, and she's truly become quite powerful. She's seized the power of one of the top three members of the Underworld Clan and is now so smug.
He's standing right in front of me, how come I can't see him?
Beneath the flowing white robes, ashes quietly spread, like the scorching, surging shadows beneath the sky, poised to incinerate several immortal bones and reduce them to ash at any moment—
A small hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve. "Don't let them out, okay?"
The eighth Silver Fox and the ninth Panda both died in this massacre—no one knows whether they truly perished or were nominally dead but actually entered the next cage.
Miao Jue did not personally experience this battle, but she heard the whole story after the male and female protagonists argued in front of the tree. The Immortal Envoy Lang Huan had complete control over the three Netherworld Clan attributes and came with magic weapons and immortal arrays that were absolutely countered by them. Their strength might not be much in front of the Netherworld Clan at their peak, but the three Netherworld Clan members were all injured and suffered extremely heavy casualties in this battle.
Chen Jinshi gathered up the ashes behind him. Although he hadn't intended for them to come out, being held by Miao Jue personally made him feel exceptionally good.
"Don't worry," Chen Jinshi said, taking her wrist in his hand and smiling as he smiled, "I'll kill him myself."
The clever trick: "??" What's there to be worried about?
Dongfang Yaotian had already flown into the air to greet them. He had never met the several Langhuan Immortal Envoys before, yet he felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to them. It was like seeing a magnificent and splendid blessed land in a dream, with the same feeling of familiarity.
Dongfang Yaotian frowned slightly. In his memory, his father was the Emperor of Tianyan Kingdom and his sister was Dongfang Qian. How could he feel close to the immortals in front of him?
But with the calamity of the underworld looming and the earth parched, this is not the time to dwell on other matters.
The Wind Envoy smiled and said, "Young friend Dongfang, we have come because of the unusual phenomenon in the heavens and earth, there is no need to worry about it."
Gong Yuqiu flew to Dongfang Yaotian's side and solemnly said, "As long as the Netherworld Clan is not eliminated, the drought will not end. The people cannot wait that long. Even if the Rain God bestows blessings, it can only quench their thirst temporarily. Today... we cannot let them go any longer."
The Rain God's approving gaze fell on Gong Yuqiu, who possessed the Water Spirit Bone.
Dongfang Yaotian nodded solemnly, but the Nether Bone Blade in his hand malfunctioned at this moment. Could it be that there were too many Nether Race members appearing this time, causing the guiding spiritual energy field to become chaotic?
The Netherworld Clan, which had just been ravaging the Jade Void Sect, is now lying dormant. How can they be slaughtered?
The Wind Envoy remained calm and composed, his silk ribbons and shawls shimmering with ethereal beauty, his jade pendants tinkling as he slowly released something from his palm.
The smile in Chen Jinshi's eyes paused for a moment.
It was a slightly curved, sharp object, with an inextinguishable flame burning at its red tip, the blazing light gradually dimming.
...the tail of a Qilin.
That was Miaojue's most trusted second brother.
The Wind Envoy smiled slightly at Dongfang Yaotian and Gong Yuqiu: "It's alright. These beasts are always cunning and treacherous. I have a magic weapon here—as long as we cut them into pieces, grind their scales into powder, and scatter them in all directions, we can catch traces of the Netherworld Clan."
The surrounding area was silent.
Gong Yuqiu's surprised and doubtful voice rang out: "But this thing looks..." like a living creature?
The Immortal Envoy of the Wind shook his head regretfully, his voice clearly heard among the mountains: "It's a pity that this magic weapon is one of a kind, and it cannot be reused. Once it's ground up, there will be no second one."
Dust settled silently as he smiled, his fingertips pressing against the roar and buzzing of the compass. The embers had already slowly climbed Mount Wenxian.
The fire qilin had only one tail; once destroyed, it could not be reborn, and its magical power was greatly diminished.
She's trying to provoke me.
The lurking Netherworld race was forced to make a choice—whether to come out and face their own death, or to watch as the Qilin's tail was completely severed.
Dongfang Yaotian couldn't help but say, "Is that so? Then it's better to use the Netherbone Blade in my hand."
He reached out his hand without any hesitation, and the other person, with loving eyes, readily and confidently passed it to him.
The Kirin Tail of the Second Phantom Lord is certainly precious.
But no matter how precious it is, it is not as precious as the chosen one who was supported by Langhuan's efforts over a hundred years.
Dongfang Yaotian, completely unaware, looked the Qilin tail over and over again. A girl in a blue dress with her head down walked out from beside him.
The Wind Envoy glanced at her, knowing that she was Yao'er's younger sister under the guise of her tribulation, with inferior spiritual bones and unusable.
Seeing his younger sister's curiosity about the thing in her hand, Dongfang Yaotian said indulgently, "Qianqian, be careful to stay away from it."
Miaojue nodded and carefully touched the section of the Qilin's tail.
In an instant, the scorching light engulfed her vision, but Miaojue sensed time in that very moment.
After all things in the world are separated from their physical bodies and become independent, they have their own time. Fortunately, Langhuan was given the mission temporarily, so this time is very "fresh".
She could tell by touch that the unicorn's tail had been broken off for three days.
How did Dongfang Yaotian awaken and recognize the immortal messenger named Dongfang Fufeng as his second aunt?
After successfully annihilating the Netherworld Clan, he suddenly saw the jade pendant on the waist of the Wind Envoy, which instantly stirred up the long-sealed memories of the Upper Realm in his mind, and he angrily severed the cause and effect.
The jade pendant is now unremarkable, clearly having undergone temporary alterations—it will only reveal its true form at the right time, so that it might be discovered by Dongfang Yaotian.
Given time, she'll find a way.
Miao Jue released the Qilin's tail, took a few steps back, and stopped in front of the silent white-robed youth.
“I have a way,” she whispered. “Don’t move.”
Chen Jinshi's gaze slowly settled on her slender shoulders.
Even if the villain discovers her special power, there's nothing she can do. Miaojue can't just stand by and watch the Silver Fox, drained of blood, and the panda, skinned alive, die today.
Dongfang Fufeng looked at the still silent surroundings and couldn't help but smile.
A hundred years later, those livestock were much more composed.
But what the Underworld Clan has always found most unbearable is the suffering of its own kind. That's why the Four Crimson Tigers of the Underworld risked their own destruction to leave them a sliver of hope.
Dongfang Fufeng recalled the Qilin tail, and the mysterious wind blades in his palm rolled like thousands of blades at the same time. This was the immortal technique of the Xuan-level Wind Spirit Bone.
"In that case, I will crush this magical artifact into the wind and make it visible—"
The wind blades stirred the flames on the Qilin's tail, and a silver fox claw seemed about to leap out from the edge of the mountains.
But just as the wind blade shattered the tail fire, the Qilin tail in Dongfang Fufeng's hand suddenly disappeared!
Without hesitation, Miao Jue transferred the rings of time that were fixed in her palm to the jade pendant at her waist.
Turn the clock hand back.
The most unique spiritual energy in the world flowed slowly.
Dust settled, and her long, drooping eyelashes trembled slightly.
Dongfang Fufeng looked at his palm, his expression clearly surprised.
She subconsciously thought this was the work of Ming Er. After all, it was the only fire qilin in the world. Could it be that it still had the power to regenerate after its tail was severed?
But he was already so weak...
Dongfang Yaotian was also very surprised, not expecting that this immortal artifact was even less reliable than the Netherbone Blade in his hand.
He swung the Netherbone Blade again, trying to point out the location of the Netherworld Clan, but his peripheral vision suddenly froze.
A dreamlike memory suddenly attacked his brain, making Dongfang Yaotian understand in a flash why he felt close to the person in front of him. A huge sense of absurdity enveloped him, as if everything he had experienced was just a play arranged by others!
“Dongfang Fufeng.” His eyes gleamed with arrogance as he suddenly uttered the name of the Wind Immortal Envoy before him, each word distinct and deliberate.
The other party was startled and immediately looked down, only to find that the jade pendant belonging to the Dongfang family at his waist had somehow been removed from its disguise and was now shining brightly in front of Yaotian.
She wanted Yaotian to sever his blood ties and continue his tribulation, but not now!
Memories of the Celestial Court flashed through Dongfang Yaotian's mind, like events from a past life. He finally understood that he was the most unjust being under heaven.
It's laughable that he actually thought it was a despicable act to forcibly improve his cultivation using the Nether Bone technique, when in fact he had already cheated much more!
His resolve to follow the Dao was severely shaken!
The spiritual bones that the Netherblood had forcibly raised were still unstable and began to flow backward and cause a backlash.
Gong Yuqiu exclaimed in surprise: "Yaotian?"
"Yao'er, don't get agitated," Dongfang Fufeng quickly lowered his voice, "Intercepting the Netherworld Clan is the priority, you bear a heavy responsibility..."
"Enough!" Dongfang Yaotian pointed his knife at his second aunt and roared wildly.
"What's real? Tell me, what's real!"
"Yao'er, don't shout!" Dongfang Fufeng rushed over, trying to calm him down.
At this moment, Dongfang Yaotian's extremely low ignition point completely erupted.
The black-clad male protagonist, exuding an irresistible charm, soared into the air and spoke arrogantly through the whirlwind:
"I want this Great Dao, which I have personally comprehended! I want this world, which I have personally traversed!"
"Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!"
Dongfang Yaotian directly challenged the greatest injustice in the world!
…
Miao Jue slowly walked to the side, watching Lang Huan's celestial envoy, who dared not truly fight, nor could he retreat, and was forced back dozens of miles by the eldest son of the Dongfang family.
She turned her head and saw a fox's head slowly emerging from the mountains and forests, followed by a fish's head and a bear's head with drooping dark circles under its eyes.
Perhaps influenced by the male lead, she felt a strange sense of familiarity when she looked at the three pairs of eyes in front of her.
But during the ten years she lived as a tree, she never had any contact with these big friends.
The silver-furred fox's eyes held a multitude of emotions, as it hesitated, wanting to say something to her. But then the figure of the young man in white appeared, waving them away.
"Next step is to rescue the second son."
The group exchanged glances, their expressions hardening, then turned and plunged into the woods to prepare.
Chen Jinshi turned around and met Miao Jue's suspicious look. He immediately hid his fingertips, which bore the red birthmark, behind his back.
If they are recognized, then the fact that he is actually a bird will also be exposed.
No, no, that won't do.
Dust settled, and his long eyes turned to the girl.
Let's just be decent human beings.
Miao Jue felt even stranger. After several encounters, it seemed that these friends from the Underworld did not hate the villain.
If Chen Jinshi really did eat flesh and blood and control and enslave them, they probably wouldn't be so calm, right?
Miaojue couldn't help but take a closer look at this familiar yet unfamiliar person.
...So what exactly is he?
Dust settled, his back tensing involuntarily. His gaze hesitated, but he quickly shifted his attention and asked, "Are you very thirsty? Your lips are cracked. Do you need me to help you...?"
After he finished speaking, he seemed to be thinking of something, and his gaze suddenly darted around.
Miaojue pursed her lips. The rain god hadn't given Tianyan Kingdom much rain. Her tree trunk was indeed dry, but it could hold on for a while.
Chen Jinshi's gaze, which had been wandering around for a while, finally settled on her beautifully shaped lips. Her peach blossom eyes fixed on them, and she nervously pinched her fingertips, her heart pounding wildly, feeling a little dizzy from thinking.
"...How about I go back and water it for you?"
Miaojue thought to himself, "If only you would prevent me from getting slashed a few more times"—then he suddenly paused.
Wait, how did he know to water the tree?
He knows she's not Dongfang Qian?
As if confirming some ominous premonition, when the Chosen One and the immortal envoy of the Dongfang family fought their way away, the Langhuan Tenfold Seal above her head moved again.
The array was covered with knotted ropes like stars, arranged and rotating in a certain pattern. Suddenly, a dazzling blue light shot out from the fifth position in the center of the earth and sprinkled onto the ground.
Miaojue felt something burning the top of her head.
When I looked up, I almost went blind.
The light was actually focused on her head?!
Chen Jinshi's previously nonchalant expression suddenly changed.
Miao Jue quickly heard the system inform him that the Ten Great Seals of Langhuan were equivalent to a warning system covering the entire continent. When a violation of the Langhuan Covenant or the laws of heaven and earth was discovered, it would be locked down and punished in order to maintain order on the entire continent.
Miao Jue's heart skipped a beat, and her almond-shaped eyes immediately turned to the villain in front of her.
So, did the villain discover that she was a soul from another world after pursuing her for ten years, and that's why he was caught by the law?
When did he discover her connection to the tree? No wonder he was so concerned about the red string of fate on her wrist—
Dust settled, and with a cold glance at the sky through his peach blossom eyes, he was about to take her hand to avoid the tenfold seal.
Suddenly, the other person grabbed his neck with both hands.
Chen Jinshi was stunned, feeling as if she had appeared in his arms, the force of her gripping his neck felt like she was touching him... Her almond-shaped eyes blazed with fire, and her lips drew even closer, opening and closing rhythmically.
She seemed to be saying something like, "It's all your fault," or "I'm going to fight you to the death."
But once the dust settled, nothing could be heard anymore.
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