In an instant, the demon they feared and hated became their savior, and even the revered Son of the Divine Phoenix. The cultivators who had been to the Yiling Sect were worried that the people of the Demon Realm would retaliate against them, while at the same time they were unwilling to give up and plotted how to break the barrier of the Yiling Sect again.
That's just how people are: greedy, selfish, and cowardly.
There are bad people everywhere. A person who is good at disguising himself will not let you know, so it is very difficult for you to see through him.
Only your own strength is the one thing you can truly trust.
Inside the Yiling Sect, it was still that small wooden house. Because it had been built deep inside, it had experienced a great battle. Only the wooden house where they had always lived was completely undamaged. After the others left, Geng Qi was settled here.
Outside the wooden house, at a round table made of warm jade, Rong Yu sat on a stone bench looking at the jade thumb ring in his hand. It was crystal clear and warm to the touch, but he couldn't tell what material it was made of.
The information that had surfaced in his mind when he first held it in his hand flashed through his mind one by one, and he couldn't help but squint slightly.
Footsteps approached, stepping on the lush lawn, and walked up to him.
"He is fine; he woke up after sleeping enough."
Rong Yu paused slightly as he rubbed his thumb ring, then pondered, "How is the elder?"
Wan Yue looked tired and said softly, "It's alright."
"..."
Countless members of the clan died or were injured, and the elder was no exception. The ancient tree elder was originally a thousand-year-old divine tree. He was born with intelligence but did not take human form. He always remained in the state of a plant, confining himself to a corner of the world to protect the entire Yi Ling clan.
Rong Yu had no intention of asking any more questions, and the aunt and nephew had nothing more to say. He put away the jade thumb ring in his hand and got up to go back to the small wooden house.
Wan Yue suddenly asked, "Could you... let me see her?"
Looking up at the sky that day, the Drunken Shadow Sword was drawn, destroying the soul of Saint Zhifeng. She clearly sensed that the aura she thought had disappeared had actually been hidden in the blade all along.
Rong Yu paused, turned around to look at her, flipped his palm up, grasped the hilt of the Drunken Shadow Sword, and handed it to her.
Wan Yue's fingertips trembled slightly, somewhat surprised by his decisiveness, but she reached out and took it without hesitation: "...Thank you."
Rong Yu turned and left.
Only after experiencing true despair did he realize that his previous persistence, obsession, and stubbornness were actually insignificant in the face of life.
He stubbornly clung to his dignity, refusing to acknowledge his identity as a member of the Yiling clan, yet he didn't think of any of this when he decided to give up his life.
Perhaps deep down, these things no longer matter.
Regardless of when the people outside left, he pushed open the door of the cabin. On the simple wooden bed without any special decorations lay the person he had found in despair.
During the two days that Geng Qi was in a coma, he had thought about it alone.
Fu Sheng sacrificed the lives of all people to resurrect his former self, the phoenix. Everyone thought this was wrong, but if there were a glimmer of hope, he might make the same choice.
When Geng Qi asked him questions or gave him instructions, he couldn't speak, but even if he could, he wouldn't agree.
Even if he falls into the abyss, even if he is condemned to eternal damnation, he will not regret it as long as he can win back the person in his heart.
With a creak, the wooden door was pushed open. He calmly raised his eyes and was stunned when he saw the empty wooden bed.
The person who had been lying properly on the couch for the past few days was gone, and a purple bird appeared beside the pillow.
Calling it a bird isn't quite accurate. It also has beautiful downy feathers, a small crest on its head, and a long tail. If magnified dozens of times, it would look exactly like the mythical bird Yuzhuo, which rose from the ashes and roared across the heavens.
When the phoenix saw the figure outside the wooden door, its body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and its dark, ink-like eyes blinked very brightly.
Rong Yu finally regained control of his body and walked towards the wooden bed.
The little bird accepted his hands without any resistance. Its fine, soft downy feathers gently touched his palm, and its sharp claws retracted automatically when he picked it up.
Long tail feathers dangled between the fingers, set against the sunlight streaming in from the window, the different shades of purple forming the eye of the feathers, shimmering in the sunlight.
Rong Yu held him still for a long time before speaking softly, "Let me see you, I'm not angry."
"..."
Geng Qi blinked again, then suddenly turned his head to the side.
Only a fool would believe that.
Last time, I was so angry that I almost punched him after he cut off my soul. This time, I almost lost my life. Do you think this guy will let me off the hook?
In short, hide if you can. You're much safer in this form than in human form.
"I'll show it to you when you're not angry anymore."
Rong Yu: "..."
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