Chapter 518 Extra: The Decline of the Phoenix Clan (1)
Qingluan never expected that, despite her severely weakened health, she would die after Wangyue.
Yes, there are hundreds of mountains that have spared no effort in using the source stream to keep their lives afloat, so how could they die so easily? It's just that this source stream can slow down the decay of the physical body, but it can't hold back the wear and tear on the soul.
Inside the Golden Cauldron Palace, the extravagance remained. On the main seat, the coffin still stood, with a blue phoenix lying in front of it, its blue feathers turning white and its body withered.
Over the years, Shan Bai has treated Qingluan exceptionally well; in fact, one could say he has been excessively kind.
If Qingluan were younger and not suffering from the pains of aging, she would feel that if she met a wise ruler again, she would definitely serve him loyally to repay his kindness.
But right now, she was already buried up to her mouth by yellow earth, barely clinging to life.
She occupies the position of First Divine Servant in this precarious situation, which makes the other divine servants jealous of her. Behind Shan Baishu's back, these young divine servants say and do all sorts of things, and she has no way to gather evidence, which is truly agonizing.
This time, the attendants in the hall dispersed again. She looked up at Shan Baishu and pleaded weakly once more, "Lord Baishu, I have given you all the keys to the treasury. I have nothing left to hide. Please let me die."
With his head covered in white bones, Shan Baishu put the key into his hair and shook his head seriously, saying, "Bluebird, why are you asking this question again? Isn't it better to be alive?"
Every time the Lone God Servant of the Danxue Mountains sees me, he asks me to take good care of your health, so that you may see the Phoenix Clan prosper again in your lifetime.
These same words again!
No matter how many times he was asked this question, Shan Baishu always used these words to reject his desire to die.
Qingluan couldn't help but ask angrily again, "My lord, why is this?"
The Fire Fox lineage has a past connection with the Delusional Moon, but I, Qingluan, have no dealings with them.
"If she doesn't ask you to take good care of Wangyue, how can you expend your life force to keep me alive?"
Now that the key was in hand, Shan Baishu no longer wanted to keep Qingluan hanging on like this. He said, "Qingniao, do you know Qingluan Peak? Our sovereign, Lady Ji, was born there."
The phoenix genus of Qingluan Peak is almost extinct. You are now the only remaining elder relative of the sovereign, Lady Ji. How could I, a lowly deity, allow you to die so easily?
"Lord Ji?" Qingluan opened her cloudy eyes and thought for a moment, then said, "Who is she? And what does she have to do with me?"
Shan Bai lowered his head, thought for a moment, and said, "It is said that she is a descendant of your sister."
"Your sister's lineage of phoenix blood has long since died out, leaving only her and her brother Ji Zhuang, the divine servant. How can you be unrelated to each other?"
"Ah, I see."
Qingluan smiled bitterly, a hint of reminiscence suddenly rising in her eyes. She said, "Our new ruler is so kind-hearted. Could he be a puppet?"
If she is a descendant of my sister, shouldn't she have executed me, the culprit of the Fire Phoenix Clan, on the spot?
Shan Baishu nodded in deep agreement and said, "The Lord is indeed kind-hearted. Since taking office, he has been cultivating the spiritual veins of the Nine Provinces and opening up education for all races. This is something I greatly admire."
Having said that, He pinched the Azure Phoenix's beak and poured in a few drops of the Source Flow, saying, "Since you are determined to die, I cannot always force you, but I think Lord Ji will be somewhat interested in your past stories."
"Since you wish to die, then leave behind your story. That way, I, a humble god, can give an account to the Supreme Lord."
Then, He summoned two bluebirds into the hall, took out a bottle, handed it to one of the bluebirds, and said, “You two serve Qingluan and talk to her. If she wants to tell the old stories of the Phoenix Clan, write them down; if she does not want to tell, feed her the contents of this bottle.”
He then set off for his newly acquired treasure trove.
As the source flowed out, the rich spiritual energy quickly spread throughout Qingluan's body, nourishing her broken form and preventing her soul from easily dissipating.
I'm not dead, my head still hurts, but I can't do anything about it.
The blue phoenix let the two bluebirds roughly wipe its beak and straighten it up like puppets. The blue phoenix's thoughts drifted away, recalling its youth.
She closed her eyes and said, "You two, bring me the jade tablet. I will tell you what to do, and you will carve it."
I'm about to die, but I need to let Lord Ji know that I did nothing wrong.
At that time, my mother was extremely unfair. She knew perfectly well that I was also her child, yet she allowed my older siblings to call me a bastard and to make me live as a lowly person in the Fire Phoenix Clan.
Although mixed-race people were not well-liked in the great clans at that time, Qingluan felt that she should not be treated so harshly!
"I cannot choose my bloodline, nor was my birth my own intention."
We are both children of the same mother, so why should I suffer such unfair treatment, and even be forbidden from practicing the clan's secret techniques!
That's so unfair!
With each beating, Qingluan's inner voice grew ever more resolute.
Countless times, huddled under the cave, she would silently cry out in her heart: "Where is there a bird that is noble as soon as it hatches from its shell!"
If only there were no pure-blooded phoenixes in this world! Without pure blood, I would never have been humiliated!
Once the seeds of hatred are sown, they will actively seek fertile ground for survival, waiting for an opportunity to sprout and retaliate.
Finally, the opportunity that Qingluan had been waiting for arrived.
During yet another beating, the older sister used her wing claw to strike the Azure Phoenix's head upwards, sending it soaring into the sky. There, she saw a golden chariot approaching.
Ha, who else but a few main gods could use golden dragons to pull a chariot and ride in such a magnificent carriage?
The mother and the clan elders still indulge in fantastical dreams, fantasizing about regaining power in the Dragon and Phoenix Palace and restoring its former glory.
They were unwilling to be subservient to the gods, but Qingluan was willing. Otherwise, if she continued to be beaten like this, she might never see the sun rise again!
She knew this was her chance! If she missed it, she might never have another one!
She flapped her wings, which had few good feathers left, and flew towards the woods as usual, while her brothers and sisters chased after her for a while.
Just when Qingluan thought she was about to be beaten to death with nowhere to hide, her sister said, "That's enough. She's already badly injured today. This is enough to prevent her from really being beaten to death."
"Let's go back. That bastard always recovers from his injuries and crawls back on his own."
They flew away quickly, leaving behind the wounded Qingluan. The Qingluan frantically flapped its tattered wings and shouted at the carriage that had not gone far, "Wait for me, wait for me!"
The one pulling the cart that day was none other than Long Jun, a new generation powerhouse of the Golden Dragon Clan.
Unlike the stubborn birds of the Phoenix Clan, most pure-blooded dragon beings have a flexible bottom line. Knowing that they are powerless to resist the main gods, they seek new paths.
Some of them went on to become charioteers and pets for the gods.
Some degraded their own bloodline by intermarrying with other ethnic groups;
Some dive into the sea and never reappear;
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Since the dragons currently on stage all serve the gods, their reputation is very bad. "Dragon's benevolence" is considered a very polite greeting.
Privately, cultivators of all races despise such behavior—those who voluntarily offer themselves to serve as vassals of deities—and have all sorts of opinions about it.
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