Little Phoenix Is Not An Immortal Chapter 13

JUNE 21, 2016 ~ LUEN

Sorry bout how late this one is. Senioritis has taken over and I just don’t feel like doing anything lately cept watching anime and k-dramas =.= Then again, maybe I’m getting affected by remonti…….Well anyways, enjoy!

Chapters 13: Cultivating in the Heavenly Temple (1)

The Devil G.o.d was aloof and remote. Beside his foot was a single gray bird.

“Poisoned gray bird, in the current six realms, only I can save you.”

Hearing the word “save”, Tian Zhen stopped her tears——Alright. Gray bird it is. This description can still be considered as fitting. Devil G.o.d Daren’s G.o.dly power is unrivalled. Him looking down on me, a puny bird, is understandable.

The Devil G.o.d made an “en” sound, and said: “Loyally protecting your master is deserving of praise.” (T/N: en can mean a nonverbal grunt or indication of agreement)

Praise! Praise! Tian Zhen awaited in expectation.

“As such, I will save you this once.” The moment the Devil G.o.d made his decision, not much time pa.s.sed before he took action. If he said he was going to do something, then he was going to do it. Wind gathered in the palm of his hand, causing his sleeve to lift up and a beautiful right hand to be faintly discernable.

He was……planning to use the force of his palm to force the poison out? Realizing that something was wrong, Tian Zhen began to worry.

This G.o.d is the reincarnation of the Death G.o.d from the Ancient Era. Just by blinking he could make several thousand cannon fodders. If by chance his control of this level of violent power wasn’t good, it’s quite possible that I’ll have to follow Yuchen Shaogong and become bone ash together……

The thought had just arose when her entire body was wracked with pain.

“Wa——” While giving a melancholic yell, Tian Zhen had flown over 6m. She had fallen to the ground with her mouth, nose, and ears simultaneously bleeding. (T/N: This is healing?….Now that’s one doc I’d never go visit. Poor birdie.)

The wind stopped gathering in his palm and the sleeve hung down. The Devil G.o.d placed one hand on his back: “The poison has already been forced out.”

When the black blood had finished flowing out, fresh blood flowed out incessantly for a long time. Her five visceras and six bowels seemed to have been pulverized and the unusual pain was incomparable. Breathing became more and more difficult. Tian Zhen laid on the ground dying, without the strength to even cry, with only a bit of consciousness remaining in her head.

The poison was forced out and I’m about to die.

The lowest power output had brought out such severe consequences. The Devil G.o.d didn’t think that anything was wrong at all: “For a puny gray bird to be able to die at my hands is better than you dying from poison.”

Tian Zhen was so honored that her mouth spit out blood foam, almost dying on the spot.

I should’ve predicted that the Death G.o.d wasn’t an expert at saving people sooner. Compared to this method of treatment and its failure, I’d be better off poisoned. At the very least, I’d be able to live a while longer.

A ball of golden light silently flew over, falling to the ground and changing into human form. As it turns out, Zhao Huajun had been on top of the mountain and had also heard that phoenix cry just now. As a result, he had hurriedly rushed back and sure enough, there had been an accident.

Understanding the situation, Zhao Huajun promptly went over and picked up Tian Zhen. After a slight inspection, his heart turned cold. Right now, her five visceras were clearly all split open and there was already no possibility of surviving. Only, because phoenix blood had a natural healing effect, the process was going slowly and she hadn’t died yet.

“What is the meaning of this biaodi?”

The Devil G.o.d didn’t defend himself at all and stood to the side: “It is an example of what the results of opposing me are.”

In the end, Zhao Huajun didn’t lose his cool head. In regards to this biaodi’s power, if he really did want to kill someone, then there definitely wouldn’t be a situation where he would be seriously injured appearing: “The Divine Winged race cannot betray Heaven.”

“In remembrance of our former friends.h.i.+p, I have already tolerated the Divine Winged race for many years,” The Devil G.o.d waved his sleeve, “But because you have repeatedly interfered in the war, from henceforth, I will no longer be lenient towards the Divine Winged race.”

Zhao Huajun sighed and said: “As a natural-born G.o.d, biaodi, we cannot compare to you so it should only make sense for you to protect Heaven. Is there a need for you to insist upon setting yourself against us? If you were to return, His Majesty would certainly place you in an important position. In the future, you would win success and recognition and leave behind a good reputation for thousands of years.”

“Mutual deception and power struggle. This kind of Heaven isn’t fit for me to protect,” The Devil G.o.d gave a long “en” sound and slightly raised his chin, “I by myself am capable of crus.h.i.+ng Heaven.”

Zhao Huajun shook his head.

The Devil G.o.d said: “It’s been said that the Divine Winged race has someone capable of defeating me.”

Zhao Huajun forced a smile: “That is the lie of a nameless saint.”

“Even if the Winged race’s Phoenix King were to cultivate for another hundred thousand years, you still wouldn’t necessarily be able to resist against me for three moves. What kind of person can defeat me?” Absolute arrogance penetrated through his deep laughter, “I’m quite looking forward to verifying the nameless saint’s prophecy.”

A strong breeze swirled, the black sleeve brushed across, and the Devil G.o.d disappeared.

The fire phoenix beside them had long since awakened and expressed puzzlement towards everything that had occurred. It ineffably turned towards its master.

Zhao Huajun gave a sigh. Taking note of the black blood on the ground, he roughly guessed what had happened: “Someone had used poison?”

Tian Zhen didn’t have the strength to nod either. The scenery before her eyes gradually became indistinct.

Who would target a cultivation-less little phoenix? This scheme was clearly directed towards him and had probably injured it by accident. Zhao Huajun’s gaze flickered. He lifted his hand and a very small object rose from the dust on the ground. It then flew from the air, into the palm of his hand.

It was an immortal imprint.

Zhao Huajun unconsciously wrinkled his eyebrows and a long time had pa.s.sed before he lowered his head again to look at the dying Tian Zhen. Within those phoenix eyes was a complicated expression.

There originally wasn’t an antidote to cure this poison. Even if he himself were to suffer from it, he would have to immediately attend to it for at least 2 or 4 hours. Even a slight delay would result in him being no longer capable of being saved. Fortunately, the poison within the little phoenix’s body had been forced out by the power of the Devil G.o.d’s palm with not even a bit remaining. Otherwise, there really wouldn’t be a method to save her.

Unfortunately, the Devil G.o.d was the previous Heavenly Death G.o.d’s reincarnation. This level of power, how could a common body be able to bear it? The poison was removed now and the five visceras had also ruptured. It was still difficult for it to escape from death.

When all was said and done, it was a member of the phoenix race. Having accompanied each other these past couple of days, Zhao Huajun also enjoyed her communicative intelligence. It was a rare feeling. In the end, he couldn’t bear to look on unfeelingly as she lost her life. If it was a clear-cut death then fine, but unfortunately, this appearance of being about to die yet not dying made him increasingly hesitant.

If he wanted to save it, it wasn’t as if there wasn’t a way. The Phoenix King’s heart blood could bring the dead back to life.

However, how important was the Phoenix King’s heart blood? It was formed by condensing the Winged race’s king essence and affected the Winged race’s fate. Only after several tens of thousands of years had pa.s.sed did one drop form. The successive generations of heavenly kings who had ascended the throne would inherit this king essence. People everywhere would need to borrow its power to cultivate. If the king essence was weak, the cultivation of the Winged race would certainly be subjected to a limitation. Life and death are ruled by fate. The successive generations of heavenly kings had all received instructions. Even if there was a need to make an exception, it absolutely should not be for the sake of saving one minor phoenix.

Zhao Huajun was saddened and also rather helpless.

Thinking of how it had been willing to sacrifice itself back then despite its lack of cultivation and how currently, despite him being the king of their race, he was going to watch it die without saving it.

One drop of blood not only contained king essence, but also a millennium’s worth of cultivation. If she were to receive this drop of blood, she would then obtain a millennium of cultivation and afterwards, would only need to cultivate a neidan……

Zhao Huajun’s heart suddenly shook and he blankly stared at Tian Zhen in his arms.