ushernet Chapter 137 Three Lives, Three Worlds (5)
Chapter 137 Three Lives, Three Worlds (5)
"Of course he won't listen to that. If you say that, he'll definitely guess that Little Phoenix has come to the Bird Clan, and he'll definitely come over immediately. But when he comes, he'll find that Little Phoenix isn't here. Then you can bring a bunch of Bird Clan matters to Zheyan, and I don't have to worry about him not abdicating!"
"Doesn't Young Master Feng Yu stay with the Bird Clan?"
"Of course not. I still need to take her out to train. When she returns, the Bird Clan will surely achieve new glory under her leadership. The most urgent task now is to sever Zheyan's connection with the Bird Clan and prevent the Bird Clan's fortune from flowing out!"
"God, we understand!"
"Alright, then we'll be going!" Wangyou wasn't worried at all. After all, they were all ancient monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years, so this was definitely not a difficult thing for them.
"Sister, shall we go to the human world now?"
“Let’s go to the Ghost Clan.” Wangyou suddenly remembered what she had told Tiandao about the Underworld. After thinking it over, she concluded that the Ghost Clan was the most suitable place to nurture the King of the Underworld.
The Ghost Clan was quite different from other places; it was all dark and gloomy. Wangyou had to mentally prepare herself before leading Fengyu inside.
This place would drive even good people crazy, let alone those who live here year-round.
The two arrived at the Great Purple Palace without much trouble, though it would have been even more perfect if they had ignored the small fry they encountered along the way.
"Who dares to trespass into my Great Ziming Palace!" A haughty and domineering figure appeared.
Hmm, black clothes, a thick beard, horns on his head, missing half of his soul, and his body has also lost a lot of essence and blood. No wonder he hasn't come out of the underworld for so long. Wangyou guesses that this must be the ghost clan leader, Qingcang.
"Hey, where did these two Celestial brats come from!" A handsome young man with horns on his head appeared behind Qing Cang, but his eyes were full of ferocity, which ruined half of his good looks.
"What kind of Celestial brat are you? Have some manners!" Wangyou unleashed her divine pressure, forcing the man to his knees.
"What brings you to my Great Ziming Palace?"
"Of course I have something to discuss. May I ask for a drink?" Wangyou said with a smile.
"please!"
"Let's go." Holding Feng Yu's hand, the two swaggered inside and casually found a chair to sit down.
Along the way, Wangyou saw three young ghosts formed from Qingcang's blood essence. This ghost clan leader was indeed a talented person.
The body formed from essence and blood can be considered one's own child, or an external avatar. When necessary, the external avatar can be reintegrated into one's own body, greatly increasing one's strength.
It must be said that this person thinks much more than those in the Celestial Clan who are not mindful of potential dangers. However, he was formed from essence and blood and has now become an independent individual with his own consciousness. He does not really want to return to his original form.
"When did the Celestial Race produce such a young High God?"
"I'm not from the Celestial Clan. I wasn't sure before I came here, but now I am!"
"What's confirmed?"
"Let them all go down."
After pondering for a moment, Qing Cang dismissed everyone.
"Do you know that you were born with a destiny, but half of that destiny has been taken away by people?" Wangyou glanced at the blood wine on the table. She didn't really like it. If she didn't like it, she wouldn't force herself. She took out two peaches from her space, gave one to Fengyu, and ate the other herself.
"What did you say? Little brat, you have to take responsibility for what you said!"
"I take responsibility for what I say. If you don't believe me, we can have a fight first. I'm sure I won't lose." Wangyou knew this person liked to fight, which suited her well; she also occasionally enjoyed fighting.
"Then let's fight first. I want to see how powerful your divine cultivation is!" After saying that, Qing Cang went straight out.
Wangyou wasn't in a hurry. She slowly finished eating the peach and then said to Fengyu, "Be a good girl and wait here for your sister to come back."
"Sister, come on!"
After thinking for a moment, Wangyou picked up the golden brick and tested its feel; it was indeed quite nice.
Qingcang and the others were getting impatient and were about to curse when they saw Wangyou appear.
What are you doing with that brick?
"With a brick in hand, I'm invincible!" Wangyou replied with a smile, and then took the lead in making her move.
Qing Cang, wielding his halberd, was filled with fighting spirit. The two fought evenly, and for a time it was difficult to determine a winner.
"Hey, luckily you had half your soul taken away at birth, otherwise I really wouldn't be a match for you!" Wangyou tested Qingcang's strength and prepared to officially beat him up with a brick.
The ghost clan crowd below, who were watching with great interest, suddenly realized that the situation had changed and they had been tricked. The brick in the girl's hand suddenly grew larger, and the girl in pink carried the big brick and started smashing it against Qing Cang, leaving him completely powerless to fight back.
"Alright, alright, let's stop fighting!" Qing Cang quickly left the battlefield, touching the bump on his head that was still painful.
"Can we talk properly now?" Wangyou, carrying a large brick, also landed on the ground.
"That's enough!" Qing Cang didn't want to get hit with a brick anymore. He didn't know what this thing was made of, and the wound could only heal on its own.
"Alright then!" Wangyou put away her beloved brick with a slight regret.
You must know something about the ever-increasing amount of the Three Poisons and Turbid Qi in the Four Seas and Eight Deserts, right?
"I know some of it, but wasn't he suppressed by Donghua?"
"Donghua can only suppress, but cannot eliminate. Do you know why the Three Poisons Turbid Breath cannot be eliminated?"
"Why? Could it be related to me? I can't take the blame for this."
"I wouldn't have told you this if it had nothing to do with you. As long as the underworld reappears, the turbid aura of the three poisons will naturally dissipate slowly."
"But what does this have to do with my ghost clan?"
"You should have been the Heavenly King of the Underworld, but half of your soul was taken away at birth. That half of your soul was probably suppressed, which is probably related to Xie Guzhou and her brother. Otherwise, they wouldn't be in charge of the Underworld now."
"You want me to take back that half of my soul."
"good."
"What benefits would I get?"
"Once you become the King of the Underworld, the Heavenly Dao will redistribute the territory. Then you won't have to envy the Celestial Clan anymore. You'll be able to stand on equal footing with them!"
"You've hit the nail on the head! Why does Father God think that my Ghost Clan is inherently inferior?" Qing Cang said angrily after taking a sip of wine.
Upon hearing the words "Father God" again, Wangyou suddenly felt that this so-called Father God was playing a grand game.
"So, you have to get back that half of your soul, and I will help you!" Suddenly, Wangyou had a bell in her hand. If she sensed your other half of your soul, it would glow red.
"Why do you help me?" Qing Cang looked at the bell in his hand, remained silent for a moment, and then put it away.
“I guess it’s because I also don’t like those gods!” Wangyou smiled. “Tell me about Father God.”
"Father God is said to be the first nine-clawed black dragon at the beginning of heaven and earth. He founded the academy and took in many students, such as me, Donghua, Zheyan, Baizhi, Moyuan, Yaoguang, Shaowan and others. We were all students in the same batch. At that time, I often played with Shaowan and Yaoguang. But now things have changed."
A hint of nostalgia flickered in Qing Cang's eyes.