Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1092 - 1092 35 Wind... Kindergarten Principal 2-in-1

Chapter 1092: Chapter 35 Wind… Kindergarten Principal [2-in-1] Chapter 1092: Chapter 35 Wind… Kindergarten Principal [2-in-1] The Golden Emperor’s call was tinged with a trace of astonishment, surprise, and indeed even a hint of shame…

All in all, it was hilarious!

The others also turned their heads, unanimously widening their eyes.

They could hardly believe their ears.

Poisoned?

You’re the freaking Snake Emperor…

How could you be bitten by a seemingly insignificant little snake and get poisoned, and with snake venom no less?

This whole affair… how could it be so laughable!

The infuriated Snake Empress exclaimed, “What nonsense are you spouting?”

The Snake Emperor extended his hand, his face filled with nothing but shock and amazement, “I really did get poisoned, I truly did, I didn’t want to, but it really happened… Look, look… my son has poisoned me with his bite!”

At this moment, he felt not shame but a touch of pride.

I’m the Snake Emperor, my son bit me, and I got poisoned, I got poisoned by snake venom, by snake venom from my own son!

This is truly incredible, I… am proud!

All eyes were on him, and on his arm, they could see a faint black line that was quietly, steadily, almost imperceptibly creeping upward.

Despite its slow movement, and even though the Golden Emperor made no move to counteract or neutralize it with his power.

But this scene was terrifying, utterly terrifying.

One must know, that little snake had only just hatched a few months ago, the poison it used was a natural snake venom, devoid of other elements and augmentations by power!

Yet such was the snake venom that had poisoned his own father, his very own father!

The Golden Emperor focused his perception, cherishing the novel and tingling sensation of being poisoned that was emanating from his arm.

And he treasured it.

It was poison from his own son that could now threaten his father!

He couldn’t help but recall his own past: When I was young… until I transformed, did my father regard my poison as nothing more than saliva?

Did he ignore it, discard it, or did he not even deign to take a glance at it?

Now, my less than half-a-year-old little fellow managed to poison me?

Indeed, like father like son, this saying holds truth!

What a strong father and a stronger ancestor!

This… this is certainly an aspiration come true, a variation unimaginable without personal experience.

In the evolutionary history of the snake race, this was an unprecedented occurrence!

But this farce couldn’t go on forever; the Golden Emperor, reluctantly starting to operate his power, slowly forced the poison, which had already penetrated deep into his body, down from his shoulder, well, even though the little snake’s venom was uniquely potent and could poison his father, what was the Snake Emperor but a peak cultivator? Upon activating his power, he shot out a stream of blood from his wrist, expelling all the poison with it.

As the blood jet shot out, the Snake Emperor was prepared; with a swift motion, he caught the blood with a jade bottle and promptly stored it in his bosom.

This was, after all, a memento of his son poisoning his father for the first time; it certainly deserved to be carefully preserved for comfort and fond remembrance!

Immediately, he exclaimed excitedly, “Thrilling, how thrilling, truly damn thrilling, the epitome of ecstasy!”

With his hands stretched out, he affectionately picked up all six little ones and excitedly stood up, spinning in circles.

Seeing this, the Empress instantly became furiously angry, “What the hell are you doing… Don’t pinch their vital spots! You blockhead!”

“Oh, oh, oh…”

Used to handling his own kind with ease, the Golden Emperor who instinctively went for the vital spot changed his grip and continued to play with the six little ones.

“Wonderful!”

Looking at the six vibrant, unique youngsters, different from her other children, the Empress’s eyes filled with tears.

“I see hope at last, I’ve finally seen hope…”

With emotions welling up, she couldn’t help but choke up, these times having been particularly tough.

It was more than living through years in days; it was as if each day dragged on like an eternity!

“You two, are you planning to keep them here, united as a family?” Feng Yin asked.

The Snake Emperor and his wife exchanged glances, sighed, and said, “Of course, we’d love nothing more than a family reunion, but right now the snake clan is too weak. We’ve just gotten over the incident with the four hundred talented younglings, and if the prowess of these six were to be exposed, a new storm would surely erupt. We simply couldn’t protect them. It’s better for them to stay with Master Ling, safety is the greatest blessing!”

While talking, the group entered the underground palace.

This place was more secret and hence safer, though naturally, it could not compare with the grandeur above.

It was just a bit plain, after all, it was the secret chamber of the Snake Emperor.

The Snake Emperor and his wife were presently full of respect and gratitude, their emotions truly genuine.

It’s still the same saying, regardless of what creatures there are in the world, only in adverse conditions that are detrimental to oneself can emotions be especially rich and truly sincere.

The group arrived in the secret chamber, and the Empress took out a Space Ring, which contained many Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures as well as Spiritual Pearls passed down through generations.

Demonic races need inner cores for cultivation, as they have secret methods to assist in the process, whereas Spiritual Pearls are useless to them and are often traded with humans.

This time, having heard that Feng Yin was in need, they naturally brought everything out.

“After going through upheavals, we dare not say we’re trapped and helpless, but these belongings are all we have at hand. Master Ling, if you don’t disdain them, please accept them,” said the Golden Emperor earnestly. “Compared to everything Master Ling has done for our clan, these worldly possessions truly mean little; they are just a small token of our feelings.”