Please, Young Master, Slay the Demon!
Chapter 793 - 39 Fuyao People with a Sichuan Accent [Two in One]_1

Chapter 793: Chapter 39 Fuyao People with a Sichuan Accent [Two in One]_1

Elder Cang Qiu left in a huff.

...

He was indeed taken aback by Han Lingshou’s response. For centuries, Penglai has been lording over Fuyao Country, and Fuyao Country has never dared to defy it. It seemed to have become a norm. Therefore, when he had called Han Lingshou out, he never expected an answer that would not please him.

His aura was majestic and he glared at Han Lingshou in anger.

But Han Lingshou’s gaze was firm, he met his glare without backing down.

Even a cornered rabbit will bite; he was after all, the king of a country. Apart from his ties with Chu Liang, Lin Bei and Xue Lingxue, what drove Han Lingshou to defy Elder Cang Qiu was a fury in his heart.

The Han clan of Fuyao Country had always been obedient to Penglai Upper Sect, but what they got in return was Elder Cang Qiu’s indifference to Jing Wuya’s actions, he even shielded him. If Chu Liang had not intervened this time around, wouldn’t the sky of Fuyao Country have changed? And Penglai would still be condescending, probably not seeking justice for him, a dead man.

I can treat you like my father, but don’t treat me like your nephew!

Given his own experiences, Han Lingshou only slightly revealed his own edges, offending Elder Cang Qiu a tad bit.

"Well then," Elder Cang Qiu, enraged to the point of laughter, flicked his sleeve, "It seems I was meddling too much. If that’s so, I’ll take my leave."

Having said that, he flicked his sleeve and flew up into the sky, whereupon a colorful auspicious cloud once again gathered under his feet, and in a flash, he flew into the high sky.

"Brother Han!" As soon as he left, Lin Bei immediately jumped forward and excitedly hugged Han Lingshou: "It’s truly like you to do this! You’re the man I acknowledge!"

"Brother Lin!" Han Lingshou also gave Lin Bei’s shoulder a heavy pat, "It’s you who have given me strength too! This time, our Fuyao Country owes you a big thank you!"

"We’re all brothers!" Lin Bei declared loudly, "Why bring up such things!"

"Right, saying thank you creates distance." Tears glistened in Han Lingshou’s eyes. "This is the bond between us!"

"..."

The two of them were passionately declaiming, as if they had just gone through a blood-boiling battle. Those who didn’t know might even believe that Jing Wuya and Liao Yuxian were defeated by them.

Contrarily, Daoist Yan, Empress Feng, Chu Liang and others who had just fought were now quite calm.

Chu Liang turned to Daoist Yan, "Uncle Yan, you should take Jing Wuya back first, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances later. We’ll deal with the aftermath here."

"Okay." Daoist Yan nodded in agreement.

"Hehe, if Yan Zi is going, I’ll go as well." Empress Feng stepped forward and rubbed up against Daoist Yan intimately.

Daoist Yan used his Xiaoyun Ancient Sword, a beam of white sword light shot into the sky. He stepped onto it, waiting for Empress Feng to depart together.

But at this moment, a vague golden halo appeared in the west, accompanied by a faint, resounding cry.

"Huh?" Empress Feng’s eyes shifted and she suddenly said, "Yan Zi, you go ahead. I just remembered I still have some things to do."

"Alright." Daoist Yan didn’t say much, he just responded lightly and then flew away on his sword.

Whoosh—

The white light howled, sweeping across the high sky in the blink of an eye.

In another direction, that golden halo became increasingly clear. The people on the ground saw that it seemed to be a Golden Phoenix spreading its wings, its feathers sashaying, the appearance incredibly magnificent and regal. Each feather was overflowing with a spiritual aura.

It was indeed a Golden Phoenix Spirit Beast from the Seventh Realm.

And this proud Golden Phoenix, whose bloodline traces back to ancient times, was merely a mount. There was a female figure standing on the back of the Golden Phoenix.

Just a vague silhouette that conveyed an otherworldly beauty, akin to a celestial being.

As if a goddess was descending to earth.

...

"Yanyan——"

As the Golden Phoenix was about to land, Empress Feng let out a warm shout and flew up, startling the Golden Phoenix.

She must have sensed the arrival of the Golden Phoenix from afar due to their bloodline connection, which was why she had chosen to stay behind.

The woman on the Golden Phoenix’s back was dressed in a crimson cloud dress, a light shawl on her shoulders. Her shawl and waterfall sleeves fluttered with the wind, overflowing with charm. With her hair styled in a celestial bun, her brows and eyes were like clouds and bright pearls, her skin flawless like porcelain.

With her arrival, there was a moment of silence on the field.

Although Elder Cang Qiu had just made a grand appearance riding the clouds and fog, his immortal appearance and his commanding power from wielding Tianyuan were extraordinary, his looks were a letdown. No matter what, it wouldn’t make people feel that he was truly from heaven.

But this woman, with just a slight change in her gaze, seemed to have a real immortal breath within her.

People could not tell her age, they only felt that such a woman would be supremely beautiful even if she withered to a skeleton.

Even Jiang Yuebai and Shen Qingyan, who were considered beauties of this era, may not lose to her in terms of looks, but would lack the immortal aura brought by cultivation.

Her inherent sense of sanctity made people only dare to watch from afar. Even looking at her for too long would bring a sense of shame and defilement.

"Yanyan! I missed you so much!"

The woman had not yet stabilized after landing, when she was hugged tightly by Empress Feng, who buried her face in her shoulder and rubbed it vigorously.

"You never visit us in Shu Mountain, I really miss your piano music."

"My longing for you is just like the poem... only because you’re too beautiful..."

"..."

The crowd around was dumbfounded as they watched this goddess who had appeared so suddenly being defiled by Empress Feng on the spot.

"This must be your master, right?" Chu Liang whispered.