Chapter 720 - Big Fight (1/2)
As he watched Ling Chigu lose control of himself and go berserk, indiscriminately slaughtering the lifeforms in his surroundings with bloodshot eyes, Feng Jingyu finally made an extremely difficult decision one day.
He would take Ling Chigu back to the Nine Lands.
He would look for the person he hated the most, King Zhen—Yan Huaizhen.
He would make Yan Huaizhen return Ling Chigu’s last missing soul. Even if he had to agree to forfeit his sovereignty under humiliating terms, he must still return that last soul to Ling Chigu.
This mindless and frenzied demon who only knew how to kill wasn’t his beloved, and he most certainly wasn’t that Little General Ling who single-handedly charged into his Wutong Mountain’s West Phoenix Palace, brash and unbridled, to confidently demand that he hand over the medicinal pill.
Three days passed quickly.
After staying on a tree for three days, Feng Jingyu finally became energetic and jumped down into the undergrowth, turning into human form. The young and handsome West Phoenix Monarch was dressed in a red robe whose edges were lined with gold, with a flame mark on his forehead. His long hair was very smooth.
He even went to the riverside and fixed his clothing as he gazed at the reflection in the river, alone and dejected. He was afraid of looking anything less than his best.
After all, he was about to meet the fully recovered Ling Chigu.
When Feng Jingyu reached Northern Liang Palace, Han Su blocked his way at the gate.
Hau Su was the number one advisor under Yan Huaizhen. Throughout these years, he had thought up countless schemes for Yan Huaizhen.
As soon as Feng Jingyu saw Han Su’s bland expression, he felt unhappy.
“A good dog doesn’t block the way,” Feng Jingyu was in a hurry to meet Ling Chigu, so even his speech was very cold.
Han Su, however, said nonchalantly, “There’s no need for West Phoenix Monarch to be in such a hurry. After all, there’s not much difference between experiencing disappointment earlier or later.”
Feng Jingyu froze. “What did you say?”
But Han Su didn’t intend to say anything else. He raised his eyes and gave Feng Jingyu a slight smile. “Has West Phoenix Monarch ever heard of the phrase, ‘Sewing someone else’s wedding dress’? Although I hope that West Phoenix Monarch can realize his wish, alas, fortune isn’t standing on the West Phoenix Monarch’s side.”
“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Feng Jingyu grabbed Han Su by the collar and glared at him fiercely. After a moment, he kicked Han Su away and took big strides into Yan Huaizhen’s palace.
Han Su held his stomach, which had been kicked, and hissed in pain as he climbed up while shaking his head. “He truly has a fiery temperament. My good intentions have been treated like trash ah.”
His heart full of worry and anger, Feng Jingyu transformed into a bird of flames and rushed towards the palace. He was restless and apprehensive. He kept on thinking about Ling Chigu, who was still in Yan Huaizhen’s hands. He regretted his decision the instant he handed Ling Chigu over to Yan Huaizhen.
How could I have handed Ling Chigu over to such a scheming, evil, and heartless person?
Just as he turned into a human again and was about to charge inside and threaten Yan Huaizhen, a burst of similarly powerful and formidable spiritual Qi suddenly rushed out of the palace. This spiritual Qi actually carried the force of countless lightning bolts and pushed the flames back out.
Immediately after that, a silver light rose valiantly, akin to a shooting star or a tidal wave. It shone brightly like the stars and had relentless power, forcing Feng Jingyu to rapidly retreat, finally landing on the long stretch of stairs outside the palace.
Feng Jingyu’s heart suddenly jumped. He abruptly raised his head.
Right in front of the palace forged from black bricks and colored glass, a man clad in flexible black armor and holding a red-tassled spear looked down at him. His hair was tied in a high ponytail, and the sunlight fell on his figure.
Feng Jingyu opened his mouth and closed it; his thoughts were entirely blank. One of his hands pressed on the ground to support himself. After a moment, he slowly stood up.
He stood on the steps, while he stood in front of the palace.
One was short and the other was tall. One was above and one was below. Their eyes met across the distance.
It’s just that, one person’s eyes contained barely restrained excitement, while the other person’s eyes actually had killing intent.
“You… You actually recovered.” Feng Jingyu felt elated. Even though he had almost been injured by Ling Chigu just now, the fact that Ling Chigu’s cultivation had returned to its previous peak meant that his last soul had also returned to its rightful place.
However, in direct contrast to Feng Jingyu’s excitement, Ling Chigu’s expression was a little cold. The corners of his lips rose slightly as he raised the red-tasseled spear and pointed it at Feng Jingyu. “This place is the Northern Liang Palace’s forbidden grounds. Even if West Phoenix Monarch is the ruler of the West Land, he should still show some courtesy when on someone else’s territory, right?”
Feng Jingyu’s upward steps paused slightly. He looked up at Ling Chigu. “You want me to show courtesy to Yan Huaizhen? What kind of thing is he? Is he worthy of my respect?”
Ling Chigu’s eyes turned colder. He narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t address you respectfully as ‘West Phoenix Monarch’ and endure your discourtesy just to hear you demean my lord. The visitor is the guest. Since West Phoenix Monarch came from afar, originally, I should’ve treated you with due respect. However, if the guest is casual, then the host also doesn’t have to follow decorum. If the guest is discourteous, then there’s no need for the host to show courtesy either.”
Feng Jingyu’s reddish-gold eyes darkened more and more, while his steps picked up pace. In a few large strides, he was already in front of Ling Chigu.
He was half a head shorter than Ling Chigu, so when they were close together, he had to raise his head if he wanted to look imposing. “Ling Chigu, what’s wrong with you?”