Chapter 122: The little phoenix belongs to me forever.

Shang Youqing looked at the priest, her eyes sparkling. She pursed her lips and suddenly couldn't hold back her emotions anymore. Just like the little phoenix who always asked the priest to hold her and comfort

her every time she fell and hurt herself, she hugged the priest's neck with both hands, buried her head in his and sobbed. Cheng Huang rushed over from behind in fear and caught the two cubs that were about to fall to the ground, "Oh my God! Phoenix, you don't want your cubs anymore?!"

Shang Youqing belatedly remembered the cubs she had just let go of and looked back over the priest's shoulder in confusion.

Cheng Huang was seen frantically holding the two cubs in his arms. Shang Youqing felt no guilt at all and, relying on the priest's support, he ordered Cheng Huang around. "Cheng Huang, I finally got these cubs back from Ying Shixue's territory. You have to take good care of them!"

Cheng Huang: "...Don't give me that. You and Ying Shixue haven't had enough of this drama of love and hatred."

Shang Youqing was very dramatic. Without saying a word, he let go of the priest, took the two cubs from Cheng Huang's arms, hugged them tightly, and put his face to the left to suck on the cubs, then to the right to suck on the cubs.

Looking up again, her eyes were red as she looked at the two completely stupid cubs in her arms. She couldn't help but raise her head to complain to Cheng Huang, "Look, Cheng Huang, he's made my two babies stupid! I wish I could tear out his tendons and skin him right now!"

Cheng Huang: "Okay, are you going? I'll go with you now. I'll watch you tear out the tendons and skin Ying Shixue with my own eyes!"

At this time, Shang You struggled to emerge from Shang Youqing's arms and whispered in defense, "Mom, I'm not stupid..."

He Zhimo couldn't help but stick his head out, "Mom, I'm not..."

Before he could finish his words, Shang Youqing calmly pressed the two little heads back, "Be good, babies, stay home. Mom will be back soon."

After that, Shang Youqing stuffed the two cubs, who had just been held for a few seconds, directly into the arms of the priest with a clear breeze and bright moon. He proudly pulled Cheng Huang's arm and said, "Let's go, let's settle the score with Ying Shixue now!"

Two minutes later.

The snow-capped peaks were misty, and the sky above the temple courtyard was full of clouds.

Shang Youqing lay on a soft, fluffy cloud, holding her breath as she gazed down at the courtyard below for a long moment. Suddenly, she couldn't help but nudge Cheng Huang, who lay beside her, with her heel. In a very low voice, she said, "Cheng Huang, do

you think the priest knows how to hold the puppies properly?" Cheng Huang couldn't help but kick her back. "What are you saying? Your priest has much more

experience raising puppies than you do. Have you forgotten who hatched and raised you, this little phoenix?" "Then why is the priest still holding the puppies in his arms, motionless?" The phoenix tugged sensitively at its feathers. "Does the priest dislike my puppies?"

"...No? The priest is making some movements! Phoenix, look!"

Shang Youqing immediately followed Cheng Huang's gaze and looked down again.

At the door to the temple courtyard,

Shang Que stared at the two puppies in his arms for a long, silent moment. He sighed softly and carried them into the house.

A moment later, a priest in a silken robe emerged, holding a cub in each hand as they walked toward the temple's main hall.

Both cubs had been instructed to transform back into human form, neatly dressed and adorable. Even their hoods were embroidered with a phoenix pattern in a different color, a testament to the priest's meticulous preparations.

Prayer flags fluttered gently across the mountains. All the way from the courtyard corridor to the main hall, the priest maintained a gentle demeanor.

The two cubs, one on each side, gazed up at him.

He Zhimo's eyes rolled. "You're Mom's priest, so you're also Youyou and me's grandfather, right?"

The priest, respecting the child's habit, said, "You can call me that."

Shang You, holding his other hand, shook the priest's gentle hand, still worried. "Priest Grandpa, is Mom in danger?"

The priest smiled faintly. "No, Xiaoqing was just joking."

After sweeping the snow off the long steps, the priest still carried the cubs up the steps. He reached out and gently brushed the frost and snow from the cubs' heads before leading them into the hall.

Above the clouds,

Shang Youqing and Cheng Huang locked eyes.

Without hesitation, each pushed the other aside.

"Cheng Huang, it must be your poor acting!"

"It's clearly Phoenix, but you made it so obvious that the priest saw through it!"

To avoid returning empty-handed, Shang Youqing decided to go to Kunlun Fairy Pond to find Ying Shixue and pluck a few more dragon scales.

Cheng Huang, worried that she would emerge disheveled again, decided to follow her and keep an eye on her.

After arriving at the Immortal Pond, Cheng Huang found a rock outside to sit down, just like last time.

He'd figured the little phoenix wouldn't emerge soon, so he could take a nap while waiting.

But just as he closed his eyes, he heard the gentle sound of the Immortal Pond's barrier opening. Cheng Huang opened his eyes in confusion, nearly falling off the rock face at the sight.

Panicked, he grasped the side of the rock face, glaring at Shang Youqing, who had just emerged from the barrier. He saw clearly that the piece of skin she was holding was indeed the scale-like membrane ripped from a dragon's tail...

Cheng Huang's vision went dark, and he nearly collapsed on the spot.

Seeing that he looked pale and about to faint, Shang Youqing hurried over to support him, "What's wrong, Cheng Huang?"

Cheng Huang looked at the thing she was still holding in her hand, and asked in a trembling voice: "... Fenghuang, you, you really skinned Ying Shixue?"

"Ah?"

Shang Youqing followed Cheng Huang's gaze and looked at the thing in his hand. He was silent for a moment and said slowly: "This is dragon slough, the membrane shell that fell off Ying Shixue's body."

Cheng Huang patted his chest in shock, "...I was scared to death."

Shang Youqing jumped onto the rock wall beside him and sat down. He quietly pulled the dragon slough in his hand, and after a long while he continued: "He brought me a message with the dragon scales."

"What?"

"Next he has to completely complete the dragon slough before he can come out to see me."

In other words, the piece in Shang Youqing's hand was only a small part of the dragon slough.

Cheng Huang clapped his hands upon hearing this. "That's great news! When he finishes his dragon molting retreat and emerges, won't it mean he's fully recovered and ready to rip you apart and skin you alive?"

"...But dragon molting cycles are unpredictable. What if he takes centuries to emerge?"

Cheng Huang choked, pondering earnestly about his phoenix. But before he could even think for a second, Shang Youqing smacked his other leg with a claw. "If he dares to make me wait that long, I'll abandon him!" He

transformed back into his true phoenix form. Its spread feathers whistled past in a sharp mountain breeze, its long tail feathers stirring up fine snow flakes from the icy peaks.

The wind and snow drifted across.

The night sky over the Kunlun Snow Mountains was solemn and pristine, its canopy dotted with dense stars.

Shang Youqing and her two cubs squatted on the rocks outside the temple.

The door was open. The priest stood on the long steps, watching the furry heads, one large and two small, crouching together outside, chirping back and forth as if they had endless things to say. His eyes

were filled with kindness.

When Cheng Huang came over from the backyard carrying lotus root powder soup, he saw this scene and felt very happy.

If only he hadn't slipped and spilled his soup all over the priest, forcing him to copy scriptures for three days!

The seasons cycled, but the snow in the Kunlun Mountain Temple never melted.

In early spring, the elder Changyi visited the snowy mountains, reporting that unusual phenomena had occurred in the western and northern seas. Ying Shixue was still in seclusion, so only the two cubs, also bearing the blood of the ancient dragon, could be sent to consolidate the sea.

Shang Youqing accompanied the two cubs to the western and northern seas, returning to Kunlun Mountain after a full half-month of rest.

After that, whenever extreme weather struck, the two cubs had to return to the sea periodically to calm the mountains and rivers.

At first, Shang Youqing was cheerful, diligently ferrying the cubs back and forth personally. But as the weather cooled, Shang Youqing's sleepiness took over.

One day, before setting off down the mountain, the brother and sister had a clear division of labor. He Zhimo went to pack his luggage as usual, and Shang You was responsible for waking up his mother.

Shang You rested his little face on the bed, watching over his sleeping mother without blinking.

Hearing footsteps, he turned his head to look at his brother who had packed his luggage neatly and came over, stretched out his little finger and made a "hush" gesture to his brother.

He Zhimo also came over, his face full of happiness, and looked at his mother for a long time before he tiptoed out of the room with his sister.

Cheng Huang waited outside the hall for a long time, and finally saw the two cubs come out. He looked behind them in confusion, "Hey, dear children, isn't Fenghuang leaving?" "

Mom hasn't woken up yet."

"Let's go, the sooner you go, the sooner you can come back. Maybe you can still make it back to have dinner with Mom!"

Cheng Huang left with the two cubs with a helpless look on his face.

If the priest hadn't gone to the Ninth Heaven for a meeting this morning, he would have had to tell him about this. The two cubs' fierceness in protecting the phoenix truly surpassed their father's.

The morning light woven across the winding, majestic ridges of icy peaks, as if a massive dragon were darting towards them.

Shang Youqing, half asleep, heard a knock on the temple door. Without thinking, he muttered, "Cheng Huang... someone's visiting..."

But the door continued to knock steadily. Angrily,

Shang Youqing gathered his clothes tightly, walked out, and pushed open the door.

Amidst the vast expanse of white mountain ranges, Ying Shixue stood quietly outside the temple, her snow-white sleeves seemingly coated in a thin layer of silver frost.

His cold, sharp eyes, slightly lowered, held her captivated.

Shang Youqing stared at him calmly for a few seconds, then, without a word, moved to close the door.

But before the door could close, he was yanked into the arms of a slender, powerful hand.

"I'm back."

"Who are you?"

"Ying Shixue."

"Who is Ying Shixue--"

"I belong to Little Phoenix."

He lowered his head and gently kissed Shang Youqing's forehead, leaving an indelible oath, and announced in the Snow Mountain Temple under the nine heavens, "I belong to Little Phoenix forever and ever."

At that moment, Shang Youqing was swept by the eternal coldness of the dragon, but he was no longer afraid. Instead, he hugged his neck even harder, and bit the snow-white skin on the side of his neck with his teeth.

She didn't bite hard, but just held it tightly. She

pressed it repeatedly between her teeth and whispered repeatedly.

It's her dragon.

It's a dragon that belongs only to her.

After a long, long time, a few words rolled out of her throat, "And... and more."

Ying Shixue bent down and kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and her icy breath fell.

"And, I love you. Forever and ever."

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