Chapter 122: Yoked Sisters
"I'm here to return the sword!"
The King of Youhuang looked at the young man and pointed at the ancient long sword that was placed on the desk. After a short period of time, the color of the scabbard of the sword seemed to have become darker.
"Um!"
Feng Qing'an responded, and just as he was considering what to say, he saw the little phoenix, which had shrunk to the extreme, flap its wings and fly up, landing on his shoulder, and shouting at him in surprise,
"Feng Qing'an, is this sword yours?"
"What's wrong? What's the problem?"
The young man tilted his head, looked at the little phoenix that landed on his shoulder, and asked with a smile.
"Where did you get such a powerful sword?"
Youyou couldn't believe it. She knew Feng Qingan had a sword, but she just treated it as a decoration because she never felt threatened by this sword.
It was not until recently that she saw Donghuang draw out the sword and slash at other ghost kings with her own eyes, and then she realized how terrifying this sword was. But even so, she did not feel threatened by this sword.
According to Dong Huang's explanation, this sword is the sword of a saint, and it is impossible for a saint's sword to cut down a phoenix, because even if she has fallen, Youyou has not harmed humans and innocent creatures, and her flames only burn evil spirits.
But where did Feng Qingan get the Saint's Sword? It's incredible!
"My eldest brother gave it to me!"
Feng Qingan replied with a smile.
"Impossible, you are so young, how old can your brother be? How can he be a saint at such a young age?"
Youyou retorted subconsciously.
"Of course my eldest brother is not a saint!"
Feng Qingan nodded in agreement, and then said,
"He is still some distance away from becoming a saint, but it shouldn't be very far!"
"!"
Youyou stared at Feng Qingan with eyes wide open, stunned. It was obvious that she had not expected to hear such words at all.
"You really have a saintly elder brother?"
"I've already said it's not the time yet!"
"It makes no difference. Anyway, you humans are improving the fastest. In the time it takes to take a nap, your strength will soar to the sky!"
Little Phoenix obviously didn't care about these details, she only knew this fact.
“This is incredible!”
"What's so incredible? Where do you think the books on my bookshelf came from?"
Feng Qing'an said helplessly, he knew his elder brother was very strong, but his elder brother's strength always exceeded his expectations.
It was the same this time. Just a sword was able to sweep through the Netherworld. Of course, Donghuang's own strength was also the basis for sweeping through the Netherworld. The most important thing was that she was not rejected by the Holy Sword and could be recognized.
"That's true."
Coo!
Just when Youyou wanted to say something else, a ray of fire suddenly burst out from Feng Qingan's shoulder and then turned into a small firebird.
Suddenly, two birds, one big and one small, looked at each other across Feng Qing'an's neck.
Coo!
clang clang!
"Feng Qing'an, when did you start raising birds?"
The little phoenix is making a lot of noise.
"Sunflower?"
Dong Huang recognized the origin of the little firebird on Feng Qingan's shoulder at a glance. After all, it was difficult .
"Well, the tree blossomed, and after the blossoms this little guy popped out!"
Feng Qing'an reached out and teased the little firebird, and the little guy also stretched his head and looked at Youyou curiously. He could clearly feel that the little phoenix was essentially different from the mortal birds he had seen before.
"Yang Fire Essence? Flower Essence?"
Youyou flapped its wings and flew up, landing on Donghuang's shoulder again. She looked at the little firebird curiously with excitement on her face.
In the Phoenix clan, she is just a child who has not grown up yet, so she has a child's mind, so she also longs to have a companion who can play and have fun with her.
Unfortunately, her essence was too high. Even if she fell into the underworld, her flames were extremely deadly to ghosts, so she could not find a suitable partner.
When ghosts saw it, those weaker than it would run away madly, while those stronger than her would try to devour her and gain some of her abilities. She had always been alone until she met Donghuang, and then she was no longer lonely.
But Donghuang was not a suitable playmate for her. She could only say that he was someone with whom she could chat and confide her troubles.
Not long ago, it met a very interesting chicken in this yard. Although it was pitifully weak and liked to play dumb, it was unexpectedly stubborn. The most important thing was that it actually had a trace of Golden Crow blood in its body.
Although it was only a slight possibility that could be ignored, the existence of this possibility and its arousal made her feel very excited. This was a chicken that she could play with a little.
This added a little bit of fun to her boring life, but only a little bit. The chicken couldn't play with her for a long time, otherwise it would be burned to ashes by her flames sooner or later.
And now, Youyou feels that she has found the best and suitable playmate. Although the playmate seems to be very weak, his essence is not lower than hers. If he comes into contact with her, he will not be burned by her flames.
"No matter which one it is, it's good!"
The little firebird was born from the blazing sun flower, and the blazing sun flower is the essence of yang fire. It is a thing in the underworld where yin is at its extreme and yang is born. There is yang in yin and yin in yang.
"Does it have a name?"
Youyou asked excitedly.
"A name? I haven't picked one yet. Let me think about it."
Feng Qingan was stunned for a moment, then he glanced at the little firebird on his shoulder, pondered for a moment, clenched his fist with one hand, and touched his palm with the other.
“Got it!”
"what is it call?"
"Big Gulp!"
"What's that name?"
When Youyou heard this, she immediately shouted in dissatisfaction. Although the name was not given to her, she felt that it was really not a good name and was not nice.
"Isn't it the same as you? You are also called Youyou, and she is called Dagugu. What's wrong with that?"
"Nonsense, you are not as good . Change someone else! You have a brother who is a saint. You are really embarrassing him. How dare you live here?"
The little phoenix flapped its wings and flew up. Her words were sarcastic and mean, but Feng Qingan felt a sense of déjà vu from her mocking remarks. Thinking back, wasn't she the one who said something similar when he heard Huang Jin's name before?
"No need to change, just call it Big Gugu, it sounds nice, you see, it's quite happy too!"
Feng Qingan stretched out his finger and gently poked the soft belly of the little firebird with bright red wings. The little firebird immediately cried out,
Coo!
"You are just bullying it because it was just born!"
Youyou felt sorry for the little firebird.
"No, it's mainly for convenience. It will probably have many brothers and sisters in the future. If we name them one by one, there won't be so many names for them. Even if we put a lot of thought into it, we will still get confused. It's better to just name them according to the order in which they were born."
Feng Qingan explained seriously that the Fiery Sun Tree was obviously still in its growth stage, and God knew how many flower buds it could produce. If each flower bud could give birth to a Yang Fire Spirit, and they were all named one by one, how long would it take?
"This big one will be called Big Gugu, and the next one will be called Second Gugu, and so on!"
"You are so lazy!"
Youyou couldn't bear it any longer.
"Haha, thank you!"
Feng Qingan admitted it without hesitation.
"Youyou, take Gugu out to play!"
At this time, Dong Huang spoke, and while looking at the little firebird, he inadvertently glanced at Feng Qingan.
"OK!"
The little phoenix looked at the two of them, yelled to the big cuckoo, flapped its wings, and flew out of the window.
"follow me!"
"Go ahead!"
Feng Qing'an did not restrict the little firebird's behavior at this time, allowing it to play with the little phoenix. The most important thing was to send Youyou away.
Coo coo
When the little firebird heard Feng Qing'an allow it to go out and play, it flapped its wings excitedly and flew up, quickly catching up with Youyou and leaving the room.
Therefore, in the gradually dimming room, only Feng Qingan and the Lord of Youhuang were left, with a faint fragrance floating in the air.
"Release it. Keep it up so that I can use this power. You must be tired too. There's no need to work so hard!"
Dong Huang spoke, but he asked Feng Qing'an to cancel the "Spell of Descending Spirits". She could feel that this power was bestowed upon her based on the soul contract, allowing her strength to always remain at its peak and allowing the earth to change shape at will.
“It’s not that hard actually!”
Feng Qing'an smiled and lifted the "Spell of the Descending God". This was also a brand new experience for him. He had never maintained the "Spell of the Descending God" for such a long time.
Although this required him to maintain a certain amount of soul power consumption every day, it also gave him a new understanding of "The Art of Descending Spirits".
"Have you seen the unrest in my country?"
Although it was a question, Dong Huang was very sure that if it was not the case, how could Feng Qingan give her the power that had already dissipated like the tide.
Although losing the blessing of these powers did not affect her at all, Donghuang still felt a sense of loss. After all, she had mastered and used these powers for quite some time.
She felt a little uncomfortable after the loss, as if something was suddenly missing from her body, but she quickly adapted to it, after all, it was not her strength.
"I saw it. Heishan was so frightened at that time that my consciousness descended over!"
Feng Qing'an did not deny that Donghuang was not a person who cared about his reputation. What's more, what he saw was not a shameful thing. Instead, it was the Lord of Youhuang who controlled everything, crushed powerful enemies, killed traitors, and killed people everywhere.
"That ghost wolf of yours? I've sent my subordinates to take care of it. It's fine now!"
"I know."
Dong Huang hesitated for a moment, but soon he looked up at Feng Qing'an.
"All your secret techniques are based on soul contracts?"
"almost!"
"So, your will should be able to befall me."
"I can't do that. You have too tight control over yourself. Without your cooperation, I can't perform my secret technique!"
Feng Qingan shook his head and explained.
"Is that so? Then try it now!"
At this moment, Dong Huang did not hesitate or think about it. He said to Feng Qingan that she was willing to let go even if it would disturb her soul.
"Now?"
Although he was asking, a trace of Feng Qingan's consciousness had already fallen on Donghuang along the connection between the soul contracts.
For a moment, Feng Qing'an felt like a fisherman who was steer- ing a lone boat on the raging sea and fighting against the storm. The rough sea seemed to be able to swallow up his consciousness in the next moment.
But soon, the raging ocean became calm, and the surging waves suddenly became calm and smooth as a mirror, without any ripples.
"I feel it, it is indeed a very exquisite secret technique!"
Feng Qing'an raised his head in astonishment and looked at Dong Huang, because this cold voice sounded in his heart, just like the "Spirit Parasitism Technique" he cast.
"Are you surprised?"
Feng Qing'an has already felt the powerful consciousness descending upon him. Although it is also a wisp, in terms of essence, it is far more powerful than his.
Yes, both the "Spiritual Descending" and "Spiritual Control" can be reversed, and the "Spirit Parasitism" can naturally do the same, but it is different from the two seemingly more profound secret arts.
The Art of Parasitism involves the soul, and it is very easy for a beastmaster who has just practiced soul power to use it. If one really wants to use it in reverse, the difficulty will soar to an unknown level, but Donghuang can do it.
"I'm really surprised that you're the first person to do this to me."
"Your soul contract is two-way, and there is no obstruction. As long as you can control and split your consciousness, you can easily do this. Besides, you have demonstrated it to me once. If I still can't learn it, I am too incompetent."
Dong Huang said this naturally, as if he was talking about something that was the most natural thing.
At this moment, Feng Qingan truly felt the terrifying power of practitioners at a high level.
"I have mastered similar magical powers before, so I can easily imitate your secret technique, but that's all. You have temporarily given me the power that only people with special physiques can possess. This is something I can't do at all, and I have never heard of any immortal being able to do such a thing!"
"Immortal?!"
Hearing Dong Huang's words involving the illusory immortals, Feng Qing'an immediately became interested.
"Have you ever seen an immortal?"
"Of course I have!"
"That……"
"I used to be!"
All the words he wanted to say suddenly stopped, choking in his throat, not being able to utter a single word. Feng Qing'an stared in amazement at the tall woman in front of him, who looked like a thousand-year-old ice lotus, or a solitary orchid in a valley.
"Are you an immortal?"
"Once upon a time, he was just a small human fairy, but an insignificant and insignificant fairy!"
"To me, that's also an immortal, quite amazing!"
Feng Qing'an had many thoughts at the moment, but at this moment there was only one sentence.
"How is this different from sarcasm when it comes out of your mouth?"
Dong Huang listened to Feng Qing'an for a long while, until he saw a look of surprise on his face, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"What?"
"Nothing! I was just beginning to enter the immortal path, and then I encountered a disaster and turned into the ghost body I am now. Today is not as good as the past, and there is nothing to recall, and nothing to say."
"What about Nan Ge?"
"She was just like me. She had just passed the human immortal tribulation when she encountered a great tribulation. She was hurt more severely than me. The means my father prepared for her were destroyed. She had no choice but to share an innate dark lotus with me!"
