in2ebook Chapter 517, Side Story 69 (Phoenix 6's Perspective 1)
Chapter 517, Side Story 69 (Phoenix 6's Perspective 1)
My name is Feng Ji'an, and I am the sixth son of the Feng clan in this generation, so people who know me well will call me Feng Liu.
When I first met Jiuyao, he was sleeping on the largest and most beautiful phoenix tree in the Phoenix Clan.
This phoenix tree was planted by my mother before I was born, and now it is the most beautiful phoenix tree in the Phoenix Clan territory.
It is also my private territory.
My mother told me that in ancient times, many races died or were injured, but the Phoenix Clan survived to this day thanks to their ability to undergo rebirth.
However, he doesn't quite qualify as a god.
I am the most powerful person in my generation in the clan. My father and mother doted on me, their only child, which made me develop a lawless personality.
I'm not bragging, but even my five older cousins combined aren't as troublesome as I am.
Therefore, no one in the clan dares to run wild in my territory.
My most treasured possession is the sycamore tree in the courtyard; everyone in the clan knows this.
Taking a short rest on it each day, reaching out to touch the leaves above my head, brings a sense of peace to my heart.
I feel like I could sleep in this sycamore tree for the rest of my life.
But I didn't expect the accident to happen so quickly.
That day, I heard the sounds of fighting from afar. At first, I didn't pay much attention and lazily lifted my eyelids to take a look.
It was Shen Juan and that little ferocious beast fighting again.
got used to.
I lay back down.
After all, no matter how much they fought in the past, they would never have invaded the Phoenix Clan's territory.
As it turns out, one shouldn't be too confident in oneself—or rather, in being a phoenix.
By the time I realized something was wrong, it was too late. A huge figure fell from the sky and smashed several branches off my favorite sycamore tree.
Leaves mixed with dust fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
If I hadn't reacted quickly, I probably would have been crushed too.
Looking at the spot where I used to love to lie, now only a bare branch remains, my heart aches.
I want to see who broke my little sycamore tree. I'll beat him until he begs for his father, or I'll admit defeat!
Before I could even grieve for my sycamore tree, the "culprit" had already gotten up from the ground, shook its head, bared its teeth, and stared fiercely at Chen Juan standing on the cloud.
A suppressed growl escaped his throat, as if he were furious.
He clearly had several bald patches on his body burned by foxfire.
Mingming always loses when she fights with Chen Juan.
It's always this messy.
He seems to never stop.
The enormous wings spread out, obscuring most of my view, but I could still see the full shape of the wings, from black at the wing bones to dark brown at the tips, shimmering faintly in the sunlight.
Despite losing several feathers, the little ferocious beast remained unfazed.
He bared his two sharp fangs, as if ready to deliver a fatal blow to his enemy at any moment.
That was the first time I saw his wings in their entirety.
It turns out that besides the phoenix clan, there are also human beings with such beautiful wings.
Why doesn't he cherish his wings?
The phoenix clan cherishes their beautiful feathers, especially their wings and tail feathers. When courting someone they like, their beautiful wings and tail feathers can greatly enhance their appeal.
The Queen Mother said that she was seduced by the King's beautiful tail feathers back then.
He spread his wings and flew high, yet he and He Chen fought together.
Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, I stood beside the sycamore branches that had been trampled into the dust, but my anger was no longer there.
The image of a ferocious beast should be menacing, but thinking about the appearance of that child just now, I really don't think it has anything to do with menacing.
On the contrary, it's kind of...cute?
Interest is the beginning of liking, and that's absolutely true.
Mount Suchen is covered in snow and wind all year round, and apart from Shen Juan, no one can stay there.
Therefore, Jiuyao all lived on the mountain peak closest to Suchen Mountain.
Shen Juan ran towards Su Chen Mountain, and he followed her towards Jiu Yao.
After a while, we became familiar with each other.
As for how things escalated, it was naturally through a joint attack on Shen Juan.
He disliked Shen Juan, and I also disliked Shen Juan.
If we weren't outmatched...
Ahem, that’s too far off topic.
After we got to know each other better, I always liked to bring him little trinkets.
He was always happy, and seeing him smile made me smile too.
There's just one thing: he never takes human form.
Even when he was by the side of that deity, he still showed himself in his original form.
Logically speaking, a naturally ferocious beast like him, like the Phoenix Clan, should have found it easy to transform into human form.
I've asked him about it before, but every time I do, he gets impatient and waves his paw at me, trying to get rid of me.
I used to think that he didn't want us to see his human form because it wasn't good-looking.
After all, that deity and Shen Juan are both exceptionally handsome.
Even considering only himself, he was among the top in the Six Realms.
As a ferocious beast, the human form that Jiuyao transforms into is unlikely to be very attractive.
Until Chen Juan was rejected by that deity once again, she came to me with the Jade Wine of the Wine Immortal to drown her sorrows in wine.
We said we were drowning our sorrows in alcohol, but we're both heavy drinkers; we just needed an outlet.
So I stayed with him.
Why don't adults like me?
I looked up at the sound and saw Chen Juan lying on the treetop, her loneliness lingering under the moonlight.
We all know the answer to this question.
The one on Mount Suchen is a deity born of heaven and earth, who was born without a heart.
Seven emotions and six desires.
They are destined to never reach the high seats of the Bodhisattva.
Shen Juan was talking to himself rather than asking me a question.
He chuckled, leaped down from the branch, swayed his gait, and turned to walk down the mountain.
There are countless knots in this world, and some of them can never be untied.