Iced Snow Pear (part 1)
Regardless of whether it was the cultivation realm or the divine realm, cultivation base and spiritual power were linked, and they accumulated little by little. Every time one reached a certain level, one had to experience a small thunder calamity, and either die or receive injuries.
Therefore, in the cultivation realm, there was the term of passing over one’s cultivation, but there were very few people who did this. After all, with the meager cultivation that was accumulated after a narrow escape, who would want to just give it up to others?
But Qi Zhuoyu was willing.
Because he was unscrupulous, a lunatic who depended on his own preferences for life and death.
The majestic cultivation poured in continuously, making Feng Xuan also felt a little bit of mana for a long time.
He snapped his fingers, and a thin stream of water rose between his thumb and index finger, and then was instantly frozen. Wow, amazing. Will there be as much ice as I need to eat in the summer?
Feng Xuan even wanted to take advantage of the fact that the Sixth Prince hadn’t gone far, catch him back and beat him up.
If he had known that leveling up was so easy, he would have beaten the Sixth Prince to death.
When he was immersed in the inexhaustible iced watermelon in the summer, Qi Zhuoyu suddenly asked, “How is it?”
Feng Xuan came back to his senses and raised his head, Qi Zhuoyu was staring at him, with a half-smile. “Have the feeling of strength.”
Feng Xuan nodded obediently, feeling quite good.
Qi Zhuoyu curled his lips and smiled, “You are now at the Golden Core Stage, crushing a mortal is as easy as crushing an ant. Kill whoever you want, you now have the ability to kill the Sixth Prince.”
He seemed bewitched, lowered his voice a lot, and stared at him. “Do you want to kill him?”
Feng Xuan shook his head. “Don’t want to.”
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t show that confused expression again, he seemed to have guessed Feng Xuan’s answer, but he continued, raising his eyebrows, “Why. You already have mana, why won’t you kill a person.”
Have mana to only kill people? He’s not a psycho killer.
Which laws and regulations stipulate in the cultivation realm? Or was it newly promulgated by you, the big devil, just now?
Qi Zhuoyu seemed to feel that he was a bit useless, thus sneered and mocked him, “If you don’t kill people, what is the use for wanting strength?”
Feng Xuan followed his footsteps, muttering, “You can protect others.”
Before the Father God’s fall, he simply told himself.
A god’s power is not used to control all living beings, but to protect all living beings. With great power comes great responsibility.
Father God’s fall, it was in exchange for peace and prosperity for the common people in this world. Feng Xuan was still young at that time, all he knew was that his father suddenly disappeared, and he was crying all day long to find his Father God. Feng Li was both sad and helpless, thus he was forced to hug him and coax him every day. Later, when he grew up, he knew that Father God would not come back, and gradually accepted this reality.
Probably feeling that Feng Xuan’s remarks were too naive, and innocent, Qi Zhuoyu didn’t continue to answer.
Feng Xuan didn’t pay attention to him either, he was excited because he had regained a little mana. Although it was slightly better than nothing, yet he still used his spiritual power to play all the way.
Qi Zhuoyu seemed to think that he was very strange, so his eyes kept falling on him. No one had ever said such ridiculous things in front of him, that power could be used to protect others.
Maybe it was there before, but from the moment he killed the first person, he understood. His power could only be used to kill people, he had no one to protect, and no one was willing to protect him either.
But he couldn’t understand Feng Xuan.
Even though he had no cultivation, he dared to stand before him and stand up for him.
Now he obviously gave him his cultivation, but he was using it to develop these skills that have no killing power at all.
After a while, all the moisture in the air gathered and became an ice-sculpted rabbit.
Afterwards, he moved his fingers and another dark cloud floated over his head uncontrollably, as a result a burst of small hailstones fell, making him dizzy as it hit himself.
Seeing this, Qi Zhuoyu sneered, “Che.”
Feng Xuan:?
Then silently transferred the dark cloud to Qi Zhuoyu’s head.
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t even move a finger, directly dispersing the dark clouds.
Okay.
Don’t have the same knowledge as the primary school chicken big devil. (TL: childish)
After tossing all the way, they finally arrived at the Duan Palace.
Feng Xuan was still a little nervous before standing at the door, according to mortal terms, isn’t this the first time visiting the husband’s family? But seeing Duan Palace for the first time, Feng Xuan’s nervousness turned into surprise.
As the current emperor’s younger brother, King Duan, who married the legitimate young lady of the wealthy family in the cultivation world, it stood to reason that with such a combination of theocracy and royal power, Duan Palace should be built magnificently. If the servant would not say ten thousand, then it must be eight thousand. (TL: didn’t find any meaning so I guess FX meant salary or something else?)
But the Duan Palace in front of him was clean and cold, and there were only a few birds in the gate and courtyard.
Pushing open the door, it was even more empty inside, without any servants.
Moreover, Feng Xuan noticed that Duan Palace seemed to have been renovated, with many unfinished areas revealing a bit of broken walls and debris, and the walls were dark, resembling traces of fire.
While engrossed by the sight, Qi Zhuoyu’s voice sounded next to his ear, “Very curious? Why is Duan Palace so desolate?”
The big devil had no intention of waiting for him to speak at all. He asked and answered by himself, with an indescribable eerie and crazy expression, “Don’t worry, wait until the evening. It will be very lively here…”
Feng Xuan thought he was going to finish what he wanted to say, as a result, the big devil fell mentally ill and only spoke half of what he wanted to say, leaving him speechless.
You fucker. This Riddler ah.
Thus Qi Zhuoyu only spoke halfway, and Feng Xuan didn’t ask either.
The two stood face to face in the cold wind, subtly silent for tens of seconds.
Finally, Qi Zhuoyu looked at him strangely, “Don’t you want to know why it’s so lively at night?”
Feng Xuan knew that he had won, he then said sincerely, “Senior brother, you really want to say it?”
He continued, stretching out his hand confidently, “Give me fifty, and I will listen to you.”
Qi Zhuoyu: “…….”
The internal layout of Duan Palace was actually a bit like the miniature version of Zhujian Xiaozhu.
It’s a pity that there was no big Wutong tree that he liked most in the yard. Feng Xuan walked around the prince’s residence a few times and found that the more he went inside, the more obvious the burnt marks were. The repair tools seemed to be scattered all over the ground. He didn’t know what happened, causing the repair work to not proceed.
But Feng Xuan soon had no extra time to think about these things.
When he was wandering around the gate of Duan Palace, he found an old man selling any kind of melon or gourd. It’s almost winter now, he had no idea where the old man got a lot of fresh snow pears. They were plump, and there were crystal clear water droplets rolling on it, making Feng Xuan’s eyes greedy.
Without wasting any time, he stopped the old man and bought a catty of snow pears out of his pocket money.
When paying the money, the old man saw that he came out of the Duan Palace, and saw that he had a cute snowy face, he couldn’t help but mention something, “Little gentleman, what kind of person are you coming out from the Duan Palace?”
Feng Xuan put away the snow pears, while being unable to find what his position was for a while.
After hesitating for a moment, he said, “……crown princess?”
The old man’s eyes widened. “Are you that unruly, aggressive and wilful, not knowing good from bad crown princess?”
After looking up and down for a long time, the old man wondered, “It doesn’t seem like he has the same personality.”
