As soon as the voice fell, Feng Xuan noticeably felt that in the main hall of the Qifeng Palace, it became so quiet that only breathing sounds remained.
It was uncertain how much time had passed when Qi Zhuoyu finally seemed to have had enough of that strange expression and slowly said, “Do you think I’m doing good deeds?”
Although it sounded quite unbelievable.
The mighty Demon Venerable of the Chaotic Sea, who wreaked havoc in the demon realm, was doing good deeds in the heavenly realm.
It would be laughable if said out loud.
Feng Xuan became hesitant again, not quite believing his own deduction. “…Then why are you giving me so many things?”
Ah, could it be that kind?
The atmosphere tensed up, and Feng Xuan couldn’t help but let his imagination run wild. Could it be that the big devil wanted to corrupt him, the second-generation god of White Jade Capital, with gold and treasures? And then when he ascended to the position of Divine Emperor in the future, the big devil could control him by means and achieve the goal of unifying White Jade Capital and Chaotic Sea!
How could it be.
Was it because Qi Zhuoyu could still outsmart them, as mentioned by Siming, that there was no war in White Jade Capital?
Feng Xuan had thought that the big devil was the kind who would act rather than think, a hands-on villain who never used his brain.
Lost in thought, he didn’t notice Qi Zhuoyu’s worried pinch at his brow.
Then Feng Xuan felt a flick on his forehead. “Think one more thought, and I will swell your face.”
Feng Xuan quickly covered his forehead and after thinking for a while, he hurriedly covered his face too.
Qi Zhuoyu didn’t actually come to pinch his face but just sat heavily beside him.
“I have said before, whatever you want, no matter what it is, I can help you find it.”
“Ah?” Feng Xuan whispered back. “When did you say that?”
Qi Zhuoyu glanced at him, his voice resounding with determination. “Right now.”
Feng Xuan: “…”
Qi Zhuoyu’s demeanor resembled that of a second-generation demon god who had fallen from grace on the spot, a great devil in decline. He spoke slowly. “Be it heavenly treasures, divine weapons, supreme authority, whatever you desire, I shall grant it. Even if you wish for my life, I am willing to give it to you.”
What? So sudden.
It’s like fast-forwarding to a dramatic literary scene.
Fortunately, Qi Zhuoyu had no intention of pinning him against the wall.
But why would he need his life in good condition? It’s not like he could eat it or anything.
Feng Xuan raised an objection in a very soft voice. “Then let’s not. I think it’s more important for everyone to stay alive; we can still gather and play cards or something.”
Although Qi Zhuoyu’s words seemed designed to tempt someone into downfall,
His tone was not like that at all. When he spoke, he looked straight into Feng Xuan’s eyes, as if the moment Feng Xuan asked for his life, he would truly give it to him.
Moreover, Feng Xuan felt that he should be hearing this speech for the first time.
Yet, inexplicably, it felt very familiar, as if he had heard it many years ago.
Suddenly, Qi Zhuoyu revealed a very sickly smile and grasped his wrist, placing his hand over his most vulnerable heart.
With just a little effort from Feng Xuan, perhaps this insurmountable demon venerable would vanish into thin air.
Qi Zhuoyu’s voice was hoarse. “Your Highness. Do you want it?”
Feng Xuan: Don’t suddenly fast-forward to scenes I can’t understand at all!
After a while, Feng Xuan spoke subtly. “Not really.”
He looked at Qi Zhuoyu and figured that the latter must be having another bout of madness.
He had long advised him not to be so intensely driven all the time; look now, he had driven himself mad.
Feng Xuan tried to withdraw his hand, using a bit of force, but it was immovable.
Alright then. When the big devil goes mad, not even gods can stop him.
The heartbeat in the palm of his hand throbbed hotly with each beat.
Being held so tightly by Qi Zhuoyu made Feng Xuan feel as if his own heartbeat was resonating with his.
Seeing that he wouldn’t let go,
Feng Xuan paused and then spoke slowly, “Here’s the thing. I feel like I lack nothing in Qifeng Palace; the only thing I want…”
Some birds still believe they can save their demon consort persona and sincerely said, “Is for you to hurry back to the Chaotic Sea.”
The main hall of Qifeng Palace fell silent once again.
The same question met with the same expected answer.
A hundred years ago, Feng Xuan was a mortal. He promised him gold and jewels, fame and status; he wanted none of it.
Back then, perhaps one could say that since Feng Xuan was originally a god, he naturally did not need all these things that were within easy reach.
A hundred years later, he asked him again what he wanted.
He still wanted nothing. But this time, he had lost his soul and primordial spirit; perhaps soon he would have nothing at all.
Only that pure and innocent heart remained unchanged despite the ravages of time.
A century had changed everything in the Three Realms; only this young man before him remained as he was in memory.
After being quiet for a while, Qi Zhuoyu burst into insane laughter again.
As if his answer was hilarious, Feng Xuan was utterly confused.
Did he say something that hit Qi Zhuoyu’s funny bone?!
Sometimes he really couldn’t understand the peculiar sense of humor of this big devil.
Qi Zhuoyu laughed until his shoulders shook. After having his fill of laughter, he suddenly embraced Feng Xuan.
Feng Xuan: …This is another price altogether.
Considering his madness, Feng Xuan didn’t think it wise to reason with a lunatic.
Qi Zhuoyu was like someone addicted to sniffing cats; buried in his neck for a long time before speaking darkly. “Whether you want it or not. My life can only belong to you alone.”
Feng Xuan: …
Birds are so tired. Is there anyone willing to listen to the bird’s inner thoughts?
What on earth can I do with your life!
——
In any case, with Feng Xuan’s semi-approval and resignation,
Qi Zhuoyu still managed to wander around Qifeng Palace every day successfully.
Of course, what’s most important,
Because it existed in the Primordial Sea before it was separated by the Father God, it was a natural illusionary realm.
Later, it was taken over by Ying Zhu and turned into a treasure land for immortals and gods from both realms to temper their minds.
At first, the Primordial Secret Realm was just a treasure land where some ancient gods wanted to temper their children’s temperament, throwing them in to train their cultivation.
Later, somehow, more and more ancient god clans followed suit, throwing in more and more second-generation gods, and gradually it became a competition for the new generation of second-generation gods every three thousand years.
Although the lives of gods were long, there have been quite a few wars among the god clans from ancient times to the present, only calming down for a few years after Ying Zhu’s fall.
Those who had been on the battlefield and were mortal enemies there naturally hated each other. Thus, the competition in the Primordial Secret Realm gradually evolved into a covert contest between god clans.
Many second-generation gods did not go for the opportunities in the secret realm.
Almost all of them went to show off their skills in the secret realm and make a name for themselves.
And this lively competition was bustling and thriving.
It had nothing to do with Feng Xuan, who was like a salted fish.
Just like some god clans were very competitive, but some were very laid-back.
For example, this little phoenix raised most preciously and treasuredly in the White Jade Capital had been lying down since childhood.
Feng Xuan never participated in this Primordial Secret Realm thing.
When his cultivation was still decent, he was too lazy to bully others.
Now that he had regressed so much, with his primordial spirit shattered like this, he was even lazier to go.
If it weren’t for the Emperor Father’s strict requirement, he wouldn’t even want to attend the oath-taking ceremony on the first day.
In fact, the ancient gods of White Jade Capital didn’t have much ***, but those old-fashioned ancient gods living in various places of the Three Realms loved to do such things.
They even had to involve the Emperor and His Highness the Crown Prince.
What Feng Xuan didn’t expect was that the oath-taking ceremony would actually be at the border of Chaotic Sea.
He had never been to Primordial Secret Realm before. Today was his first time knowing that the secret realm was located at the junction of Heavenly Realm and Demon Realm.
But thinking about it makes sense. In the ancient times before heaven and earth were opened, there was only the Primordial River. It was Father God who broke through chaos to create heaven as Biluo River and earth as Chaotic Sea, thus forming this secret realm within.
Feng Xuan sat on the divine seat next to Emperor Father. When he sat down, he wasn’t sleepy.
But as soon as he heard those old-fashioned gods blowing their own trumpets and speaking in ancient divine language that he couldn’t understand – that particularly complex language full of biting words – he reflexively felt sleepy.
The anti-learning gene carved into his bones couldn’t be changed.
It’s just that while he dozed off on his divine seat, not one but thousands of gazes fell on Feng Xuan’s face.
Almost no one listened to what that high priest of the god clan was saying. The young second-generation gods who came to participate in the Primordial Secret Realm were most excited for one reason – His Highness the Crown Prince who possessed beauty acclaimed as number one in Three Realms!
Feng Xuan’s name was not unfamiliar to most ancient gods.
Back then Emperor Feng Li was undoubtedly the number one beauty of Heavenly Realm, and Father God Ying Zhu was also an extremely rare handsome man seen once in many years.
It was said that His Highness perfectly inherited his parents’ looks and even surpassed Emperor Feng Li’s beauty from back then, thus being called number one in Three Realms.
Because Feng Xuan never left the White Jade Capital due to his salted fish nature, they had only heard about his appearance through rumors.
At first, young people from the god clans didn’t believe that there could be such captivating beauty in this world.
But now seeing him for themselves, they realized that what they read on paper paled in comparison. Even though Feng Xuan felt weary sitting high on his divine seat, he still presented a scene of a beautiful person sleeping in springtime that stunned many young gods into silence.
