After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

But after circling Lingxiao Palace without finding anyone, the further he went, the more complex the barriers and killing formations became. However, to Qi Zhuoyu, these barriers were like spider webs. He tore through them as he walked, growing increasingly irritated.

After tearing through the final barrier, he thought he’d found Yingzhu.

But at the end of the barriers, there was nothing except an ancient Wutong Divine Tree that nearly blotted out the sky.

Beneath the divine tree was a small nest made of countless spiritual energy-infused wutong branches, lined with thick wutong leaves and various protective, barrier-imbued fluffy blankets.

In the center of the wooden nest was a small phoenix egg, crimson in color, adorned with various ancient divine patterns.

The demon beasts of the Chaotic Sea were all oddly shaped and as ugly as asuras.

Qi Zhuoyu had never seen such a delicate and small phoenix egg before.

So he crossed his arms and bent slightly, leaning in to observe.

What kind of bird egg was this?

He couldn’t tell, but it looked decent enough.

Qi Zhuoyu generally did whatever he wanted and picked up anything he was curious about.

So he reached out and grabbed the small phoenix egg, bringing it to his eyes and turning it a couple of times to examine it.

After staring at it for a while, he found it uninteresting and was about to throw it away.

In that split second, the small phoenix egg in his hand seemed to be woken up again.

Perhaps sensing a power different from its father and Father God, the small phoenix egg wobbled in his hand. Suddenly, a crack appeared in the eggshell, growing larger and deeper, until finally the phoenix egg split into two halves.

In an instant, the heavens and earth seemed to gain enlightenment, and the stars and moon responded.

Spiritual energy gathered from across the vast Three Realms, then suddenly converged in the White Jade Capital.

After absorbing enough of the world’s spiritual energy, the little phoenix chirped and pushed open the top of the eggshell with its head.

Its black eyes instantly met Qi Zhuoyu’s gaze.

It stared at him for a while, then tilted its head left and right. “Chirp chirp?”

Unable to understand bird language, Qi Zhuoyu pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit crazy for watching an egg hatch.

He dropped the little phoenix, which fell into the wooden nest, landing on the soft blankets, its two small claws kicking at the air.

Qi Zhuoyu left Lingxiao Palace and searched the White Jade Capital once more, but unable to find Yingzhu, he returned in defeat.

Back in the Chaotic Sea, his mood was at its worst. He grabbed a few great demons to beat furiously, even crushing the soul of one that looked particularly ugly.

After killing for a while and getting himself covered in blood, Qi Zhuoyu felt a bit better.

He sat on a cliff in the Chaotic Sea, bent his knees, closed his eyes, and prepared to circulate his internal spiritual energy.

Just as he was entering meditation, he suddenly heard a “Chirp.”

Qi Zhuoyu: …?

Suspecting he was hearing things.

“Chirp chirp.” The sound came again.

Qi Zhuoyu paused, his face gloomy as he pulled a small bird out of his hair.

Its feathers were slightly orange-red, like the rising sun, a fluffy ball that felt solid when squeezed.

“Where did this little fat bird come from, daring to use This Venerable’s hair as a nest?” Qi Zhuoyu was very displeased.

But he couldn’t understand bird language.

And the bird didn’t know what human language he was speaking.

The phoenix clan had a serious imprinting issue.

The first person they saw after hatching would be mistaken as their father.

The little phoenix wasn’t choosing a father randomly; he had secretly observed Qi Zhuoyu’s appearance for a long time.

Thinking he looked very handsome, he decided to consider him as his father.

Although Qi Zhuoyu liked killing indiscriminately,

He only killed those great demons that ruled over territories, prey that would fight back, as killing them excited him. He had no interest in killing a small fat bird that could be crushed with one hand.

So when the little phoenix was about to jump onto his head again,

Qi Zhuoyu irritably pulled him off and tossed him aside.

“Don’t bother me.”

The little phoenix tumbled over again, its two claws kicking at the air for a while before it could turn over.

Seeing this, Qi Zhuoyu sneered. “Tch.”

Though it couldn’t understand human language, the phoenix felt like it was being mocked.

Qi Zhuoyu said ominously. “If you don’t leave, you’ll die here.”

The little phoenix, having finally managed to stand up flapping its wings, tilted its head to look at him, seemingly not understanding his meaning. “Chirp?”

If it had been Feng Xuan a thousand years later, he would have known what this meant.

The big devil’s unusual behavior, according to the plot development in storybooks, would likely be followed by a bunch of cannon fodder jumping out to die after he finished speaking.

Sure enough, as soon as the words fell.

The surface of the Chaotic Sea suddenly churned with demonic energy. In an instant, dozens of ancient great demons leaped out of the sea simultaneously, carrying powerful demonic aura. The terrifying killing intent could be felt from hundreds of miles away.

“Qi Zhuoyu! You’ve killed tens of thousands of our brothers. Today is your day of death!”

A very standard cannon fodder declaration.

Qi Zhuoyu stood up, sneering. “Day of death? It seems you indeed find your lives too long and wish to die early. This Venerable will grant your wish!”

There was a deep blood feud between both sides.

Those ancient great demons had long been dissatisfied with Qi Zhuoyu. They barely exchanged two sentences of threats before directly starting to kill.

The little phoenix, having just been born, had never seen such a scene.

With a loud “Chirp—”, all its feathers puffed up, becoming an even larger fluffy ball than before.

Then with a “whoosh”, it dove into Qi Zhuoyu’s arms.

Qi Zhuoyu: ?

Shouldn’t this little fat chicken run away by itself in this situation?

It must be said that this group of great demons had made quite some preparations before coming to ambush Qi Zhuoyu.

They had somehow obtained a primordial divine artifact, which allowed them to not be completely at a disadvantage in this battle. The fight between the great demons and Qi Zhuoyu lasted for several days, turning the sky and earth dark. The Chaotic Sea was stirred up by dozens of unprecedented tsunamis. Those weaker small demons who were caught in the crossfire screamed as they fled the Chaotic Sea, though half of them perished.

As Qi Zhuoyu killed the last great demon, snapping its neck, the demon laughed wildly. “Hahaha! Qi Zhuoyu! Your primordial spirit is exhausted, and your soul is but a moment from shattering! Even if we die, it was worth it—”

Qi Zhuoyu couldn’t be bothered to listen to such garbage talk. Before the great demon could finish laughing, he directly crushed its soul, scattering it between heaven and earth.

However, one thing it said was indeed correct.

Qi Zhuoyu had been slaughtering demons in the Chaotic Sea day and night for tens of thousands of years, and had already reached his limit. But even if his primordial spirit were to perish, it didn’t matter to him. He had lived too boringly; dying like this was fine.

He sat back down on the cliff of the Chaotic Sea, leaning against a rock.

The blood on his hair, clothes, and hands trickled down, quickly forming a large pool of blood beneath him. It made him look like a devil dragged out of a blood pool.

“Chirp chirp!” That little bird’s voice appeared again.

Qi Zhuoyu lowered his head to look. The little phoenix was struggling to emerge from his collar.

As soon as it poked its head out, it was drenched by the blood dripping from Qi Zhuoyu’s body, its feathers wet and messy.

Qi Zhuoyu looked at it and said strangely. “How are you not dead yet?”

The little phoenix chirped angrily. “Chirp chirp chirp!” How can you talk like that!

Oh.

He understood that one.

Qi Zhuoyu thought boredly.

“But This Venerable is about to die,” Qi Zhuoyu said calmly, as indifferent about his own death as if he were commenting on the weather. “If you don’t want to die with me, you can leave now.”

After all, when a Demon God falls, who knows how many demons hiding in the gutters of the Chaotic Sea are coveting his power.

Perhaps as soon as he dies, those trash he usually looked down upon would swarm over like vultures to devour his primordial spirit and flesh.

The little phoenix jumped off him, flapping its wings to land on the ground.

It was clear that he had just been born and hadn’t really learned to fly yet, landing by skidding on his face.

The little phoenix shook its feathers, didn’t even look at him, and just lifted its feet to leave.

It left him with a view of its round back and exceptionally high tail feathers, bobbing up and down.

Qi Zhuoyu stared at its retreating figure for a long time, then looked away.

Just now, facing so many great demons, this little chicken wasn’t afraid of death and burrowed into his arms.

Now knowing that he was about to die, it left without any hesitation.

Cowardly little fat bird.

Qi Zhuoyu didn’t feel much about it.

After all, he had been alone since birth, with no one to love him, accompany him, or care for him.

He was long used to it.

Qi Zhuoyu closed his eyes, waiting for the moment his primordial spirit would perish.

He didn’t wait for his primordial spirit to perish.

Instead, he first heard a familiar “chirp chirp” sound.

Qi Zhuoyu opened his eyes. The little ingrate that had swaggered away earlier had now flown back.

Not only that, it had somehow gathered a bunch of colorful fruits, placed them in the half of the eggshell it had hatched from, and with great effort, dragged it in front of him with its tail up.

It was exhausted.

The little phoenix plopped down on its bottom, its two claws splayed out.

Qi Zhuoyu asked strangely, “What are you doing?”

The little phoenix flapped its wings to get up, picked up a fruit in its beak and placed it in front of him. “Chirp chirp!” Presenting treasure.

“For me to eat?” Qi Zhuoyu’s expression grew even stranger.

The little phoenix nodded vigorously.

Qi Zhuoyu stared at it, as if trying to discern something from the little fat bird’s beady eyes.

But there was nothing. Qi Zhuoyu hesitantly took a bite of the fruit, his expression freezing. It was indescribably unpalatable, sour and astringent with the peel still on.

Both of the little phoenix’s eggshells were filled with fruits.

But the fruits in the eggshell offered to him were obviously smaller and more unripe.

Qi Zhuoyu suddenly understood something and asked, “Why don’t you give me the ones in the other eggshell?”

The air froze.

After a while, the little phoenix guiltily averted its gaze.

“Chirp.”

Translation: Don’t eat these, they don’t taste good.