PFC Chapter 338 A Self-Built Cage
Chapter 338 A Self-Built Cage
As soon as Zhu Qianyan finished speaking, Lian Yu immediately took the Golden Crow Feather Fan and held it in front of him to protect himself.
However, he was still no match for Zhu Lingzhi, who had been preparing for a long time.
Above the clouds, shrouded in magic, the girl seized the opportunity before Zhu Qianyan could speak, and slightly loosened her grip.
A crisp sound of something cutting through the air rang out, followed by an extremely loud phoenix cry that echoed across the heavens and earth.
Inside the golden cage, the crimson vermilion bird flew directly towards Lian Yu, whose expression was one of utter horror, piercing through his golden crow feather fan and stabbing into his heart.
All the surrounding sounds receded in an instant, like a receding tide. Lian Yu saw the magic gradually disappearing on the horizon, behind that deceptive spell.
Lian Yu saw Zhu Lingzhi wielding the divine weapon.
The girl's pride, like a raging fire, was but a single arrow...
It was just one arrow.
The demonic clouds that had appeared during the battle began to slowly change, and the azure sky turned into a dark, deep blue, like a soft piece of red silk.
In front of me was a huge sycamore tree with thousands of branches.
Each branch was enormous, large enough to hold a Jingyu Terrace.
Beneath the sycamore trees lies a tranquil expanse of sea.
Under the soft moonlight, the seawater made a soft, gentle sound, like a tender melody.
Countless birds perched atop the sycamore tree, each one incredibly elegant, their dense array of eyes peeking out from behind the layers of sycamore leaves, peering at Lian Yu.
A gentle female voice came to my ear, like that of the gentlest mother.
"Let's go up."
Lian Yu couldn't resist the voice. He looked down at himself, noticing his blue-green feathers and magnificent tail.
He didn't know when he reverted to his original form.
The blue-green peacock flapped its wings slightly and flew towards a sycamore branch above.
Just as he was about to step onto the sycamore branch, a golden shadow suddenly appeared above him.
The dazzling golden light fell on Lian Yu like a knife, severing his beautiful feathers and tearing his flesh.
The beautiful peacock, covered in wounds, landed on the branch it had been standing on, and its feet transformed into a circular golden floor.
"No!" He looked up in astonishment and found himself inside a huge golden cage.
In this place where the sea is dotted with phoenix trees and where hundreds of birds gather, he was actually imprisoned in a magnificent golden cage.
"No...that's not how it is! I want to escape this cage! I want to expose the true nature of the Yuanming Realm! You're all useless!"
The peacock, covered in blood, seemed to have gone mad, constantly crashing into its cage, falling to the ground, and then flying up again.
Under the gentle moonlight, the soft sound of the waves, and the cold gaze of the birds, the peacock resembled a moth drawn to the flame without regard for the consequences.
That gentle voice rang out again: "Why is there this cage?"
Lian Yu cried out frantically, "Yes, why?"
Why is there this cage?
As he asked the question, a burning sensation came from his wings.
The scenery before him was like a burning scroll slowly crumbling apart, and Lian Yu saw his own body beginning to burn.
And there were Zhu Qianyan and the others in front of him.
The illusory figure standing between the two ninth-realm demon kings slowly spoke:
"Brother, eager to escape the cage..."
"It's just building another cage for yourself!"
"Hahaha...hahahahahahaha!"
Lian Yu stared at the illusory emerald feather before him and burst into maniacal laughter.
"I've always been timid since I was little, but I never thought I'd use my last bit of courage on my older brother."
As Cui Ling watched the young boy's body being ignited by the Vermilion Bird's flames and slowly turning to ashes, a tear fell from the little girl who had become a wisp of his remnant soul.
From then on, there was only one Peacock Lord!
As Lian Yu's body gradually disappeared, Tu Shan Yan, who had been standing behind Zhu Qian Yan, swiftly made a move and grasped the wisp of demonic soul that was trying to escape in her palm.
The woman sighed softly, "We finally got his demon soul."
The nine-tailed fox demon slowly bowed to Zhu Qianyan: "After I finish interrogating Chu Lianyu's demon soul, I will send it to Fellow Daoist Ling of the Kongyu Clan."
Zhu Qianyan nodded slightly: "Thank you for your trouble, Fellow Daoist Tushan."
In fact, logically speaking, Lian Yu was a member of the Feather Clan, and his demon soul should have been handed over to the Feather Clan.
However, Lian Yu is a traitor who colluded with the demons.
Under such circumstances, in order to avoid suspicion, the Feather Clan had no choice but to hand over the items to Tu Shan Yan. The items had to pass through at least two demon clans to be considered convincing.
Tu Shan Yan is skilled in soul manipulation and can search souls, while Ling can consult the sacred books of the demon race. Entrusting them with this task is the best option.
During their conversation, Zhu Lingzhi and the other two descended from the clouds.
The woman holding the perched bow bowed to the three people before her:
"Lingzhi greets Fourth Uncle, Senior Tushan, and Granny Ling!"
Zhu Qianyan looked at the young woman in front of him, his eyes full of admiration.
"Lingzhi, you did a great job this time!"
Zhu Lingzhi smiled slightly but did not speak.
After praising Zhu Lingzhi, Zhu Qianyan looked at Lei Chuxi and Jing Ruyu to the side:
"Thank you to the two young friends for protecting Ling."
Lei Chuxi, always thick-skinned, merely smiled slightly upon hearing this. Jing Ruyu, however, seemed somewhat embarrassed; the aloof woman bowed to Zhu Qianyan.
"You flatter me, senior."
"I will stay here to guard Lian Yu's body and watch him burn to ashes. Fellow Daoist Tu Shan, would you please go and find Fellow Daoist Huang on my behalf?" Zhu Qianyan laughed and spoke to Tu Shanyan.
The nine-tailed fox demon looked into Zhu Qianyan's eyes, making him feel somewhat embarrassed.
"Fellow Daoist Tushan..." Zhu Qianyan spoke again.
Tu Shanyan sneered and took Lian Yu's remnant soul to find the pitiful old snake with its severed tail.
The fourth prince of the Feather Clan must have gone into seclusion and made himself stupid.
When he made excuses, his expression was stiff, as if he was afraid others wouldn't know he was lying.
With a stiff expression, Zhu Qianyan saw Tu Shanyan off and then turned to look at the younger generation in front of him.
Then he discovered that Zhu Lingzhi was laughing openly.
Lei Chuxi smiled sinisterly.
Jing Ruyu was the most polite; the woman gently pursed her lips, her eyebrows curving upwards.
Zhu Qianyan: What's wrong with the younger generation these days? As expected, my elder brother was right. There are only cunning and wicked people out there.
Although he thought this way, Zhu Qianyan would never say it in front of the younger generation.
The young man looked at Zhu Lingzhi with a serious expression: "What are you laughing at?"
Zhu Lingzhi tried hard to suppress his smile: "Fourth Uncle, listen to me, from now on, please leave the matters of managing things outside to my good father."
"Don't say anything, just stand at the back."
Zhu Qianyan was deeply hurt by his own niece.
The young man tried to change the subject: "I heard from your father that you don't plan to return to the Upper Realm immediately?"
Zhu Lingzhi remained silent, but Lei Chuxi stepped forward slowly to reply: "The Wan Gong Fang trial is about to begin, and I plan to participate before returning to the Upper Realm."
Zhu Qianyan nodded slowly.
"In that case, you should return to Jidu first. The competition in the Wan Gong Fang trials is fierce, not to mention the prodigies of the Qilin Clan in the Upper Realm. Even that little girl from the Xuanhuang Sect..."
"What's her name?"
Zhu Lingzhi gently prompted, "Xue Lan!"
Zhu Qianyan nodded: "That's right, it's her!"
"That one's no pushover either!"
Zhu Lingzhi supported her fourth uncle's point of view and took Lei Chuxi and Jing Ruyu back to Jidu.
As the younger generation disappeared into the horizon, Zhu Qianyan's expression instantly turned serious.
The young man slowly turned around and pulled a long, thin, worm-like object from Lian Yu's still-burning corpse.
"What on earth are you?"
The young man murmured something softly and placed the insect into a white jade bottle.
The young man personally watched as Lian Yu's body burned to ashes, collecting all the ashes before leaving.
With the mountain's protective barriers gone, a tranquil and serene landscape returned.
No one knows about the great battle that preceded it.
No one knows that the thousand-year-old peacock perished because of its own imprisonment!