Noticing that even Zhao Gongming, who was much weaker than him, had surpassed himself, and seeing himself ranked last in the group, pride surged within him as a member of the Feng tribe and a descendant of the Yuanfeng clan. Without knowing where he had drawn his strength from, he charged towards Zhao Gongming, three steps equivalent to two in speed. Maintaining a distance of about ten paces between them.
As the altitude increased, this unnamed mountain peak offered some rewards in return. Xue Feng felt incredibly weak and realized that part of her body, which originally needed to be reborn through a phoenix's fiery rebirth to recover, had been infused with some life force. In just a quarter of an hour, she replenished more than ten percent of the lost original essence.
Then, she overtook Zhao Gongming again, her power relatively abundant.
Zhao: ""
The title of being last place doesn't matter much, but the "divorce" issue must be clarified. Old Zhao is charging upwards like he's been injected with adrenaline.
Old Zhao and Xue Feng were chasing each other at a height of ten thousand feet above the ground, while Dong Chan Yu was still having a conversation with Yun Xiaoxiao nearby, at about 20,000 feet high.
Dong Chan Yu hesitated for a moment with the Golden Dragon Shears in her hand: "What if there are any mistakes?"
Yun Xiaoxiao understood her thoughts and replied, "It's no problem. Even if the Luo Baoshi Jing takes away the Golden Dragon Shears, it won't hinder me. My spiritual consciousness can precisely locate the true position of the Ku Long Peng. We can then pursue them then."
Yun Xiaoxiao's plan was meticulous, with each step leading to the next. If they could weaken the Ku Long Peng to its maximum extent, Dong Chan Yu would agree. She had nothing else to add, accepted the Golden Dragon Shears, nodded twice, reminded them to be careful before climbing up alone.
Yun Xiaoxiao watched as she climbed higher and higher, until her figure disappeared from view. Then, she sighed softly, acknowledging that her own body was indeed a bit weak. She gritted her teeth, holding the Donghuang Taiyi sword like a cane, and climbed upwards in an ungraceful manner without any ladylike demeanor.
Dong Chan Yu left Yun Xiaoxiao and walked through the rocky terrain, taking deep and shallow steps.
At a height of thirty thousand feet, even with the essence of Force Dao and the phoenix's divine body, she felt incredibly exhausted.
She had no choice but to imitate Yun Xiaoxiao by using the Nanming Lihuo sword as a walking stick.
The original Phoenix staff was the best choice, but unfortunately, it is now a short staff, and she doesn't have the conditions for her hands to be above her knees. Carrying a short staff is actually uncomfortable.
At this moment, she held the sword, cleared her mind, adjusted the rhythm of absorbing spiritual qi, and mechanically climbed upwards.
In a daze, she even experienced a hallucination where several companions suddenly appeared climbing alongside her. She turned to look, but she couldn't make out their faces.
"A For The Emperor, For Sacred Terra!" A voice that was indistinguishable in terms of gender echoed in her ear.
She scoffed: "Demonic thoughts, right? You're too weak and don't know anything. Just blindly shouting? Do you know which Military Legion I am a part of? Pay attention, the correct statement is for the Khan and the Emperor!"
The voice beside her seemed to want to say something more, but Dong Chan Yu made a face of disgust: "Stop saying those vulgar words. Your knowledge is shallow, and it's not worth discussing the affairs of the world with you. Quickly retreat!"
The heart demon was flustered by her "temporary update version" and, with its words just beginning to form, was sent back by her. Its thoughts were momentarily confused, and it quietly vanished.
Dong Chan Yu continued to climb upwards, scaling over 500 feet higher. With sweat running down her face and all of her organs working overtime, the heart demon once again appeared.
This time, the voice sounded somewhat like Daji, soft and alluring, with an inherent seductive charm. It was like a whisper on a warm summer evening, evoking a sense of longing and anticipation that one couldn't resist.
The voice, in a tone of admiration, asked, "Who is the most formidable fighter at Mount Emei?"
Dong Chan Yu behaved like a neurotic person, pointing and gesticulating at the air: "Of course, the most formidable fighter at Mount Emei is Zhao Gongming. How could it be me? Oh, how coincidental! Zhao Gongming is right below us. Go find him instead."
The heart demon paused for a moment, seemingly to discern whether her words were true or false.
When it spoke again, the voice had changed to Yun Xiaoxiao: "My elder brother is ultimately not as capable as my sister. If there is a way to quickly attain enlightenment, it should be passed on to my brother. As a sister, I'm willing to offer my bed and pillow."
Dong Chan Yu countered: "On what basis do you assume that I am stronger than Zhao Gongming? On what basis do you assume that Zhao Gongming is stronger than me? Are you discriminating against me? Are you discriminating against Zhao Gongming? What are your intentions?"
This combination of "assumption" and "discrimination" was truly a novelty for the heart demon, almost like a phenomenon without clear understanding but with an aura of grandeur! For a moment, it didn't know how to respond.
Having started the conversation, it could only continue: "My elder brother was gravely injured at the beginning of his metamorphosis. He suffered a profound injury and was deprived of his essence. There is a fragment of a chaotic bell hidden in his heart veins. Instead of helping him, you are not considering saving him? Why don't we work together to extract his heart, retrieve the treasure, and then stitch up the wound? I'm sure my elder brother would be willing."
The heart demon's words were pure nonsense, yet for some reason, this nonsense seemed exceptionally reasonable in Dong Chan Yu's mind, as if by digging out Zhao Gongming's heart, she was truly helping him.
In an instant, a whole array of thoughts flashed through her mind: "In the river Ganges," "In this river Ganges," and so on. The heart demon read her thoughts and was temporarily stunned. What kind of thoughts could a little celestial being like you possibly be thinking? You are even more crazy than we heart demons!
Although she didn't understand the little celestial's thoughts, Dong Chan Yu was unconsciously convinced by the explanation of digging out Zhao Gongming's heart to save him. The heart demon knew she believed it and couldn't help but let out a sinister smile.
Dong Chan Yu seriously pondered for a moment: "What you said may be reasonable, but look at Zhao Xiong. He has a healthy head, healthy limbs, and healthy livers and lungs. Why do you keep talking about his missing heart and damaged meridians? What's your intention? Are you discriminating against him? I understand now, you want to deceive people for money, right?"
Her long-winded speech had baffled the heart demon. As the topic fell on "money," it naturally continued to elaborate, for money could lead to many more interesting discussions and was an irresistible lure for immortals, and presumably, for little celestial beings as well.
The voice of the heart demon transformed into Long Ji, emphasizing wealth: "A Yu, don't worry. Sister still has some private money, and I'll give it all to you."
Dong Chan Yu became very angry all at once: "Yes, yes, you're rich, you're great! You wealthy people have no idea how hard it is for us poor people. Just surviving is already a struggle for us!"
"That's okay. I can give you an endless life?"
Dong Chan Yu could have written "contempt" on her forehead: "Laughing out loud, the more one lacks something, the more one boasts about it, right?"
The heart demon looked extremely innocent: "I didn't brag about it, did I?"
Dong Chan Yu pointed at it: "A douchebag, right? You have to dispute everything?"
The heart demon: ""
I can't have a conversation with you!
The heart demon was retorted to death by Dong Chan Yu, exploding in place and dying a very untimely death.
