Chapter 140

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

"Yu Huang, who the hell did you learn that from?"

Xuan Ge leaned against the wall, glancing sideways at Yu Huang beside him.

Clearly a man about to run out of oil and burn out his wick, how could his mouth still be this foul, not the slightest bit like someone about to die.

Don't they say, when a person is about to die, their words are kind?

"I learned it from you, damn it!"

Yu Huang was emotionally agitated, his voice hoarse yet still carrying a hint of ferocity.

Even covered in injuries, unable to move, he still refused to yield.

But in his heart he also could not deny that the Xian Zhou's cultural heritage was terrifyingly deep, not something just any power could compare to.

Moreover, in order to study Xuan Ge, to figure out his temperament, he had deliberately gone to learn quite a bit of Xian Zhou culture.

Only he himself didn't know from when it started, but he had actually fallen in love with Xian Zhou's drama and storybooks.

Every time he could only sneak a look in private, afraid his subordinates would see and he'd lose face as Yu Huang.

That previous imposing line "I am the greater good" was something he learned from a righteous character in a certain storybook.

"Oh~ learned from me, huh~"

Xuan Ge dragged out his tone unconcernedly, a trace of mockery flashing in his eyes, then deliberately teased:

"Then does your niece want to take a look?"

Yu Huang's whole body stiffened, he blanked for a full few seconds, the next second, he completely lost his composure.

"Xuan Ge! I really will kill you! I really will kill you!"

He used the very last shred of strength, raised his left hand, clutched Xuan Ge's collar tight, shaking him wildly, as if wanting to shake Xuan Ge unconscious, shake him to death.

Damn Xuan Ge! To actually humiliate his little sister, truly the ultimate scum!

Xuan Ge didn't speak, letting him shake his body, his face still wearing a faint smile.

Until he saw a figure walking from not far away, only then did he speak slowly, tone flat: "Your little sister's here."

Yu Huang's movements froze instantly.

His body trembled slightly, he slowly turned his head, gaze landing on not far away, on that woman standing amidst the ruins.

Pure white long hair fluttering in the wind, the ear feathers behind her ears still exquisite, that face, gradually overlapping with the small figure in his memory.

"Yi'er... is that you?"

Yu Huang's tears unconsciously flowed down, voice choked, carrying endless trembling and disbelief.

For so many years, he had been searching for her, thought she was long gone from the mortal world, thought he would never see her again.

"It's me.. it's me! Older Brother!"

Tian Yier could hold back no longer, rushed over in quick steps, hugged Yu Huang tight, tears like beads from a broken string falling continuously, full of longing for her kin.

Years of longing, years of worry, at this moment, completely erupted.

Xuan Ge watched the siblings embracing and weeping, slowly braced himself on the cold wall, stood up.

He deliberately slowed his steps, quietly retreated a few steps, leaving enough space and time for this pair of siblings reunited after long separation.

Yu Huang gently stroked his sister's cheeks, movements tender beyond words, as if caressing the most precious treasure in this world.

"Not thin, not thin, that's good, that's good."

He repeated it over and over, eyes full of relief and heartache, as long as his sister was well, everything he had done was worth it.

"Older Brother, I'm fine, I'm really fine."

Tian Yier leaned in Yu Huang's arms, choked out: "The General treats me very well, has always taken good care of me."

She raised her head, looking at her older brother reunited after long separation, yet now heavily injured, breath faint, her heart ached sharply.

She really wanted to reach out, use her own power, treat her older brother, relieve his pain.

But she couldn't.

On one side her husband Li Chunxiao, the Xian Zhou's Commander-in-Chief, on the other side her own blood older brother, the Xian Zhou's enemy.

The two sides were hostile, she was caught in the middle, in a dilemma, heart suffering so much she nearly suffocated.

Yu Huang, so perceptive, saw through his sister's difficulty and pain at a glance.

He gently wiped the tears from his sister's face, corners of his mouth hooking a gentle smile, tone soft:

"Heart still so kind, that's good."

"No need to treat Older Brother, Xuan Ge still can't kill me."

He deliberately said it lightly, wanting to reassure his sister, but the weakness in his tone couldn't fool anyone.

"General... General... I.... I..."

Tian Yier turned her head, looking at Xuan Ge not far away, tears surging forth again, eyes full of pleading.

She knew, only Xuan Ge could save her older brother, her older brother really wasn't going to last much longer.

"Don't... beg him, don't..... beg him..."

Yu Huang's voice grew even weaker, he slowly raised his hand, gently covered Tian Yier's eyes.

In his mind, scenes from childhood instantly surfaced.

Back then, on his birthday, his sister always liked to cover his eyes.

Then Tian Yier would carefully take out her handmade gift, face carrying a shy yet expectant look, asking if he liked it.

Those warm memories, like light, illuminated the gray darkness at the bottom of his heart at this moment.

The corners of the Feather Emperor's mouth hooked a nostalgic smile, yet his gaze gradually began to scatter.

"Give me... let me see... niece..."

This was his final thought, and also his only wish — to see the niece he had never met, to see what she looked like.

Tian Yier forcibly endured the grief in her heart, wiped dry the tears on her face, and with trembling hands fished out the jade omen from her bosom.

She lit up the jade omen, and carefully brought her own screensaver close to the Feather Emperor's eyes.

The Feather Emperor extended a trembling hand, received the jade omen, his gaze fixed tightly on the little girl on the screen.

The little girl had the same pure white long hair as Tian Yier, small ear feathers, smiling with curved brows and eyes, innocent and lively, very cute.

He couldn't help but use his fingertips to lightly stroke the little girl's face on the jade omen, his gaze gentle enough to drip water.

But when he saw that the man standing together with his little sister was not Xuan Ge, the heart he had been holding in suspense finally completely settled down.

That man, he knew, was Li Chunxiao, the Tongjun under Xuan Ge's command.

In this way, his little sister married into the Tongjun's family, gained the Xian Zhou identity, and could then legitimately take in the Wing-Crafter clan, no longer suffering the hardships of wandering and displacement.

"Very pretty, like you, good-looking."

The Feather Emperor seemed to experience a final rally before death, his face revealing a long-lost, pure smile, his voice soft:

"May Abundance protect her."

He raised his hand, lightly pinched Tian Yier's cheek, just like when she was little, the movement gentle, carrying a few degrees of doting affection.

But with this pinch, his hand would never again have the strength, and slowly drooped down.

"Older Brother!!!"

Tian Yier tightly held her older brother's drooping hand, shouted with a heart-rending cry, her weeping shrill, resounding through the entire ruins of the General's Mansion.

The Feather Emperor's eyes were tightly closed, yet his face still wore a happy smile.

This battle of his seemed to be for Abundance, and also seemed to be for his own plan.

But the moment he saw his little sister, and caught a glimpse of his niece, it was all put to rest.

The Feather Emperor knew clearly that he could not possibly survive; even if the Divine Might wanted him to live, he himself would absolutely not allow it.

His little sister had a new life, while he was a remnant of the old era; he absolutely could not delay his little sister and the clan's continuation.

Now, his wish fulfilled, he could also leave with peace of mind.

"General!!!"

Another piercing and anxious voice suddenly entered Tian Yier's ears, interrupting her grief.

She violently raised her head, looking in the direction the voice came from.

Only to see Xuan Ge's body slowly sway, covering his forehead, falling straight down, and was steadily caught in the arms of Wei Qing who rushed over in quick steps.

Tian Yier's pupils instantly contracted sharply, the grief on her face now mixed with a few more degrees of panic.