Chapter 250: Madman!

The Feng Clan is vast, its population numerous, as the saying goes, all birds pay homage to the phoenix; all sentient birds under heaven belong to the Feng Clan, but the pure phoenix bloodline is extremely rare, breeding is difficult, most are single-egg, egg-laying, and even if born, the chance of successful hatching is only half.

Not to mention undergoing Nirvana, washing the marrow and ascending.

After the Fire Witch God fell, the Feng Clan's original matriarchal clan structure was broken, and under the further domination of the Four Grand Protectors, internal conflicts intensified, plus various external threats, wars broke out repeatedly, and your father died in the war.

You and your sister are posthumous children, and also the purest bloodline of the Feng Clan's main line, heirs to the Phoenix Lord, but unfortunately before you hatched, they never figured out which of you was the leader, and made a wrong decision.

Of course, whether there is a conspiracy here is unknown; everything can only be explored by yourself.

She rubbed my head again and said earnestly, 'Erbao, I know suddenly entrusting you with the heavy burden of unifying and reviving the Feng Clan is too much for you, but Mother's time is short, there is no better way.'

Remember, the Snow Phoenix clan can be used; if the Left Grand Protector is still alive, you can also trust him. Lastly, Erbao, the Feng Clan's reproduction is also crucial; regardless of whether the bloodline is pure, for our Feng Clan, you must have your own children.

Her eyes looking at me were filled with worry and reluctance, and she repeatedly stroked my hair and cheeks.

It seemed she remembered something again and added: 'I sense your aunt's aura on you; she is still alive, how wonderful! If she can recall past events, give her a message for Mother—dare to pursue what you want, to live again for yourself.'

Before I could nod in agreement, she let go of me.

After taking one last deep look at me, her originally faint soul quickly condensed into a golden bead, which shot straight into my Soul Body.

I only felt my Soul Body suddenly swell, my soul filling to an unprecedented degree, yet then I would suddenly feel dazed, as if half of it were about to split off.

This process lasted a while before my soul stabilized and returned to my fleshly body.

I woke up from the bed in a daze, eyes still closed, tears already sliding down the corners of my eyes.

I turned over, curled my whole body up, hugged the pillow and sobbed, whispering over and over: 'Mother... Mother...'

She had been dead long ago.

She died in difficult labor giving birth to me.

Everyone thought she, like my aunt, had a fragmented soul that had long since scattered.

Only my aunt could still condense a remnant soul and live in the mortal world; this must be the work of that person from Hu Shan.

But what about my mother?

Why did her remnant soul appear in Cangwu Mountain after so many years?

Even the Great Witch doesn't know of her existence?

No.

It is not her remnant soul that exists; what entered my body is her inner elixir.

The inner elixir of the Golden Phoenix Lord!

Her remnant soul and spiritual awareness condensed into her inner elixir after death and returned to Cangwu Mountain.

And now it has entered my body, taking Parasitic Dwelling in my body.

My mother's remnant soul, in a sense, is also the other half of my aunt.

So if I can leave this place safely, I should, at a suitable opportunity, hand this inner elixir over to my aunt.

After the inner elixir fuses with my aunt, her soul will be complete.

She will then be able to become a complete person.

No, a complete, pure-blooded Golden Phoenix!

Furthermore, whether one can successfully fuse this inner elixir is also the sole criterion for testing whether the fusion candidate is truly my aunt.

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Sorrow is fleeting; there are still many things waiting for me to do.

Over the next few days, my daily life was almost the same, yet not entirely so.

When hungry I went to the tea garden to find food; when tired I slept.

At first, other time was spent studying the Great Witch's witchcraft notes.

But strangely, those characters and symbols that I couldn't understand at first gradually became comprehensible.

Two days later, each day I had three periods—morning, noon, and night—when I would automatically want to meditate.

On that meditation stone where I was made to kneel most as a child, I sat cross-legged and meditated; upon entering concentration, it was an hour.

What surprised me even more was that after each meditation session, I felt my whole body much lighter, with a warmth coiling in my lower abdomen.

After a week, I felt my whole body relaxed, and my steps became much lighter.

When washing my face in the morning, I discovered that the ulcerated spot on my right cheek had, unknown since when, grown new flesh and blood.

The wound was healing on its own.

I am not sure whether this is the effect of my mother's inner elixir, or of practicing the Great Witch's witchcraft.

Or perhaps both.

In short, everything is improving.

My mother probably also knows some witchcraft, right?

After her inner elixir merged into my body, it helped me better read and understand the ancient witchcraft recorded by the Great Witch, letting me set foot into the witchcraft's door.

I think, if given enough time to finish reading the Great Witch's witchcraft notes and to meditate and cultivate nonstop, my Xiūwéi will surely undergo a major breakthrough.

Unfortunately, this world always has many disappointments.

There are always some people who won't let your days go smoothly.

About ten days after I entered Cangwu Mountain, that evening I was sitting at the stone table under the Chinese parasol tree reading the witchcraft notes when the leaves above suddenly rustled.

It was as if a strong wind had blown, moving the leaves like a canopy.

I instinctively closed the witchcraft notes, stuffed them into the large inner pocket of my archery uniform, stood up, and stared upward.

The leaves blocked my view, swaying continuously.

Gradually, I realized something was off.

The Chinese parasol leaves were huge, each about the size of three of my palms; as they swayed, I could see through the gaps that the upper leaves were gradually becoming unmoved by the wind.

That feeling was strange, as if the Chinese parasol tree had been split into upper and lower layers, each existing in a different dimension.

I stared without blinking, observing.

Soon I discovered where something was wrong.

At the edges of the motionless Chinese parasol leaves above, tiny ice sand particles were gradually forming.

With the passage of time, those tiny ice sand particles condensed and took shape, becoming the forms of snowflakes.

Ice sand... snowflake... it's a Snow Phoenix!

After the Snow Phoenix ate the ice silkworm, in the Dang Pu this is its evolution process.

But above is Nirvana fire—even Feng Xianqiu doesn't dare to charge into that Nirvana fire—how could the Snow Phoenix dare? And how could it possibly do it?

She is merely a young Snow Phoenix chick, still just a little white bird!

No, it's definitely not a Snow Phoenix.

So, whatever came down from above should be... a member of the Snow Phoenix clan?

The Snow Phoenix said that their clan had over a hundred members, all of whom Feng Xianqiu had brought under his control.

Then this must be Feng Xianqiu forcing the Snow Phoenix clan to act as vanguard, leading him through the Nirvana fire and into Azure Paulownia Mountain?

Madman!