Chapter Eleven: Luo Huo Takes Action

  Emperor Jiang saw Lin Zu being trapped and didn't care about anything, he summoned the Treasure Lotus Lamp and sprayed a fierce flame inside. The Phoenix Nirvana Great Array was originally a fire attribute array, and after being stimulated by the Treasure Lotus Lamp's flames, it couldn't help but rotate even more violently, burning Lin Zu who wailed loudly.

  "Feng Tian, do you really want to engage in a life-or-death struggle with me? This time, even if I die, I have an 80% chance of severely injuring you. When the time comes, Zhu Long will take advantage of the situation and launch a surprise attack. Do you think you can withstand it?"

  Feng Tian furrowed his brow, pondering for a moment before ordering Emperor Jiang to stop spewing fire. Emperor Jiang's mood also improved at this time, and he readily withdrew the Treasure Lotus Lamp.

  "That's what you say, but you led people to raid the Phoenix Clan's territory. Do you think a single sentence can make me let you off?"

  Lin Zu heard this and felt a deep sorrow, his face filled with grievance.

  "Hmph, honest people don't speak in riddles. If you hadn't assassinated my Qilin tribe's princess first, I wouldn't have come to attack you all, and I wouldn't have lost my only son as a result." Lin Zu's words became increasingly sorrowful, like an old man who had lost his child in his later years, a white-haired person sending off a black-haired one, a lonely elderly person.

  "When did I kill the Qilin tribe princess?" Feng Tian was taken aback, he really didn't know that he had done such a thing.

  Compared to Feng Tian's confusion, Emperor Jiang's mind was shocked and turbulent. If he remembered correctly from his past life, this should be the work of Luo Yu, trying to stir up a war between the three clans, so that the Demon Clan could take advantage of the situation and dominate the entire Hong Huang, then use the Hong Huang's aura to become the Saint. But Emperor Jiang couldn't explain the situation to Feng Tian and the others.

  "Alright, alright, I lost to you today. This cause and effect, I won't settle with you either. After all, among our three clans, who doesn't want to dominate the Honghuang? Using some despicable means to reduce each other's strength is also normal." Seeing Feng Tian not admitting it, Lin Zu also had no way to deal with him.

  Phoenix Tianlin was certain of himself and no longer explained.

  With a wave of his hand, the Phoenix Nirvana Great Array was withdrawn. The great array shrank into the array eye and turned into a single phoenix feather, which then flew into Feng Tian's hand. This was indeed the most precious treasure of the Phoenix Clan, the Phoenix Feather.

  Lin Zu didn't say anything, he just took a deep look at Di Jiang and flew away, disappearing from everyone's sight in an instant.

  Jianlin's ancestor had already left, and Feng Tian only started speaking then.

  "Alright, I'll head back to Nanming Volcano and discuss this matter properly." Feng Tian said as he flew off first, followed by Minghe and Huo Huang. However, Emperor Jiang did not immediately follow them, but instead returned to Tianyu Mountain, bringing along the heavily injured Kunpeng and Emperor Jun, before flying back to Nanming Volcano.

  In the Phoenix Grand Hall, a dozen people sat down one after another. The one sitting at the very top was Feng Tian. Emperor Jiang sat beside Feng Tian, and Kun Peng and Di Jun, although seriously injured, also insisted on sitting here.

  "I suppose everyone already knows what happened, but I have many doubts about Lin Zu's claim that I killed his princess." Feng Tian spoke up first.

  "Perhaps it's just an excuse Lin Zu made up on purpose to launch a surprise attack on us." Ming He analyzed and said.

  "I don't think it's possible, Lin Zu's expression doesn't seem fake." Huo Feng held an opposing view.

  "Oh? What do you think is the reason?" Feng Tian asked Huo Huang.

  "I suspect that the Dragon Clan intentionally framed us in order to provoke a great war between us and the Qilin Clan, so they can reap the benefits as onlookers."

  "It's very likely, but now the heavenly machine is unclear, and I can't calculate what it is." Feng Tian furrowed his brow and suddenly said: "Could it be that Zhu Long has covered up the heavenly machine?"

  Di Jiang was dozing off below, and this discussion had no effect. Guessing back and forth, they only mentioned Luo Yu's name, and it was likely that they thought that in the vast expanse of the Hong Huang continent, only the three ancestral tribes could produce a quasi-saint, and among them, Hong Huang was the first.

  Report to Feng Zu: outside the grand hall, there is a self-proclaimed immortal from Beiming who claims to have an urgent matter to request an audience.

  Just as Feng Tian and the others were discussing, a Phoenix Tribe cultivator walked in.

  "Bei Ming!" Kun Peng's eyes lit up when he heard the two words "Bei Ming", and he quickly stepped forward, saying: "Bei Ming is my closest relative, I hope the Phoenix Clan will let her in."

  "It turned out to be a close relative of Kunpeng, let Beiming Xianzi in quickly." Fengtian saw that Kunpeng knew him and no longer hesitated, ordering the guards to let her in.

  Before long, a woman in her twenties wearing black clothes walked into the hall.

  "North Ming, how did you come?" Kunpeng saw that it was really North Ming and was very surprised.

  Bei Ming saw Kun Peng and was also excited, but now is not the time for nostalgia. Bei Ming walked straight up to Feng Tian and said:

  "I just came from the Dragon Clan tribe and brought a piece of intelligence for Feng Zu."

  "Oh? What intelligence." Feng Tian showed a bit of interest.

  "The nine sons of the Dragon Clan have gone missing, and Candle Dragon is certain that it's related to the Phoenix Clan. He's preparing to launch a large-scale attack on the Phoenix Clan." The Northern Ming Fairy said calmly. However, the Phoenix Clan cultivators below were furious.

  "What! The nine sons of Candle Dragon have gone missing!" Feng Tian's thoughts were a bit dizzy, what was going on? First, the Qilin princess was assassinated, and now the nine sons of Candle Dragon had disappeared, how did it all relate to himself. Feng Tian felt that he had already fallen into a big net, but knew nothing about the person who set the net.

  The Feng tribe's grand hall began another round of discussion, but in the end, they couldn't come to a conclusion. Phoenix Heaven had no choice but to issue an order, recalling all Feng tribe cultivators and preparing them to defend against the Dragon tribe's invasion at any moment.

  After everyone dispersed, Emperor Jiang and his two companions did not return to their respective territories, but instead gathered together with the Northern Ming Fairy.

  "These are the two brothers I've made friends with, Di Jiang and Di Jun, both of whom have attained the Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivation." Kun Peng pulled Bei Ming's hand, introducing him to Di Jiang and Di Jun by his side. The two had a close attitude, and Di Jiang was guessing in his heart.

  "I've seen Emperor Jiang and Emperor Jun before." Bei Ming stepped forward politely and paid his respects to Emperor Jiang and Emperor Jun.

  "Kun Peng, you little scamp, don't hide anymore, quickly introduce us to this fairy and what's your relationship with her." Emperor Jun asked after returning a courtesy.

  Di Jiang also wanted to know who this Bei Ming was at this time, remembering that there was no such person in the memories of the previous life. Moreover, this person's cultivation was not low, and he also had the initial realm of Daluo Jinxian.

  Kunpeng's old face rarely turned red, and he said awkwardly: "I am a fellow practitioner with Beiming."

  Di Jiang and Di Jun stared at Kun Peng in shock, with an expression of "you're so deep". Kun Peng felt even more embarrassed.

  Compared with Kunpeng, Beiming Xianzi was straightforward and explained it to Emperor Jiang and the others.

  "I and Kunpeng were both born in the North Ming, my true form is a Kun fish, belonging to the yin of the aquatic plant, his true form is a Peng bird belonging to the yang of the aquatic plant, naturally attracted to each other from birth, and after cultivating together for tens of thousands of years, we finally became Dao companions."

  After being said by Bei Ming, Di Jiang was confused. In the memories of his past life, Kun and Peng were not the original bodies of Kunpeng.

  It's now become two people. However, Emperor Jiang didn't dwell on this issue too much, after all, his understanding of them in the past life only came from legends.

  "So that's how it is," Di Jiang said with a face full of envy as he looked at Kun Peng, continuing to ask: "Then why did your younger sister return from the Dragon Clan?"

  "This is a long story, but to put it simply, after Peng and I reached the peak of Golden Immortal in the North Sea, we both encountered bottlenecks and had the idea of coming out to find opportunities to break through. Peng was a flying bird-type, so he joined the Phoenix tribe, while my true body is a Kun, belonging to the scaly class, so I joined the Dragon tribe. Not long ago, I suddenly heard that the Candle Dragon was going to launch a large-scale attack on the Phoenix tribe, and I was worried about Peng's safety, which is why I came to the Phoenix tribe to report the news." When North Sea mentioned the Dragon tribe, his face involuntarily revealed an apologetic expression.

  Di Jiang couldn't help but greatly admire this Northern Sea goddess, while Kun Peng was deeply moved.

  The four of them chatted for a while longer before dispersing.

  Beimeng didn't return to the dragon clan again, but instead stayed with Kunpeng. Perhaps it was also because he felt guilty towards the dragon clan and had no face to go back.