Little Phoenix Is Not An Immortal Chapter 13
Translated by Luen Translations
Edited by Siren and Birdie
Chapters 13: Cultivating in the Heavenly Temple (1)
The Devil God stood aloof and remote, with a small gray bird beside his foot.
“Poisoned gray bird, in the current six realms, only I can save you.”
Hearing the word “save”, Tian Zhen stopped her tears—— ‘Alright. Gray bird it is then. This description can still be considered as befitting. Devil God’s godly power is unrivaled. Him looking down on me, a puny bird, is understandable.’
The Devil God made an “en” sound, and said: “Loyally protecting your master is deserving of praise.” (T/N: en can mean a nonverbal hum or indication of agreement)
‘Praise! Praise!’ Tian Zhen awaited in expectation.
“As such, I will save you this once.” The moment the Devil God made his decision, not much time passed before he took action. If he said he was going to do something, then he was going to do it. Wind gathered in the palm of his hand, causing his sleeve to lift up and a beautiful right hand was faintly discernible.
‘He’s……planning to use the force of his palm to force out the poison ?’ Realizing that something was wrong, Tian Zhen began to worry.
‘This god is the reincarnation of the God of Death from the Ancient Era. Just by blinking he could make several thousand become cannon fodder. If, by chance, his control over this level of violent power wasn’t good, it’s quite possible that I’ll have to follow Yuchen-shaogong and become bone ash together……’
The thought had just arisen when her entire body was wracked with pain.
“Wa——” While yelling in melancholy, Tian Zhen had flown over six meters. She had then fallen to the ground with her mouth, nose, and ears simultaneously bleeding.
The wind stopped gathering in his palm and the sleeves fell down. The Devil God placed one hand on his back: “The poison has already been forced out.”
When the black blood ceased its flow, fresh blood continued to pour incessantly, as if her five viscera and six bowels had been pulverized. The excruciating pain was unparalleled, and breathing became increasingly difficult. Tian Zhen lay on the ground, dying, devoid of strength even to cry, with only a faint trace of consciousness lingering in her head.
‘The poison was forced out, and I’m about to die.’
The lowest power exerted caused such grave consequences. The Devil God didn’t think that anything was wrong at all, “For a puny gray bird, to be able to die at my hands is still better than dying from poison.”
Tian Zhen was so honored that her mouth spit out foaming blood, almost dying on the spot.
‘I should’ve predicted that the God of Death wasn’t an expert at saving people. Compared to this method of treatment and its failure, I’d be better off poisoned. At the very least, I’d be able to live a while longer.’
A ball of golden light silently dashed over, falling to the ground and changing into human form. As it turns out, Zhao Huajun had been atop the mountain when he heard the phoenix cry. As a result, he had hurriedly rushed back and sure enough, there had been an accident.
Understanding the situation, he promptly went over and picked up Tian Zhen. After a slight inspection, his heart turned frosty. Right now, her five visceras were clearly all split open and there was already no possibility of surviving. Only, because phoenix blood had a natural healing effect, the process was going slowly and she hadn’t died yet.
“What is the meaning of this biaodi?”
The Devil God didn’t defend himself at all and stood to the side: “It is an example of what the results of opposing me are.”
In the end, Zhao Huajun didn’t lose his cool. In regards to this biaodi’s power, if he really did want to kill someone, then there definitely would be a situation where he would be seriously injured. “The Divine Winged race cannot betray Heaven.”
“In memory of our former friendship, I have already tolerated the Divine Winged race for many years,” The Devil God waved his sleeve, “But, because you have repeatedly interfered in the war, I will no longer be lenient towards the Divine Winged race.”
Zhao Huajun sighed and said: “As a natural-born god, biaodi, we cannot compare to you, so it should only make sense for you to protect Heaven. Is there a need for you to insist upon setting yourself against us? If you were to return, His Majesty would certainly place you in an important position. In the future, you would win success and recognition and leave behind a good reputation for a thousand years.”
“Mutual deception and power struggle. This kind of Heaven isn’t fit for me to protect,” The Devil God gave a long “en” sound and slightly raised his chin, “I by myself am capable of crushing Heaven.”
Zhao Huajun shook his head.
The Devil God said: “It’s been said that the Divine Winged race has someone capable of defeating me.”
Zhao Huajun forced a smile: “That is the lie of a nameless saint.”
“Even if the Winged race’s Phoenix King were to cultivate for another hundred thousand years, you still wouldn’t necessarily be able to resist against me for three moves. What kind of person can defeat me?” Absolute arrogance penetrated through his deep laughter, “I’m quite looking forward to verifying the nameless saint’s prophecy.”
A strong breeze swirled, the black sleeve brushed across, and the Devil God disappeared.
The fire phoenix beside them had long since awakened and expressed puzzlement towards everything that had occurred. It ineffably turned towards its master.
Zhao Huajun gave a sigh. Taking note of the black blood on the ground, he roughly guessed what had happened: “Someone had used poison?”
Tian Zhen didn’t have the strength to nod either. The scenery before her eyes gradually became indistinct.
‘Who would target a cultivation-less little phoenix?’ This scheme was clearly directed towards him and had probably injured it by accident. His gaze flickered. He lifted his hand and a very small object rose from the dust on the ground. It then flew from the air, into the palm of his hand.
It was an immortal imprint.
Zhao Huajun furrowed his brows unconsciously, taking a moment before lowering his head to gaze once more at the dying Tian Zhen. A complex emotion lingered within those phoenix eyes.
There originally wasn’t an antidote to cure this poison. Even if he himself were to suffer from it, he would have to immediately administer it at least two or four hours after injury. Even a slight delay would result in a suffocating death. Fortunately, the poison within the little phoenix’s body had been forced out by the power of the Devil God’s palm with not even a bit remaining. Otherwise, there really wouldn’t be a method to save her.
Unfortunately, the Devil God was the previous God of Death’s reincarnation. With this level of power, how could a common body be able to bear with it? The poison was removed now, and the five visceras had also ruptured. It was still difficult for it to escape from death.
When all was said and done, it was a member of the distinguished phoenix race. Having accompanied each other these past couple of days, Zhao Huajun also enjoyed her company. It was a rare feeling. In the end, he couldn’t bear to look on unfeelingly as she lay grasping onto her fading life. If it was a clear-cut death, then fine, but unfortunately, this appearance of being about to die yet not dying made his heart ache.
If he wanted to save it, it wasn’t as if there wasn’t a way. The Phoenix King’s heart blood could bring the dead back to life.
However, how important was the Phoenix King’s heart blood? This essence, born of the Winged race's king, condensed over tens of thousands of years, influencing the destiny of the entire race. Each succeeding heavenly king inherited it, a source of power for cultivation. A weak king essence would limit the Winged race's potential. Life and death were guided by fate, and even with instructions, exceptions were to be avoided, especially for saving a minor phoenix.
Zhao Huajun was saddened and felt rather helpless.
Thinking of how it had been willing to sacrifice itself back then, despite its lack of cultivation and how currently, despite him being the king of their race, he was going to watch it die without saving it, made him hesitant.
One drop of blood not only contained king essence, but also a millennium’s worth of cultivation. If she were to receive this drop of blood, she would then obtain a millennium of cultivation and afterwards, would only need to cultivate a neidan……
Zhao Huajun’s heart trembled as he blankly gazed at Tian Zhen within his arms.
