I Have a Golden Crow-Chapter 778 - 529 Young Generation_2

Feng Wuheng's eyes narrowed, instantly noticing that this woman was not a physical body, but a Demon Soul!

Feng Wuheng cupped his fists respectfully: "Feng Wuheng of the Human Race, greets the Supreme Dragon Turtle."

Celestial Cyan Porcelain gave Feng Wuheng a faint glance, then slowly drifted down to Du Yu's side.

Du Yu: "..."

Worthy of being the Supreme Lord, so domineering!

Sensing the atmosphere had fallen silent, Du Yu spoke up: "Once Senior Brother Fu arrives, we'll form a team and go see the Ancient Niuniu together."

"Mm." Celestial Cyan Porcelain replied softly, sizing up Feng Wuheng from head to toe.

Feng Wuheng just stood quietly, allowing the Supreme Lord to examine him.

This feeling... how to put it?

It's just so strange~

Du Yu holds great respect for Feng Wuheng, seeing himself as a "little apprentice" before him.

And Feng Wuheng, in turn, is very respectful to Celestial Cyan Porcelain, showing the Supreme equal deference.

Just as Du Yu was about to speak again, Celestial Cyan Porcelain suddenly spoke up.

She said softly: "Your bearing is impressive."

Feng Wuheng replied with a smile: "You flatter me."

Celestial Cyan Porcelain said indifferently: "If something unexpected happens during the negotiation, are you able to protect my master in full?"

Feng Wuheng's face grew serious and he said in a deep voice: "This is the task Great Xia entrusted to me. I will of course do my utmost!"

Celestial Cyan Porcelain nodded in satisfaction: "Speak. What doubts do you have?"

Feng Wuheng's smile returned: "Supreme Lord, your keen insight sees through me. Indeed, I have some confusion—I wish to ask your guidance."

"Mm." Celestial Cyan Porcelain lightly nodded.

Feng Wuheng: "Regarding the Supreme Realm, can us humans ever aspire to glimpse it?"

Celestial Cyan Porcelain shook her head: "I do not know. I have yet to witness it."

"Mm." Feng Wuheng pondered for a moment, then continued, "I have three Demon Saints within me, who have accompanied me for many years, all having cultivated to the peak.

May I ask you for some guidance—might these Demon Saints gain some insight into the mysteries of the Supreme Realm?"

Yet Celestial Cyan Porcelain's body shifted sideways, blending into Du Yu's form.

In his mind, the voice of Celestial Cyan Porcelain sounded: "Whether to instruct them or not, that's your decision."

Du Yu: "Eh?"

Little Fen Yang: "Not every species can become Supreme, you know~"

Du Yu probed: "So, should we teach them?"

Little Fen Yang: "This person is here to protect you, so why not leave a bit of good karma~

Maybe in the future, he can help us go fight the Youhan Tree.

But you should remind him not to get his hopes up. Each species has its own unique talent."

Du Yu nodded to himself quietly: "Then let's first have a look at his Demon Pets?"

Little Fen Yang: "Alright, alright, let me see what good stuff he has~"

Du Yu lifted his head and looked at Feng Wuheng.

The words were at his lips, but he didn't know how to begin.

Feng Wuheng seemed to sense something, and was all the more amazed by Du Yu's Demon Taming abilities.

Clearly, the Supreme Dragon Turtle had chosen to defer this matter to her master.

Feng Wuheng cupped his fists with a smile: "Demon Friend, would you be willing to enlighten me?"

Du Yu never would have dreamed that one day, he'd actually be lecturing one of the Seven Saints of Great Xia!

How could this make sense~

Du Yu simply nodded and said: "Elder Feng, please summon your Holy Pet first."

"Alright!" Feng Wuheng stepped back a few paces, closing his eyes, "One moment."

In just a few seconds, a surge of rich Wind Demon Breath swept out.

Soon after, snow-white Xi Gou took form before their eyes.

Wind-type Demon Beast· Wind Glutton Dog!

The scary part is: even at Demon Saint Level, the Wind Glutton Dog is only about 3 meters long and just over 2 meters tall.

Du Yu finally understood—the Wind Glutton clan really can't grow big.

And they really are skinny~

"Rhrr." The Wind Glutton Dog growled deeply, holding its head high as it looked toward the young human boy.

Little Fen Yang sounded a bit disappointed, mumbling quietly: "So it's a Xi Gou."

Du Yu: "..."

Little Fen Yang: "I'm afraid this species can hardly reach the Supreme; as I recall, the Xi Gou clan barely even has Demon Saints~

This elderly young man is impressive, to have cultivated a Xi Gou Demon Saint."

Du Yu meekly asked: "Isn't it possible it's called Wind Glutton Dog?"

Little Fen Yang: "Hehe~"

Feng Wuheng reached out again, pure Wind Demon Breath surging into the sky.

Under the raging gale, Du Yu shielded his eyes, while behind him, the waters of Purple Marsh Lake surged and churned.

"Screee~~~" A drawn-out birdcall echoed through the Sea Realm.

A bird, like a Luan or Phoenix, stretched out blue-gray wings—each nearly a hundred meters long, casting a shadow over heaven and earth!

Although its form was majestic beyond compare, its graceful bearing was undiminished.

Little Fen Yang gave a soft exclamation: "Wow!"

"Sorrow—Sorrow Seabird?!" Du Yu was stunned as well, his eyes wide open.

"Oh?" Feng Wuheng was a bit surprised. "Demon Friend, you actually recognize this race?"

Du Yu: "Ah!"

How could I not recognize it!

I just saved one out at sea; how could I not know!

But... didn't that Sorrow Seabird claim to be the last of its kind?

Feng Wuheng gazed up at the Sorrow Seabird: "Demon Friend, you are well learned indeed. Nowadays, the Sea of Sorrow Race has gone extinct."

As he spoke, Feng Wuheng sighed deeply: "She may well be the last Sorrow Seabird in the world."

"Screee~~~" The Sorrow Seabird cried out in anguish.

This race's tragic aura is so strong that even its regular calls carry a faint sadness.

With the birdcall finished, the mood turned somber once more.

Just as master and pet both mourned in sorrow and loneliness...

Du Yu suddenly blurted out: "That's not true."

Feng Wuheng: "What?"

The Sorrow Seabird lowered her patterned bird head, gazing at the small human youth.

Du Yu looked at Feng Wuheng: "Elder Feng, do you believe I only knew of the Sea of Sorrow Race from ancient records?"

Feng Wuheng's heart shook: "You mean...?"

Du Yu: "Just at the beginning of this month, I saved a Sorrow Seabird at sea."

Feng Wuheng: ???

The Sorrow Seabird stared dumbly at Du Yu, momentarily forgetting to flap its wings.

The dignified Demon Saint dropped straight down, just like that.

By the time she came to her senses, she was already close to the surface of the sea.

She flapped her wings anew, instantly turning Purple Marsh Lake into a churning mess.

Celestial Cyan Porcelain frowned slightly, lifting her gaze to the sky.

Du Yu clapped a hand to the visor of his cap, speaking: "That Sorrow Seabird also believed itself to be the last of its kind in the world.

When I met it, it was struggling against the sea.

But for over a hundred years, it had been tormented by its nature and fate, exhausted in both body and soul.

In the storm on that sea, the Sorrow Seabird embraced death willingly... In the end, I saved it."

Pausing, Du Yu suddenly felt a thick Demon Soul envelop him.

It was the Sorrow Seabird's Demon Soul.

Within Du Yu, the previously unimpressed Celestial Cyan Porcelain now showed a faint touch of sorrow.

The loneliness, sadness, and bitterness contained within the Sorrow Seabird's Demon Soul were difficult for ordinary beings to imagine.

And clearly, Celestial Cyan Porcelain did not have a heart of stone.

"You... um, do you want to see it?" Du Yu looked up at the sky-shrouding, graceful Luan Bird, "But I've already let it go.

It returned to that patch of sea, continuing its fight against fate.

But rest assured, it no longer seeks only death, but wishes instead to cultivate, to break its shackles.

By the way, it gave me a token.

Shatang, go to my study and fetch the Sorrow Seabird's feather."

Just as his words fell, the Sorrow Seabird had already landed.

She lowered her long, slender neck, her great patterned bird head pressing against Du Yu's small one.

From the Sorrow Seabird's Demon Soul, the sound of sobbing came: "Thank you, Human.

Thank you, kind child."

The trembling, choked voice pained Du Yu's heart somewhat.

It seemed he had rescued not only a single Sorrow Seabird, but another lonely, suffering soul as well.

Maybe... he might well have saved an entire Demon Beast Race!

Suddenly, a giant teardrop fell from the bird's eye.

Just a single teardrop was enough to drench Du Yu completely.

Feng Wuheng, with one hand on the Wind Glutton Dog, watched as his own Demon Saint lowered its head and gently nuzzled Du Yu...

He could not help but sigh deeply.

He had come to fulfill Great Xia's mission, and to seek guidance from the Supreme Dragon Turtle.

But Feng Wuheng never expected that the one to truly shake his soul and bring redemption to the path of Demon Taming would be this Human youth.

The younger generation is to be feared?

This is already beyond mere "fear"...