Immortal Fairies Always Have Designs on Me-Chapter 1010 - 421: Zhiyu: "So What?" (2)
Dongfang Xinglan clearly saw a strong sense of fear emitting from the eyes of the stone statue.
Seeing this scene, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Lu Jin’an had gained the upper hand outside and might have already dealt with that mysterious person wearing the bizarre mask.
But... why hasn’t he come here first?
This thought flashed through her mind, and Dongfang Xinglan smiled slightly: "The humans you speak of aren’t good, nor are those I know... You’ve definitely heard the saying that those not of our race are sure to have different hearts, haven’t you?"
"Even so, you shouldn’t repay kindness with revenge..." The stone statue stared straight at Dongfang Xinglan: "What are you trying to say?"
Dongfang Xinglan smiled faintly: "As long as there are groups, they’ll never be united as one, so the bad people you speak of might not be bad to me, like now.
Do you know the situation with the Dynasty?"
"Roughly know," the stone statue said calmly: "I am fully aware that the chains suppressing me contain Incense Fire Will, your Dynasty is just a gigantic sacrificial altar."
"Indeed." Dongfang Xinglan looked at the gold and silver jewels scattered on the ground: "They treat us like livestock to be commanded at will, do you think I’d have a good impression of those people?"
"No, you wouldn’t."
"So..." Dongfang Xinglan looked back at the stone statue: "You want revenge, and so do I, based on this, you and I stand together, don’t we?"
The stone statue looked at Dongfang Xinglan with some surprise: "You seem to have broken free from their control, how did you do it?"
"The Saint Heir of the World’s No.1 Immortal Sect, Wandao Sect, is my husband whom I met by chance."
"Wandao Sect?"
The stone statue’s eyes flashed with confusion, evidently unfamiliar with this sect’s name, thus she instinctively asked: "Humans have defeated the Dragon Clan too?"
"No, but the strongest in the Immortal World now is the Sect Master of the Wandao Sect, Zheng Dongliu." Dongfang Xinglan said calmly: "And as the Saint Heir, my husband’s stance coincides with ours, viewing them as enemies."
"So..." The stone statue pondered as she looked at Dongfang Xinglan: "You have the ability to break free from their control, so you want to cooperate with me?"
"Yes." Dongfang Xinglan maintained a calm expression: "If I’m not mistaken, they want you dead to truly lock Destiny within me and thus use me to achieve a certain purpose, and you don’t want to die, nor do I wish to be manipulated.
Therefore, I don’t need these."
As soon as she said this, she waved her hand at the three groups of Incense Fire Will around her, causing them to distance themselves from her.
"You won’t die, and neither will I become a tool, so let’s cooperate." Dongfang Xinglan smiled as she looked at the stone statue: "The Dragon Vein Destiny belongs to me, and you can reside in my Sea of Consciousness, how about it?"
The stone statue remained silently staring at Dongfang Xinglan, seemingly considering the feasibility of her words.
Her gaze wandered between Dongfang Xinglan and the three Incense Fire Will groups, her eyes gradually relaxing.
She understood the situation in the Eastern Dynasty roughly through countless Incense Fire Wills, realizing that the citizens within this sacrificial altar were not the chess players.
The young woman in front of her, bearing the bloodline of the Dongfang Family Royal Family, was also from the Dynasty, specifically bred to carry half of the Human Clan’s Destiny as the ’Gu King’.
And the ’Gu King’ clearly could not be the chess player, so under normal circumstances, she could not control these three Incense Fire Will groups refined over thousands of years.
Yet now she can manipulate them, meaning the Wandao Sect Saint Heir in her mouth helped her sabotage the methods of those bastards from the Upper Realm.
’Wandao Sect Saint Heir...’
The stone statue’s eyes flickered, carefully sensing that there were indeed no surplus people present.
Hence, the Saint Heir entrusted this matter entirely to the young woman before her, is it trust, or utilization?
Should be trust... otherwise, how could he not be tempted by half of the Human Clan’s Destiny?
Moreover, as long as we first escape from here, what couldn’t be achieved?
At this thought, the stone statue slowly opened her mouth: "Alright."
Dongfang Xinglan’s smile grew brighter: "Then let’s first wish for our revenge to succeed, so... what should we do?"
The stone statue’s gaze fixed on the leftmost Incense Fire Will group: "If you pass over the Will Power of ’Desolate God’ you mentioned, the stone statue will unseal itself."
Dongfang Xinglan directly threw the Will Power group over, and when the group touched the stone statue, pure Dragon Breath burst forth from the blood-red Will Power, causing strong reminiscence to flicker in the stone statue’s eyes.
Crack-crack-crack...
Fragments fell from the surface of the stone statue, eventually revealing a golden Dragon Soul bound by thick chains within.
A phantom female majestically stood atop the Dragon Soul’s head.
Meanwhile, Zhiyu, still trying to store the Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures and gold and silver jewelry, suddenly lifted her little face, her heterochromatic eyes staring directly at the tangible within the Dragon Soul: the Candle Dragon Eggshell Fragments.
Feeling her gaze, the Dragon Soul smiled gently: "Little sister, you can’t have the eggshell fragments now."
Zhiyu frowned and pouted before once more picking up the treasures on the ground, murmuring, "Master will give them to Zhiyu."
Dongfang Xinglan glanced at Zhiyu, then looked back at the Dragon Soul without speaking: "And next?"
The Dragon Soul gazed into Dongfang Xinglan’s eyes: "Your Realm isn’t enough to bear me yet, so let me first present you with an opportunity."
Dongfang Xinglan slightly furrowed her elegant brows: "Crossing Tribulation, or Opening Tao Palace?"
"Both." The Dragon Soul extended her right hand, flicking her fingers as dense Dragon Breath shot forward like a flowing light to Dongfang Xinglan: "Swallow it."
Dongfang Xinglan did not act immediately, but stared directly at the Dragon Soul’s phantom, visibly more translucent than before.
She reached out with her right hand to grasp the flow, delight appearing in the Dragon Soul’s eyes, but in the next moment, Dongfang Xinglan suddenly threw the other two Incense Fire Will groups towards the Dragon Soul.
The Dragon Soul’s expression changed drastically: "You!"
Just as she spoke, the Incense Fire Will groups belonging to Emperor Tedi and Emperor Kong suddenly erupted in eerie light, and simultaneously, the thick chains holding the Dragon Soul began to tremble rapidly, releasing frightening Spiritual Energy that thundered upon the Dragon Soul.
"Ah..."
The Dragon Soul let out a sharp cry, glaring fiercely at Dongfang Xinglan: "You, how dare you..."
"How can one sleep soundly beside such a threat?"
Dongfang Xinglan sneered, suddenly pulling out the Qin King Sword and rushed towards the Dragon Soul, unleashing all her Vigorous Force.
"Wretched girl, you think..."
"Zhiyu!" Dongfang Xinglan quickly spoke: "Your Master told you to seize the eggshell fragments!"
Upon hearing this, Zhiyu stopped gathering treasures and, with a swoosh, dashed forth, reaching with her little hands towards the eggshell fragments within the Dragon Soul.
The Dragon Soul’s expression changed again, her voice urgent: "But you are of the Dragon Clan!"
Zhiyu paid her no heed, for her Master’s words were paramount, and given Sister Xinglan’s close relationship with Master, she surely wouldn’t deceive Zhiyu!
Thus, Zhiyu charged even more fiercely.
When her little hands touched the Dragon Soul, they directly transformed into dark dragon claws, stirring within the Dragon Soul’s body towards the eggshell fragments.
At this moment, Dongfang Xinglan leapt up, both hands tightly clutching the hilt of the Qin King Sword, fiercely piercing it into the Dragon Soul’s forehead.
Phoo—
Golden spots of light resembling blood splashed from the Dragon Soul, Dongfang Xinglan ignored the panicked Dragon Clan woman atop the Dragon Soul’s head, continuously driving the Qin King Sword deeper.
At the same time, she could distinctly sense a certain ethereal Destiny within herself becoming active, rhythmically interacting with another energy.
However, she was unable to absorb the Dragon Qi within the Dragon Soul.
She raised an eyebrow and slowed the speed of piercing the Qin King Sword, the Dragon Clan woman filled with bitter hatred: "You think you can obtain half of the human Destiny so easily? Kill me, and you’ll gain nothing!"
Dongfang Xinglan slightly frowned, thinking deeply, when an authoritative yet not lacking in imperial voice echoed from behind. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
"Leave it to me."
This voice sounded both familiar and unfamiliar to Dongfang Xinglan, she spun around to look, then instinctively looked up.
The over two-meter-tall woman descended like a deity, embodying supreme dominance.
"Zhi... Zhiyu?"
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