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Chapter 374 The Little Ancestor's Rebellious Canary (3)

Qingyao never expected that despite all her precautions, she still overlooked the fact that they would go to such lengths to use an ancient forbidden technique!
She carefully examined each fragment of the little thing's soul as she obtained it, but found nothing unusual.

Only when all the fragments of the divine soul are gathered together will the secret technique hidden within them suddenly erupt, forming the ancient God-Slaying Array.

Using the little thing's own soul as a sacrifice to destroy his soul—what a clever scheme!
Qingyao beckoned to the front hall, and a section of lotus root flew over.

The lotus root fell into her hand, and with a gentle squeeze, it transformed into thousands of threads of light that "whooshed" into the brow of the nearly frozen, chubby black bird.

As the last ray of light penetrated, a wisp of Qingyao's soul followed closely behind.

The frost on the black fat bird paused, seemingly locked in a stalemate with another force, unable to advance any further.

Meanwhile, Qingyao was searching for that small black figure in a snowy landscape, but she couldn't find it anywhere.

She didn't know how long she had been searching, or how long she had struggled to walk step by step through knee-deep snow.

Suddenly, a faint chirping sound, like a mournful cry, rang out, which invigorated her. She listened intently for a moment, then set her course and leaped straight towards that direction!

A small black ball of fur curled up in the crevice between several large rocks and a piece of broken wood.

Beneath it was a small piece of black eggshell with intricate patterns. The little furball struggled to peck at the eggshell, but it was frozen as hard as a rock, and it was too weak to break it and swallow it.

With no food around, the little furball couldn't get any eggshells, and its body grew weaker and weaker. It chirped twice in frustration, its bean-like eyes half-open and half-closed, as if it was about to faint from hunger at any moment.

When Qingyao saw it, she intended to lift it up, but her hand passed right through its body.

Can't reach it?

Qingyao frowned and tried to release her divine power again to change the seasons here.

She tried her best, but only managed to warm up that small, huddled crevice a little. Nevertheless, she did manage to help the little furball.

The frost on the eggshell receded, and it tried to peck at it again, this time successfully separating a piece of the eggshell.

This made it ecstatic, and it wolfed it down, then eagerly pecked at the next piece.

The black eggshell that supported its tiny body was finally eaten clean by it. The little furball was enveloped in dark light, and the bloodline of the Xuanfeng clan was successfully awakened. Its beady red eyes blinked, closed sleepily, and began to receive the inheritance hidden in its bloodline.

A strong gust of wind swept by, and countless snowflakes obscured Qingyao's vision.

When she could see her surroundings again, the little furry ball hiding in the crevice was no longer there.

Not far away, a group of haughty, brightly colored little phoenixes were bullying a fat black bird.

"You little bastard, you're clearly a crow! How dare you come to the Phoenix Clan and pretend to be one!"

"Hit it! Chase it out! It's all because of it that we're being mocked by those bald tortoises next door!"

"You little bastard! You shouldn't have hatched! You shouldn't have tarnished the noble bloodline of our phoenix!"

"Damn scum! Kill it!"

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The little black ball, viciously beaten by a group of phoenixes, huddled up listlessly, its cries sounding nothing like those of a phoenix; they sounded like it was crying blood, utterly pitiful.

This time, Qingyao couldn't even help. She could only watch helplessly as the little creature was beaten and bruised, then abandoned by its kin in the wilderness where wild beasts roamed. A spotted leopard, attracted by its delicious smell of blood, took it as prey and carried it back to its den.

A group of leopard cubs rushed out excitedly, ready to enjoy a feast with their mother.

The leopards were tearing at the little black fat chick. The little furball was so scared that it kept chirping. It didn't realize that the leopards couldn't even pluck a single feather from it. They only licked a few mouthfuls of its blood before its internal organs burst, and it collapsed to the ground, motionless.

The little furball probably thought it was going to die and fainted from fright.

When it woke up, the leopard had already become food for the hyenas, and it was also carried away by a group of hyenas.

Some hyenas were very interested in it, fighting and tearing at it, but they couldn't break its defenses. However, some greedy hyenas licked its wounds a couple more times and exploded to their deaths. This frightened a group of hyenas, who kept their distance from it and stared at it as if it were a monster.

The little furball was so frightened that it fainted again.

Qingyao could only watch coldly, powerless to do anything.

Previously, Qingyao knew that the little thing was afraid of all feline and canine animals, and she thought it was because it was being torn apart and hunted by a pack of wolves. Now she realized that it was born with great difficulty in a snowfield and was frightened by being torn apart by leopards and hyenas for the first time. Its bone age was only three months old.

Such a young phoenix should be carefully protected in a nest meticulously prepared by its parents, like the apple of their eye.

But it was called a little bastard, severely injured by its own kind, and abandoned in the wilderness to fend for itself.

Qingyao couldn't help but recall that when she found it, its bone age... was already a hundred years old.

For mythical beasts, even at 30,000 years old, they are still cubs, and at 100 years old, they are still considered to be unweaned.

But for the past hundred years, it has struggled to survive amidst the bullying of its own kind and the ravages of wild beasts.

Scenes flashed by one after another, probably recurring memories. The rest of the time passed quickly, and just as Qingyao had thought, it really did live out its hundred-year childhood like that.

The time Qingyao encountered it was the one when it was beaten the worst, and it was the only time it almost didn't make it through the most difficult time.

This time, its chest cavity was ripped open by a small phoenix, its fragile internal organs barely visible, and it was kicked away by a claw, falling into a pack of wolves that were eyeing it covetously not far away, where it was snatched away in a frenzy.

Behind her, the little phoenixes' triumphant laughter filled Qingyao with murderous intent, making her wish she could wave her hand and wipe out that bunch of crooked, scruffy chickens!
She remembered the place where she had found the little creature and followed the pack of wolves.

Sure enough, just as the wolves were about to rip out the little furball's heart, her figure flashed into view, startling the pack.

The wolves observed her with awe, wanting to get close but not daring to act rashly. They were willing to give her their prey, but worried that it wouldn't be presentable enough, so they hesitated quite a bit.

She was also observing the blood-soaked, fat black bird, carefully confirming that its entire body was black, except for a pair of nearly dead eyes that looked like a pair of blood-red jade beads, clear and beautiful.

This time, she didn't hesitate. With a snap of her fingers, she took the little furball away, healed its injuries, cleaned it thoroughly, and then put it in her sleeve before leaving.

The rest of the story mainly consists of the little things that happened between them, which Qingyao knew very well.

She had gotten used to calling it "little thing," but when she tried to give it a proper name, it only responded to the name "little thing," so she just went along with it.

Until it transformed into a little boy and went with her to see the world, when he was ridiculed and reminded of the painful memories of the past century, she couldn't bear to see him in such a broken state, so she gave him her own surname, and from then on he had a proper name for traveling outside: Ji Wujiu.

May he never again feel inferior, be free from misfortune and transgression, and live a life of unbridled freedom.

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