The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 334 Blood debt must be paid with blood

The Dragon Clan of the Upper Realm, Dragon Abyss Palace.

Xuan Yuanhao looked at the animal skin handed over by the Xuanjia Guard. There was nothing extra on it, only a line of small characters that read: "Shui Fu did not die of illness back then, but was angered to death by Feng Xiao and died of depression."

Upon seeing the contents, he was utterly shocked and could hardly believe what he was seeing.

Shui Fu is the name of his younger sister, who later married Feng Xiao, the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan.

Unfortunately, she died a few years after giving birth to Feng Su. It is said that she died suddenly of a terrible illness in the middle of the night, and even the Great Witch Feng Yan could not save her.

There was no time to notify the dragons.

He was saddened for a long time when he heard the news.

Dragons have difficulty producing offspring, and he had no other brothers or sisters. He treated his only sister, Shui Fu, very well, granting her almost every request.

He didn't suspect anything back then, but now he thinks there are many suspicious points.

Xuan Yuanhao remembered that before Shui Fu married Feng Xiao, she was lively and cheerful, always with a smile on her face. The siblings had a very good relationship and often visited each other.

Unfortunately, ever since she married Feng Xiao, my sister has smiled less and less, and she always looks worried and sad.

He initially thought it was just that his married life was not going well. After all, Feng Xiao was the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan, and he was not only busy with affairs, but also had to take care of his cultivation, so it was inevitable that he would neglect Shui Fu.

He even advised Shui Fu to be more understanding of Feng Xiao, as the clan leader of a clan, and a behemoth like the Phoenix Clan, must have a heavy burden on his shoulders and a great deal of things to deal with.

Looking back now, all that so-called understanding and advice was a joke.

She also blamed herself for being careless and not caring enough about Shui Fu. If she had noticed the other's abnormality earlier, perhaps Shui Fu would not have died.

Unfortunately, there is no if in the world.

"Died of illness."

Xuan Yuanhao kicked over the jade table in front of him, gritting his teeth and sneering, "What a fine death from illness."

Both the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan are top-tier forces in the Upper Realm. Not to mention their various treasures, they also possess a considerable number of powerful shamans. How could they suddenly fall ill and die in the middle of the night, beyond saving?

There wasn't even time to notify the dragons.

"Phoenix Cry—"

Xuanyuan Hao's roar made the pillars of the entire Longyuan Palace vibrate.

All notions of propriety and the dignity of the various races of the upper realm were transformed into boundless rage.

He should have gone to the Phoenix Clan himself back then, digging three feet into the ground to find out the truth, instead of listening to that old scoundrel's casual "died of illness."

Just then, a servant hurriedly announced from outside the hall, "Clan leader, the young lord of the Feng clan requests an audience."

"Tell him to get in."

Xuan Yuanhao's furious voice lashed out, as if it contained shards of ice.

Soon, a tall figure slowly walked in. His plain white animal robe made his handsome face look somewhat pale. He only had an ordinary wooden hairpin in his hair, and he was completely unlike the arrogant young master of the Phoenix Clan he used to be.

Who else could it be but Feng Su?
He remained calm, as if he had neither heard nor seen Xuan Yuanhao's anger, and walked straight to the center of the hall, bowing respectfully, "Uncle."

Xuan Yuanhao looked at him, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.

He felt a mixture of admiration, regret, and anger at his nephew's lack of ambition.

He watched Feng Su grow up. As a child, she was a beautiful little beastman, clever and witty, whom he liked very much. He personally taught her and often sent people to bring the dragon clan to play with Ming'er.

He treated Ming'er the same way he treated Feng Su; in his eyes, she was truly like his son, without the slightest bias.

Unfortunately, as she grew older, Feng Su remained as clever as ever, but somehow she picked up the habits of a spoiled brat, spending her days surrounded by women and gaining a reputation for being a philanderer, attracting a lot of romantic entanglements.

This greatly disappointed him, and he gradually stopped paying attention to it.

In addition, Ming'er was so obsessed with a female from a lower realm that she didn't have the energy to pay attention to anything else.

"What are you here for?"

Xuan Yuanhao's tone was unfriendly and tinged with resentment.

Feng Su's expression remained unchanged, her gaze only falling on the animal hide he was holding in his hand. "Uncle, aren't you curious where that thing in your hand came from?"

"Did you send this?"

Xuan Yuanhao was incredibly clever and instantly understood what was going on. His gaze shot towards him like lightning, cold and sharp. "What do you know?" Feng Su straightened up and suddenly took something out of his robes.

It was not some rare treasure, but a colorful hairpin, with exquisite dragon and phoenix patterns carved on its body, intertwined and symbolizing good fortune.

It also symbolizes the close union of the dragon and phoenix clans.

Although this hairpin is neither jade, bone, nor any gemstone, it exudes an ancient and mysterious aura. It is made from a rare material called rainbow stone.

It is produced in the abyss at the border between the Dragon Clan and the Phoenix Clan. Each piece contains mysterious power and is extremely rare.

Xuan Yuanhao stared intently at the hairpin, instantly recognizing it as the one he had personally pinned in his younger sister Shui Fu's hair when she got married.

Even though many years have passed and the color is no longer as bright as it used to be, it is still dazzling.

“These belong to your mother, I recognize them.”

His voice trembled without him even realizing it.

The flirtatious smile of the past was long gone from Feng Su's peach blossom eyes, leaving only cold hatred. "This is what Mother held in her hand before she died. She said she missed her days in the Dragon Clan and regretted marrying Father."

His voice choked with sobs, filled with deep sorrow and hatred. "When Amu died, Father was still out having fun with his mistress. Even after returning to the Phoenix Clan and learning of Amu's death, he didn't go to see her. He just casually said, 'If she's dead, then do it the proper way. Tell the Dragon Clan that your wife has passed away.'"

After saying that, he suddenly turned around, took off the plain white animal robe on his upper body, revealing the glaring red scar on his back. "This is from when I was ten years old. My father wanted to burn my mother with Phoenix True Fire in order to force her to agree to let that mistress into the family. I rushed to protect her, and that's how my father left this scar on me."

Xuan Yuanhao stared at the conspicuous red scar on his back, which was clearly left by the Phoenix True Fire, and a horrified killing intent burst forth in his eyes.

"boom--"

His body blazed with golden light, his human form vanished instantly, and a massive golden dragon, almost filling the entire hall, appeared. Its dark golden scales bristled, its whiskers danced wildly, and its deafening roar carried a furious rage that could destroy the heavens and the earth. "Feng Xiao, you old bastard, I will tear you apart!"

The dragon's raging power surged uncontrollably, snapping the dragon pillars inside the hall with its tail, sending rubble raining down.

Feng Su was thrown back by the shockwave, but fortunately, she was strong enough to regain her footing quickly.

"Uncle, calm down!"

He quickly put on his animal-patterned robe and shouted, "The remains of Ahe, Amu's personal maid, are buried outside Qifeng Valley. There is also a blood-written letter on animal skin, which Ahe drew before she died. Although there are no words, it is evidence that her father angered Amu to death. She risked her life to hide it before her father silenced her. Later, I secretly took it and it is on me."

Xuan Yuanhao's massive dragon body suddenly stopped, his dark golden vertical pupils fixed on Feng Su, churning with a fury capable of burning the entire Upper Realm: "Give it to me."

Feng Su quickly took out the already mottled animal hide from her bosom, on which some patterns were drawn with rough lines.

On the left, a female dragon lies on the couch, coughing up blood, on the verge of death, her eyes filled with sorrow.

The water lily that represents Feng Su.

On the right, an old phoenix is ​​embracing a female cat, enjoying themselves in the hall, while a young female is laughing happily beside them.

The old phoenix is ​​naturally Fengxiao, and the female cat is the mistress from back then, who is also the mother of Fengqiwu.

That smiling little female is the Phoenix Perching on the Wutong Tree when she was a child.

Seeing that his uncle's aura was becoming increasingly violent, Feng Su knew that he had understood the meaning of the painting and continued:
“Back then, my father killed Ahe, a trusted servant of my mother, with a single blow on the grounds that she was ‘not taking good care of the lady.’ Her body was thrown out of Phoenix Valley, and I later found someone to bury her.”

As he spoke, his voice grew even colder, "Perhaps Ah He knew she was going to die, and that she couldn't escape, so she drew these before she died."

His fatherly bond with Feng Xiao was severed the day his mother died.

"Roar--"

Xuanyuan Hao roared to the sky, and the entire sky above the dragon clan was instantly shrouded in rolling thunderclouds. All the beastmen in the dragon clan territory trembled and looked in terror toward the direction of the Dragon Abyss Palace.

"Order troops!"

He spoke in a human voice, as cold as ice from the deepest hell, carrying a murderous intent that could destroy the world: "I will personally tear that old bastard apart, to avenge my sister—to pay for her blood debt!"

moment.

The elders of the Dragon Clan gathered together, and the solemn war drums sounded.

Countless Xuanjia Guards transformed into ferocious black dragons, converging into a torrent that blotted out the sky. Following closely behind the enraged Xuanyuan Hao, they tore through the clouds, carrying a world-destroying force, and rushed straight towards the Phoenix Clan's territory.

As Feng Su watched the departing dragon army, which seemed to tear the sky apart, a cold hatred flashed in her peach blossom eyes.

“Auntie, you wait. Soon I will send that old man down to keep you company and make him repent to your face.”

He didn't stay with the Dragon Clan, but transformed into a fire phoenix to follow them, wanting to see for himself.

Otherwise, I wouldn't feel at ease.