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

Chapter 336 Phoenix Cries Death

Feng Xiao stared at the dagger on Ru'er's neck, his eyes bloodshot.

He didn't have much affection for Ru'er; he just thought she was beautiful and suited his taste, which is why he kept her by his side.

But Ru'er was carrying her own child, who was her hope for the future.

Now, however, both mother and child have died.

Feng Xiao slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Su, who was circling in the air. A strong killing intent flashed in his eyes. "You unfilial son, I will make you pay for your blood debt."

Feng Su tilted his head and said the harshest words in the most innocent tone: "Father, don't worry, your son will take you to reunite with your mother right away."

"presumptuous!"

Feng Xiao's body was engulfed in blazing phoenix flames, and the Wutong Palace was instantly distorted by the intense heat. "Today, I, the clan leader, will clean house!"

Suddenly, a deafening roar, shaking the earth, came from outside the hall.

Xuanyuan Hao's dragon tail swept away half of the palace, and from the rubble came the dragon clan chief's thunderous roar: "You old fool, your opponent is me!"

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Feng Su swooped down, her sharp claws aimed straight for Feng Xiao's heart.

But just as he was about to succeed, he swerved to avoid the Phoenix True Fire spewed out by Feng Xiao.

He knew all too well how cunning the old man was, and sure enough, he saw a glint of cold light flash from the poison needle hidden beneath the other man's feathers.

"cousin!"

Feng Su suddenly shouted.

A beam of golden light pierced through the top and entered.

Xuanyuan Ming's dragon claws precisely gripped Feng Xiaotian's crown, his dark golden vertical pupils surging with savagery: "My aunt must have been blind to have fallen for you back then."

Feng Xiao's face turned deathly pale. He felt a chilling sensation coming from above his head, and instantly realized that death was approaching.

He tried to break free in terror, but found himself firmly locked in place and unable to move at all.

Seeing that things were not going well, the Phoenix Clan elders rushed over and surrounded the three of them.

The First Elder stood at the forefront, his gaze fixed on Feng Su, but his voice betrayed a guilty conscience: "Young Master, patricide is a crime punishable by Heaven!"

"God's punishment?"

Feng Su transformed back into human form and landed, her plain white beast robe fluttering in the heatwave.

He bent down and pulled the dagger out of Ru'er's neck. It was a gift that Xiao Yue'er had given him, so he couldn't lose it.

He then took out a clean animal-patterned cloth from his bosom and slowly wiped away the bloodstains.

His gaze, however, was fixed on the elders: "When that old bastard killed my mother, why didn't he get struck by lightning?"

The elders present exchanged glances, their faces showing some embarrassment.

They couldn't even argue that the lady died of illness.

After all, the stark evidence is right in front of everyone; no one is blind.

Moreover, the clan leader's power is clearly waning, and it is a foregone conclusion that Feng Su, as the sole heir, will take over.

Why offend the future leader of the Phoenix Clan for the sake of a dying person? The elders present understood this and wisely refrained from further obstruction.

The First Elder took a step back first and bowed respectfully, "The entire Phoenix Clan respectfully welcomes the Young Lord's ascension to the throne."

Seeing this, the other elders exchanged glances and bowed in imitation.

"Welcome the young lord to the throne."

"Welcome the young lord to the throne."

"Welcome the young lord to the throne."

In an instant, the Phoenix Clan's high-ranking officials knelt before the Wutong Palace, which had collapsed and was almost in ruins.

Outside the hall, the other elite Phoenix warriors, hearing the sounds from inside, wisely knelt down and shouted:

"Welcome the young lord to the throne."

The sound was deafening.

Looking at the Phoenix Clan elders bowing in submission before her, and the elite Phoenix Clan warriors outside the hall, Feng Su felt little joy.

When Amu died, not one of these old men stood up to speak. Now they are forced to submit due to circumstances, but it is not out of their hearts.

However, there is still a long way to go.

He always managed to win over these old folks, making them genuinely and willingly submit to him.

If they are truly stubborn and dare to pull any dirty tricks behind my back, then don't blame me for being ruthless.

His strength has already reached the twelfth level, giving him enough leverage to intimidate these people.

Feng Xiao was pinned to the ground by Xuan Yuanming's dragon claws, watching helplessly as the forces he had cultivated over the years turned against him. His eyes were bloodshot with rage. "You bunch of bastards! I've treated you so well in the past, and you actually..."

"Noisy."

Xuanyuan Ming sneered, and his golden dragon claw suddenly tightened, directly shattering Feng Xiao's skull.

The Phoenix Clan Chief has died!

He then transformed into human form and landed, his dark gold beast robe fluttering in the wind.

He glanced at the dead old phoenix on the ground, slowly pulled out a cloth to wipe his hands, his expression one of disgust.

Feng Su looked at Feng Xiao's corpse on the ground, slowly squatted down, and reached out to close those unseeing eyes.

"Mother, your son has avenged you."

His voice was soft, carrying a sense of relief and liberation.

Xuan Yuanming casually tossed the blood-stained animal-patterned cloth onto Feng Xiao's corpse, his golden eyes sweeping over the silent Phoenix Clan elders around him: "From this day forward, Feng Su will succeed as the Phoenix Clan Chief. Does anyone have any objections?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it sent a chill down the spines of all the elders present.

"We have no objection and will obey the young clan leader's order."

The First Elder was the first to step forward and bow his head, instantly changing his address from calling Feng Su "Young Lord" to "Young Clan Chief".

The other elders echoed their sentiments, fearing that if they were a step too late, they would be dragged out and made an example of.

Xuanyuan Hao's enormous golden dragon body disappeared, instantly transforming into human form.

He slowly swept his gaze over the trembling elders present, and snorted with satisfaction, "You all know what's good for you."

Feng Su stood up, her peach blossom eyes no longer displaying their former flirtatiousness, but instead exuding the majesty of a superior. "Issue my order. Begin a complete overhaul of the Feng Clan immediately. I want to see all the account books and personnel lists within three days."

He turned to Xuan Yuanhao and bowed respectfully: "Uncle, your nephew would like to borrow the Dragon Clan's Xuanjia Guards for a while."

Xuan Yuanhao naturally understood his meaning and waved his hand, "Ming'er, you take some people and stay to assist Su'er."

“Yes,” Xuan Yuanming replied.

Feng Su winked at him, then resumed her carefree demeanor. "Cousin, thank you for your hard work~"

Xuan Yuanming turned his face away in disgust, "Don't give me that."

Feng Su chuckled, unconcerned by his attitude, and turned to look at the elders, "What are you all standing there for? Do you expect me, the clan leader, to clean up this mess myself?"

The elders, as if waking from a dream, immediately responded and began to direct the Phoenix Clan warriors to clear the ruins and rebuild the Wutong Palace.

Feng Xiao's body was lifted by several Phoenix Clan warriors in preparation for burial.

According to the Phoenix Clan's customs, a grand funeral should be held after the clan chief's death.

However, Feng Xiao's situation was special. His death was tantamount to being abandoned by the entire Phoenix Clan, making him a sinner. Therefore, his funeral was kept simple.

The Grand Elder looked at Feng Xiao's corpse, his heart filled with countless emotions.

He had watched Feng Xiao rise step by step to the position of clan leader, leading the Phoenix Clan to prosperity. Who could have imagined that he would end up like this?

He sighed, turned to Feng Su, and asked, "Young Clan Leader, what about the Clan Leader's funeral?"

"Let's do it the way we do."

Feng Su said calmly, "After all, he was once the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan, so we should still give him the respect he deserves."

The Grand Elder nodded in agreement and ordered his men to carry Feng Xiao's body away for a proper funeral.

After that, I went to handle other matters.

Seeing that Feng Xiao was dead and the matter was resolved satisfactorily, Xuan Yuanhao did not stay there any longer.

They quickly left with the dragon elders.

Of course, the Dragon Clan's Xuanjia Guards stayed behind.

The purpose, of course, is deterrence.

Once Feng Su officially takes over the entire Phoenix Clan and eliminates those elders with ulterior motives, the Xuanjia Guards will naturally return.

When Feng Su saw that her uncle was about to leave, she personally escorted him to the entrance of Qifeng Valley and watched them leave before turning back.

Thinking of her uncle's prejudice against Xiaoyue, she sighed softly, looking helpless.

My uncle was indeed a good uncle, a good clan leader, and a good father.

Unfortunately, his mindset was too stubborn. No matter how good Xiaoyue was, once she was labeled as an imposter or a wandering ghost, his uncle would never accept her in his life.

They even treated the two newly hatched dragon eggs rather poorly.

Otherwise, given how difficult it is for dragons to have offspring, the uncle, who is so anxious and impatient for children, would probably have already flown to the lower realms.

Instead of remaining indifferent and not even bothering to look at it, as is the case now.

Feng Su rubbed her temples and almost bumped into Xuan Yuanming, who was standing behind her without her noticing, when she turned around.

"Why is my cousin acting like a ghost?"

He exaggeratedly patted his chest and took a half step back, looking as if he had been frightened.

Xuanyuan Ming stared at his exaggerated expression and asked directly, "When are you going back to the Lower Domain?"

He had finally managed to get Yue'er to agree to let him stay by her side, but he hadn't even had a chance to properly curry favor with her and completely win her forgiveness.

He rushed to the Upper Realm.

He didn't even have time to glance at the dragon egg.

If it weren't for this mess, he wouldn't have bothered running back to the Upper Realm. Now that things are resolved, he naturally wants to go back as soon as possible.

Feng Su laughed upon hearing this, "At least until I've tamed these old fogies."

Xuan Yuanming's expression was somewhat unpleasant, and he said unhappily, "Three days. I'll give you three days at most. If you can't finish this, I'll go back by myself."

Feng Su was about to speak.

The eldest elder approached tremblingly, holding the family genealogy. "Clan leader, according to the rules, you should move into the Wutong Hall. However, the Wutong Hall is now in ruins and needs to be rebuilt. Perhaps..."

"How about we stay temporarily where the clan chief used to live, and move there after the Wutong Palace is renovated?"

Feng Su picked up where the Grand Elder left off, her expression a half-smile, "Grand Elder, you've really thought this through."

The Grand Elder felt a chill run down his spine under Feng Su's gaze, but he forced a smile and said, "I will immediately arrange for the beastman craftsmen to rebuild the Wutong Palace overnight."

Feng Su nodded in satisfaction, took out the dagger and played with it, then suddenly raised her hand and threw it into the ruins.

A flash of cold light, and the dagger was embedded in the spot where Feng Xiao had just died, startling the elders into retreating in unison.

"I, the clan chief, think this unlucky place is quite nice."

He brushed off non-existent dust from his plain white sleeves. “I leveled a peach grove. My mother loved peach blossoms the most when she was alive.”

Xuanyuan Ming stood under the eaves with his arms crossed, and scoffed upon hearing this: "What kind of filial son are you pretending to be? Aunt clearly loves crabapple blossoms the most."

"Oh, cousin~"

Feng Su instantly lost her composure, her peach blossom eyes curving into a smile, "You see through it but don't say it out loud."

The elder had just breathed a sigh of relief after wiping away his cold sweat when Feng Su suddenly changed the subject: "However, the ancestral hall must be rebuilt. We need to throw out Feng Xiao's memorial tablet, and my mother's memorial tablet should be recarved with five-colored stones and placed in Feng Xiao's place."

This is against the rules.

The second elder blurted it out.

Feng Su looked over with a smile: "How old is the Second Elder this year?"

"Over eighty years old."

The second elder was unsure of the young clan leader's thoughts, but he still answered truthfully.

Orcs generally have very long lifespans, so this age is nothing to them.

"Oh--"

Feng Su drew out her words, then suddenly changed her expression, "You're all so old, it's time to retire!"

Xuan Yuanming watched as the Second Elder was dragged away by the Xuanjia Guards, his golden eyes flashing slightly: "You certainly act decisively."

"A swift and decisive approach is best!"

Feng Su hummed a little tune as she walked towards her residence, when she caught sight of elite Phoenix warriors disposing of Ru'er's corpse. Her steps faltered instantly. "Throw that female peacock into the beast graveyard."

He narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, "As for the Peacock Tribe, send some orcs over to warn them that if they dare to send their daughters over again, this will be their fate."

"Yes, Young Patriarch."

The elite warrior who was dealing with Ru'er's body respectfully accepted the order and quickly threw Ru'er's body into the Phoenix Clan's Beast Tomb.

Along with the unborn phoenix egg in her belly.