Myriad Dragon Divine Sovereign

ROAR!

The flames within the Sea of Consciousness blazed even brighter, an ultimate fire erupting outward in all directions.

At that very moment, an immense aura suddenly erupted over Phoenix City, circling high in the sky. The pitch-black night was instantly illuminated.

Many people saw only the phantom of a colossal bird, its body covered in five-colored plumage so beautiful it was breathtaking.

This was no ordinary phantom. Innumerable exotic and wondrous birds suddenly appeared around it. Most of them were rare and unusual species, yet they all materialized at once in the dark of night.

The countless exotic birds danced around the phantom, their posture deeply reverent, as if they were on a pilgrimage!

The pitch-black night was transformed into a scene of extreme beauty. The spectacle reflected in the heavens and shone back down upon the earth.

A clear, ethereal cry pierced the night sky. The soft moonlight rippled, casting its glow downward. Heaven and Earth were changed in that instant. All at once, a myriad of flowers bloomed, their fresh fragrance slowly wafting into every home in Phoenix City.

Beneath the moonlit sky, the moonlight flowed like water as a hundred flowers vied for splendor.

The people of Phoenix City were all lost in this wondrous moment, unable to pull themselves away.

’Suppress it!’

Wen Qingye’s brow twitched. He quickly suppressed the lingering might of the Phoenix.

The vision in the sky above Phoenix City vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. Everyone was stunned, wondering what on earth had just happened.

Not far from Phoenix City, a middle-aged woman stared blankly at the sky.

”A Flame Bird?”

”Auntie, was that a Flame Bird?” a young man beside her asked in astonishment.

The young man had a dignified and imposing bearing, with handsome features and dressed in white robes. He exuded an aura of supreme grace and nobility as he looked at the middle-aged woman before him.

”Yes, let’s go quickly! That was definitely a Flame Bird!” the beautiful middle-aged woman said excitedly.

.......

Wen Qingye slowly withdrew from Zhang Xiaoyun’s Sea of Consciousness. Zhang Xiaoyun, in turn, slowly opened her eyes.

”My head is so dizzy!” Zhang Xiaoyun said, touching her head. ”I feel like there’s so much new stuff inside.”

”It’s alright. You can sort through it all slowly later. For now, take this Innate Grass,” Wen Qingye said, gently rubbing Zhang Xiaoyun’s temples.

It felt incredibly comfortable. Zhang Xiaoyun let out a soft hum before nodding.

”Mm, I understand.” Zhang Xiaoyun took the Innate Grass from Wen Qingye’s hand and swallowed it without hesitation.

The moment the Innate Grass entered her mouth, Zhang Xiaoyun felt a scorching heat spread across her face, as if she were standing near a furnace.

Wen Qingye extended a palm, and a stream of Primordial Qi slowly flowed into Zhang Xiaoyun’s body. As the Primordial Qi continuously entered her, the stripes on her face actually began to fade away.

One line!

Two lines!

...

After an unknown amount of time, all the marks vanished completely.

Zhang Xiaoyun’s true face was revealed. Her delicate features slowly became visible in the candlelight. Her complexion was fair and radiant, so smooth it seemed it would break at a touch. Her eyelashes trembled slightly. Her stunning face was in no way inferior to Yann Chuxue’s, and her body now radiated a mysterious aura from within.

Wen Qingye knew this was a remnant of the Phoenix.

”My face?” Zhang Xiaoyun said, her voice filled with excitement.

Wen Qingye said softly, ”It’s healed.”

Wen Qingye slowly took out a Copper Mirror and handed it to Zhang Xiaoyun. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Zhang Xiaoyun covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes filled with disbelief.

”I...” Zhang Xiaoyun’s voice trembled. She ended up throwing her arms around Wen Qingye in a tight embrace.

Wen Qingye held her back, feeling the excitement in her heart and the slight tremor in her body.

Perhaps Zhang Xiaoyun was exhausted, as she fell asleep in just a little while.

Wen Qingye looked at the sleeping Zhang Xiaoyun and smiled, then quietly walked out.

In the dark night, only the faint starlight remained, lending a gentle beauty to the scene.

Wen Qingye’s figure appeared inside a remote clinic.

”Young Master,” Jie Jiachun said, immediately rising to his feet and calling out respectfully when he saw Wen Qingye arrive.

Wen Qingye waved a hand dismissively. ”I need you to inquire about the whereabouts of a child,” he said lightly.

”Yes, the Matriarch has already spoken to me about it,” Jie Jiachun nodded, then asked, ”In that case, Young Master, should I still hire experts...?”

Wen Qingye waved his hand again. His eyes were deep as he gazed at the moonlight above. ”Since the Jia Family is no longer pursuing the matter, let it go. We don’t have the resources to refine precious pills anyway. As for the Eighth Prince, I’ll just be sure to remember this.”

Wen Qingye had already prepared for everything. Jie Jiachun was quite famous in the Celestial Martial Country. Using his name, combined with Wen Qingye’s own skill in Alchemy, they could certainly attract some powerful experts. Wen Qingye wasn’t asking them to annihilate the Jia Family; he just needed them to protect Zhang Xiaoyun and the Liu Clan.

But now, it seemed none of that was necessary.

....

「The next morning.」

Wen Qingye stood by the peach tree, a smile on his face as he looked at it. The tree was now covered in peach blossoms. The tender pink petals, adorned with a hint of dew, were soft and pure.

Zhang Xiaoyun, dressed in plain clothes, walked softly to Wen Qingye’s side.

Zhang Xiaoyun smiled and said, ”Husband, don’t you think these peach blossoms are beautiful?”

”They are, but not as beautiful as you,” Wen Qingye replied with a smile, turning to look at Zhang Xiaoyun.

Zhang Xiaoyun’s face instantly flushed red. She lowered her head, her fingers intertwined, her heart fluttering with nervousness.

After a moment, Zhang Xiaoyun couldn’t help but lift her head, seemingly stealing a glance at Wen Qingye. Her face was flushed crimson, and her eyes were veiled with a watery sheen.

Wen Qingye moved to her side. Looking at her blushing face, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of tenderness and affection.

Zhang Xiaoyun wrapped her arms around Wen Qingye’s waist and buried her head in his chest. She asked in a low voice, ”Husband, what kind of flowers do you like? I can plant them all for you. By the time you come back, perhaps they’ll have bloomed.”

”No need. I’m not leaving this time,” Wen Qingye said with a smile.

Zhang Xiaoyun instantly looked up, her heart filled with joyful surprise as she gazed at him. ”You’re not leaving?”

”Mm, I’m not leaving.” Wen Qingye smiled at Zhang Xiaoyun. ”And if I do have to go, I’ll take you with me. Would you be willing?”

Zhang Xiaoyun nodded emphatically, her eyes burning brightly as she looked at Wen Qingye. ”As long as I’m with you, I’ll go anywhere.”

Wen Qingye held Zhang Xiaoyun tightly, a wave of warmth washing over his heart.

Zhang Xiaoyun said softly, ”When we leave, I want to pick a peach blossom to take with me. I love peach blossoms the most.”

”Why is that?” Wen Qingye asked.

Zhang Xiaoyun’s eyes curved into crescents as she smiled. ”Because in a place where peach blossoms bloom, you can smile upon the world and smile upon life itself.”

It was here that the two of them had met. Back then, they were both lonely and helpless, as if they had been abandoned by the world. But at the most fitting moment of their lives, they found each other. They supported one another through hardship, never to be parted. Fate truly was a miraculous thing.

Wen Qingye gazed at the girl before him, at her slightly reddened lips, and slowly lowered his head.

The spring breeze was gentle and just as moving as ever. Peach blossoms danced in the air, carrying with them a hint of an intoxicating smile.