Rebirth of the Supreme Celestial Being

Chapter 719 - Soul Transfer Technique

Edited by Ea

Leading Cangdi Fenglang to the North Land would direct him to Feng Jingyu.

After many years, Feng Jingyu’s cultivation had already recovered to the level before his resurrection, and he also had the help of his innate phoenix fire, so it would probably be no big problem for him to deal with a Cangdi Fenglang who had yet to recover his peak power.

In the best case scenario... Feng Jingyu would kill Cangdi Fenglang in the northern border, so that he wouldn’t have the chance to do more evil.

No matter what the cause was and no matter what secrets were hidden behind the scenes back then, as long as Cangdi Fenglang had already attacked the Nine Lands and refused to negotiate, then Yan Tianhen no longer needed to indulge the other party anymore.

“Shit.” Yan Tianhen cursed and secretly scolded, Nothing good comes from meeting that fool. He actually forced me to use Xiuxiu.

It was really a mess. The most terrible thing was that Lin Xuanzhi was ignoring him.

Yan Tianhen looked at the plumes of the sky and sighed.

He decided to record another grudge against Cangdi Fenglang in his heart.

......

North of the North Land, Northern Liang City.

Inside the main hall, there was a tense situation.

Feng Jingyu glared hatefully at King Zhen sitting on the throne with a pair of flaming golden eyes. Flames were also burning around him, if he was going to kill the person on the throne in the next second.

Feng Jingyu was surrounded by cultivators. They all pointed their magic weapons against Feng Jingyu, so as soon as he made a move, these people would take him down immediately.

King Zhen looked beautiful and upright. At this time, he was sitting on the throne with animal skins and was holding a luminous wine cup in his hand. He sipped gently with extraordinary bearing and calmness.

He said softly, “Why should the West Phoenix Monarch be so angry? If this King wasn’t a good host, then West Phoenix Monarch should tell us. This King will punish the servants and vent West Phoenix Monarch’s anger for him.”

Feng Jingyu immediately sneered. “King Zhen, don’t pretend to be a white lotus flower in front of this King. Where is Ling Chigu? Don’t tell me that you forgot what we agreed on before?”

King Zhen smiled. “Didn’t I say that it would take me three to five months to return General Ling’s soul? It’s only been two months. How can West Phoenix Monarch be so impatient?”

Feng Jingyu said with deep eyes, “This King regrets it now and has decided to meet him again. Who knows what nasty things you will do to him if you take him away?”

“What the West Phoenix Monarch said is wrong.” King Zhen said, “Ling Chigu is one of my men. I am grateful to the West Phoenix Monarch for gathering most of his soul and taking him back to the North Land. How could this King do anything nasty to him? Or by nasty, did the West Phoenix Monarch’s mean... a sexual relationship or Dao companions — that kind of thing? But West Phoenix Monarch can rest assured — this King is not interested in a mere puppet.”

Feng Jingyu was so angry that he spewed fire. When he roared, he rushed up to lunge at King Zhen. Even if he could not be killed, it would still be excellent if he could hit that face, which looked like it was asking for a beating.

Although the guards in the palace didn’t have low cultivations, they were mere decorations in front of Feng Jingyu.

Feng Jingyu fanned down with one sleeve, and a large number of guards fell.

Instantly, Feng Jingyu appeared in front of King Zhen and held his slender and fragile neck in one hand.

Yan Huaizhen, “...”

“In exchange for returning Ling Chigu’s soul, I will defend Northern Liang City for you for a hundred years.” Feng Jingyu narrowed his phoenix eyes and said through gritted teeth, “This is an agreement that you and I have already made before. If you dare do something in secret, then even if I die, I’ll give you a taste of having your bones crushed to dust!”

King Zhen always looked as calm as an immortal in front of his people, but no one would be able to maintain their former calm appearance if their neck was being held.

His face was pale and cold sweat was breaking out. He struggled to squeeze out a smile and said, “West Phoenix Monarch, please calm down. The soul of Ling Chigu has almost returned completely, and it will only take three days at most. When the time comes, you will definitely see a complete person, I promise you.”

Three days, only three days.

“Three days. I will only give you three days. If I still can’t see Ling Chigu after three days, I will burn your entire Northern Liang Palace to ashes!” Feng Jingyu glared narrowly at King Zhen, who was about to faint, then pushed him back heavily and loosened his hand.

King Zhen coughed painfully while clutching his neck, and the guards around him hurriedly stepped forward to take care of him.

After leaving a warning, Feng Jingyu left with a fling of his sleeves.

He walked on the road of Northern Liang Palace, along with the rustling wind. There was an indescribable sadness in his heart, and his expression was one of endless self-mockery.

Ling Chigu, exactly how blind were you? You actually led the entire Ling family to ruin by joining the struggle for the throne for such a dirty piece of mud that can’t even climb up a wall — for this insidious, deceitful, and treacherous bastard. Even you yourself ended up as a walking corpse.

If he didn’t suddenly discover that Ling Chigu’s most important soul consciousness had been hidden by King Zhen, Feng Jingyu would never have taken even one step into the North Land again in his life!

He once chased Ling Chigu for thousands of miles and came to the North Land’s desert, devoid of mountains and water. He felt the violent gales and blizzards here and the coarse sand blowing everywhere. He lived in such a vicious environment for decades, but what did he get in the end?

What he got was a Ling Chigu who couldn’t even recognize people anymore. What he got in the end was to personally hand Ling Chigu — whose soul he had finally managed to gather together after great difficulty — back to the man he hated most. He then had to endure that man throwing his weight around in front of him and wantonly insulting him, and he even had to make a bullshit agreement with that man to defend Northern Liang City for a hundred years.

Feng Jingyu only felt that there was something blocking his heart like a boulder or a high mountain, and he couldn’t relieve his grievances no matter what he did. A golden red bird rose towards the sky, and its coloured glaze was splendid and brilliant. It only took a moment for the exotic bird to disappear.

Inside Northern Liang Palace.

King Zhen’s skin had always been delicate, let alone being strangled in this way. Normally, even a small bump would still leave a mark on his skin. At this point, the claw marks on his neck were obvious.

Looking at the blue and purple marks reflected in the mirror, King Zhen’s eyes sank like the water of the sea or the cold of the abyss. Ever since he became king, when had he ever suffered such insults or been so humiliated?

Even when he had been pushed out by Yan Zizhang at the beginning and hunted down, he still had a loyal subordinate like Ling Chigu protecting him, so not only did he never suffer any injustice, but he could even hide in the mountains, meet his old allies, and make a comeback in the future.

Even if he was at his worst, he was still a member of the Royal Heavenly Capital’s Yan family and the successor to the throne of the world. Feng Jingyu was nothing compared to that.

How dare he disrespect me! Thinking of this, King Zhen angrily threw the cup at the mirror, smashing it, and the cup shattered to the ground.

“Who made you angry again?” A silver-haired man appeared behind King Zhen quietly, like a ghost. He was tall and beautiful, with an erotic smile on his lips, and hugged King Zhen’s body from behind.

King Zhen’s face softened instantly. He leaned against the man’s arms and played with a strand of his fallen hair with a kind of coquettishness. “It’s that Feng Jingyu. He actually wanted to strangle me in front of so many subordinates. He really doesn’t put this King in his eyes!”

The man stroked the marks on his neck, and wherever his fingers touched, the marks all disappeared.

“Feng Jingyu’s lover is still in our hands. He can’t make any waves. At most, he can only show his claws,” The man said, unconcerned.

King Zhen thought of Feng Jingyu’s humiliation of him, and his face became very ugly. “When I become the Supreme Master of the Nine Lands in the future, the first thing to be destroyed is his West Land! I want him to bow down to me and worship me and kowtow to me!”

The man chuckled, looked at the mass of evil Qi inside the mirror, and said, “This is natural. When the time comes, not only the West Land, but the whole Nine Lands will be in your hands.”

When King Zhen heard this, he turned to look at the man. His eyes were filled with an obsession for power power as he touched the man’s cold cheek. “Speaking of which, if it weren’t for you, I would never have been able to escape from Yan Zizhang’s hands or reorganize my army so quickly. Meeting you is really the luck of three lifetimes.”

“Really.” The man hooked his lips, kissed King Zhen with his cold lips. “Just remember who helped you.”

King Zhen kissed back and said pleasantly, “Of course I remember your kindness in my heart. Everything I have is yours.”

The two kissed for a moment, and King Zhen’s eyes were blurred. “However, Feng Jingyu is hurrying us hard here. Your transfer of Ling Chigu’s soul — how’s it going?”

The man said, “With only a few final steps, Ling Chigu can become your puppet completely. He will only obey your orders.”

Cold light flashed in King Zhen’s eyes. “At that time, I’ll order him to kill Feng Jingyu first, that idiot!”

While Feng Jingyu was being schemed against on this side, he was also feeling upset and fidgety on his side, anxiously waiting for the moment when Ling Chigu would return to normal. Thinking of this, Feng Jingyu gnashed his teeth with hatred, wishing to break that bitch King Zhen’s corpse to ten thousand pieces.

Originally, Feng Jingyu took Ling Chigu to search for his three souls and seven spirits all over the Five Continents. He used countless magic treasures and exhausted countless spirit stones, and finally gathered the scattered souls, more or less.

However, Feng Jingyu soon found the problem.

Ling Chigu had actually turned into a bloodthirsty and cruel person! Googlᴇ search novelenglish.net . Firᴇ

Upon closer inspection, he discovered that Ling Chigu’s most important soul had actually been taken away by someone using a vicious method before he died, but Ling Chigu was entirely unaware of it.

Speaking of that one soul piece, when it was first removed, because Ling Chigu still had an intact memory back then, he still remembered the feeling of being a good person and wouldn’t suddenly become a killing machine. However, any victim of this forbidden technique would gradually become temperamental and unpredictable, until they finally forgot all their memories and completely became a weapon without feelings.

What was even more frightening was that this killing machine would only recognize one master, and that master was the person who left a mark in the victim’s soul.

This method had existed for a long time, but because of its appalling and extremely cruel nature, it was categorized into the forbidden arts. As far as Feng Jingyu knew, there were several Divine Clans who still raised their death soldiers using this method.

Feng Jingyu was not a fool. After a little thinking, he knew who did it– who else would Ling Chigu trust the most, besides Yan Huaizhen? With Ling Chigu’s high cultivation level, who but Yan Huaizhen could quietly remove a piece of Ling Chigu’s soul consciousness without being noticed?

He never could’ve imagined that Yan Huaizhen would actually remove one soul from Ling Chigu, who had always been devoted and loyal to him, and just look on as he degenerated into a walking corpse incapable of any reason or intelligence.

How malicious this was!

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Ea: ???????????? Poor Maomao... Yan Huaizhen needs to die a terrible, terrible death

Sarah: Sadge...when will Ling Chigu be wholly back ;w;