NFBE Chapter 297 The Birthday of the Emperor
Chapter 297 The Birthday of the Emperor
Lian Chuan returned to his room and changed into a light blue outfit. As he went outside, he saw several familiar wolf clan members.
"A-Chuan!" A pretty young girl saw Lian Chuan come out and immediately greeted him with a smile.
"We're going to Beiyue City, do you want to come?"
A young man beside her, who bore a resemblance to her in some features, patted her head: "Lian Chuan needs to cultivate."
"Big brother..." the girl said, sounding a little unhappy.
Lang Qingfeng looked at his younger sister and sighed helplessly.
"go together."
The young man's gentle voice reached her ears, and Lang Mingyue looked up in surprise.
"No, A-Chuan! You really want to come with us?" the girl asked in disbelief.
Lian Chuan wore a gentle smile, his icy blue eyes like the most dazzling gems in the world: "Let's go."
Lian Chuan glanced at the group of people in front of him and said, "I haven't been to Beiyue City since I came to the clan. I'm so grateful for your help this time."
"Not at all! You flatter me, you flatter me."
Apart from the Lang siblings, Lang Qingfeng and Lang Mingyue, everyone else bowed repeatedly to Lian Chuan.
Lian Chuan was already used to this.
Both the demon races of the upper and lower realms revere the strength of their bloodlines. Among the wolf clans of the upper realm, the Silver Moon Azure Wolf is the most revered, followed by the Purple Moon Dark Wolf clan to which the Lang siblings belong.
Disciples from other ethnic groups always showed him excessive respect.
The group quickly reached an agreement and headed together to Beiyue City, the largest demon city in the Northern Region.
Halfway there, Lian Chuan couldn't help but ask Lang Mingyue beside him, "What kind of sacrifice is being held in Beiyue City recently?"
Lang Mingyue stared at Lian Chuan for a long time, her purple eyes filled with disbelief.
The girl muttered to herself, "No wonder she was able to advance to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm within nine years. It turns out that besides her bloodline, she used all her brainpower for cultivation."
Lian Chuan could hear it, so he felt a little embarrassed.
Lang Qingfeng came to his rescue, his clear voice saying, "The fifteenth of September every year is Lady Changjun's birthday. The tribes in Beiyue City hold a sacrificial ceremony in the city to celebrate her birthday. Didn't Lady Changjun tell you about this?"
Lian Chuan shook his head: "My master only instructed me on matters related to cultivation."
The young man asked Lang Qingfeng, "Will our master come during the sacrificial ceremony?"
"The clan's elder said that a thousand years ago, the Lord would come to visit himself, but in the last thousand years, the Lord has not come again," Lang Qingfeng said.
Lian Chuan pondered for a while, but in the end said nothing.
When the group arrived at Beiyue City, the city was already filled with pure white ice lotuses. The streets were filled with cheerful wolf people. Along the long streets, there were also some children who had not yet fully transformed, and as they ran, their tails and ears would inadvertently peek out.
They look incredibly cute.
As they walked, Lian Chuan accidentally bumped into a little ferret. The little girl, dressed in snow-white clothes, collided with his leg and landed upright as a small animal.
Its body is slender, and its round ears are especially endearing.
"My daughter is ignorant and has offended Lord Wolf."
A middle-aged man ran up behind the little ferret, his eyes filled with awe and fear as he looked at Lian Chuan.
"Am I that scary?" Lian Chuan asked Lang Mingyue.
"Alright, you can leave now." The girl stepped forward and dismissed the father and daughter ferrets, then turned to look at Lian Chuan.
"The glaciers of the Northern Regions, the undying overlords, what do you say?"
Lian Chuan gave a wry smile.
He was only eight years old when he first heard this sentence.
The enormous wolf head that appeared in his dream spoke of the Northern Glaciers, the undying overlord. It laid bare the truth of his mother's death before him.
At the time, I only felt that the identity of Silver Moon Wolf would be more advantageous for my revenge. I didn't think too deeply about it.
Lian Chuan realized he now understood why his master was unwilling to go to Beiyue City to participate in the sacrificial ceremony.
It is clearly one's own birthday, and it is also a sacrificial ceremony prepared for one's own birthday.
But everyone here is afraid of themselves.
"I feel sorry for you every time."
On a small island in the Ice Flower Pool, a woman in white sat under a tree, with two wine cups on a square table in front of her.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, the woman's eyes were slightly red. She looked at the two wine glasses in front of her and murmured to herself.
"If the lower realm is good enough, then don't come back."
"Even you yourself think this is wishful thinking." A familiar male voice came from beside him. Jin Guang looked to his side.
A young man dressed in black fine clothes slowly walked out from a torn rift in the void.
It was none other than He Zhui, the lord of the Thousand Realms Ghost Realm.
The young man, carrying a box, walked around to the woman and picked up the glass of wine she had placed opposite him, then drank it.
The next instant, a sharp sword light sliced off He Zhui's arm.
"Your temper is even worse than Xue Lan's!" He Zhui sighed, looking at Jin Guang, who was still wearing Xue Lan's appearance.
"She's not dead yet, is she? Let's find a way to bring her up here and question her properly."
"Ask her why she had nothing better to do than kill herself on her birthday!"
"What kind of person drinks here all by themselves!"
The young man spoke lightly as he placed a small box he was holding on the square table.
"The person who took Xue Lan's body away left this for me."
Jin Guang's eyes sharpened, and he opened the box with a flick of his finger.
Inside the box lay a strip of light green paper.
Soft and tender, it looked like a newly sprouted branch. It exuded a terrifying, demonic aura.
Jin Guang's voice was somewhat hoarse: "Fusang?"
Such pure plant and tree spiritual energy could only come from one of those two.
Ten thousand years ago, the Tongtian Qingliu risked its life to use its roots to block the passage for the demon race to enter the Yuanming Realm from the Xuming River. It is impossible for it to have such pure plant spiritual energy now.
"Why?" Jin Guang asked softly, "I used my new branch, which contained all my power, to exchange for Xue Lan's body and hand it over to the demons."
"I really don't understand the thoughts of these ancient demons."
He Zhui shrugged: "I don't know either, but I trust Xue Lan."
"Anyone who dares to truly scheme against her will be killed, no matter where they are."
The young man poured himself another glass of wine: "I suppose it won't be long before we see Xue Lan in the Upper Realm."
He Zhui was right, and Jin Guang nodded slowly. The woman's gaze passed over He Zhui's shoulder and fell upon a patch of pure ice lotuses beneath the Ice Flower Pool.
He Zhui followed her gaze and suddenly seemed to remember something.
"I forgot to tell you, there are a few aristocratic families among the human race who are not very stable and are entangled with the demon race, trying to seize the Pure Ice Lotus."
The young man's eyes turned cold: "You're going to refine the bloodlines of those kids in your clan, and there's an 80% chance something will go wrong."
Looking at the few remaining Pure Ice Lotuses, Jin Guang said calmly, "Then kill them!"
In the stillness of the night, a woman's voice, sharp as an ice blade, echoed from the Ice Flower Pool, like a hoarse, mournful wind from the heavens.
"It's been a long time since I've gone on a killing spree in the Yuanming Realm."