"Do you act for the Demon Race or specifically for the Heavenly Demon Clan?"
"The Heavenly Demon Clan has long unified the Demon Race, Princess. Are you still confused about the situation when you ask such a question?"
Yaohua's heart sank. The Heavenly Demon Clan had repeatedly targeted Uncle Nanfeng in their attempt to obtain the Dragon Pearl. She wondered what evil scheme they were brewing.
"I've told you everything you want to know. Go quickly and cut out the Dragon Pearl." Dianzhu whispered into her ear with a sly smile. "Don't forget what you drank just now."
"What did you give me to drink?" Yaohua was greatly alarmed. At the same time, she secretly used the Phoenix Fire to dry the still-damp sleeve.
She wasn't that stupid to let Dianzhu notice anything.
"Have you ever heard of the Whirling Flower of the Demon Race?"
"The sacred flower of the Demon Race that blooms once every three thousand years and can control one's mind?" Yaohua was truly surprised this time. To obtain the Whirling Flower, it seemed that Dianzhu held a rather high position in the Demon Race.
"Correct." Dianzhu chuckled softly. "Don't think I didn't see your little trick. Even if you just touched the branches and leaves of the Whirling Flower with your hand, you'll still be under my control."
She had been careless!
She never expected the Whirling Flower to be so powerful!
Yaohua felt panicky. Although she hadn't drunk it, when she used the Phoenix Fire to evaporate the flower dew, the steam had touched her wrist.
But how could she cut out Uncle Nanfeng's Dragon Pearl because of this?
"Brother System, is there any way to ensure that my mind won't be affected?"
"The Fuji Qin can purify the soul. Just summon the weapon the God bestowed upon you."
Right! How could she have forgotten about that?
She had carefully stored all the things Master gave her. It seemed it was time to use them.
While reflecting, Yaohua summoned the Danjing.
"If you can't bring yourself to do it, I'll activate the Whirling Flower to help you—"
A powerful spiritual force came from behind, like a thunderbolt, breaking through the demonic aura around Dianzhu and striking straight at her arm.
Dianzhu quickly let go, but unexpectedly, the attack missed and then came at her again in succession. She frantically mobilized her demonic aura to resist, but Yaohua had almost poured all her years of cultivation into the silk strings. Dianzhu was forced to take two steps back before barely withstanding the overwhelming spiritual force.
The Chief Steward led all the Heavenly Soldiers to rush forward, and the situation instantly reversed.
Suddenly, Dianzhu let out a sharp shout. "What are you waiting for?"
This earth-shattering shout made everyone pause for a moment.
The shiny silk strings returned to Yaohua's hand. Just as she took a step forward, her scalp suddenly tightened.
"Be careful!" The Chief Steward's voice almost changed in pitch.
Without thinking, Yaohua transformed into her Phoenix form and used the surrounding Phoenix Fire to block the fatal blow from above.
The Phoenix Fire clashed with the demonic aura, and with a bang, they dispersed.
The invisible spiritual force swept out like a blade. Even the parasol tree in the front hall was cut in half, and the Heavenly Soldiers surrounding Dianzhu were instantly scattered.
Yaohua transformed back into her human form. She looked up and finally saw the other person's appearance.
"Dianyu?"
"Sister, you've been hesitating. Are you waiting for me to be killed by them?" Dianzhu's eyes were cold. She took a step towards the two of them, and her gaze at Dianyu was full of deep hatred.
"Useless trash!" Dianyu glanced at her. "Go and get the Dragon Pearl!"
These two sisters still didn't get along, but why were they both working for the Demon Race and even acting together?
The pressure in her hand gradually increased. Yaohua gritted her teeth, gathered her energy in her abdomen, and suddenly exerted force, knocking Dianyu out.
Dianyu took dozens of steps back before stabilizing her figure.
Just as she was about to speak, a shiny long sword suddenly came from the side.
The Grand Steward's face was as cold as ice. His thick spiritual force was like a galaxy, continuously attacking Dianyu.
Dianzhu pinched a spell with her fingers, trying to activate the Whirling Flower.
Yaohua held the silk strings and rushed towards her forehead like threading a needle.
"Why is the Whirling Flower ineffective against you?"
As Dianzhu dodged, a look of surprise finally flashed in her eyes.
"You can figure it out slowly!" Yaohua threw out the silk strings and made a face at Dianzhu.
She wasn't stupid. Why would she tell the other person everything? What if she was guarded against next time?
Dianzhu snorted. "I originally wanted to spare your life, but now it seems I can't."
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Dianyu said impatiently and even sent a blast of demonic aura.
Yaohua's eyes flickered slightly. "I don't need your mercy."
Master was the most powerful person in the Three Realms. How could she hold Master back?
The silk strings twirled back and formed a huge whirlpool centered around Yaohua. The glistening sparks were like fireflies summoned from afar, and in an instant, they rushed towards Dianzhu like a prairie fire.
Dianzhu flipped her body and retreated to the same place as Dianyu.
The two quickly mobilized their spiritual forces, formed seals with their hands, and jointly blocked the Phoenix Fire outside the barrier.
The silk strings extended infinitely and split into tens of thousands of fine hairs in the fire, wave after wave, attacking the thin barrier.
Yaohua poured all her spiritual force into it without reservation, and fine sweat broke out on her forehead.
She casually wiped it with her sleeve. Just as she was about to give the final blow to the sisters, a sudden pain shot through her forehead.
Pain...
It really hurt...
It was like a dull knife stabbing into her forehead and trying to drill deeper.
Yaohua suddenly lost her strength. She covered her forehead and slowly squatted on the ground. Tears streamed down her face.
The overwhelming Phoenix Fire gradually dissipated. The silk strings seemed to sense their master's pain and quickly returned to their original form, guarding by her side.
The pressure suddenly disappeared. Dianyu looked up and suddenly realized.
"So you're the Dao companion of Lord Zhaowu!"
Yaohua was in so much pain that she wished she could transform back into her original form, but her ears clearly heard Dianyu's words.
What Dao companion!
She was only twelve years old and not yet an adult. How could she be someone's Dao companion?
This damned blood contract. Why was it so painful?
It must be Zhaowu causing trouble!
"Since you're Lord Zhaowu's person, why don't you get the Dragon Pearl for us?"
After learning the origin of the contract mark on Yaohua's forehead, most of the hostility in Dianyu's body disappeared. She walked up to Yaohua's side and reached out to pull her up.
Just as her hand touched Yaohua's sleeve, a sharp ray of light suddenly flew from the sky and directly pierced into her palm. The force brought by it suddenly nailed her to the pillar behind her.
She only then felt a pain spreading from her palm to her whole body.
At this moment, a white figure landed in front of Yaohua.
"God Chongming!"
Dianzhu suddenly widened her eyes.
Why did God Chongming come back so soon?
The Goddess of Cangshan had been infatuated with him for many years. How could she let him come back so soon?
Soon, Dianzhu's doubts were answered.
Another divine light landed behind Chongming a step slower. When the light dissipated, the Goddess of Cangshan walked over in a soft voice. "God, why didn't you wait for me?"
Hiss—
The pain that had slightly eased when she saw Master suddenly flared up again when she heard the voice of the Goddess of Cangshan.