The elders were fully aware of the current situation of the Phoenix Clan.
For a clan to thrive, there were only two key factors: talent and resources.
The lineage of Qingcang was the most powerful fighting force in the Phoenix Clan. As for the herbs, spiritual plants, and grains in the clan, Yaohua deserved the most credit.
No matter how powerful the Celestial Realm was or how many clans there were, would they offer even a single grain of food when the Phoenix Clan was in trouble?
It would be extremely unwise to abandon Yaohua for the sake of the relationships in the Celestial Realm and among the clans.
Yaohua was deeply touched. She bowed deeply to the elders and clasped her fists, saying, "Thank you all for your trust. I have another suggestion. The Phoenix Clan should migrate to the south as a whole!"
Chongming returned to the Phoenix Clan in a worried state after failing to find Xilan's body. Unexpectedly, as soon as he showed up, Mo Qing grabbed him.
"Your Excellency, you're finally back!" Mo Qing pulled him towards Yaohua's boudoir. "Sister's demonic energy is out of control. She can hardly hold on any longer!"
Inside the room.
After making the suggestion, Yaohua felt the Heavenly Demon Seed stir again. She quickly returned to her room to meditate. Before leaving, she only had time to take out all the grains and seeds from her spiritual consciousness and hand them to Qingcang.
In the midst of her painful struggle, Chongming burst into the room. Seeing her critical condition, he immediately tried to suppress the demonic energy.
But how could he suppress something that even the Phoenix True Fire couldn't subdue?
His eyes gradually darkened, and a look of determination flashed across them. Since he already had a demonic heart, he might as well draw the demonic seed from Yaohua into his own body.
Just as the demonic seed was about to be drawn out, it suddenly trembled violently, as if it was about to take root and sprout completely inside Yaohua's body!
Yaohua, who had been in a daze, was suddenly jolted awake by the intense pain. "System, system?"
But the system didn't respond at all.
Perhaps it had seen that her life was coming to an end and had gone to find a new host?
She struggled to grab Chongming's arm. "Master... There's no way to get rid of the Heavenly Demon Seed. You must be careful that the Heavenly Demon Clan doesn't use such tricks again..."
Chongming was at a loss. He said anxiously, "How could this happen? Was it when we retrieved the Linglong Pagoda...? Yaohua, you were tricked by the Heavenly Demon because of me, weren't you?"
Guessing the truth, he was deeply struck and fell into self - blame.
Yaohua said with tears in her eyes, "By now, I have a secret to tell you. If someone suddenly has the ability to conjure grains in the future..."
She was about to hint at the existence of the system to Chongming.
At this moment, the system's angry voice sounded, "Hey! I went to find herbs for you. Are you actually going to reveal my existence?!"
With this voice, she felt a medicinal power like ice and snow being injected into her body. Frost formed on the Heavenly Demon Seed, and it stopped moving.
She let out a sigh of relief and fainted.
Sunlight filtered through the warm, gauzy window lattice. A few sparrows peeked curiously inside.
The girl on the couch rubbed her forehead. Just as she was about to get up, a large male hand supported her slender back.
Yaohua was still in a daze until she was helped to sit up.
Chongming tucked in the corner of the quilt for her, brought over a bowl of medicinal soup, heated it to a suitable temperature with spiritual power, scooped it up to his lips, blew on it gently, and then carefully fed her the medicine.
The medicine was bitter.
The girl was dazed.
This tender care... If it weren't for the eternal coldness still lingering between the eyebrows of the god in front of her, she would have almost thought that her master had been possessed!
As far as she could remember, he had wanted to distance himself from her after a quarrel not long ago, right?
After drinking the medicine, she asked slowly, "Master, have you lost your mind? Why are you treating me like this all of a sudden?"
Chongming reached out his hand. Before she could react, he leaned over and touched her forehead.
This damned close distance...
Yaohua felt a rush of heat and her face turned bright red.
Chongming frowned. "Why are you suddenly so hot? Are you running a fever?"
Yaohua quickly wriggled out of his embrace and covered her face with the quilt, mumbling, "It's nothing. Master, just stay away from me!"
As soon as the words left her mouth, she almost bit her own tongue.
Would this expose her little secret feelings?
She stole a glance at Chongming and saw only concern and confusion on his face. She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, her master had always been oblivious to love. How could he know her feelings?
Under normal circumstances, Chongming would have left upon hearing such words.
But today, instead of avoiding her, he leaned closer curiously, trying to coax Yaohua out from under the quilt. "What's wrong? Your father taught me to treat you like this."
Yaohua suddenly raised her head. "Ah?!"
This sudden movement brought her and Chongming almost face to face, their breaths mingling.
Yaohua's heart was pounding like a deer, but then she remembered that all this was because her father had taken advantage of her master's inexperience in love and deliberately taught him. She quickly suppressed her fluttering heart.
But just as she was about to get up, she noticed something strange and couldn't help but swallow hard.
Normally, in such an intimate situation, her master would step back consciously, but now...
Chongming secretly tightened the corner of the quilt. His eyes were full of her. There seemed to be a hint of joy in the subtle curves of his lips and eyebrows.
Did he like being close to her like this?
This realization made her heart pound again.
She didn't dare to move at all, for fear of ruining the current ambiguity.
Maybe she should find a time to confess her feelings completely?
Suddenly, the door was opened.
Chongming looked up instinctively, surprise flashing across his eyes. "You're still alive?"
Yaohua was stunned. "Why are you here?"
The person at the door had a black robe and purple eyes. He folded his arms across his chest, half - smiling. "I originally came here worried about my fiancée's safety. Who would have thought that a certain high - and - mighty god would also act out of character and come to take care of you?"
As soon as he opened his mouth, the air was filled with gunpowder and jealousy.
Yaohua said angrily, "The marriage contract seal has been removed. I'm not your fiancée!"
"If you don't have me in your heart, why did you spare my life?" Zhao Wu strode forward but was blocked by Chongming.
He didn't seem to care at all. He just smiled provocatively.
Chongming's eyes were filled with coldness. "If you dare to come any closer, you'll die."
"Yaohua wouldn't want me to die." Zhao Wu patted his shoulder. "Please step aside. I'll take care of my fiancée."
Chongming pursed his lips and looked at Yaohua. "Explain."
Yaohua felt a bit guilty under his gaze.
She coughed once and said, "Zhao Wu never really did anything bad. So I didn't kill him that day. I just discussed it with him in advance and asked him to create a double to fake his death to deceive the God - Lord."
Chongming's eyes were calm, and he returned to his usual aloof and cold self.
She felt uneasy in her heart. For some reason, she thought he was angry because she had kept it from him.
Zhao Wu bypassed Chongming and sat down beside her bed. He knocked on her head impatiently. "Could I not come back? It's only been a short time, and you've been tortured like this. Hurry up and reconnect the marriage contract seal. If there's really a life - or - death crisis, I can rush to save you at the first moment, so that others won't steal the chance."
When he said this, he was clearly referring to someone. His sideways glances were like knives, cutting towards Chongming.