Scumbag Chapter 101 The Enchanting Demon King is a Living Lei Feng (13)

While things were harmonious on Mingting’s side, Tianji Tower was shrouded in gloom. Ever since returning that day, Wen An went to the Xingc

While things were harmonious on Mingting’s side, Tianji Tower was shrouded in gloom.

Ever since returning that day, Wen An went to the Xingchen Terrace for divination as soon as possible, wanting to divine the origin of the Phoenix.

However, unlike the first time, when he had discerned that the Little Phoenix was extraordinary and it’s the Cultivation World’s only hope, now, no matter how he tried, his vision remained clouded in darkness. The Heavenly Dao’s secrets were completely obscured.

In desperation, he even used his own blood to force a divination, only to suffer a severe backlash.

Cough…

Blood trickled from Wen An’s eyes. When he opened them again, his black irises had turned ash-gray.

"Ancestor..."

Wen Jin hurried forward to support Wen An, and when he saw the old Ancestor's eyes, he gasped in shock.

‘Backlash?’

‘Is the Heavenly Dao protecting the Little Phoenix? We are not allowed to uncover the Little Phoenix's secrets?’

"I must go into seclusion." Wen An clutched his chest, feeling the pain unlike anything he’d experienced before. Unease gnawed at him.

The Heavenly Dao has always been kind to the bloodline of the Wen Family. Every two or three generations of the Wen Family, a diviner capable of communing with the Heavenly Dao would emerge. This also established Tianji Tower’s status in the Cultivation World.

‘But this time, why is the Heavenly Dao so unyielding?’

Panic surged in Wen An’s heart. After giving Wen Jin some instructions, he hastily retreated to heal in seclusion.

Before entering seclusion, Wen An left only two orders:

First, spread the news that the Little Phoenix was the key to ascension to the demon and demonic beasts. He refused to believe they wouldn’t be tempted.

Second, lay low for now, avoid provoking other sects, and endure any humiliation until he emerged from seclusion to settle accounts.

Wen Jin took the first order to heart and immediately dispatched trusted subordinates to carry it out.

But the second order… When his son suffered such great injustice and was left disabled, the Tianji Tower must just hid and did nothing?

Wen Jin couldn’t swallow this anger.

He only had this one bloodline, whom he had always raised as his successor.

Moreover, Wen Liangyu is exceptionally talented. At just ten years old, during his first divination, he was able to communicate with the Heavenly Dao. Even Wen An had praised Liangyu as the most favored by the Heavenly Dao among all the Wen Family’s descendants in generations.

But now, he had been harmed like this by that Little Phoenix!

How could Wen Jin endure this?!

What was even more infuriating was that after injuring Wen Liangyu, the Little Phoenix clearly had the Darkmoon Fruit, but it refused to give the Darkmoon Fruit to Wen Liangyu for his injuries. Instead, it deliberately ate the Darkmoon Fruit like candy right in front of them, mocking them…

Just mentioning this culprit made Wen Jin gnash his teeth. He would definitely make the Little Phoenix pay with its blood!

Of course, Wen Jin also had no intention of letting Le Qing and Le Yanran, the father-daughter pair, off either.

Le Yanran’s breaking of the engagement had turned the Tianji Tower into a laughingstock in the Cultivation World, so they deserved to die too!

Wen Jin’s eyes turned red, then gradually darkened.

‘There was plenty of time. I refused to believe those people could protect that Little Phoenix forever!’

…

Mingting sneezed several times in a row. Le Yanran quickly cradled him in her hands, warming him with her touch.

The results of today’s competition were finally out, and the winner was Kou Xuehong. Following the usual routine these days, he would get to touch the Little Phoenix’s fluffy feathers and receive a piece of eggshell.

Many of Kou Xuehong’s defeated opponents watched him enviously. How blissful it must be to get to touch such a soft, fluffy little ball!

Kou Xuehong’s face remained expressionless as he walked up to Le Yanran.

Having already met the young Wen Liangyu and now encountering the youthful Kou Xuehong, Mingting wasn’t the least bit surprised.

He just hadn’t expected that the ruthless swordsman who would sweep the world with his sword emotionlessly a hundred years later was currently such a stoic young man.

Mingting was very curious, just how bewitching was He Huan’s immortal charm, to make someone whose heart was devoted solely to the sword, who cultivated the Emotionless Sword Art, break his principles for her?

Although Kou Xuehong hadn’t betrayed the human race and had even wanted to remain in the Sword Sect, he was ultimately expelled by the Sect Master.

At that time, Sect Master Baili said, ‘You didn’t betray the human race, but the calamity that befell humanity was all caused by He Huan. If you are a disciple of the Sword Sect, you should remember that our sect’s duty is to protect all living beings. If you refuse to kill He Huan for even a single day, then you are no disciple of my Sword Sect.’

Torn between righteousness for the human race, loyalty to his sect, and He Huan, Kou Xuehong struggled painfully but ultimately succumbed to the Female Lead’s tears.

Mingting grew even more eager to meet the enchanting Female Lead.

…

Seeing the little fur ball tilting his head, staring at him with round eyes, looking innocent and naive, Kou Xuehong’s hands itched a little.

After seeing how everyone else got to pet the fluffy little creature, Kou Xuehong had been burning with envy.

These past few nights, while his fellow disciples were asleep, he had been tirelessly practicing his sword forms. Today, he had finally defeated them all.

“Senior Brother, the Little Phoenix is small, so you have to be gentle."

Le Yanran was afraid that the people of the Sword Sect might be too rough and would hurt Mingting, so she specially reminded him.

“Understood.” Kou Xuehong reached out and placed his hand on the little ball of fluff.

The soft, tiny creature felt as light as a cloud, and thanks to the Phoenix’s fire attribute, its feathers were fluffy and warm. Holding it in winter would surely feel like cradling a little heater.

The Little Phoenix’s orange beak gently pecked at Kou Xuehong’s palm a few times.

‘So ticklish! This little ball of fluff is so mischievous!’

Kou Xuehong smiled. Now, he finally understood why the Sect Master had kept looking back when he left.

In the past, Kou Xuehong had killed demonic beasts, and he had seen newborn young beasts many times, but none could compare to how adorable this Little Phoenix was.

His lips curled up, and he gave it another stroke. As a result, the Little Phoenix suddenly let out a sharp cry, flapped its short wings, and scrambled backward on its little feet. Its round black eyes brimming with tears as it whimpered pitifully at Le Yanran.

“What did you do to the Little Phoenix?!"

Ever since the incident with Wen Liangyu, Le Yanran had become even more attentive in caring for the Little Phoenix, to the point of being overly cautious.

Without hesitation, Le Yanran sent a message to her father.

In no time, a crowd of big shots arrived.

Seeing the Little Phoenix crying pitifully, the fluff around its eyes were wet with tears, Le Qing frowned at Kou Xuehong, and asked the same question.

“What did you do to the Little Phoenix?!"

“Disciple… disciple didn’t do anything!" Kou Xuehong was dumbfounded.

He really liked the little ball of fluff and had just petted it a couple more times.

‘Did my hand grow thorns or something?’

The other disciples nearby also glared at Kou Xuehong with hostility.

The Little Phoenix was so sweet and kind. He accompanied them every day during training, and let them pet him. He was well-behaved and didn't make any noise. He had even shared his privately hoarded medicinal herbs with them.

‘What was wrong with this guy? Did he have no heart at all? How could he mistreat the Little Phoenix?!’

"He yanked me…"

Seeing that his backers were all here, the little red fluffball whimpered and lifted its left tiny wing to complain to the Sword Sect’s Ancestor, "He yanked me several times!"