I long to return home!

Wu Nian's pupils constricted sharply as he watched the blood energy surging from Huai Zhen's body. Within this blood energy, a hidden...

"Viciousness?!"

Wu Nian stood frozen in place, and before he could react, Huai Zhen had already drawn his sword and slashed down. His eyes seemed to have lost their reason, revealing a bloodthirsty instinct.

"Please do not be angry or harbor malicious intent, otherwise this humble monk will not hold back." Wu Nian dodged and recited Buddhist scriptures, which seemed to alleviate Huai Zhen's current state.

He felt a buzzing sound like countless flies around his ears, his mind was in chaos, and he was struck by Wu Nian's palm. A golden stream of energy passed through his body and formed a swastika behind him.

The golden-feathered phoenix slipped from his grasp and scurried towards the little girl, snuggling into her arms and complaining, "Little Jin, you're really useless." Then, turning to Wu Nian, he shouted, "Wu Nian, quickly teach him a lesson!"

Unexpectedly, Huai Zhen heard this voice, glared fiercely at it, exerted his Tai Chi power, endured the pain and used the bald monk's hand to create distance, and instantly activated the Blood Escape Technique. A wisp of blood energy flashed by, and he reappeared, his figure only a foot away from the girl.

"How dare you! How could I allow you to harm His Highness!"

"Protect me!" Wu Nian shouted, and with a palm strike, a Vajra Bell also fell, trapping Huai Zhen inside. The booming sound of the bell shook Huai Zhen's body.

Upon seeing this, the little girl was so frightened that she took a few steps back, only then realizing that she had gone too far.

Huai Zhen let out a wail, made a hand seal, and his blood energy condensed into blood swords, which he slashed at inside the golden bell. In no time, a cracking sound was heard, and the golden bell was shattered.

Just then, Wu Nian arrived, leaped into the air, and unleashed a palm strike, "Vajra Palm." A giant golden palm descended.

"go with!"

Huai Zhen pointed his fingertips at each other, and several blood swords rapidly condensed into a giant blood-red sword. A piercing sound rang out, and the two attacks were evenly matched, causing the hard spirit stone floor tiles to crack.

boom!

A loud roar erupted, and spiritual energy leaked out, but no one was harmed. When Huai Zhen blinked, he saw a string of Buddhist beads in front of him, and a bald old monk had appeared behind him at some point.

The simple cloth garments were clean, and the man had a kind face with his eyes narrowed into slits. His white beard reached his chest, and his two white eyebrows drooped down to his cheeks.

"Wu Nian, this benefactor has done nothing wrong, how could you lay a hand on him?" The old monk spoke slowly, raising his hand to put away the prayer beads and extinguishing the burst of spiritual energy.

Huai Zhen only needed to look at it once, and the blood energy in his body dissipated on its own, his eyes became clear, and he became rational.

“Master, this benefactor harbored malevolent energy. I intervened in haste because I saw His Highness in danger.” Wu Nian placed his hands in front of him and bowed respectfully to the old monk.

“It seems you still don’t understand why you made your move. Even when this benefactor came right in front of Your Highness, he never raised his sword.” The old monk stroked his white beard and looked kindly at the little girl who was about to sneak away. He said, “Your Highness, you’re being naughty again. This benefactor has never done anything wrong. Why make things difficult for him?”

"Abbot, I know I was wrong. Please don't tell Father Emperor, okay? I'll apologize to him, alright?" The little girl flicked her fingers, swayed her waist shyly, and revealed a pitiful look in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, the old monk stroked his white beard and looked at Huaizhen before him. He fiddled with the prayer beads in his hand a few times, and when he stopped, he revealed the same solemn expression as Gu Changgeng earlier. After a long while, he spoke softly: "This old monk advises you, benefactor, not to use such blood energy too frequently, and if you encounter any unpleasant things in the future, do not get angry. I hope you will remember this. Amitabha."

After saying this, the old monk bowed respectfully and came to Wunian's side, saying, "Let's go. After returning to the temple, copy a hundred volumes of scriptures as a token of our impulsive act today."

"Yes, Master." Wu Nian bowed and replied, then bowed again to Huai Zhen. "Benefactor, I hope you will forgive my actions today." After saying this, he left with the old monk.

Huai Zhen stood there, watching them leave, when suddenly she heard the girl's shout: "Hey, you... half-dead sickly brat, you don't need to tell anyone about what happened today, or this princess will give you a hundred ways to die."

Huai Zhen ignored him and walked straight past him. The matter had taken up a lot of time, and it would be difficult for him to return within two days.

Seeing that she was being ignored, the little girl was very unhappy. She hugged the golden phoenix and stomped her feet in anger. She shouted at Huai Zhen who was walking away, "You sickly brat, stand there for me! I'm talking to you, and you dare to ignore me! I'm so angry!"

"You should know that no one in the entire Yinyue Empire has ever been able to ignore this princess. Do you know why? Because they are all dead, all of them dead. Hey! Hey! Are you listening, you sickly brat!" The little girl followed closely behind, her shouts never ceasing.

Ignoring everything else, Huai Zhen walked out of the imperial city along the route he had come from. Just as he was about to step out of the city gate, the little girl following behind him shouted, "Don't let him out!"

As soon as these words were uttered, the guards stationed at the city gate immediately drew their guns and stopped Huai Zhen. Seeing this, Huai Zhen took out the jade token of the Imperial Observatory from his waist, but still refused to let him pass.

"I'm sorry, the princess has ordered that you cannot leave," the armed guard said to Huaizhen.

Huai Zhen didn't say much. He put down the jade pendant, and just as the little girl behind him was feeling smug, he patted his storage bag and took out the gilded waist pendant that Shen Lian had given him earlier.

Upon seeing the waist token, the guard was greatly alarmed and hurriedly knelt down to let him pass, not daring to be negligent in the slightest. "Seeing this token is like seeing His Highness. Please let him pass immediately."

Seeing Huai Zhen walk straight out of the city gate, the little girl was furious and rushed over to scold him, "What are you all doing? Didn't I tell you not to let him out?"

"Your Highness, that man is holding His Highness's waist token. Seeing this token is like seeing His Highness. We dare not be negligent," the guard replied hastily.

"Impossible! How could this sickly, half-dead man possibly have the Emperor's token? Your mother must be blind and seeing things!" the little girl retorted angrily.

"Your Highness, even if we were blind, we could never be mistaken. The five-clawed golden dragon border is indeed Your Highness's waist badge," the guard said, flustered.

"Impossible! How could my royal brother give the token to such a sickly child? You must be seeing things, or he forged it." As she said this, there was a hint of disbelief in the girl's eyes. She knew very well that the royal token was imbued with the dragon's aura of the nation and could never be forged.

After cursing, unable to contain her curiosity, she ran in the direction Huai Zhen had gone, throwing the golden phoenix in her arms and shouting, "Go, Little Jin, stop that sickly guy, I'll feed you chicken legs tonight."

Upon hearing this, the golden-feathered phoenix flying in the air immediately gained momentum, spread its golden wings, and sped away.