She became a god

"You will surely give birth to a noble son, and your mother will rise in status because of your daughter!"

Feng Huayang was thrilled by this prophecy. In her view, it meant that the Phoenix Clan would have an exceptionally outstanding descendant and she would have a remarkable grandson.

However, Feng Jiaojiao was unhappy.

"Why isn't it about the child's status depending on the mother? Isn't the child's status determined by me, the mother? Why do you give me a fortune reading but refuse to talk about my achievements, instead insisting on talking about a vague and intangible child?"

Feng Jiaojiao's words were too harsh. Feng Huayang pressed her to apologize, but she had her own pride and refused to bow her head.

Ye Aizhu came to the rescue, saying, "Jiaojiao has lived a life of wealth and glory, and she certainly has the ability to achieve great things."

Feng Jiaojiao was then happy and asked, "Then how do I compare to His Majesty the Qilin Prince?"

Ye Aizhu laughed and said, "Jiaojiao will have a son who is even more powerful than His Majesty the Qilin Prince."

Upon hearing this, Feng Huayang's smile widened, and he clapped his hands and laughed, "May Heaven bless my Phoenix Clan!"

But Feng Jiaojiao was a little disappointed. Why couldn't Ye Aizhu say that she, Feng Jiaojiao, was more powerful than Qilinzi?

Although disappointed, Feng Jiaojiao is not stupid.

Feng Huayang was in high spirits, and if she dared to show any dissatisfaction with "Guizi" again, she might get a beating.

Since then, Feng Huayang has been keen on arranging blind dates for Feng Jiaojiao.

Feng Jiaojiao despised those effeminate men, but Feng Huayang was only interested in having a "noble son" and didn't care about her feelings at all.

At that time, Feng Jiaojiao really wanted to kill the little panda clan with a single blow and make Ye Aizhu come out and rewrite the fortune.

Perhaps because Feng Jiaojiao's resentment was too strong, Ye Aizhu actually came to persuade Feng Huayang, "Fellow Daoist Huayang, don't be anxious. Having a son is a matter of destiny. Before the time is right, it will be useless for you to find more husbands for Jiaojiao."

Feng Huayang then restrained himself, and Feng Jiaojiao took the opportunity to announce that she was cultivating the Path of Ruthlessness. After dropping this bombshell, she made a hasty retreat to cultivate in seclusion.

It is unknown what Ye Aizhu said afterward, but Feng Huayang stopped caring about Feng Jiaojiao's private affairs altogether.

Time flies like water. When Feng Jiaojiao emerged from seclusion, she passively accepted the news that her mother and sister had died on the battlefield.

The idol, His Majesty the Qilin Prince, is dead, as are many of the top demon clan leaders.

With Aunt Huashan devoted to spiritual cultivation, Feng Jiaojiao became the best successor to the position of clan leader.

Feng Jiaojiao was not happy at all. She did not want to be the clan leader, but if she also refused to be the clan leader, then what right did her nephew have to be nurtured with the Phoenix Clan's treasure?

Yes, her older sister, Feng Wanwan, left behind a posthumous child.

A child born on the battlefield, an egg shrouded in death.

The reason it didn't die completely was because it was nurtured with the Phoenix Clan's most precious treasure.

If another demon were to ascend the throne, they certainly wouldn't waste the Phoenix Clan's most precious treasure on a premature egg.

Thus, Feng Jiaojiao ascended the throne.

She was ruthless by nature, and as soon as she came to power, she used swift and decisive methods to subdue those restless rivals.

But being the clan leader wasn't easy. She not only had to find a way to hatch her nephew, but also had to deal with the other demon clans.

She's still too weak!

Her cultivation level at the late stage of the Integration Realm was not worthy of her status as the Phoenix Clan Chief; she had to become stronger!

At this point, a monk told her that she could exchange her fertility for potential.

This was the first time Feng Jiaojiao took the prophecy of "a precious child" seriously.

But she did not trust this mysterious monk.

Just then, a guard came to report that her nephew's egg, which had been unable to hatch for so long, was about to lose its last chance of life.

Overwhelmed with grief, Feng Jiaojiao made a crazy decision: to try to transfer her fortune to her nephew.

Strangely, he did not suffer any backlash, and his cultivation even broke through to the Great Perfection of the Integration Stage. His nephew was also born smoothly.

The mysterious monk said that this was the precious child protecting Feng Jiaojiao, the mother.

Protect?

How can an unborn child protect itself?

Feng Jiaojiao couldn't believe it, but she had no choice but to believe it.

If it weren't for the fact that the precious child couldn't leave its mother, even if it survived the forced transfer of its fortune, it would be crippled, let alone advance in cultivation.

For the first time, Feng Jiaojiao developed a liking for the so-called "precious son".

It knows how to be filial to me even before it's born, how wonderful!

At this moment, the mysterious cultivator urged Feng Jiaojiao, "Are you waiting for your son to avenge you, or will you take revenge yourself?"

Feng Jiaojiao chose the latter without hesitation. No matter how good or powerful Guizi was, it was Guizi's strength, not her own.

She would never entrust her own and the Phoenix Clan's fate to a "noble son".

She only believes in herself!

Feng Jiaojiao still doesn't know what kind of supernatural power the mysterious cultivator used, but after that day, her mind became clearer, her cultivation speed increased by leaps and bounds, and she successfully became a Great Perfection cultivator in the Great Ascension stage a thousand years later. Now she has even entered the Tribulation Transcending stage.

She thought she had long forgotten about "Guizi".

Even though Ye Aizhu tried to conceal it, Feng Jiaojiao could still see that the child was extraordinary, born with a million merits and good fortune.

If I give birth to a noble child, how much merit and good fortune will that child have?

Some things are better left unthought of; overthinking them will lead to regret.

However, Feng Jiaojiao doesn't need to regret these feelings.

So, after taking a brief look at the child, Feng Jiaojiao decided to leave.

But to her utter surprise, the newborn panda cub stole her golden apple.

Feng Jiaojiao had almost forgotten that she still had a golden apple tree, but this forgotten golden apple tree suddenly blossomed and bore fruit, and was suddenly stolen.

All of this happened so suddenly that Feng Jiaojiao was at a loss.

Ironically, the culprit behind all this seemed even more bewildered and innocent than herself. She opened her round, bright eyes and asked in a childish voice, "Hello! My name is Ye Qingzhou. Who are you? Do you also like golden apples? Golden apples are so sweet, but the tree is too high, and they're hard to pick. But, the moment you eat a golden apple, all the hardship and toil is worth it..."

What a chatterbox!

Feng Jiaojiao carried the little chatterbox around, intending to scare her, but the little chatterbox was exceptionally lucky, encountering no ferocious beasts, only opportunities.

Feng Jiaojiao was very upset, and so was the chatterbox.

"I'm hungry, could you give me another golden apple?"

The little chatterbox sniffled, pitifully tugging at Feng Jiaojiao's clothes, "We've been out for so long, and we haven't had anything to eat. Waaah..."

Feng Jiaojiao was annoyed by what she heard, so she quickly stuffed a golden apple into the little chatterbox's hand.

The little chatterbox quieted down as soon as he saw the golden apple, carefully biting into it; it was quite adorable.

Seeing this made Feng Jiaojiao's heart itch, so she couldn't help but raise the little chatterbox for a few more days.

As they parted, the talkative girl asked her name with teary eyes.

"What's your name? When can we meet again? I'd like to raise golden apples with you, is that alright?"

Stared at by the cub's wet eyes, Feng Jiaojiao's heart skipped a beat, and she replied, "My name is Feng Mei."

"Wow! The one who controls executions is so cool!"

The little chatterbox had a sweet tongue and clapped his two short hands.

But she quickly revealed her true intentions: "Can I raise golden apples with you?"

Feng Wei remained silent, leaving behind only a thousand paper cranes that could be used for communication.