The Eternal Phoenix Queen

Eps. 84: Dare to Hurt

Feng Shang was pulled from the crowd into a night tavern that was hung by lanterns. Yongheng continuously pulled his hand away without willing to let go even though he rebelled many times. The man's words made him slightly dazed, between believing and disbelief. But, it was also impossible if Yongheng lied to him.

"Feng Shangyue?" muttered. Feng Shangyue was himself in a world called earth. If Yongheng said that, doesn't that mean the man remembers everything? Then why didn't he realize it?

"Why? Do you feel familiar with that name?" yongheng.

"Wait first. Why are you coming here?"

Yongheng thought that the ability to shift the conversation that the Celestial Empress possessed was extraordinary. Yongheng was about to talk about their story on earth, but it seemed that Feng Shang was still not ready and was so reluctant to discuss it. The woman switched the conversation quickly and Yongheng might have to keep up with her and accompany her to just play. He was not the one in a hurry to reveal anything.

But, towards the woman whose hand was held by him now, could he do that? Yongheng was famous as a calm and extremely elegant Great God. If this woman, Feng Shang, is able to make him betray her character, then this woman is great. Yongheng also started to feel himself changing now. Little by little he felt the difference between himself before getting to know Feng Shang and after getting to know the woman. After all, now they are in the same time and place.

"Didn't I say it clearly? I came after the wife."

"Seriously talk!"

There was a small interlude of laughter just after Feng Shang answered her wryly. Yongheng made her sit beside him without letting go of his hand. Feng Shang was a bit sultry, as his interaction with Yongheng had never been this close before. Five hundred years ago they were just talking at a distance, but now the man had him locked in the same place and a very close distance. Moreover, the hands of both of them touch each other.

"Well, I'm not kidding anymore. Well, roughly my goal is the same as yours" Yongheng said.

"You feel it too?"

"I am a Great God, the one who sealed the Demon King using my own life. A vibration as great as that I couldn't possibly not feel."

"Keep talking to rank. You're a shitty Great God," sniffed Feng Shang.

"But you left a clue to your departure until I found you. Don't you know that the mortal realm can be so dangerous? Why did you go alone and not wait for me?"

"If I had waited, the shadow of the Demon King might have already destroyed a country."

"Then have you found it?"

Feng Shang shook his head. Indeed, ever since he had come to the mortal realm, he had lost track of the Demon King's shadow. He was instead trapped in a human crowd, in the middle of a very lively and cheerful festival. If it was in the Nine Heavens Realm, such an atmosphere was almost non-existent. Every day there was only tranquility because every palace had a master who was not too urbane and did not like the commotion.

"It's okay. After all with his weak power, he will not be able to destroy half of the country" Yongheng said.

"You understand so much the Demon King apparently."

Yongheng smiled faintly. To him, the Demon King was the same as a great god, but with an evil heart. If he had not sealed it then, the Demon King would probably have been the legendary Ancient God of Evil with his cruel stories to the world. If they meet again, Yongheng wants to destroy it, making it disappear forever from the world.

"No. That's childish," Feng Shang refused.

"Either one who five hundred years ago said he would not go to the Yinshen Forest, but instead was happy to set them free. Maharani, do you know who he is? I forgot his name," once again Yongheng teased him. Feng Shang frowned.

"Main just play. There's no need to hold my hand like this, I'm not a child" Feng Shang said. He threw his hand until Yongheng's stranglehold came off and his hand now re-enjoiced in freedom of movement after being held captive for some time.

"Then let me be your guide. Alright, Miss Feng, please," Yongheng demonstrated the exact movements of a guest servant in the hotels of the earth. Feng Shang shook his head in surprise, then walked away from the tavern followed by Yongheng.

Both of them saw an opera performed by humans. The players are four, a woman and four men. The four of them played on an open stage and captivated many spectators. Well, who's a human who doesn't like this kind of open opera. The presentation is quite skilled and the clothes and makeup used are also very distinctive.

The opera tells a story from the past, the heyday of the previous dynasty. He said, this place or city is a capital of an empire that has stood for more than five centuries. That said, the founding ancestor of the empire was a god who descended to earth hundreds of thousands of years ago, then created peace and a new civilization. It was unclear what the name of the god was meant because the singing of the opera singer suddenly came to a halt halfway through.

Everyone noticed it too. Apparently, female players were lying on the floor and convulsing. People immediately panicked and swarmed. The female player was then taken backstage by her entourage. Feng Shang felt strange, then slipped among the crowd. He managed to get backstage and saw the player being given first aid.

"Don't touch it!" his yell. People immediately turned to him and threw questionable gazes.

"You can die too!" yelled Feng Shang. Unbelieving the woman's words, a player then shouted in annoyance at her.

"You're the one who died! My man just fainted, he's not dead!"

Feng Shang had no idea that humans in the mortal realm were so annoying and stubborn. He forgot that on earth there are people who are more annoying than this. The female opera player had already died a moment ago. Feng Shang saw the light of his life slowly fade away. As the Heavenly Empress, the death of the man before her was common.

"If you don't believe me, check her pulse!" yelled Feng Shang Ketus. The man is dead, but his friends don't believe. One of them checked his pulse, then his eyes widened and his mouth was gaping.

"You! You witch! You must be the killer!" shouted that person at Feng Shang.

"I'm not a witch."

"lik! If not, why did you know that she died without touching her?"

Feng Shang turned the lazy eyeball. If you know this, he better be quiet. Were it not for the good performances that were interrupted halfway, Feng Shang would not have been curious either. This man is stupid and knows nothing. Instead of immediately taking care of the funeral, instead blame and slander him. It's so useless.

Feng Shang turned around, but that person took the remaining wooden piece of stage-making and was about to hit him. It was fortunate that Yongheng had come, he blocked the man's arm and broke it. There was a prolonged shrill of pain, and everyone stepped aside in fear. There was anger that felt so great when they saw Yongheng coming.

"You dare hurt her?"

Yongheng's voice was filled with anger. The man was still grimacing because his hand was broken and immediately swollen, yet he did not know that a greater danger was coming soon.