radicalducati 832. Entrustment and Explanation
832. Entrustment and Explanation
When Ling Fengzhui could barely speak and was on the verge of death, a sudden change occurred.
Xiao Yan watched as the previously dull blade in Ling Fengzhui's hand suddenly gleamed, not with a blinding light, but with a soft, warm glow. The light slowly shifted, eventually reaching Ling Fengzhui's hand, and a faint warmth flowed through his body.
The sudden warmth was far from enough to dispel the deep-seated weakness and pain, but it supported Ling Fengzhui's body, which was on the verge of collapse, and restored some strength to his limp body, which was like a broken piece of furniture.
Xiao Yan did not stop Ling Fengzhui from healing his near-fatal injuries.
Clinging to the faint glimmer of life that had returned, Ling Fengzhui gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead from the effort. With this sudden surge of strength and unwavering will, he painstakingly and inchingly managed to sit up. Once seated, Ling Fengzhui looked at the knife in his hand, a hint of regret in his eyes.
Then, Ling Fengzhui raised his head and looked at Xiao Yan again, a very calm smile appearing on his face.
"Cough cough cough... To be able to die in the Heavenly Tomb, and to have a great battle with you before that, I have no regrets."
Faced with Ling Fengzhui in this state, Xiao Yan remained silent. After all, Xiao Yan could kill Ling Fengzhui at any time if he wanted to, but Ling Fengzhui's composure in the face of death made Xiao Yan feel a sense of respect.
"You haven't killed me yet..." Ling Fengzhui was still breathing heavily, "Looks like you're trying to pry something useful out of me?"
"You want to know what happened in the outside world, especially among the Elven race, during the three years you disappeared?"
Xiao Yan nodded in agreement. He did indeed want to know what had happened during the three years he had been missing. The Spirit Clan's open attack on the Pill Tower, committing such a grave offense, and their subsequent safe entry into the Heavenly Tomb, could not be simple. Ling Fengzhui, as the core prodigy nurtured by the Spirit Clan, was undoubtedly the most likely person to know the inside story.
Of course, Xiao Yan didn't have high expectations. After all, Ling Fengzhui had already risked his life, so he couldn't be tortured to find out anything.
Ling Fengzhui remained silent for a moment, as if making a difficult and momentous decision. Finally, he raised his heavy eyelids again, looked at Xiao Yan, and said with unusual solemnity, "Xiao Yan, before I answer you... could you promise me one thing?"
"If you agree... I, Ling Fengzhui, swear on my remaining soul... I will tell you everything I know without any concealment!"
Seeing the sudden turn of events, Xiao Yan didn't react much: "Go on, tell me."
Ling Fengzhui did not answer immediately, but instead raised his left hand, which was not holding a knife. At his fingertip was a storage ring that was dark blue in color.
He looked at the ring, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly complex, filled with a sorrow bordering on farewell. In the end, he still took off the ring and gently tossed it to Xiao Yan.
"There is a legacy here."
"Help me take him out and find a talented young man to carry on the legacy... cough cough, don't let this legacy die out with me in the Heavenly Tomb."
Xiao Yan frowned slightly as he took the storage ring. He hadn't expected Ling Fengzhui's request to be so strange. After sensing deeper into the ring, he discovered a considerable number of neatly arranged jade slips inside. Xiao Yan didn't examine them closely, but just from their style, he could tell that these items represented a significant amount of effort. For many young people without powerful backgrounds, these things would be extremely attractive!
Xiao Yan also saw more than a hundred energy cores among them, which were obviously the wealth that Ling Fengzhui had accumulated during this period.
Ling Fengzhui's request was completely unexpected. He had thought the other party would make requests about his family or that he should refrain from killing the Spirit Clan in the future.
"Is it just a matter of inheritance?"
"I don't need those energy cores anymore, consider it my reward to you."
"As for these inheritances, they concern someone more important than my life. Rest assured, these inheritances have little to do with the current Spirit Race."
Xiao Yan nodded in agreement. This request wasn't difficult; they could simply find someone in the Starfall Pavilion or the Sound Poison Valley to accept the inheritance.
"If that's all there is to it, I can do it for you, but I will personally check the contents." He had to ensure that the inheritance was harmless and wouldn't bring any unknown trouble; this was Xiao Yan's bottom line.
Ling Fengzhui agreed almost without hesitation: "No problem, you can learn it if you want, but you probably won't be interested in it now."
Having received Xiao Yan's promise, Ling Fengzhui felt much more relaxed, having completely let go of his last worries.
"What you're trying to ask... I can probably guess about 70-80% of it..."
"After attacking the Pill Tower, the Spirit Clan quickly retreated back to their clan. However, due to their weak strength, cough cough cough... it was impossible for them to face the accountability of other Dou Di families. Therefore, the Spirit Clan's final choice was..."
Ling Fengzhui's voice lowered, clearly indicating that he had also been having a terrible time lately.
"To seek refuge with the Soul Clan."
Ling Fengzhui's expression darkened as he spoke, his eyes burning with rage and resentment. Clearly, he did not support this decision. As a descendant of the Dou Di, his bloodline carried the pride and dignity of his ancestors. To bow down and become a lackey was a spiritual humiliation that, in some ways, was more unbearable than death itself! This was precisely the main reason why he preferred to fight Xiao Yan, a formidable enemy, to the death in the Heavenly Tomb rather than live a life of ignominy.
"So that's how it is..." A hint of shock flashed across Xiao Yan's eyes, but this shock was quickly replaced by a sense of knowing it was true.
If it weren't for the Soul Clan, a behemoth backing them up, how could they have brazenly sent elites into the Heavenly Tomb after attacking the Pill Tower and incurring public wrath? This explains everything that's happening now.
"The Soul Clan was behind everything..." Ling Fengzhui's voice was filled with bitterness.
"They bowed down and submitted, and at the same time handed over the original Tuoshe Ancient Emperor Jade of the Spirit Clan... The Soul Clan's intention at the time was to help the Spirit Clan buy time... and once the initial hype died down, the other descendants of Dou Di... would not care about the Spirit Clan's affairs."
"At that time... although there were dissenting voices within the clan, like myself... but the general trend was unstoppable, and most people were just hoping for the best..."