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Rong Hua recalled that to be able to summon the Thunder Demon God, one had to be at the rank of Shakyamuni. She wondered what stage Duan Canghai was at.

After Zhao Mingzhu had eaten her fill, she said, "It's really delicious. If I could always eat such delicious food, then even if I had to become a ghost, I would still be willing."

Rong Hua shot a glance at her, "Alright, you'd better stay alive. Today, I've already met a spectral cultivator."

Zhao Mingzhu's face immediately turned serious, "You saw a spectral cultivator?"

Rong Hua nodded. "That's right. The phoenix qilin picked up a ghost cultivator. Because she's beautiful, she gave it to the emperor. Now that she's a imperial concubine, she's not afraid of the sun at all."

Zhao Mingzhu sternly replied, "A ghost cultivator is a person's soul that has been cultivated to such a state after death. Only a Class 5 Ghost General would be able to withstand the sun. You have to know that the Imperial Palace has already lost its dragon aura. Where would she go to absorb it?

Rong Hua didn't understand much about ghosts elementalists, but she felt strange when Zhao Mingzhu said this. What was this ghost cultivator doing in the mortal world?

Rumble … An explosion sounded.

Rong Hua and Zhao Mingzhu's faces changed color at the same time.

"Not good, he actually exploded the entrance to this small secret realm." Zhao Mingzhu anxiously replied.

Rong Hua asked, "What is a small secret realm?"

"It means that there is a small mystic realm where there is a family inheritance. After entering, one must look at their lucky chances in order to obtain the phoenix fire."

Once the secret manual is opened, one must enter within the time it takes to burn an incense stick. To leave, one must wait for three days, or for someone to reclaim the phoenix flame. " Zhao Mingzhu said.

Rong Hua nodded. "I'll remember. If the phoenix qilin opens the mystic realm's door, we'll still have some time to go."

The two of them immediately ran towards the great sound. The strange thing was that the servants of the Phoenix Mansion had all disappeared tonight. Could it be that Feng Qilin had given them a holiday?

Now was not the time to think about such things. The two of them arrived at the forbidden area of the Feng Clan. The basement that led to the small secret realm was indeed open.

Zhao Mingzhu was the first to run down, but a golden light flashed and pierced through the Old Ancestor's body.

"Grandmother!" Rong Hua's heart trembled, they fell into her trap.

Although Zhao Mingzhu was heavily injured, she waved her hand and threw a hairpin at Rong Hua. The hairpin emitted a piercing light that enveloped Rong Hua, and the golden light shot out from within was blocked by the hairpin. However, a few holes pierced through Zhao Mingzhu's body.

"Grandmother!" Rong Hua's eyes were filled with hatred, he never thought that this grandma, who he hadn't seen for a few days, would actually sacrifice her life to save him.

A golden light was also instantly shot out, and it quickly came to an end. Rong Hua grabbed the hairpin and hugged Zhao Mingzhu who was about to fall to the ground.

Feng Qilin and Feng Jinxiu walked out from the inside. Feng Jinxiu looked coldly at Rong Hua and said, "Bring me the hairpin."

Zhao Mingzhu tightly held onto Rong Hua, "Don't give it to her. That is the Feng Family's Patriarch's keepsake."

Rong Hua put the hairpin into her storage ring and then took out a variety of medicinal pills, stuffing them into Zhao Mingzhu's mouth. Fortunately, these pills melted instantly in her mouth, otherwise, she would have either bled to death or choked to death.

Feng Qilin was expressionless, there was not a single trace of pity in his eyes. Whether it was towards Zhao Mingzhu or Rong Hua's biological daughter, they were both silent.

"Phoenix fire …" Zhao Mingzhu was still thinking about it.

Feng Jin Xiu laughed out loud. "Hahaha …" You guys came late, the Phoenix fire is mine, only I am the most noble woman in the Eastern Continent, all of you can go die now! "

Rong Hua was stupefied as she watched Feng Jinxiu raise her hand and form a ball of flame. The flame was bright red like blood. The phoenix fire was red with a tinge of gold. It was noble and holy, but this ball of fire gave off an extremely evil feeling.

The ball of fire directly smashed towards Rong Hua, she used his demon energy to form a shield, however the shield had no power to resist. The flame licked it and it vanished, a layer of skin was burnt off from Rong Hua's arm.

As soon as he saw the incoming flames, Philip had activated his soul power to summon Rong Hua and Zhao Mingzhu back into his divine beast's space. However, he was still a step too late, causing Rong Hua's arm to be burnt to a crisp.

The father and daughter duo outside saw that a huge pit had been burnt through, and so they smiled at each other. They thought that Rong Hua had been burnt to ashes by the flames.

A few days later, a piece of news came out that the young miss of the Feng family, Feng Jinxiu, had obtained the approval of the Phoenix Fire and became someone who possessed the South Spirit Fire.

However, the Ninth Miss of the Trash Clan was jealous and insulted her elders. In the end, she even killed the old ancestor of the Feng Family, Zhao Mingzhu, and the Eldest Miss could only endure the pain of killing Feng Wu Hua.

Originally, people knew that the Ninth Miss of the Feng family was a would-be princess consort. However, since the Ninth Miss couldn't cultivate the power of the devil soul, she lost the right to be the princess consort. Currently, everyone was talking about how the ninth young miss of the Feng family was not only a good-for-nothing but also a vicious and jealous woman. She was jealous of her talent and was acknowledged by the sacred fire in the clan, causing her to frantically kill the Feng ancestor.

At the moment, the storyteller in the teahouse was adding oil as he beamed with joy, saying that a guest had raised an objection when the trash, the Ninth Miss, had killed the innocent old ancestor of the Feng family out of jealousy.

"Isn't that Ninth Miss a piece of trash? How did he kill the Feng ancestor? That old man should be very powerful, right? "

The storyteller was stunned for a long time before regaining his senses. After all, she was still a talker, and as soon as he touched her upper and lower lip, he began to compose her, "That Ninth Miss might be a piece of trash, but she's still beautiful. She could be said to be the prettiest in our entire Eastern Continent.

"Is that so? "Are you sure?" the man continued.

The storyteller's mouth twitched. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm sure." He had collected a lot of gold coins. If he did not spread the news about Ninth Miss, he would not be able to collect any more gold coins.

"Nonsense!" That person coldly snorted and left with a swish of his sleeve.

The magic of the customers dispersed with the sound of the humming. After a period of chaos, the person was no longer there. The storyteller's mouth was wide open as he died with grievance.

"He got his tongue pulled out."

"Heavens, this is too terrifying."

"Don't tell me he's Ninth Miss Gou …"

"Shut up. Don't you want to die?"

"…" Seeing this scene, all the customers shut their mouths. It was obvious that this person was a friend of the Ninth Miss.

"Rong Hua, if you dare die like this, I will destroy the entire East Continent to accompany you in death!" The person who said this was Ye Qingtian!

In the God Beast's space, Rong Hua sneezed and scolded, "Fibula, why are you so stupid? You can't even wrap your arms around a bandage."

"Hmph, come at me. If you have the ability, then pack it for yourself!" The fibula was extremely depressed, it couldn't wrap Rong Hua's hand well, instead, it had tied itself up and turned itself into a mummy.

"Cough, cough, cough …" The heavily injured Zhao Mingzhu woke up.

Rong Hua immediately pulled the messy gauze cloth over to Zhao Mingzhu's side, "Grandmother, hold on. Once it's safe outside, I'll bring you to the doctor!"

Zhao Mingzhu looked around, "Where are we?"