Chapter 151.2

Chapter 151: Source World 3 (part 2 of 4)

An Ying looked at the fledgling Phoenix that said it wants to sleep with a faint smile, then gently fixed this strange sleeping posture with it’s tail raised. When he first met god Shen Tong, the other was already nearing adulthood. He has seen the elegant and gorgeous Phoenix before, as well as the powerful and mighty Phoenix. But seeing the young and adorable fledgling Phoenix for the first time, gave him an indescribable sense of satisfaction deep inside.

It was still nighttime, and the sun had yet to rise. The weakness brought about by the loss of life blood essence a while ago had also hit An Ying, that he soon after laid down and drifted off to dreamland together with the Little Phoenix.

This night, one person and Phoenix slept very soundly. Especially An Ying, who was finally able to get his first good sleep in a thousand of years, and even failed to wake at dawn.

However, the Little Phoenix woke up shortly after dawn. It first stretched out it’s stiff pair of little claws in daze, stood up to shake it’s fine feathers afterwards, then finally flapped it’s little wings, and flew out in an unstable manner.

It’s wings still wasn’t that well-developed, so it flies in an extremely unstable manner. It also didn’t have the ability to fly high. However, upon spotting the tree branch high above, not only did it try to flutter up and down, it also fluttered left and right, but still failed to fly up the tree after having tried several times. Making the several demon servants watching it feel deeply worried.

By the time An Ying woke up, he found out that the Little Phoenix wasn’t by his side anymore. Despite knowing fully well that nothing would happen to it, he still couldn’t help but panic. Thus, he immediately got out of bed to look for it.

Having just managed to fly up the tree with great difficulty, the Little Phoenix now stood atop the sturdiest Chinese parasol tree in the courtyard.

The red fluff facing the sun, looks as if it’s shining. The leaves of the Chinese parasol tree were huge and lush. After having selected a perfectly shaped leaf after a long time of searching, the Little Phoenix then tilted it’s head, and started to peck the center of the leaf with it’s beak, until a huge hole had been pecked out on the leaf.

That hole was round, with a head and a developing short tail, that somehow resembles itself. The Little Phoenix was extremely satisfied with this piece of abstract work it had created. However, just as it was about to pick this work, to bring it for An Ying to admire as well, it’s little claws had unexpectedly been unable to bear it’s weight anymore, and had began to tremble because of standing too long, causing it to actually lose balance and fall down from the tree head first.

Seeing the Little Phoenix fall down the tree from afar, An Ying’s chest immediately tightened. He hurriedly raised his hand and sent out zhenqi, to cushion the other’s fall. Not suffering any harm under the protection of the zhenqi, the Little Phoenix swiftly stood back up and shook it’s fluff, then flapped it’s tiny wings with unremitting efforts, in an attempt to fly back up to the tree.

Unfortunately, it had no success no matter how hard it tried this time around.

The Little Phoenix has also become tired after tossing for a long time, then finally flopped down and gave up it’s attempts in flying up. It was then picked up and placed in the robe’s lapel by An Ying, and was taken to the dining hall for breakfast.

The lapel of this robe currently worn by the great Demon Emperor was loose, added on to the Little Phoenix’s small size, it would thus, uncontrollably slip downwards with his steps, until it’s whole body eventually slipped into the robe’s lapel.

Having It’s line of sight suddenly blocked by the clothes, the Little Phoenix immediately became unhappy, and started to crawl back up with everything it had. The talons on both it’s small claws strenuously grasped the robe, it also flapped it’s small wings with all it’s might, and desperately worked it’s way up for a long time, before finally managing to successfully poke it’s head out once again.

In order to avoid itself from sliding in again, it continued to crawl up after having gotten out the lapel, right until it climbed onto An Ying’s shoulder. It soon after found a suitable area there to comfortably nest, then leisurely looked at the surrounding area and scenery.

As a result of this, everyone in the Fu Ying Palace saw a soft, adorable and lovely little red chick* on the shoulder of their unfeeling and mighty Demon Emperor from afar, arrogantly looking everywhere with it’s pair of big eyes. There was also a single tuft of feather sticking out atop it’s chubby head, which sways along as it turns it’s head to look around.

*young chicken

Fortunately, the Little Phoenix had no idea what was in everyone’s mind. Otherwise, it would certainly stress with a very serious look on it’s little face, as well as soft and milky voice, that it isn’t a chick, but the most beautiful Phoenix.

The Little Phoenix was currently unable to fly that high yet, but the great Demon Emperor can. In order to make the Little Phoenix happy, An Ying actually showed his archetype, which he doesn’t easily expose to others, just for the purpose of letting the Little Phoenix, who naturally loves to fly, personally experience the feeling of soaring in the sky ahead of time. It really is hard to be a dad.

This baby coaxing-move successfully become the Little Phoenix’s favorite after just a single implementation, that it even started to call upon An Ying to become it’s wings once more even before finishing it’s meal.

“.…..An Ying, An Ying, I want to fly high……”

Doing his best to resist the cute attack skill of it’s milky voice, An Ying said: “Be good, finish your meal first.”

The Little Phoenix promptly finished it’s meal very obediently, and had even eaten the vegetable gruel it disliked. It then turned to look at An Ying in anticipation, with it’s focused and bright limpid gaze. An Ying brought it close to him, and placed a kiss on top of it’s little head, “Alright, I will take you to fly high.”

The Little Phoenix was obviously very delighted, as it took the initiative to rub it’s head, which An Ying kissed, against An Ying’s chin, and softly said: “……Um, ride a big bird, fly high……”

An Ying’s archetype isn’t a bird at all, but a Soaring Serpent, — Which looks almost like a carbon copy of Xi Yan’s beast form in the Little Peach Blossom world. It has a sound like a chime, slender body, and a snake-like body with four wings. The dark patterns covering it’s black jade-like scales reveals a luxurious and subtle chilly gleam.

But in the little one’s superficial knowledge, everything with wings is a bird. Moreover, An Ying didn’t correct the Little Phoenix’s concept either, because the word ‘big bird’ sounds better than ‘big snake’ in his ears. — The shameless great Demon Emperor even secretly imagined the day when the grown-up Little Phoenix would shyly blush, or push him down with a queen’s majesty, and actively straddle and ride the ‘big bird’.

This scene was simply too heavenly to imagine.

An Ying immediately held the Little Phoenix up, jumped out the room, to reach the garret’s roof of the highest floor. The Fu Ying Palace was originally suspended high in midair, so after An Ying took another leap, he silently glided towards the vast Demon Valley like a glide.

Bang–

The man’s figure transformed into his Soaring Serpent archetype with a loud bang in midair, it’s length unexpectedly extended to the point beyond the limit of sight in an instant. That serpent’s huge body could practically cover half the mountain peak, while the huge bone wings can even hide the sky and cover the earth to guard against Buddha. Just a single flap of it’s wings can create thousand of layers of mist and blow away the distant clouds. It’s powerful momentum is imbued with a spirit that can conquer mountains and rivers.

The entire Demon Valley became full of mist, while a powerful gale rolled in the valley at the same time.

The large expanse of forest area were rustled by the powerful gale, just like a grand and magnificent green sea waves. The Soaring Snake flapped it’s wings and flew above this boundless sea of forest. Upon reaching a certain height, it then suddenly rushed straight up.

— Fiercely soaring upwards for ninety thousand miles!

The Soaring Snake swiftly shuttled amid the endless clouds and mist, with the dauntless stance of a Scaled Dragon. But no one knew that in a place above his enormous body, at his nape’s vulnerable spot, sat a small red ball of fluff, firmly protected by an erected scale.

The newborn Little Phoenix is really too small when compared to a fully-grown Soaring Snake, and even not much bigger than a single scale on the nape. Nonetheless, there wasn’t any contradiction between the two at all, as they complimented each other instead. The Little Phoenix, who was riding the snake, was overflowing with excitement, as if it were riding a roller coaster. Whenever there’s a sudden increase of speed or roll, it will make nervous and ecstatic tender chirps.

The sounds were almost instantly drowned out by the gale, but this did not affect the Soaring Snake as everything fell into his ears, and this happiness, gave him an unspeakable sense of satisfaction