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Chapter 558: Good Birds Choose Their Masters, Filthy Crows Rest on Thieves

Pu Chuang glanced at Liu Miao, a trace of contempt on his face, and snorted softly: "Miss Liu is still so impatient. Ling Ye, as the leader of the Greedy Clan, you should be aware of the current situation. If you can cooperate with our Xiuyanxu..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted coldly by Ling Ye.

Ling Ye took a step forward, and his tall body was like a towering mountain, standing firmly in front of Liu Miao to protect her from the wind and rain.

His tone was icy, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Pu Chuang, put away your calculations. My Lan clan and your Xiuyanxu have always kept to themselves."

His eyes were as firm as a rock, staring closely into Pu Chuang's eyes, as if declaring to him his unbreakable position, while secretly guarding against a possible sudden attack from the other party.

Pu Chuang's face darkened instantly, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, but he soon regained his hypocritical smile, and the muscles on his face twitched, as if he was wearing a stiff mask: "Ling Ye, you have to think clearly. Now all parties are ready to make a move. If you insist on going your own way..."

There was an obvious threat in his words, and every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting Ling Ye's heart hard, trying to shake his determination.

Ling Ye's heart trembled, he knew very well that Pu Chuang would not give up easily.

He gripped the Chixiao Sword tightly, the muscles in his arms tensed with force, and strength surged in his body.

He quickly thought of a countermeasure, his brain working rapidly, but on the surface he remained calm and composed, his expression as calm as a bottomless cold pond: "Pu Chuang, you don't have to threaten me. I have my own plan."

He secretly calculated in his mind that if a fight really broke out, with his and Liu Miao's strength, plus the terrain of the forest, there might be a glimmer of hope.

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate and the atmosphere was tense, a spirit bird emitting soft blue light suddenly flew out from the depths of the forest like a meteor streaking through the night sky.

It has a light body and its wings create circles of light blue light when they flap.

The spirit bird landed directly on Lingye's outstretched arm, its tiny claws gently grasping his sleeve and its head rubbing against his palm affectionately.

The appearance of the spirit bird stunned everyone. For a moment, no one spoke. The atmosphere became more tense and subtle, as if the air had solidified.

Ling Ye looked at the spirit bird, his heart suddenly moved, a strong premonition surged in his mind, he was sure that the spirit bird must have brought crucial information.

He frowned slightly, his eyes focused and deep, staring closely at the eyes of the spirit bird, trying to decipher what it meant.

His heartbeat quickened slightly, blood rushed through his veins, and a sense of urgency that a major change was about to happen spread in his heart.

He subconsciously felt that the information brought by this spirit bird might be the key to breaking the current deadlock.

Seeing this, Pu Chuang's face became as gloomy as the sky before a storm, covered with dark clouds.

He didn't know what impact the appearance of this spirit bird would have on his plans, and he felt uneasy.

He gritted his teeth, his teeth chattering, like a trapped beast, eager to break free: "Ling Ye, no matter what this bird brings, you have to give me an answer today." There was a hint of urgency and panic in his tone, like a gambler who was about to lose everything and was going all out. At this moment, he was unsure about how Ling Ye would respond, and this unknown made him even more anxious.

Ling Ye gently stroked the feathers of the spirit bird. The feathers were soft and smooth, and they rubbed lightly against his fingertips.

The forest was tightly wrapped in the thick night, and the silence was almost oppressive. Occasionally, the cry of a night owl was like a sharp blade cutting through the silence, making the atmosphere even more eerie.

Ling Ye's lips curled up in a playful manner, his eyes shot towards Pu Chuang like lightning, his tone was nonchalant but sharp: "Pu Chuang, guess what the spirit bird told me? It asked me to deal with you, a guy who is full of calculations." As he spoke, he gently shook his arm to tease the spirit bird, but his eyes were fixed on Pu Chuang, his muscles all over his body were slightly tense, like an arrow on a string.

When Pu Chuang heard this, his face turned pale as paper, and beads of sweat broke out from his forehead. He subconsciously clenched the Bingpo Sword, and the sword body flashed with cold light, forming a sharp contrast with his panic at the moment. He thought to himself: How could Lingque say such a thing? What was Lingye up to? Was it true, or was he deliberately testing him? On the surface, he pretended to be calm, his eyes wide open, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "Lingye, stop talking nonsense! How could Lingque say such a ridiculous thing? Is he trying to alienate me from the disciples of my clan?" After shouting, he stole a glance at the disciples of Xiuyanxu around him, and seeing their faces full of surprise and suspicion, he became more and more uneasy.

When the disciples of Xiuyanxu heard this, they immediately became confused and looked at each other with fear and confusion in their eyes. They moved their feet uneasily, holding their weapons tighter, and the neat encirclement began to loosen.

At this moment, the bird suddenly tilted its head and pecked at Lingye's palm with its sharp beak. Lingye felt the pain and frowned. He subconsciously took a deep breath and instinctively wanted to shrink his arm, but he was afraid of scaring the bird. He endured the pain and showed a helpless expression on his face. He waved his hands and said helplessly, "It's just a joke, you little guy is taking it too seriously." As he spoke, he gently stroked the bird's feathers to comfort it.

The bird did not appreciate it, and flapped its wings on Lingye's palm, making a sharp cry, as if it was extremely dissatisfied with Lingye's joke. Lingye's expression became stern, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath, took a big step forward, raised his palm high, and spoke loudly, echoing in the forest: "Everyone, watch out! This bird has always been regarded as a good omen by you in Xiuyanxu. But now, it is not close to you, but to me. Is your so-called position and justice ridiculous?" His eyes were like knives, sweeping across the faces of everyone in Xiuyanxu, and finally locked onto Pu Chuang. His eyes seemed to declare: You may not be able to let it go today.

Pu Chuang's face became increasingly gloomy, like the dark sky before a storm. He was angry and anxious, annoyed by Ling Ye's provocation and confused by Ling Que's behavior. He knew very well that if he didn't handle it properly, he would not only lose face, but it might also cause a crisis of trust in the clan. He gritted his teeth and secretly made up his mind: No matter what, Ling Ye must not succeed, and the situation must be saved. So, he forced a smile and tried to ease the situation: "Junior brother Ling, stop being so mysterious here. Ling Que must have been confused by you for a while, and he will return to the team after he wakes up." Although he said this, his eyes dodged unconsciously, and he had no confidence in his heart.

Ling Ye looked at Pu Chuang's reaction, secretly happy in his heart, but remained calm on the surface. He understood that he had disrupted Pu Chuang's rhythm, and he would see how he would deal with it. He patted Ling Que's head and spoke again: "Really? Then let's wait and see who Ling Que will choose. I'm curious, if it keeps following me, what will you do, Pu Chuang?" His words were full of provocation, as if he had issued a declaration of war to Pu Chuang, and a fierce confrontation was about to break out.

During the stalemate, a strange wind suddenly blew up in the forest, the leaves rustled, and the sound of the wind was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, making the atmosphere more tense. Ling Ye's heart tightened, and he felt that the situation was difficult. He quietly gathered his spiritual power at his fingertips, and the spiritual power around him surged slightly, ready for battle.

Pu Chuang also noticed something strange and winked at the disciples behind him. They immediately adjusted their positions, surrounding Ling Ye in a fan shape, taking an offensive and defensive stance.

The strange wind stopped, and a pitch-black crow flew from the depths of the forest and landed directly on Pu Chuang's outstretched arm. The feathers of this crow were as black as ink, and its eyes flashed a strange red light, forming a strong contrast with the spirit bird. Seeing this, Pu Chuang's eyes flashed with surprise, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Ling Ye, it seems that the spirit world's intention is not what you said. This crow is opposite to the spirit bird, and it chose me, proving that I am the one who follows the destiny." As he said, he gently stroked the feathers of the crow, with a smug look on his face.

Ling Ye looked at the Dark Feather Crow, feeling uneasy, but he remained calm and sneered, "A crow is proving that you are following destiny? Pu Chuang, you are too naive." Although his words were tough, he knew in his heart that the appearance of the Dark Feather Crow made the situation more complicated. He secretly wondered where this Dark Feather Crow came from? What was the connection with Pu Chuang's plan?

At this time, Liu Miao quietly approached Ling Ye and whispered, "Ling Ye, the situation is not good, be careful." Her eyes were worried but firm. No matter what, she would stand by Ling Ye. Ling Ye nodded slightly and responded softly, "Don't worry, I know what to do." He reached out and patted Liu Miao's shoulder. When their eyes met, they conveyed trust and tacit understanding.

Pu Chuang saw the two interacting and snorted coldly: "Ling Ye, don't be stubborn. If you don't agree to cooperate today, don't even think about leaving." As he said that, he secretly mobilized his spiritual power, and a thin layer of frost appeared on the Bingpo Sword, and the temperature around him dropped sharply. Ling Ye felt the fluctuation of spiritual power, and also raised his spiritual power to the peak. His aura was powerful, and the Chixiao Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if he was eager to fight.

When the two sides were on the verge of a fight, the spirit bird suddenly chirped loudly and spread its wings to fly high into the sky. Then, its body emitted a dazzling light, which quickly enveloped the entire mountain forest. Everyone was blinded by the light and raised their hands to block it.

The light faded away, and everyone was surprised to see the spirit bird flashing strange light, as if it contained endless power. Ling Ye's heart moved, and he felt that this was the key to breaking the situation. He stared at the spirit bird, trying to interpret the information of the pattern, his eyes focused and determined.

Pu Chuang was also shocked by the changes in the spirit bird. Looking at the patterns on the spirit bird, he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He subconsciously clenched the Bingpo Sword, looked around vigilantly, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead again.

Just when everyone was puzzled, the spirit bird swooped down towards Ling Ye and landed on his shoulder. It rubbed Ling Ye's cheek with its head and whispered a few words in his ear. After hearing this, Ling Ye was surprised and looked up at Pu Chuang, with a flash of determination in his eyes: "Pu Chuang, you have planned everything, but you didn't expect this variable. The spirit bird has told you the truth, you should make a break!" After that, it swung the Chixiao Sword fiercely, and a powerful sword energy wrapped with hot spiritual power, like a surging wave, swept towards Pu Chuang. Pu Chuang's face changed drastically, and he quickly swung the Bingpo Sword to resist. Ice and fire collided in the air, making a deafening roar, and the powerful air wave spread to the surroundings, blowing the trees violently.