The Long Journey to Immortality

These things are better discussed in private.

Perhaps because of this series of conflicts, reconciliations, and the alcohol in his stomach, the young fox clan member who had glared at Fengyang and Fengjiao with resentment that afternoon also developed a desire for "revenge."

However, having reached the late stage of transformation, he is slightly more intelligent than other magical beasts.

He held his wine glass, made a small circle, and came to Fengyang and Fengjiao's seats.

Han Lu could tell at a glance.

Clearly, this young man, whose affiliation with the fox clan was unknown, was using the toasting incident as an excuse to cause trouble for Fengyang and Fengjiao.

Han Lu welcomed this.

She also wanted to see what methods Fengyang would use to deal with this ill-intentioned junior.

Chapter 455 A Small Revenge

Which fox clan did the young fox who came before Feng Jiao and Feng Yang belong to? Han Lu couldn't tell from the fox tail he deliberately revealed when he transformed into human form.

This is not because Han Lu is ignorant or knows too little about the fox clan.

Rather, it's because the fox clan is such a large group that it's simply too big.

The true spirit of the phoenix is ​​further divided into nine types based on its bloodline and innate supernatural abilities.

The fox clan, however, is divided into more than thirty groups based on principles such as appearance, bloodline abilities, and habitat.

Such a complex and detailed classification naturally left Han Lu, a "modern person" who was not a specialist in studying the fox clan, completely bewildered about the fox clan. She also did not know which of the thirty-odd fox clans this fox clan, which had some grudges with the Huanfeng clan, belonged to.

In addition to their large size, the fox clan is also prone to internal strife.

Each branch of the fox clan governs itself independently, with no single leader controlling each other, and there is no settlement like the Phoenix Clan's Phoenix Perch Forest.

At this banquet, Han Lu noticed that in addition to the fox clan youth and his elder representing one of the fox clans, another fox clan had also been invited to the banquet.

The fox clan representative was a beautiful woman, and she was currently exchanging glances with a cultivator next to Fang Lin, seemingly conveying some message through divine sense.

These two characteristics led to different choices made by the fox clan during the Second Great War in the Ancient Cultivation Era.

Some, valuing the immense power of the dragons and their vassals, chose to fight alongside them and continue to dominate the wilderness.

Some saw the human race's friendliness towards other magical beasts and its enormous potential for development, and considered becoming a challenger to the old order.

This choice resulted in both spirit foxes and demon foxes existing in later generations.

So, is this young man who harbors hatred towards Fengyang and Fengjiao a spirit fox or a demon fox?

Han Lu made a simple judgment.

“The phoenix represented by Fengyang will naturally join the human race in the future.”

"Then the fox clan represented by this young fox has a grudge against Huanfeng, so it is naturally more likely that they will side with the dragon clan."

“Unless something big happens later and Senior Fang Lin or Senior Fu Ding resolve the grudge with their silver tongues,” Han Lu’s gaze lingered on the fox clan beauty not far away for a moment, and then she recalled the look the fox clan youth had given Feng Yang before the banquet. “The chances of that happening are slim. I think he will eventually stand with his tribe on the side of the dragon clan.”

After thinking about all this, Han Lu became increasingly eager to see what kind of good show would unfold next.

The fox youth, carrying a half-full cup of wine, strode up to Fengyang and Fengjiao, and bowed to Fengyang as a junior.

Fengyang did not return the greeting, but merely hummed and gave a look, as if to say, "Go on, let's see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

Although Feng Yang did not notice the young man's gaze on him in the afternoon, he was, after all, a master of the Nascent Soul Realm. He immediately recognized the fox youth's true form and naturally connected it with some past events, guessing that this seemingly friendly fox youth was actually up to no good.

Feng Yang's reaction was within the fox youth's expectations. He didn't care, only muttering to himself, "A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan," before continuing shamelessly.

"Greetings, Senior Fengyang. Two hundred years ago, I was fortunate enough to meet you once with my grandfather. I was deeply impressed by your heroic bearing. I never imagined that I would have the honor of meeting you again here today..."

"Is this your daughter, senior? May I ask her name?"

The fox youth harbored deep resentment despite the vast difference in strength between himself and Feng Yang, but he was not ignorant of his own limitations.

Naturally, his plan could only be a small revenge plan, and the target of his plan could only be Feng Jiao, who was by Feng Yang's side.

Feng Jiao was slightly surprised when the topic was suddenly brought up.

Having been raised by her mother since childhood and having lived in the Fire Phoenix Clan for over a hundred years, Feng Jiao naturally had no idea what grudges or grievances the fox youth in front of her had with the Illusion Phoenix Clan, nor could she hear the veiled barbs in the fox youth's words just now.

Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at her father. Seeing that he didn't show any particular reaction, Feng Jiao leaned slightly forward to return the greeting, simply saying two words, "Feng Jiao."

As Feng Yang's daughter and the future patriarch of the Illusionary Phoenix Clan, Feng Jiao, despite being inferior to him in cultivation, still maintained a condescending attitude.

Knowing Feng Jiao's name, the fox youth wanted to take advantage of the situation and use the word "Jiao" to compose a few words of praise. However, he was illiterate and lacked the ability to speak eloquently. After struggling for a while, he could only use the phrase "Jiao Hua" to directly praise Feng Jiao's beauty, without saying anything particularly impressive.

She felt a little awkward, but since Feng Jiao hadn't actually met many unfamiliar men, she was surprised to receive such a straightforward compliment.

The fox youth's words did have some effect.

Because of the spirit wine she had drunk earlier and the fact that the fox youth was of above-average appearance, Feng Jiao couldn't help but blush after hearing these "frank truths" that she had never heard before.

The fox youth captured this beautiful scene, and he was momentarily mesmerized.

He immediately raised his wine glass, a foolish smile on his face, forgetting his original purpose, as if he had been attracted by Feng Jiao's appearance in the first place and had come here as a lecherous man to flirt with her.

However, after only a moment of being lost, he found himself again.

He pursed his lips, putting away his slightly impolite smile, and said, "It is my great honor to meet and get to know Miss Fengjiao today. At this gathering, I naturally want to offer Miss Fengjiao a toast."

"Miss Feng Jiao, please."

After saying this, the fox youth raised his cup without waiting for Feng Jiao's consent.

His thoughts were simple: he just wanted to get Feng Jiao drunk and make her lose her composure in front of everyone.

Even if Feng Jiao doesn't retaliate, he can still achieve his goal.

This young fox could only indulge himself in this matter a little.

It sounds somewhat tragic, but this is the tragedy of a small, uncivilized tribe.

Seeing this, Feng Jiao didn't think of refusing; she only wanted to fulfill her proper etiquette.

She quickly poured some spirit wine into her cup and raised it to offer a toast, but to her surprise, the fox youth who had just been offering a toast simply changed from holding the cup with one hand to holding it with both hands, without actually raising the cup.

"What's going on?" Han Lu asked, puzzled as she watched from the side.

But soon, she noticed the ugly expression on the fox youth's face and the two-colored spiritual energy intertwined on the bronze wine cup in his hand.

Upon seeing this scene, she turned her attention back to Fengyang.

Feng Yang leaned back slightly, his gaze gentle and casual, his right hand resting on the table, with tiny points of light flying from his fingertips.

Needless to say, Feng Yang clearly used some high-level methods to cause some changes in the cup in the fox youth's hand, which is why the fox youth's plan to get Feng Jiao drunk was already showing signs of failure before it even began.

Chapter 456 Old Stories

The fox youth was in a rather awkward situation.

Just as he was about to pick up the wine cup, he discovered that the bronze wine cup in his hand had suddenly become incredibly heavy, far too heavy for him to lift at will.

He didn't need to think much to know that this sudden change was Feng Yang playing tricks beside him.

His methods were secretive, so he could only rely on his own abilities to fight against Feng Yang, a master whose cultivation level far surpassed his own, in this trivial matter.

He transformed from one hand to two, and then unleashed his spiritual power.

Even more surprisingly, he, who originally only showed his fox tail when he transformed, suddenly grew a pair of fox ears.

The fox clan youth attempted to use his innate supernatural abilities to fight Feng Yang over the wine cup.

With trembling arms and a pale face, the fox youth had used every ounce of his strength.

However, the gap in cultivation level was too great, and all he did was in vain.

Not only did he fail to lift the bronze wine cup even an inch, but he also spilled some of the wine, making it look as if he was about to lose his grip on the cup.

Fengyang, determined not to let his daughter drink at this banquet again, would not show any mercy at this moment.

The hand that had been raised was now placed back on the table. Feng Yang then used a little more spiritual energy to end the contest, which had been decided from the start, from a distance of two or three meters.

Under the influence of spiritual power, the wine cup, which had become a thousand pounds, instantly gained ten times its original weight, breaking the balance.

Unable to lift the wine glass any longer, the fox youth could only loosen his trembling hand and let the glass slip from his fingers.

Before the wine glass hit the ground, Feng Yang withdrew his spiritual power in time, preventing the small wine glass from creating a large hole in the ground.

With a clang.

The bronze wine cup landed with a crisp sound, rolled a distance on the ground, and spilled all the little wine left inside onto the ground.

Seeing this, a monster standing nearby, its face flushed and having already finished its small wine jug, clicked its tongue in disapproval, as if sighing and feeling sorry for the wasted wine.

Suddenly, the force was released, just like one side in a tug-of-war letting go of the rope.

Although the fox youth was prepared to loosen the rope, he still took two steps back after letting go before releasing the force and withdrawing all the spiritual energy that had been used to enhance his body.

The pair of fox ears that had just sprouted from her hair also retracted.

After moving aside, Han Lu noticed two slightly dented footprints on the bluestone slab where the fox youth had been standing.

The banquet hall was reinforced with multiple layers of restrictions, so even a Golden Core cultivator could only barely destroy a single brick or tile here with all their might.

Clearly, the "battle" that just took place over the small gesture of raising a glass was more intense than Han Lu had imagined.

The incident of the cup falling to the ground caught Fang Lin's attention.

As Feng Yang's good friend, he knew very well what grudges the fox clan youth belonged to had with Huan Feng.

In order to arrive early and "take sides," Fang Lin stood up from his seat and quickly walked towards the two men.

Looking at the cup that had fallen to the ground, Feng Yang, who had only defeated a junior whose cultivation was slightly inferior to his own, felt that this was a great victory for himself as a father.

With a smile, he chuckled and said, "You little fox, you're already drunk before you've even had a sip. You can't even hold the glass properly."

"Go back and find your elders, practice your drinking skills before you come back."

The word "elder" touched a raw nerve in the fox youth's heart, and instantly, the strength of the drink he had at the beginning of the banquet took hold.

The fox youth acted impulsively, disregarding the fact that Feng Yang was a senior expert whose cultivation far surpassed his own, and immediately questioned him.

"Fengyang, two hundred years ago, my grandfather, Hu Qingyan, invited you to discuss important matters, but in just three days, only a corpse returned to the clan..." As he spoke, the young fox clan member was agitated, trying to release all the resentment that had accumulated over two hundred years.

Feng Yang squinted slightly, listening intently, even nodding slightly to make it seem as if he was listening.

Feng Jiao, holding the wine glass, seemed somewhat at a loss. She could only use the bronze wine glass to cover half of her delicate face to avoid being caught in the middle and feeling awkward.