[Transmigration] The War God's Consort

Chapter 60

Parents' hearts are always full of love and concern. Perhaps he really did take advantage of Jinghua, but it was also because he wanted to save her life, even though her future life might be full of hardships. But it's much better than losing her life at any moment.

Once they lead the Southern Barbarians to seek cooperation with the Qing Kingdom, extricating themselves will be difficult. The most likely outcome is that they will all become slaves of the Qing King, not much different from their current situation. Feng Xinglie simply doesn't understand why they chose the Qing Kingdom instead of directly submitting to the Ling Kingdom; at least submitting to the Great Ling wouldn't disrupt the interests of their vassal state!

"No, you're right. I am indeed unworthy to be her father. I didn't even tell her the secrets of our clan before cruelly giving her away to Prince Ling." The old prince sighed deeply, his face full of regret.

"If I had told her the truth clearly, if I hadn't presumptuously stood up for her, how could she have..."

"If regret were useful, what would be the point of having officials?" Feng Xinglie sneered coldly. She didn't know whether her actions were right or wrong, only that she never regretted anything. "Everything has a cause and effect. If there was any misunderstanding, it was caused by someone. You thought you were doing it for your daughter's good, so you didn't tell Jinghua the truth. That's what caused her to lose all hope and drown herself. Things have already come to this point; do you think you can bring her back to life?"

“Indeed, it was I who caused Hua’er’s departure, but now, you have fallen into our hands once again!” The Southern King’s voice suddenly changed, filled with eeriness. Jingyuan, who was trembling with fear beside him, suddenly looked up, as if he were seeing his father for the first time, and scrambled back a few meters to the side.

The Southern King paid no attention to her, his sinister eyes fixed on Feng Xinglie, as if trying to lock her in. The sight sent chills down her spine, filling her with unease. She had long understood that the previous friendliness was merely a facade. How could such a cunning and treacherous person suddenly change his nature and show warmth to an enemy who wasn't even a stranger?

Perhaps he did show tenderness, but not to her, but to the already deceased Princess Jinghua.

"What...do you want to do?" she asked hesitantly, a terrible thought forming in her mind.

"What do I want to do? Hmph, you've taken over Hua'er's body, shouldn't you switch her back?"

Feng Xinglie, who had guessed the result correctly, was utterly helpless and so frustrated he almost wanted to vomit blood. The misunderstanding hadn't been cleared up at all. This Southern King still believed that his body belonged to Princess Qinghua.

"Father! You can't!" Jingyuan suddenly scrambled to her feet, seemingly regaining her composure in an instant. She calmly grabbed the Southern King's arm and said urgently, "We have no resources or manpower left. If we want to rebuild and seize control of Tian Sha, there is no other way but to cooperate with her. The Green King doesn't trust us at all. We've almost lost, Father! Don't you understand? For the sake of our people, the thirty-six tribes of Tian Sha in the Southern Kingdom, you can't be so willful. What we have to give up, we have to give up."

"Heavenly Fiends?" Upon hearing these two words, Feng Xinglie was slightly taken aback. Even with her composure, she couldn't help but be filled with shock. They were actually people from Heavenly Fiends? In an instant, many unknown things finally became clear!

No wonder. No wonder they abandoned the Southern Domain; it turns out that Feng Xingying's arrival changed the power structure of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Fiends! She didn't know whether to laugh or cry; such coincidences do happen in this world.

It seems that the Southern Domain must be a part of the Heavenly Fiends existing in the world. Just as the Windwalking Shadow Sutra said, the entire power of the thirty-six tribes of the Heavenly Fiends was not truly under her control. Many of these calamities have already dispersed and developed, no longer willing to serve the Heavenly Fiends' lord, but instead desperately trying to accumulate power to deal with the Heavenly Fiends headquarters. There must be various constraints in this, making the Heavenly Fiends headquarters not so powerful, just like the enfeoffment of marquises and fiefdoms, which caused the vassal states to disobey the orders of the main state and plot to seize power.

To expand their power, the first thing they need is money. They must have been desperate, which is why they set their sights on Qingli's birthday gift. Unfortunately, Feng Xinglie's trick of stealing stars and changing the moon thwarted their plans.

Upon further reflection, Feng Xinglie sensed the danger posed by Tian Sha. Just how powerful were these thirty-six tribes? They even had vassal states. If they were merely considered a martial arts organization, that would be terrifying.

Before she could think any further, the Southern Prince coldly flung Jingyuan away. He gritted his teeth and roared hoarsely, "Choices, sacrifices? It's always this again? Why do we always have to sacrifice Hua'er? I already sacrificed my daughter once for our safe relocation. Every night, I hear Hua'er asking me again and again in my ear. Asking why her father forced her to her death, asking why she wouldn't go flying kites with Wang Qi anymore, asking why she wouldn't take her with her. Do you know? Do you know?"

His wrinkles instantly converged, and in a flash, tears streamed down his face as he roared madly, "I don't care about fame or fortune. I don't care about fate! I only want my daughter! I just want to see my daughter one more time, to say one more word to her. I just want to tell her that I didn't mean it, I only want you to be happy, I want you to be happy..."

The word "happiness" echoing from the chilling prison cell was utterly laughable, but of the three people present, who could possibly laugh?

Feng Xinglie felt a lump in her throat, a sudden surge of helplessness and sorrow rising within her. She thought of her father, who was now far away, and how they, too, would never see each other again…

Concealment, misunderstandings—why are there so many complicated relationships in this world? It is precisely because of these that so much misfortune has occurred. Feng Xinglie straightened her back, gently closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them again. All those insignificant emotions were withdrawn from her heart. At this moment, she was once again too sharp-edged.

With an open and honest glance, Feng Xinglie stated bluntly, "I am not Jinghua, and this body of mine is not Princess Jinghua."

"One-sided account? Why should I believe it?" The Southern King suddenly dodged, and the next moment, Feng Xinglie felt a weight on her shoulder as a hand as hard as a withered branch patted her shoulder, lifting her high into the air.

"Old monster, what do you want to do?" Feng Xinglie remained calm and composed in mid-air, gritting her teeth and shouting angrily. She was emotional, but it was by no means blind emotion! Sympathy was one thing, but being captured and used as a sacrifice was another.

A chilling laugh, like that of a ghost, escaped his lips: "The Azure Blood Eagle wouldn't act unless it encountered something like a ghost. Although it didn't cause your soul to leave your body, it still attacked you. This tells me that you and this body are not integrated; you are definitely not the master of this body! To deal with you, I have spared no expense to invite our clan's great shaman. He naturally has a way to extract your soul. As for whether Hua'er can return, don't worry about that. Just come with me obediently!"

With bloodshot eyes, the Southern King was probably already insane at this moment!

Feng Xinglie cursed loudly. He had remained unmoved during the Southern Kingdom's time, so why was he acting crazy now? He knew that the great shaman was no good person. As he pondered, he saw the Southern Kingdom's king dragging her towards the door. A glint of light flashed in Feng Xinglie's deep eyes. With a flick of his wrist, a long, thin, sharp black wire shot out and cut towards the Southern Kingdom's throat artery.

Jingyuan dared not approach the Southern Prince from a distance. Although he had been badly injured, he was not seriously hurt. Upon seeing Feng Xinglie suddenly attack, he couldn't help but warn, "Father, be careful!"

The Southern King clearly hadn't expected Feng Xinglie to still have a weapon even after his clothes had been changed. Caught off guard and unable to dodge, he had no choice but to release his grip on Feng Xinglie's hand at the last second. Fearing it might be poisoned, he dared not touch the thin thread, and was forced to leap back into the doorway. The black reins fell to the ground, revealing themselves to be a section of metal thread that was hard at both ends and soft in the middle, making it difficult to break.

Indeed, even her internal energy had been neutralized by drugs, and she might have been poisoned with some kind of slow-acting poison. Her clothes had been changed, and all her tools and weapons had been taken away. Unfortunately, no matter how carefully they searched, the few black strands tied in her hair were too well hidden and were not found by them at all.

Having a sufficient number of trump cards is essential to turning a dangerous situation into an opportunity.

Feng Xinglie leaped back easily and landed in the narrow passage outside the cell. He sneered at the father and son who were so angry that they were about to rush forward: "If you want to harm me, you'd better know your own strength. One wrong move and you lose the whole game. Although I disdain to punish you, I have to tell you that you have made more than one mistake!"

Upon hearing this, the two men's expressions changed drastically.

"What did you say?" Although Feng Xinglie's words were extremely arrogant, she usually didn't speak without reason. When the Southern Prince heard her say this, he also felt a sense of unease.

"Hmph, do you really think I'm holding nothing back? How foolish!" Feng Xinglie clicked his tongue, standing in the narrow passage, his smile growing deeper, but to the two men, it only made him seem more sinister.

"I've said it before, I, Feng Xinglie, am not stupid. If I didn't have enough resources and absolute certainty, why would I be so arrogant and presumptuous here? Do you think I'm really not afraid of death? Since I'm certain that you've come to steal the congratulatory gifts, how could I not give you a big gift in return?"

She smiled radiantly, her beautiful face glowing with charm, yet people wished they could rush forward and chop her up immediately.

Before he could finish the sentence, "What did you do...", the ground around him suddenly shook!

A sense of horror rose in the hearts of the two men, but this was only the first wave. Immediately afterwards, the entire world shook violently!

"Boom boom boom boom!" From the depths of the passage, a series of eerie yet loud explosions echoed continuously. The closer they got, the louder they became, and the entire area trembled violently under the terrifying waves of energy! The sturdy cells were on the verge of complete collapse under this bombardment.

The Southern Prince and his son felt the ground beneath their feet shaking incessantly, completely beyond their comprehension. With each tremor, the roof rocks collapsed a little more, and the surrounding area was filled with the incessant, chaotic explosions. Only now did the feeling of being trapped truly surge into their minds from the depths of their hearts.

The earth shook violently. In this cramped prison, they truly experienced the feeling of the end of the world.

The Southern King's memories were opened, and he was shocked to realize that Feng Xinglie seemed to have another weapon, the same weapon that had appeared at the banquet in the Western Qin Kingdom!

gunpowder!

Feng Xinglie's lips curled up, completely oblivious to the earth-shattering chaos within the room. The amount of gunpowder must have been precisely calculated; of course, it wouldn't affect her position.

"Feng Xinglie!" With a roar, a ferocious face appeared nearby in the blink of an eye! The Southern King gathered all his inner strength, like a sharp arrow shot from a fully drawn bow, using speed he had never used before. His five fingers formed a claw, and he grabbed at Feng Xinglie.

Without dodging or evading, Feng Xinglie simply leaned lazily against the wall with a cold smile, intently watching the person driven to madness approach him.

"Hmph!" The temperature in the air dropped abruptly with a cold snort, and a dark, bluish-black chain, resembling a miniature broom, suddenly flew out from the side. The Southern Prince was terrified and could only grab the curtain with one hand. The next moment, he let out a miserable howl!

As blood splattered, another dark figure slammed down, forcing the old body of the Southern Prince back into the narrow stone cell! With the massive boulder falling from above, the two Southern Princes had no time to escape and could only watch as the two figures behind the stone were slowly obscured by the heavy boulder.

Feng Xinglie's still arrogant and confident laughter rang out, bringing with it their final doubts.

"The gift box isn't just for stones. With such a large space, do you think it's difficult to make a hidden compartment to fit one or two people inside? After seeing a pile of stones, do you still have the interest to touch that box and discover its secrets? It's not that I have extraordinary abilities to find your hideout; it's that you yourselves exposed your headquarters..."

This was merely a cleverly laid trap to eliminate the local leader!

Chapter 102 The Gloss Has Gone

As the last crack closed, the narrow cell undoubtedly became a tomb. Although Feng Xinglie was the victor, her emotions were still very complicated. She was not as relaxed as she appeared amidst her wild laughter. A soft sigh echoed in the passageway.

"Seeing that person, I was even reminded of my father..."

Feng Xingying turned to look at Feng Xinglie, her icy aura melting unusually, and nodded in agreement: "Although he is my enemy, his feelings for his daughter do indeed remind me of a father. It's just that his actions are too foolish, far inferior to our father." In her life, Feng Xingying had no one she admired except for Feng Xinglie and her sisters. The only person she respected and loved was Feng Qing.

Feng Qing is undoubtedly a successful man, both in his career and in other aspects. Even Feng Xinglie's personal charm is largely inherited from this man.

"Don't worry, I'm not weak. I won't let emotions cloud my judgment. Perhaps I did sympathize with him. But he's an enemy of Tian Sha, and he kidnapped me. If I hadn't had a backup plan, my life would have been in danger. I'll do what I have to do. My sisters and I, the Feng family, have never been Guanyin Bodhisattvas." Feeling Feng Xingying's reassurance, Feng Xinglie turned around, his face now showing a calm expression. Successfully resolving the situation with this father and son was beneficial to both Tian Sha and their efforts to help Qing Li ascend the throne of Qing Kingdom.

The two sisters smiled at each other; their years of working together had given them a clear understanding of each other.

"Xiao Lie, we have completely destroyed this place as you instructed. I used gunpowder to blow up several checkpoints. This underground prison has already collapsed and will soon be completely destroyed. Let's get out of here quickly." Feng Xingying was still dressed in a black tight-fitting outfit, looking extremely cool.

"You don't want your Heavenly Fiend tribe anymore?" Feng Xinglie asked in confusion.

Youming, who had launched the attack that repelled the Southern King, stood aside and then laughed, "My lord, you underestimated Miss Ying. She subdued all the Southern tribes in this area in just two days. Now that the main force has withdrawn, only those who are willing to submit can leave; those who are unwilling have already been suppressed by Miss Ying's ruthless methods. With this show of force, no one dared to resist. They also underestimated the Heavenly Fiend Headquarters! Although the Southern tribes are one of the thirty-six Heavenly Fiend tribes and are independent, they have a lineage that has been passed down through generations and has connections with the Heavenly Fiend Headquarters. You wouldn't believe it, and even the Southern King himself had no idea that such a connection existed."

Feng Xinglie suddenly realized, secretly admiring him and shaking his head in awe: "So that's how it is. Starting by dividing them from within, making them submit to you from the inside out, is indeed a good method."

Feng Xingying's laughter was chilling, radiating the intense self-confidence that was a common trait among the women of the Feng family: "I only know that strength is the most important thing. If I didn't have gunpowder, if I didn't have the Heavenly Fiend's peerless martial arts manual, would they have given me a kind look? Hmph, only when we become strong will others look at you with respect. If you, Xiao Lie, are not strong enough, how will this world bear your mark? How can everything go smoothly? Just like this time, Ru Mu 2, if you hadn't arranged for us to secretly infiltrate their headquarters, I'm afraid it wouldn't have been so easy for us to escape."

"It's not difficult to get away now, but I'm really scared of facing Yu Xiang and the others..." Feng Xinglie thought of Ling Yu Xiang in a flash, and immediately groaned. This time, her kidnapping would probably drive him crazy again.

Although it was a pre-planned scheme for her to send Youming and Feng Xingying to hide in the birthday celebration, she did not tell Ling Yuxiang and Qingli. The two of them were outnumbered and outmatched in this underground palace prison, so they did not go out to scout in order not to alert the enemy. Although he was very fast, the underground palace was huge, and it would take some time to fully control it. From the time they were kidnapped until today, about ten days have passed. Ling Yuxiang and his family are probably going crazy searching for them on the surface.

"Hmph, it's your own fault for not telling your brother-in-law. You deserve whatever happens to you." Feng Xingying said sarcastically without any politeness: "Confess and you'll be treated leniently; resist and you'll be punished severely. You know where you went wrong."

"I...I'm just afraid they'll worry even more..." Feng Xinglie stammered softly, lacking confidence.

"And the result? The result is that they are more worried!" Feng Xingying rolled his eyes, then suddenly said in a deep voice, "Let's not talk about that for now. Xiao Lie, we found the person you asked me to find, but the situation is a bit complicated."

"A little pregnant?" Mo Xi's heart skipped a beat, and her voice trembled slightly.

"You should see for yourself. He's locked up in cell number eighteen, which is kind of like the eighteenth level of hell. What I mean by 'bad' isn't his current condition, but the chains binding his feet. Those chains are as hard as steel, and the key has long been lost. This place is about to be destroyed, and we don't have much time. I'm afraid we won't be able to get him out of here." Feng Xingying gave Feng Xinglie a strange look, narrowed his eyes, but didn't say anything.

Before she could finish speaking, Feng Xinglie's figure had already darted away like the wind. At this moment, she had no internal energy, but she moved very quickly.

“Miss Ying, we…”

“Let’s wait here. Even if we go, we can’t stop Xiao Lie. No one can stop her from doing what she wants.” Feng Xingying frowned, muttering to herself, “That man… is so much like the Xiao Lie of the past. Perhaps that’s why she can’t let go…”