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Chapter 197: The Story of the Island Country

Just as she was about to move, a wooden stick suddenly flew out with a soft whoosh. THUD. The stick struck Qin Feng squarely on the forehead.

Qin Feng, still holding his knife in a killing stance, saw his vision go black before he collapsed to the ground.

When she turned her head, she saw Chen Yan standing in the shade of the trees. He didn’t speak or show himself, simply standing silently to the side, ready to provide help when Shen Zhiyao needed it.

The explicit scene wasn’t something she could broadcast, so she could only make an excuse. "Oh! My phone’s about to die, and I still need to contact the film crew. I’m going to end the stream for now."

[Don’t go! I really want to know what happens next.]

[Streamer, let us see Meng Xiaoxiao! I want to know if she’s safe.]

[Please, I’m begging you! Let us see Xiao Xiao!]

Shen Zhiyao ignored them and ended the stream.

The sea breeze blew past, carrying with it the thick stench of blood.

Meng Xiaoxiao stood amidst the carnage, her clothes in disarray and her expression dazed. Her entire body was glowing with a golden light, and for a moment, it was impossible to tell what she was doing.

Shen Zhiyao said coldly, "They’re all dead. Stop controlling the bell."

The next second, Meng Xiaoxiao’s eyes returned to normal. She blinked and sat down on the ground. "Damn, you could even tell."

Having consumed a vast amount of Spiritual Power, she was drained of strength. She sat on a pile of corpses, looking up at Shen Zhiyao with a pitiful expression.

"Yaoyao, thank you for helping me. If you hadn’t helped me modify the formation, I probably would have died..." She crawled over with a smile, wanting to tug on Shen Zhiyao’s skirt.

Shen Zhiyao took several steps back, saying with disgust, "Don’t touch me. You’re filthy."

Meng Xiaoxiao pouted. "Such a clean freak... Anyway, they all deserved to die. You’ll have to be my witness later. I won’t wash off the blood just yet. It’ll be harder to explain things if I do."

Shen Zhiyao pointed toward the distant sea, where several search and rescue boats were floating on the surface.

"They all think you’re dead. They’re out there dredging the water for you. But you? You staged this whole drama. It’s more exciting than any TV series you’ve ever starred in!"

The sea wind howled, whipping her long hair about and blowing the smile from Meng Xiaoxiao’s face.

"I didn’t want to kill them, but they deserved to die!"

As Meng Xiaoxiao looked at the unconscious Qin Feng and the corpse beneath him, a monstrous hatred ignited on her face.

"How could I not take my revenge? They’re of the Demon Clan; they can live for many years. If I don’t kill them, they’ll never die! The crimes they committed... I could never forgive them in my entire life!"

"Let me tell you a story." She smiled again. "It’s about me. It’s the secret I’ve buried deep in my heart..."

The story was a long one, and it began several decades ago...

「Seventy years ago」, the demons in the village were just taking shape. But the country had forbidden outsiders from entering, so the Fox Demons all made a living by fishing.

Their Cultivation was low, so they couldn’t even use the most basic Spells.

The sea was rough and the waves were fierce. Back then, the fishing boats were small and dilapidated, and Fox Demons would often die when their boats capsized.

One day, a handsome young man ran into trouble at sea and was swept away by the waves.

Just as he was about to die, he encountered an Immortal flying on her sword, who rescued him from the churning sea.

The beginning of a story is always so beautiful, just like in a fairy tale.

Once ashore, the fisherman finally got a clear look at the woman. She wore a bluish-purple dress and held a white sword. It was obvious at a glance that her Cultivation was very high.

Droplets of water trickled from her hair, landing on her bluish-purple skirt. She looked pure and captivating.

She didn’t understand why a demon would fall into the water and be unable to save himself, nor why his clothes were so tattered.

She simply stared blankly at the man propped up on the ground, observing his every move.

That was the first time the fisherman had improper thoughts about the woman.

To thank the woman for saving his life, he brought her back to his home, bought her many beautiful clothes, and took care of her three meals a day.

Since she had no name, the man called her "A zi."

A zi was a descendant of the Phoenix and Peacock clans, with half-Phoenix blood in her veins.

In the End of Dharma Era, ordinary members of the Demon Clan were no different from ordinary humans.

But A zi was different. With her half-Phoenix bloodline, her Cultivation from the moment of her birth was a great deal higher than that of an ordinary demon.

A zi had lived on a mountain her entire life; this was her first time coming down from it.

When she pulled the fisherman from the sea, it was her first time ever coming into contact with another member of the Demon Clan.

During the time she stayed in the village, all the villagers worshiped her as a goddess.

Whatever fine food or drink they had, they would offer it to her first.

In that era, household registration wasn’t so important, and Qin Feng gave A zi the largest building in the village to live in.

In return, A zi’s task was to rescue any villager who fell into the water.

As time went on, A zi grew weary of it, and her desire to leave became increasingly strong.

So, she condensed her Spiritual Power into a blue stone and left it for the people of the Island Country. It was meant to help them with their Cultivation, and of course, the stone could also be used to protect them.

At first, the people were deeply moved, so grateful they would have given their lives for her.

But later, the villagers’ desires grew, and so did A zi’s urge to leave.

Large groups of villagers began to do everything they could to stop her from leaving. They posted guards outside her door and set up a massive formation on the ceiling to prevent A zi from using her Spells.

Every day, they would draw a little of her Spiritual Power.

Later, they decided that what A zi was giving was still not enough.

So Qin Feng led a group of men to lock A zi in the basement. Every day, he would personally extract what the villagers wanted from her and sell it for a huge profit.

They soon realized A zi’s true value and began to ruthlessly drain her dry.

For the Island Country, those ten years were a decade of glory.

But for A zi, those ten years were an inferno.

After ten years, Qin Feng realized that if they continued to drain her like this, A zi’s Spiritual Power would eventually be depleted. So he called the men of the village, one by one...

They didn’t stop until A zi was pregnant. They only wanted her to give birth to the child so that it could continue providing Spiritual Power for the villagers.

But A zi had already foreseen this. Using the last ounce of her life force, she transferred her thousand years of power to Meng Xiaoxiao and threw her out of the basement.

Before she died, A zi told Meng Xiaoxiao, "Don’t hate them. Go! Fly to a wider world and never, ever come back..."

"No! Mom, wake up! Please, wake up!"

When A zi died, her entire body was covered in wounds, and she wasn’t even wearing a single decent piece of clothing.

Her eyes had been gouged out, leaving only black sockets. The flesh had been sliced from her limbs piece by piece, revealing the terrifying white bone beneath.

She lay by the small basement window, forced to watch as her mother died.

Her mother’s dying words stabbed into her heart like a knife.

From that moment on, she swore an oath: she would avenge her mother, no matter what.

But to her dismay, just as she was about to leave, a crowd of villagers discovered her and tried to capture her.

Fortunately, she was fast enough that the villagers couldn’t catch her.

Before she left, she left the villagers with a parting promise: "One day, I will return, and I will slaughter every last one of you!"

While A zi lived, the Island Country experienced its most glorious decade.

When A zi was gone, the Island Country returned to tranquility...