Chen Jiahe was sitting in a private room in a restaurant of a hotel in the capital of Tiannan Province. She had been staying in this hotel recently. She looked as if she was avoiding certain people or disasters, but in fact she was waiting for someone.
Chen Jiahe contacted Fengdu through the method given by that person, and said that he wanted to use the location of a Fengwu tree in exchange for an inheritance that could directly cultivate to the third level. The third level inheritance belonged to the bloodline of the Luan bird, and according to legend, it only existed in the Youdu Fairy Island.
Chen Jiahe said that she used her identity as a member of the Cultivation Alliance to join an organization. Recently, that organization was destroyed. She accidentally obtained the legacy left by this underground supernatural organization and fled back to the country. Among the legacy was a Fengwu fruit, which awakened a trace of Fengluan bloodline and enabled her to embark on the journey of cultivation.
Fengwu is the habitat of the phoenix. Wherever Fengwu appears, there will at least be mythical beasts such as the Luan bird. The location of this sacred tree is basically equivalent to a third-level inheritance in value.
Chen Jiahe's excuses and reasons can almost be described as half true and half false, which is consistent with some recent events in the underground forces. There is basically nothing wrong with it. At most, it can only be regarded as some luck. However, the group of people who formed the Hong Kong Cultivation Alliance at that time, none of them was not a person of great luck.
Fengdu did not refuse and agreed to her request, perhaps because of their past friendship, or perhaps he just wanted to obtain the Fengwu tree and the legendary Luan bird.
Chen Jiahe held the glass and looked out the window, swaying the red wine in the glass with a deep gaze. He suddenly recalled two years ago. Everything that happened in the past two years may have been a series of opportunities and the arrival of a great era for others.
But for Chen Jiahe, it was like a nightmare.
If there was no chance at the beginning, if there was nothing to gain, Chen Jiahe might be willing to be an ordinary person.
But just one wrong choice made her miss the opportunity to stand at the pinnacle of the world. She watched as her former companions and friends became legendary figures, worshipped as gods by others.
And no one remembered that she was once one of those people. She was just a little bit, just a little bit away from being able to stand at the top like those people and look down on everyone.
But the reality is that those who once stood by her side have long since soared into the sky, while she has become so humble that she cannot see their shadows even if she holds her head high.
Even though she begged, longed, and roared like an ant, she did not receive the slightest response.
She once brought Lu Zhou and Zhang Heming to seek Zhang Heming's help, but after months of begging, she never even saw Zhang Heming. Jia Yi even spoke with contempt because of Zhu Liu's death.
"If people like you can also practice cultivation, then what is the sacrifice of Zhu Liu and I? What is Zhu Liu's death? Why did we endure the ordeal of life and death?"
"Get out of here!"
Then they were thrown out of the temple in humiliation. Even though they knelt outside the temple for several days, they were not seen again. Qingyang only met them once and said that he was powerless, and never saw them again. Fengdu was even more elusive. They didn't even have the qualifications to contact each other.
Only at this moment did they feel the difference between heaven and earth. The gap was so big that they didn't even have the strength to hate, resent, or be resentful.
This is the gap between the gods and Buddhas who are high above and the ants on the ground.
Anger, shame, simmering jealousy.
In the end, even Lu Zhou joined the Investigation Bureau and became one of the top three alchemists and weapon refiners in the world. His name as an alchemist was famous throughout the extraordinary world. Chang De also entered the Mountain and Sea Realm and became a god, ranking among the first on the List of Gods.
At this time, the strong jealousy, anger, and unwillingness fermented into intense hatred. This hatred grew stronger with every rumor heard about them and every video seen on the Supernatural Forum, just like strong liquor, becoming stronger day by day.
"Why?"
Thinking of this, Chen Jiahe couldn't help but suddenly exert force in the hand holding the cup, and the cup was crushed in an instant. The broken glass cut into the palm of his hand, soaked with blood, and his pretty face instantly turned into an extremely hideous existence.
At that moment, one actually felt a sense of beauty as if a beautiful existence was destroyed in an instant.
Chen Jiahe pulled out the fragments on her hands piece by piece. She felt no pain, but instead an intense pleasure. As the glass fragments were pulled out, the wounds on her hands healed quickly. The powerful recovery ability of the Fengluan bloodline was fully demonstrated at this moment.
Chen Jiahe didn't cry, but laughed instead.
Looking at her own slender, white hands, and her increasingly beautiful figure, she said, "Ah! This is the extraordinary person!"
The happiness in that smile, the burst of gain after several years, made her intoxicated and lost. Even though the price she paid for this power might be so great that she couldn't imagine it, she still couldn't refuse it.
"What are you laughing at?"
At this moment, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded from the opposite side. Chen Jiahe looked up and saw the man who had appeared in her dreams thousands of times sitting opposite her at the table.
Fengdu was wearing the most ordinary jacket and jeans, and looked no different from an ordinary young man on the street. The only difference was his unique temperament brought about by long-term isolation from ordinary people and monastic life, and his long black hair tied in a ponytail behind his head.
Chen Jiahe was stunned. This was the first time she had seen Fengdu in the past two years. She put her hand down with a faint smile on her face: "Nothing, I just think that becoming a transcendent is really... great!"
Fang Xiu looked at her faint smile, sat quietly for a long time, then sighed and said: "You know what? I still like the way you wear glasses!"
“Clean, bookish, and just like us back then, full of curiosity and passion.”
Chen Jiahe asked, "Is it different now?"
Fang Xiu nodded: "Everything is different, everyone is different!"
Chen Jiahe covered his mouth and laughed uncontrollably, and said as if chatting with a friend: "People always change!"
Fang Xiu looked up at Chen Jiahe, a trace of disappointment appeared on his face: "Yes! People always change!"
"It's just... I didn't expect it to turn out like this."
Chen Jiahe was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that Fengdu's expression seemed to see through something. He retracted his arm in panic, and then hurriedly said: "Fengdu, it's been so long since we last met, let's not talk about those sad things!"
"Let me first talk about my recent changes..."
Fang Xiu looked at her quietly and suddenly spoke in spirit language, as if avoiding some monitoring device: "You have joined the Master Gospel Society. At this moment, the real controller of the Master Gospel Society, Witch Mary, is watching me from a distance. At the bottom of the building, there is a formation constructed by a large number of magic stones."
"The Berserker Aaron is here too! Well, there's also a werewolf Bran, is he trying to avenge his brother Albert?"
"With so much preparation and three level three experts, it's really a big event!"
Fang Xiu chuckled, which seemed to be filled with ridicule for this ridiculous scene, mockery of this life drama of enemies turning against each other: "Haha, no matter how many of them want me dead, I have nothing to say."
"It's just Chen Jiahe! Why do you want me to die too?"
"Have I ever done anything wrong to you in Fengdu?"
Chen Jiahe didn't expect that the other party's foolproof layout, which he had spent a lot of money to prepare for, was so foolproof that it was seen through by Fengdu so quickly.
She stood up suddenly, panic and fear showing on her face, her expression changing constantly, and finally she burst into laughter, covering her mouth with the back of her hand while laughing.
There was pride in that laughter, the pleasure of having pressure released, and the joy of watching a once high-ranking companion about to die.
"Hahahaha! That's right, this is a trap! A trap to kill you!"
"So what? You're already in the game! It's too late now!"
"More than a dozen extraordinary organizations and third-level extraordinary people from the three major forces have blocked all your escape routes, and the underground formation has also been activated!"
"It's too late! Fengdu!"
She looked at Fengdu, her eyes seeming to want to see despair, panic and fear, or even anger and hatred of betrayal in Fengdu's eyes.
But Fang Xiu just looked at her quietly, without the slightest fluctuation in his eyes.
At this moment, he seemed not like a character entering the stage, but a audience member below the stage, silently watching everything that Chen Jiahe did.
That kind of emotion that was calm to the core made Chen Jiahe even angrier, and it made her feel like a clown.
"Why?" Fengdu asked, as if he really couldn't understand her behavior, or maybe he understood it but still wanted to ask.
"Why! Why?" Chen Jiahe suddenly became furious and roared with all her might. The first sentence was just a repetition, but the latter part turned into a strong rhetorical question. Her beautiful face was tangled up, and the veins on her neck bulged.
Chen Jiahe was so excited that her whole body was shaking. The endless pressure in her eyes seemed to have found an outlet. She shouted at Fengdu with all her might: "Why did you all become legendary immortals, strong men, and extraordinary people one by one?"
"And I can only watch you from above, looking down at me."
"What's the difference between me and you? How can I be inferior to you? Ah!"
"Tell me! Tell me! What is the basis for this?"
Chen Jiahe yelled angrily: "Why?"
The angry roar attracted the attention of the entire building. A waiter immediately ran to the box, and many customers outside also looked over here.
At this moment, the magic circle under the ground suddenly activated, and a fierce blood-red light rushed up along the ground, enveloping the entire building with a bang.
A blood-red beam of light shot up into the sky, shook, and dyed the sky of the city red.
The other party acted ahead of schedule, and the magic circle was not activated as scheduled. The power enveloped Chen Jiahe and Fang Xiu in the building, as well as everyone in the hotel.