Chapter 2, Calamity Descends from the Sky

Xiang Su felt that it seemed to be raining again, and Jin Zhan, who usually had a sharp tongue, was no different now, suddenly piercing through all the pain she had buried deep in her heart. She wanted to cry, wanted to retort, but found herself too exhausted to do so

Xiang Su unleashed the last burst of spiritual power, determined to retaliate with the most venomous words, even at the cost of her life

As dawn approached, the rain finally ceased

He has arrived... I do not wish to see him now..." The youth's expression was weary, and in a daze, he called for the clouds and walked away in a state of disarray

Bai Zhicao was passing by and, upon hearing Xiang Su's words, let out a cold snort, "Is it that the Empress said the outside is very lively, which has stirred you up?"

Xiang Su felt for the first time that Bai Zhi Cao knew too much, and it was quite annoying. Just as she was about to say a few words to him, she suddenly heard an extremely sharp whistle in the air. At first, it seemed to be coming from a distance, but in an instant, the sound was very close. Lingze Mountain was surrounded by auspicious energy, protecting a radius of one hundred miles, making it impossible for fierce beasts and ferocious birds to approach. Such a domineering and powerful long howl was something that not only Xiang Su had never heard before, but even Bai Zhi Cao was left dumbfounded, looking up towards the source of the sound.

The迎春花, with its heart and soul shattered, trembles as its withered branches look around, uncertain from which direction the Kunpeng will swoop in.

Jin Zhan knew that she could not delay any longer, and immediately used her spiritual power to activate the Bi Yu Cheng, "Xiang Su, you must hold on!"

"Your Majesty! Please forgive Xiang Su for her youth and ignorance! She is the last remaining little spirit of Lingze Mountain!" Bai Zhi Cao, who is quite soft-hearted, knelt down, and the mountain god of Lingze Mountain is considered a significant figure in the Three Realms, so how could this be so embarrassing? Your Majesty? Which Your Majesty? Aren't there only the Five Sovereigns of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth? Could it be the Heavenly Emperor? Xiang Su took a breath, relying on her disdain for Bai Zhi Cao. Unexpectedly, Jin Zhan also knelt down with a face full of restraint, although he did not utter any words of plea. Could it be the Heavenly Emperor? Xiang Su took a breath, relying on her disdain for Bai Zhi Cao. Unexpectedly, Jin Zhan also knelt down with a face full of restraint, although he did not utter any words of plea.

The forsythia lay prostrate on the ground, having sustained considerable injury, weeping incessantly. Fortunately, she could still scold while crying, which reassured Xiang Su that it was likely not a serious matter. After a while, the forsythia asked, "Su Bing, don't you think the name Dong Tian Yun sounds a bit familiar?"

It turned out to be raining ... A very dull and indifferent rain. Xiang Su had grown accustomed to the sound of rain pattering on the surrounding plants and leaves, but now it silently merged into the soil beneath her feet, making her feel particularly desolate and cold.

Jin Zhan did not speak, and Bai Zhi Cao intervened, saying: "Your Highness, Sister has something to discuss..."

The hundred knowledge grass stumbled down from the clouds, "Your Highness, sister, you guessed correctly, it is to throw the third sword of the refining into the mountain." He was almost voiceless, neither crying nor laughing.

The "black cloud" is a fierce bird of prey that Xiang Su and the others do not recognize, resembling an eagle or a Kunpeng. With a single flap of its enormous wings, it stirs up a whirlwind, causing Xiang Su to tumble back and forth in the wind, leaving hardly any leaves behind. The black cloud quickly swept over the mountain peak, and the sky instantly brightened. The Baizhi grass, which had been blown to the ground and rolled far away, suddenly screamed: "It is the Kunpeng, the Kunpeng of the Eastern Sky!"

Here we go again! Xiang Su is practically gritting her teeth, is Dong Tianyun and his bird ever going to stop? If this continues for a while longer, not to mention the delicate forsythia, even a tree spirit like her won't be able to withstand it

She had clearly decided to be called Xiang Su, yet the name "Su Bing" became popular among the various spirits of Lingze Mountain, and they would mischievously call her Su Bing as if it were the greatest amusement.

The Kunpeng quickly transformed into a black dot on the horizon; had it not been for the desolate vegetation of Lingze Mountain, it would seem as if it had never appeared at all

Jin Zhan ignored him, while Xiang Su felt that he performed admirably! He did not lose his composure, and was much more composed than Bai Zhi Cao.

Xiang Su never imagined that her companions would die. The flowers, plants, and trees, especially those on Lingze Mountain, seemed to embody longevity. "Bai Zhi grass! Xiao Liu! Zhu Yu!" She did not know how she suddenly found the strength to shout at the top of her lungs, as if the remaining fragments of her spirit had erupted in a concentrated burst. Yet, there was still silence all around; no one responded to her. Were they all dead? ... Those spirits that had accompanied each other, like family, in an instant ...? ... Were they all dead? Those spirits that had accompanied each other, like family, in an instant ...? ... Were they all dead?

Xiang Su remained silent in despair ... . ... Even Lingze Mountain has perished

The Qing Sui Emperor listened, remained silent for a long time, and suddenly forced a bitter smile, "It is my karmic retribution, it is all my fault"

The ordinary flowers and plants around them, which had been blown down and broken, suddenly began to sway wildly as a gust of sinister wind swept in out of nowhere

Xiang Su gazed at the forsythia for a long time, feeling exhausted and numb. Bai Zhi Cao had once said that the Wood Spirit Realm is different from other spirit realms; there is no survival of the fittest, and all the celestial spirits and strange beings depend on and accompany each other. She had never been alone before; Ling Ze Mountain was a lively place, so the current desolation was particularly unbearable for her

The branches felt somewhat cool, and Xiang Su thought she had "cried," because Bai Zhi Cao had said that once one takes on a human form, words of sorrow would bring forth tears.

Yet the tone remains flat and unchanging, resonating through the hearts of Xiang Su and Jin Zhan: little sprite, green and foolish lad, bald tree...

The sky was serene, with flowing clouds moving gently, devoid of any ominous signs. The spirits of the mountain had just begun to relax when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, a thunderclap descended from the heavens. Xiang Su saw a thick, murky black mist disperse the white clouds, plummeting towards the peak of Lingze Mountain at a terrifying speed. Before she could react, the entire mountain shook violently with a loud roar. Xiang Su felt excruciating pain throughout her body, as if a saw had abruptly severed her roots, causing a heart-wrenching agony that pierced to the bone, scattering her consciousness.

She is still in that state. She does not take care of her own little quirks, but instead relies on a naive young man... It would be better to simply cut off this bald tree.

The sound of wings flapping suddenly echoed overhead, not as if it were coming from afar, but rather as if it had appeared out of thin air. "Kid, what are you doing?"

The dark shadow approached swiftly, its massive form resembling a heavy, dark cloud. Xiang Su was left dumbfounded, her ears filled with the astonished cries of those around her. The dark cloud moved at an incredible speed, and just as one piercing howl ceased, another erupted. This howl was alarmingly close to Lingze Mountain, its sharp and high-pitched sound sweeping through the surroundings like a fierce wind, nearly blowing Xiang Su and the other flower spirits and tree monsters off their feet. The flowers on Xiang Su's branches were all shaken off by this shrill cry. Her thoughts came to a standstill, and Xiang Su could only repeatedly think in her mind: What is happening? ... The dark cloud had already enveloped the peak of Lingze Mountain, completely obscuring the daylight, plunging everything into an eternal night. She was 'infected' by the迎春花 (Yingchun flower) and, rather shamefully, burst into tears from fear. Previously, when the Dragon God had quarreled with the Empress Sister, there had been three days and nights of torrential rain at the foot of Lingze Mountain, but it was not as terrifying as this.

In the green years, she clenched her palm, then released it. Within a beautiful green light, an artifact resembling a small plate emerged. She carelessly tossed it to Jin Zhan, saying, "Take this and transfer the entire small pastry into it. Be sure to remember not to let it touch even a speck of the soil from Lingze Mountain... This soil carries the essence of Jifeng and Bilian, which is like poison to the small pastry." As she spoke of the soil from Lingze Mountain having turned toxic, Qing Sui's voice became low and mournful, causing Bai Zhi Cao to burst into tears. "You must be even more careful not to injure her roots; the small pastry is already very weak, and even the slightest harm may be too much for her to endure."

By the time she regained her consciousness, the sky had already darkened, and a profound silence enveloped the surroundings. The dust had yet to settle, filling the air with a strong smell of soot, rendering everything indistinct.

Xiang Su felt that she was on the brink of losing her mind, yet she could still vaguely see her surroundings, devoid of any unexpected luck. The mountains were filled with broken trees and withered branches, and the auspicious aura that once lingered in the mountains had completely dissipated, leaving only a dead, desolate mountain. The forsythia lay at her feet, its withered leaves covered in dust. Not only she, but also the companions that Xiang Su could see had been rendered filthy by a night of dust and rain... They were all dead, transformed into the most ordinary flowers, grasses, and trees, withered and decayed. The forsythia lay at her feet, its withered leaves covered in dust. Not only she, but also the companions that Xiang Su could see had been rendered filthy by a night of dust and rain... They were all dead, transformed into the most ordinary flowers, grasses, and trees, withered and decayed.

When the Qing Sui Emperor and Jin Zhan fell beside her, Xiang Su did not struggle or speak, and even ceased to feel sad. She did not want to recount her terrifying experiences; she believed that by remaining silent like this, soon she would be able to be together with Ying Chun Hua and the others again.

Jin Zhan held the Bi Yu pot and said coldly: "Eastern sky clouds." Who else, besides him, could make Qing Sui avoid him?

The Bi Yu Cauldron? ! I ... ... '' Jin Zhan frowned, as he had only recently taken on human form, his magical power was not high, and he was not confident in his ability to manipulate the divine artifact Bi Yu Cauldron of the Si Mu.

His voice was already arrogant and indifferent, and a person... sat on a large black bird, too high to see its features. This black bird resembled a "Kunpeng" shrunk several hundred times, its size no larger than that of two human bodies, yet its fierce gaze remained the same, sending a chill down Xiang Su's spine. The light golden corners of Dong Tianyun's robe hung down, seemingly adorned with intricate and luxurious patterns. His hair was very black and long, left unbound, and as the black bird flapped its wings, the tips of his hair and the corners of the robe fluttered slightly.

Qing Sui! Jin Zhan is somewhat anxious, "Let's save Xiao Zhi first, if we delay any longer, she won't be able to endure it."

The forsythia? The forsythia? She felt that her spiritual awareness was very weak, making it extremely difficult to call out

"You wretched birdman! It is you who has brought calamity upon Lingze Mountain!" Xiang Suqi felt weak and, having only learned a few curse words, found herself at a loss in this moment.

The little crisp cookies are still here! The voice of the Qing Sui Emperor was very hoarse, and the tone of surprise sounded as if he was choked with emotion

Xiang Su had already experienced a decline in spiritual awareness, and despite his efforts to cooperate with Jin Zhan, upon hearing the shout of Bai Zhi Cao, he had no choice but to open his eyes and glare at this great enemy.

East... East Sky Cloud! Bai Zhi Cao let out a scream.

Bai Zhicao stood up from the ground in a daze, "I must quickly report to Her Majesty the Empress. " To settle the score and demand compensation... or perhaps not.

The迎春花 did not respond, and what was even more terrifying was that香苏 could not sense her spiritual awareness! ... For the tree spirit flower fairy, the disappearance of spiritual awareness ... meant withering away.

The black bird of Dongtianyun suddenly dropped down a distance of 10 feet, almost touching the ground. He squinted at the stubborn bald tree, remaining silent.

"What about the pine cones?" Dong Tianyun's tone was flat, yet it tugged at one's heartstrings. Xiang Su could hardly contain herself; how could this person speak in a manner more unpleasant than a golden zhan? It made one want to hit him. Of course, this was limited to mere thoughts, as she had never witnessed what abilities he possessed, but she always felt that he was not someone to be trifled with.

Bai Zhicao quickly untied the water bottle from his waist, which contained the spirit pool water he had previously stored that was free from demonic energy. Pouring it onto the root of Xiang Su, she immediately felt an unparalleled sweetness and barely managed to catch her breath.

The golden cup seems to have moved around a bit, and the sound is also muffled, "Fortunately, she was born in the place closest to the spiritual pool"

Is youth synonymous with ignorance... All of Dong Tianyun's expressions were merely a slight squint, with long eyelashes half-closed, causing Xiang Su to feel a wave of trepidation.

The hundred knowledge grass is still crying, "Who has come?"

Xiang Su, filled with ambition, said, "Do everything to the fullest, leave the rest to fate, I must strive for it all."

death

Xiang Su was already on the brink of death, yet he was still somewhat shaken by Dong Tianyun's imposing presence. There were no attendants, nor was there any visible expression, but just the robe and hair alone exuded a sense of oppression. When he referred to Jin Zhan as "kid," his tone was clearly devoid of any fluctuation, yet it was arrogantly infuriating. In his dying moments, Xiang Su speculated about what Dong Tianyun's true form might be. Observing him riding a bird, he guessed it was either a phoenix or a peacock. In his dying moments, Xiang Su speculated about what Dong Tianyun's true form might be. Observing him riding a bird, he guessed it was either a phoenix or a peacock

Not feeling it! Xiang Su hated it deeply; firstly, she had a strong aversion to the master of the monstrous creature, and secondly, she was naturally poor at remembering names. While the other spirits pretended to call each other by their flowery names, she always referred to them as "Yingchun Flower" and "Zhuyucao." Her name "Subing" became an overnight sensation, which also raised suspicions of retaliation from the crowd

Xiang Su shook the bare branches and cried out in anger: "Kunpeng? Which bastard raised it?!" From the tone, it seemed that this monstrous creature actually had an owner. The master capable of raising such a ferocious beast couldn't be any better, probably a reckless evil spirit. "Quickly report to the Empress, let her settle the score and demand compensation!" What has become of the once beautiful Lingze Mountain? It is now littered with withered flowers and fallen willows, filled with cries of sorrow and resentment, where is the semblance of a blessed immortal mountain? "Quickly report to the Empress, let her settle the score and demand compensation!" What has become of the once beautiful Lingze Mountain? It is now littered with withered flowers and fallen willows, filled with cries of sorrow and resentment, where is the semblance of a blessed immortal mountain?

Xiang Su has been practicing diligently lately, to the point that her neighbor, Yingchunhua, could not help but comfort her, saying: "Su Bing, don't push yourself so hard. The daffodils bloom early; it's just that their feng shui is good."

The raindrops brought down the smoke and dust, making the air murky and not sweet at all. Xiang Su habitually went to drink from the nearby spirit pool—the water in the pool had completely lost its spiritual essence, becoming bland and slightly bitter

"Xiang Su..." Jin Zhan called out to her, the familiar tone making Xiang Su feel a wave of sadness. Previously, whenever she heard him speak, she would feel defiant and even argue with him, so carefree. "Ling Ze Mountain still relies on us to restore its former appearance, do not give up. Even if you are clumsy, you can still contribute in some way."