The Celestial Phoenix Has Too Much Lust-Chapter 47: We Will Not Die

Ni Ni Layan could not believe what she had heard either, but she was in such agony from the Yin energy that she was unable to even move her facial muscles.

Yet, behind those frozen features, she was shocked by the system and stared at the description of the item named The Orchestra Tape.

{Description: The composer of this piece suffered from severe hearing loss while writing it... Through his hands, life transformed into melodies in another world. This was one of the most famous tunes in all of history, for Fate itself is its protagonist.}

Ni Ni Layan did not know what any of this meant, so she was stunned. She thought she was truly finished, as she didn’t understand half of the terminology here.

But she decided to take the risk; she only knew that melodies were used in parties. She decided she would only lose when she had lost everything—even if the item seemed useless.

But the previous "performance" made her look again. Yes, these are the melodies of life.

At the same time, the Elders and their followers stood in silence after hearing this music. They felt enlightenment when they heard that piece... After hearing it, no ordinary sound could satisfy them anymore.

When the piece ended, the enlightenment ceased, but at that moment, the Elders looked at their spiritual energy—which had surged in the short time they spent listening to that melody.

Simply put, this was more than magic. Those who already possess a high level of cultivation understand well the value of enlightenment.

The entire cultivation world would go mad if they discovered that music could trigger enlightenment.. This was never something they should ignore.

They were, in fact, facing something far greater than their understanding.

Their gazes of respect toward Ni Ni Layan rose.

Just moments ago, they were looking at her as a mere tool... but a simple thing had made them change their perspective entirely.

The Elders also felt that her Yin aura was becoming more violent. They were simply too weak to understand the nature of this energy. It resembled Yin, but while everyone possesses Yin, this energy was unlike any Yin they had ever known.

What do they even know.. They are fools..

But Ni Ni Layan appeared to be in a very bad state right before their eyes... it seemed as if her entire body was on the verge of being completely invaded by Yin.

"This is extremely dangerous... usually, it is just physical lust, but with this girl, Yin is invading her entire body. We must act now!"

The warriors looked at each other and then at Ni Ni Layan.

"No problem, we can sacrifice ourselves... My Lady can have all the Yang she desires."

They were about to strip off their clothes, but for a moment, they met her gaze. Beneath her heavy eyelids, a fierce pair of eyes was hidden—eyes that pierced their souls with a cold chill.

She was giving them lethal looks; if anyone dared approach her, she would end them. Ni Ni Layan was furious at this behavior. No man would touch her, no matter who he was. Who were they to even dare touch a Phoenix?

Even if they did, their Yang was weaker in every sense of the word than Morse’s Solar Yang... He was the only one who could save her. Even her own Phoenix-specific Yang was barely able to balance her body now.

Her True Qi began to transform entirely into Yin. If this continued, she would become a physical entity of the Yin element that anyone could absorb.

"Morse...i need Morse..."

She said this in a weak voice... she couldn’t continue.

The Elders stood speechless, staring at Ni Ni Layan as the Yin energy froze her from the inside out.

The Elders quickly stood on their feet. Panicking, they looked at the warriors standing motionless before them and screamed in their faces:

"Go now, quickly... before they kill them!"

The warriors who had betrayed the Elder had already ordered his elimination after his battle with Morse ended, as Morse would surely come and attack Elder Byeong. The Elder’s plans had been clear to them from the start due to spies among his disciples; everything had been calculated to eliminate him and seize all the benefits.

But the equation had changed completely.

The warriors breached the roof and crossed to the outside to catch up with Elder Byeong and the rest before they could be killed.

Outside...

Slash!

The shadowy form of a sword reflected the brown aura of the warriors. The warriors chasing the Elder were thrusting their swords toward Morse and the Elder, who had been wounded in his shoulder and was now bleeding. As for the rest of the strikes, they were repelled by Morse’s aura, which burned them away.

The warriors were using talismans to fire Qi projectiles in sharp forms. The Elder had no other choice.

"You scoundrels... I will never forgive you!"

His energy was rapidly draining.. He was forced to use his last talisman paper, pushing himself violently one last time in hopes of losing them and escaping, as he could not fight, especially in this condition.

"Old man... don’t take a life longer than your own, just die! Are you afraid of death now? See, you are actually afraid in a way you never expected... Run! Run more!"

Ling was laughing maniacally as he watched the Elder flee with the talisman. He began burning more of his energy to catch him; he was enjoying this sight immensely.

He was on the verge of killing a Nascent Soul cultivator while he was only at the Soul Palace stage—a magnificent achievement. He would demand to take the Elder’s head after killing him to hang it in his room.

Elder Byeong felt it, suspended in the air after a long, long life.

Yes, this was the end... the Grim Reaper he had been fleeing from his entire life. He felt his breath being pulled out of him.

The talisman in his hand disintegrated and vanished into thin air; his palm was now completely empty. He laughed from the depths of his soul—a simple, dry laugh—as he felt his body betraying him now.

"Heh... heh... cough cough... Morse... I am dying... I knew it. Eternal life... it is slipping away... cough."

He began spitting out blood now, stumbling through the air, unable to control his power anymore.

"Morse... please... you... you are more talented than I am. Learn from me... and do not be as foolish as I was in dealing with these foxes..."

After a while... the Elder’s spiritual power failed him completely, lacking the strength needed for flight. He descended and landed upon a tree, and they came down to the ground. They were now standing before a tree.

Blood from the Elder’s shoulder was dripping onto the wood of the tree. Morse felt a bitter taste in his mouth... of course. He looked at the Elder, who was leaning his back against the tree, bracing himself from collapsing to the ground.

The Elder’s eyes were trembling as he felt the breeze blowing against his face. He was praying as he stood, wishing that what he expected would not come to pass.

From the darkness of the forest, the traitorous warriors appeared before the Elder. They stood before the Elder and Morse, who were still fused together by the green substance... they were now completely surrounded.

The traitors began to laugh at their appearance.

"I wish I could make you see your own expression... Don’t worry, and please don’t hold a grudge, for I am merely executing the law of life. Get ready..."

It was difficult for the Elder to show any expression. But he managed to say:

"You truly made a poor choice... and who are you to speak on behalf of life? I taught you everything and made you one of the finest core disciples in the clan... I taught you, and this was my fate in the end."

Ling Niang nodded his head as if he were moved or something.

"We have indeed learned much from you. You always taught us that when you strike a prey, let it try to escape first until it is completely exhausted. Only then can you corner it, so it cannot resist using its final breath."

The Elder remained expressionless; he expected nothing. He had surrendered. But he thought, what about my daughter? He had fathered his child at a very late age, and he was terrified that she would be lost.

"Min-Ji..."

He spoke the name as if feeling it, sensing its presence.

"Oh, I remembered. Don’t worry about your child. We will comfort her well and not leave her behind. One of the greatest figures in Bianning Province has offered to buy her. She’s a bit stubborn, but he will be able to tame her."

These words ignited the Elder’s rage. Morse felt it; the problem was that he couldn’t see their faces while his back was turned and he was unable to look... but Elder Byeong was seething with fury.

"Farewell, Master."

Morse placed his hands calmly on the back of Byeong’s head, pressing gently and whispering:

"If you cannot resist... then merge."

The Elder understood. His energy was dying because it stood in the way of this peerless power. Instead of blocking it, he would merge with it instead. Elder Byeong realized how foolish he had been... he began to let his body fuse with the Yang energy flowing through his meridians. He felt that this energy... had begun to obey him.

Indeed, he saw the beams of energy and the talismans that the warriors were preparing to launch at him. They lit up the forest. But they saw it with their own eyes: a giant, immensely powerful yellow energy emanating from the Elder.

As this happened, it was as if he were regaining the sensations of youth. His white hair returned to a healthy black; the wrinkles vanished. The Elder was filled with a power he had never dreamed of; this was the strength of geniuses.

The green adhesive melted off their bodies onto the ground from the force he emitted; it dripped onto the grass and the tree. Morse was able to step away, looking at the Elder who now stood with total dignity, as if feeling the days of his youth once more.

"Attack him, quickly!" Ling Niang was terrified.

They couldn’t imagine this... quickly, they launched their talismans toward him. But it was of no use. He merely moved his hand and dissipated that force. He had already reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul.

Amidst shock and fear, the old man looked at his worn hand as it trembled with power once again. The old man smiled... the smile of one who had truly returned to life.