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"Mianmian, you are the last phoenix in this world."

"Your mother is the Phoenix Clan's young patriarch Jiufang Zhaolin, and your father..."

Leng Xun paused, chuckled and closed his eyes, "I'm ashamed to say... I've always asked you to call me 'Master'..."

Wang Zi was slightly stunned: "...What?"

He didn't expect that what he guessed and said to Tian Yusi would come true...

Leng Xun smiled with tears in her eyes and reached out to touch the boy's face.

"I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to tell you... I had no choice at the time. I could only do this to protect you..."

Leng Xun took a shallow breath, which was very laborious.

"Don't feel inferior because you are a demon, and don't despise your mother. Zhao Lin is a very good person, and she is also a very... very good demon..."

He raised his hand, then passed over the boy's ear and grabbed the light blue hair tie in the boy's black hair.

Leng Xun's eyes were full of tenderness, like a clear spring.

"What I am saying now is very important. You must remember it..."

"Okay." Wang Zi agreed without thinking.

Leng Xun raised his eyes and looked at the hair tie: "I put this hair tie on you when you were 4 years old. Except for special circumstances, you almost never took it off..."

"But in fact, it contains the evil spirit that was separated from your body and all your memories before the age of 4."

"The road to becoming an immortal is extremely dangerous..." Leng Xun coughed lightly and spat out another mouthful of blood, saying intermittently: "Mianmian, you... have the blood of two clans, so you have two paths to choose from..."

"If you don't want to cultivate immortality, then cut off your hair and go to Baikui Mountain..."

"The Baikui Mountain has the most demons. You have the Phoenix bloodline, so they will welcome you very much."

"But if Mianmian wants to continue cultivating immortality, she must protect her hair tie, and then..."

"Forget everything I just said."

"Ahem..." Leng Xun had difficulty breathing, "Mianmian is very talented. The ancestors in the back mountain will definitely admire you. After I die... you... can inherit my position..."

The young man's eyes were full of disbelief. He didn't expect that Leng Xun had already thought of two ways out for him.

Wang Zi wanted to call him "Master", but stopped after thinking about it. He moved his lips and said:

"Daddy..."

Leng Xun couldn't help but shed tears immediately.

"Daddy... is..."

His dry and bloodless lips continued to open and close: "...The world is so big, and there are still many things you have not seen. I originally thought that I would take you away when you are older..."

Somehow, Wang Zi's heart ached badly, and an emotion that did not belong to him surged up.

"But man proposes, God disposes..."

"Daddy is not by your side anymore. From now on, you have to walk the road ahead by yourself."

Leng Xun used up the last bit of his strength and smiled at the boy with red eyes:

"Becoming a demon... or cultivating immortality..."

"You are Leng Bumian...you...have the final say..."

The hand that was holding Wang Zi's face slowly slid down, and the person in his arms closed his eyes forever.

When a cultivator who has entered the Spirit Severing Stage dies, his body will turn into dust and float away.

Wang Zi stared at Leng Xun's body disintegrating bit by bit, with no expression on his face.

But tears fell from my eyes uncontrollably.

Tears penetrated Leng Xun's transparent body and dripped onto his robe.

Wang Zi reached out his hand and wiped the unknown water off his cheek in a daze, a little dazed.

Yes, he did not have any deep feelings for Leng Xun, let alone intimacy.

Leng Xun's death was just like throwing a stone into the ocean, causing only slight ripples.

He couldn't cry...

Crying...

It's cold and sleepless.

“Leng Xun!!”

Feng Tingfei also noticed something, and he took time out from the fight with Yan Sanxing to look back.

The person who had always been as gentle as jade had now lost all his life, lying quietly in the young man's arms and gradually disintegrating.

Tears moistened Feng Tingfei's eyes, and he shouted at Yan Sanxing:

"Yan Sanxing, you little bastard! Give Leng Xun back to me! Give him back to me!!!"

Feng Tingfei's swordsmanship became sharp and vicious. He gritted his teeth and swung his sword desperately:

"I've already said that I can't stay in Tianfu Sect! Why are you leaving me here alone now that you're dead..."

With one kick, Yan Sanxing was kicked away, and Feng Tingfei stood with a sword in his hand.

"You! Go to hell!"

"Why all the noise?!"

A voice mixed with fluctuations of spiritual energy swept across the entire Tianfu Sect.

There was chaos in the central square and everyone stopped what they were doing.

Feng Tingfei's sword was knocked away and failed to stab Yan Sanxing.

“Yes, it’s the ancestor?!”

Bai Zhiying was stunned and happy at the same time, because looking at the current situation, there was no other solution except for the ancestor to step forward.

Another wave of spiritual energy came, and everyone looked up, only to see an old man in fluttering white clothes appear in the air.

Everyone was stunned, then quickly knelt down.

"Greetings to Ancestor Feng!"

"Greetings to Ancestor Feng!"

Wang Zi didn't move. He held Leng Xun in his arms and tried to sort out his thoughts.

Feng Tingfei looked up coldly, his tough face full of disdain and anger.

Humph, another dog from the Tianfu Sect. It shows up at a really bad time.

Old Feng raised his eyes and looked at Wang Zi, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground, hugging Leng Xun with his head down. He stroked his beard a few times, thinking and looking at him.