chsdbacks Chapter 42 The Fiery Red Sparrow, Crimson Feathers Burning the Sky
Chapter 42 The Fiery Red Sparrow, Crimson Feathers Burning the Sky
Good morning, may this be another day full of energy.
As Lu Sheng walked out of the village, he saw a small river winding around him, and a lake in the distance.
A large fish with golden scales leaps high from the water, while a large bird with brightly colored wings strolls leisurely.
A herd of magnificent unicorns were drinking water by the river, which made the men in the village's hearts flutter. Who wouldn't want a precious steed?
Shi Hao was slightly stunned by this scene, muttering to himself, "It seems like I've seen this somewhere before..."
"Father, Mother, I miss you."
"Grandpa Chief, are they still alive? I miss them."
Moved by the scene, Shi Hao felt a surge of emotions, and memories hidden deep within his mind began to surface.
The old clan chief and Shi Linhu and the others all changed their expressions.
Clan Chief Shi Yunfeng was filled with mixed emotions. He patted little Shi Hao's head with his rough hands, unsure of where to begin.
Seeing this, Lu Sheng simply said, "Of course you're still alive. They brought you here when you were almost dead. They said they'd find you a holy medicine to cure your illness. Just go find them again when you've grown a bit more."
"It's nothing serious. Look at me, I died while gathering herbs in my old age."
"Perhaps the consequences of my actions are too great for them to bear."
"It's alright, I'll just revive myself once I've mastered my divine skills and let them have their fun."
"The path of the strong is often one of enduring loneliness."
The old clan chief's feelings were even more complicated. At least the little one's parents were still alive, so there was still hope.
Lu Sheng, that kid, sigh.
He must be pretending to be strong.
She gave herself a new name to escape all of this; poor child...
Little Shi Hao's eyes widened, feeling both happy that his parents were still alive and sad for Lu Sheng.
He's already a four-year-old boy and knows how to think of others.
He simply didn't have his parents around when he was young, but Lu Sheng's parents will never be around.
Shi Hao slowly said, "Brother Lu Sheng, don't be sad, there will definitely be a way."
The old clan chief comforted him, saying, "Don't worry, Lu Sheng, we are all your family."
Lu Sheng: ?
Wasn't this meant to comfort Xiaoshi?
What kind of looks are those on you guys?
Suddenly, a streak of crimson lightning ripped through the sky, staining large patches of clouds red. A fiery red sparrow fell to the edge of the village, the tiny bird, no bigger than a palm, crashing down in front of a willow tree, its body bearing horrific wounds.
Shi Hao's attention was drawn to this bird; it was one he recognized before. He asked, "Little Red, what's wrong? Are you alright?"
The little cardinal rolled its eyes in a very human way; if it weren't so weak, it probably would have been beaten to death, thinking, "Are you blind?"
Lu Sheng leaned closer and said, "Oh, isn't this the Vermilion Bird, who flows with noble blood? You look so unwell after just a few days. You've come to see Goddess Liu for treatment, haven't you? Did you bring the medical fees?"
The little red sparrow opened its beak, wanting to curse, but instead snorted coldly, clearly dissatisfied.
At the same time, it was surprised that a little kid had guessed its origins and thoughts.
It looked at the Willow God and thought it wasn't unacceptable. This willow tree was extraordinary. Even though it was dilapidated now, its knowledge must be extremely profound. It was normal for the people under its tree to know a lot.
It stared at the willow tree with longing in its eyes; now only the Willow God could save it.
The Willow God did not disappoint the little red sparrow's expectations; the dull willow branches drooped silently, emitting a green glow.
Little Red Sparrow had been here before and tried to stop the massacre during the great battle; Willow God would naturally choose to intervene.
The willow branches swayed gently, and several drops of sap appeared one after another, shimmering like celestial pearls.
When it landed on the little red sparrow, the wound that pierced its chest and abdomen closed, and the claw holes on its head slowly disappeared.
The healing effect was astonishing. A burst of firelight illuminated the little red sparrow, and it regained its glory, reviving like a god once again.
Under this oppressive aura, all the birds and beasts around bowed their heads.
The people of Shicun felt a little better under the protection of the willow trees.
The little redbird was very happy and chirped merrily, speaking in human language to the willow tree: "I owe you a great favor."
The willow tree remained silent, its branches merely pointing towards the people of Stone Village.
With a clang, a red feather fell from the little red sparrow and stuck to the rock with a hiss.
It said, "Keep these safe. If anyone causes trouble, show them this."
The red feather's temperature was astonishing; it melted into lava the moment it landed on the rock.
The villagers of Shicun retreated.
Lu Sheng stepped forward and gently picked it up with his fingers.
The little red sparrow was a little surprised. It looked left and right, back and forth, and couldn't help but ask:
"Are you even human?"
To it, Lu Sheng was just a little kid. How could a little kid be so resistant to high temperatures?
This must be some kind of fire-attribute creature in disguise.
"Hey, is this a personal attack? How am I not human?"
Lu Sheng chuckled and said, "You didn't realize I was this awesome, did you? That's what they call 'a true master keeps a low profile'."
The phantom of the Seed of the Future rises and falls in his sea of suffering. Who can glimpse the secrets of the hanging wall? For him, patching it up couldn't be easier.
He continued, "I have an Ice Palm in my left hand, a Flame Fist in my right, and a combination technique: Ice and Fire Palm, Flame and Heart-chilling Fist."
The minor ability that Fata gained after tearing off the shackles on his hands in the Sacred Ruins.
The left hand withstands extremely low temperatures, while the right hand is resistant to high temperatures.
Lao Chu seemed to have a beam of light in one hand and an electric spear in the other.
These abilities can be either erased or retained when entering the next realm.
Keep what works, and melt down what's useless.
"You're something else." The little red sparrow pouted and took off to leave.
Shi Hao greeted her warmly from behind, "Little Hong, come visit often when you have time!"
The little red sparrow stumbled and almost fell.
It turned around and glared at Shi Hao and Lu Sheng, those two little rascals.
"Tch, what a show-off. I'll capture you and use you for breeding later."
Lu Sheng nudged the three little blue-scaled eagles, Big Bird, Second Bird, and Third Bird, who were strolling nearby, and shouted:
"You three grow up quickly, and when you're paired with Little Red, you'll create a divine bird team for Stone Village."
The three birds, Dapeng, Xiaoqing, and Ziyun, blinked their eyes. If they could speak, they would love to say, "Your Majesty, I cannot do it."
Even among birds, there are differences.
"The Divine Bird Team is awesome! Just hearing their name sounds impressive. Little Red, you must come back when you have time!"
Young and naive Shi Hao clapped his hands happily, while the old patriarch, suppressing his expression, pulled Lu Sheng away.
They've corrupted even the little ones.
With the departure of the little red sparrow, the village quickly returned to calm.
Shi Hao stood at the entrance of the village, gazing at the sky in the distance. He missed his parents.
With nothing else to do, Lu Sheng went to water the plants again.
There was a basin under the tree that caught the water that had flowed over the charred willow tree's body. Lu Sheng took it back to use for growing vegetables.
Asking this question is like asking a mystery.
Since there's nothing to do anyway, besides cultivating, all I do is eat, drink, and relieve myself. It's better to grow vegetables than to stay with those little brats.
As the willow branches swayed in the breeze, Lu Sheng suddenly heard someone speaking beside him.
"You are special."
"So-so," Lu Sheng replied naturally, his hands and feet moving seamlessly.
"My requirements aren't high, just to become an immortal. Actually, I prefer to live alone in an apartment building during a storm, listening to music and playing games through the glass, occasionally glancing at the sky outside the window, and sometimes taking a sip of cola, which has to be delicious."