"Old bastard, no shame at all!"
At this time, a fierce, childish voice suddenly rang out.
"Haha…"
Du Heng couldn't help but chuckle when he saw the Little Phoenix standing up for him.
He took out his own lifebound artifact, the Demon-Slaying Blade, and said to Wen An, "Say one more word, and I'll drag you down with me… see if you even get another hundred years to live!"
Wen An's expression darkened.
At that moment, Mingting rummaged through his storage pouch and pulled out a Darkmoon Fruit.
"Aren't you looking for Xuanming Fruit? I've got some!"
The red fur ball shook the fur on his body, looking very proud.
"Are Darkmoon Fruits really that rare? Let's see… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… Oh wow, I've got a whole tree's worth!"
As he spoke, Mingting piled the fruits into a small mountain and plopped himself on top.
"So these can regenerate bones and flesh? I thought they were just ordinary wild berries!"
The little bird pecked open a Darkmoon Fruit, and the fragrance of the fruit filled the air. Wen An immediately recognized that this was indeed the Darkmoon Fruit, which is very rare in the Cultivation World.
'Just what kind of background did this Phoenix have? How could it casually produce so many Darkmoon Fruit?'
Regret gnawed at Wen An's heart, and he even felt a twinge of resentment toward Wen Liangyu.
'If that idiot hadn't messed up, we could've secured this treasure trove! If the contract had succeeded, all these would've belonged to our Taiji Tower!'
Despite his thoughts, Wen An still showed a kind smile on the surface.
"Little Phoenix, this child has lost an arm, which is very pitiful. Could you… no, would you be willing to sell one Darkmoon Fruit to this elder?"
"No." Mingting slurped up the Darkmoon Fruit's flesh.
"He got what he deserved! Did you really think the sun revolved around your Tianji Tower? Trying to force a contract with me? Bah…" Mingting spat out the fruit's core, "Serves you right!"
The little fluffball lounged atop the pile of icy-blue fruits, munching them one by one like an arrogant nouveau riche.
"Luckily, us Phoenixes are born clever, otherwise your conspiracy would have almost succeeded. However, I hold grudges, and I will definitely remember what happened today! Just you wait!"
His childish, fierce voice held no real threat, and Wen An dismissed the warning.
Today, Tianji Tower was completely humiliated. With a cold snort, Wen An left with Wen Jin and Wen Liangyu.
'We can't go head-on with these brainless people from Zhenshan Sect. There will be other opportunities in the future!'
'And that damned Phoenix, I'll pluck its feathers sooner or later!'
Just as they took to the skies, the tiny voice called after them.
"Next time you scheme against me, it won't be a Bloodthirsty Vine… I'll unleash a Dragon-Devouring Vine! Swallow you whole!"
"So it was you?!"
Wen An whirled around, his eyes locking onto the fluffy ball.
Whoosh…
Mingting opened his mouth and exhaled a stream of Phoenix True Flame, which directly ignited Wen An and Wen Jin's robes.
"Aaahhh!"
Phoenix True Flame wasn't so easily extinguished.
The crowd burst into laughter as the Tianji Tower's Ancestor and Master fled while desperately trying to put out the flames.
After witnessing such a farcical spectacle and the unpleasant guests finally left, Xiaoyun Peak soon became lively again.
Mingting perched on Du Heng's palm as the Ancestor introduced him to the gathered big shots and told him about the treasures they had gifted.
Adhering to the principle that 'it is impolite not to reciprocate', Mingting rummaged through his storage pouch for a while and dug out many spiritual herbs and plants to gift to these big shots.
Seeing the spiritual fruits and spiritual medicines appearing out of thin air, the people on the scene also understood that the Bloodthirsty Vine was indeed released by this little guy.
Mingting's earlier act was deliberately meant to ensure no one would dare underestimate him.
There's no such thing as unconditional love or hatred. Though he was now a fledgling with a fluffy appearance, he wasn't actually some weakling with zero combat power.
While harboring no intentions to harm others, one must always remain vigilant against potential threats.
The birth of the Little Phoenix made the grand ceremony for Zhenshan Sect's Le Qing's Ascension to the Deity Transformation even more lively. Mingting perched on Le Qing's shoulders and attended the event.
In addition to the Ancestors and the Sect Masters of various sects, there are also outstanding disciples who came to the Zhenshan Sect to broaden their horizons.
When they saw the little red furball on Le Qing's left shoulder, they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.
'Wasn't it said that the Phoenix had helped Ancestor Le Qing block the heavenly tribulation?'
'How could the legendary Phoenix be a tiny furball?'
This image was a far cry from the majestic and resplendent divine Phoenix they had imagined.
The female disciples of the Yuxian Sect, in particular, had zero resistance to anything fluffy. Their bright, sparkling eyes were glued to Mingting.
If not for the presence of the Ancestors and other big shots, they would have eagerly rushed over to pet the little fluffball.
While these young disciples discreetly observed Mingting, Mingting is also sizing them up.
'My goodness! Almost half of the male disciples here fall head over heels for the Female Lead!'
He even spotted Kou Xuehong, as well as Elder Hong, He Huan's master from the Yuxian Sect.
Elder Hong doted on He Huan immensely. She taught her diligently and treated her like her own daughter.
Unfortunately, later on, when Elder Hong discovered her beloved disciple's close relationship with the Demon Lord, she urged her to stay away from the demons.
This led to a rift between master and disciple, and Elder Hong earned Ji Yanjun's hatred, meeting a tragic end.
Mingting thought for a moment, then fluttered his tiny wings and flew over to Elder Hong.
Elder Hong had once been injured by demonic energy during a battle against the demons, leaving a hideous centipede-like scar on her left cheek that couldn't be healed.
She is a person with a sharp tongue but a soft heart. She seems stern on the surface, but is actually a very kind person.
Mingting pulled out a Primordial Chaos Grass and placed it in Elder Hong's hand.
"Is this for me?"
Elder Hong, being an alchemist herself, immediately recognized the rare and precious Primordial Chaos Grass.
Primordial Chaos Grass was a spiritual herb specifically effective against demonic energy. When used in alchemy, it could heal the scars left by demonic energy on her face.
At this time, the usually strong-willed Elder Hong felt her nose sting with emotion.
"Good person!"
The little red fluffball nodded.
Rather than showering the Female Lead with treasures to win her favor, why not help those truly in need?
'Elder Hong, in this lifetime, don't take in that ungrateful, traitorous disciple again!'