Heavens' Laughter

Lifting her head slightly, the Guardian's eyes gleamed with a cold intensity behind her veil as she parted her lips:

"Zhoras thul drak… Vaash thuur Draak Thaar vahlaan. Kriin vahzru shorath."

(AN: Translation: "My wish is simple… I want the Dragon Clan killed. Every last one of them.")

"Oh~," Feng Shen's lips curled into a sly, amused smile, his fingers stroking his chin in mock contemplation.

The Guardian's wish was intriguing—it aligned perfectly with his own intentions.

Truth be told, Feng Shen had no objections to fulfilling such a request.

In fact, he had already planned to act against the Dragon Clan.

However, openly admitting as much would be a wasted opportunity.

Instead, Feng Shen decided to play coy, his mind already calculating how to extract the most advantageous rewards for agreeing to the Guardian's wish.

"I don't know…" Feng Shen drawled, "making an enemy of such a powerful clan, one backed by so many influential and dangerous figures… You don't expect me to risk my neck for nothing, do you?"

He regarded the Guardian with a sharp glint in his golden eyes.

It wasn't that Feng Shen feared the consequences or the enemies he might make—he clearly didn't.

But if someone was asking him to go to such lengths, they had better understand one thing: nothing in this world came without a price, especially from him.

The Guardian was quick to respond:

"Faar vosh druth… Zhaan vurth shanahr vosh dorahl. Thaal zhahk vaalnothar Kravahn Joruthar Thalax—draak vorahj thalax an thaanar Nul Vaarok!"

(AN: Translation: "Do not worry... I know the type of person you are. I will hand over the Heavenly Immortal Juggernaut Physique—the strongest physique in the entire Nine Heavens!")

Silence…

Even Feng Shen hadn't anticipated hearing such a thing.

For a moment, he wondered if his ears had deceived him.

Letting out a deliberate, exaggerated cough to mask his surprise.

"I must've misheard you…" Feng Shen said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Go ahead, say that again."

The Guardian lowered her head slightly, her expression unreadable:

"Zhaan arh vahk-thal zhahk duun faloth. Vahr vosh vahzurn, Iik draak zahk suulothar dorahl. Kaalos vah zhor-noth haar doth elthar, kriin vokh rathaarn."

(AN: Translation: "I understand why you'd be so incredulous. But trust me, I possess the means to create such a physique. It has taken me my entire life to acquire these items, and I've been waiting for someone capable of granting me this wish.")

Feng Shen took a few steps forward without uttering a word, his movements slow and deliberate.

He stopped just inches away from the Guardian, his expression as cold as ice, his eyes narrowing with an intensity that could freeze the air itself.

"If you are lying to me," Feng Shen said, his voice dangerously low, barely a whisper, "I will reign hellfire upon you and make sure you suffer in ways that would make even the Heavenly Dao tremble."

His gaze bore into her, unblinking and unyielding, as if daring the Guardian to test him.

However…

The Guardian, understanding the danger in challenging someone like this madman in front of her—who was no ordinary man—didn't even hesitate.

She wasn't foolish enough to test the will of the Laughing Demon, Zǔ Zhòu.

While The Guardian might have loathed life itself, she wasn't suicidal.

Quickly, she extended her hand to the side, her fingers tracing the air with practiced grace.

Almost immediately, several items began to materialize around the Guardian, floating effortlessly.

Each object radiated an aura of power, a mixture of ancient artifacts and treasures.

Feng Shen took a step back, his eyes widening as he took in the array of items that hovered.

The sheer magnitude of the display left him stunned. "Holy shit…" he muttered under his breath, disbelief clear on his face.

Feng Shen could hardly believe his eyes.

In his past life, even he, with all his power, could never have amassed such a collection of items simultaneously.

These artifacts, treasures, and relics—all of them were still intact, still brimming with power.

Feng Shen knew how tricky it was to maintain the integrity of such items, as many had expiration times or needed specific conditions to remain usable.

Some could decay in a matter of months, others might take years, but to have them all preserved and functional in such a manner was truly extraordinary.

Feng Shen's usual composure wavered for a moment.

The fact that someone like this young dragon could not only obtain but also sustain such powerful items was beyond amazing.

"Impressive…" Feng Shen finally spoke, "I must admit, you've exceeded my expectations."

For the first time in a long while, the Guardian's lips curled into the faintest of smiles beneath her veil, her eyes gleaming:

"Vahr, vokh zaroth vurth kaarn?"

(AN: Translation: "Then, will you honor my wish?")

Feng Shen gave a small, satisfied nod, his gaze shifting with an unmistakable hunger as he swiftly gathered the items, slipping them into his Storage Ring.

His golden eyes gleamed with a dark, almost predatory excitement, and he licked his lips, savoring the moment.

"Yeah, yeah," Feng Shen muttered, "I'll annihilate the Dragon Clan. Don't worry... they're as good as dead."

His words had dripped with confidence, the promise hanging in the air like a death sentence, one that would reshape the fate of the Dragon Clan.

Having heard this, the Guardian's eyes shimmered. Small, crystalline tears began to fall.

As the tears hit the floor, a tremor rippled through the room, as if the entire space reacted to her sorrow.

The walls shuddered lightly, as even the island grew more intense.

"Vahlos, vahlos sahkrah…"

(AN: Translation: "Thank you, thank you so much…")

The Guardian's heart, which had long been hardened by betrayal and cruelty from the Dragon Clan, now swelled with relief.

Feng Shen rolled his eyes as he watched the tears still fresh on the floor.

His lips curled into a sly grin. He leaned forward slightly:

"Though, if you don't mind, there's one small thing I need from you."

The Guardian wiped away her tears, her body trembling slightly as she waited, her silence an unspoken plea for what was to come next:

"Vokh thuruz vahzru sahrin dar?"

(AN: Translation: "What else do you want from me?")

Feng Shen, sensing the Guardian's desperation, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. He took his time, savoring the moment, enjoying the control he held over her.

"Now," he began, "I need you to fuck me up…"
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Silence…

"Zhaar…?"

(AN: Translation: "Huh…?")

The Guardian, though taken aback, quickly composed herself.

She had heard of the Laughing Demon's pride and his terrifying reputation, but this moment was different.

Though, the Guardian would do whatever it took to gain his favor.

So, with a deep, respectful bow, she nodded her head in agreement:

"Zhaan. Iik draak sahkrah vokh doth thal. Vurth kuros zhorath."

(AN: Translation: "I understand. I will do whatever is necessary. Your command is my law.")

"Good, good. Now, break every bone in my body and use everything you've got to kill me."

Feng Shen knew this was the perfect opportunity to grow his forbidden bloodline.

After all, the Guardian's deadly techniques—each capable of ending a powerful cultivator with a single strike—would surge it.

A second later…

The Guardian's eyes glowed a piercing blue, and as if responding to her will, the blue crystals embedded throughout the room began to shimmer with an otherworldly light.

In an instant, a barrier formed, surrounding them both.

The Guardian's hand hovered above the man's chest.

Without warning, Feng Shen felt something shoot through his chest.

His heart seemed to shatter from within, a violent explosion.

Feng Shen's body lurched backward, the force sending him crashing to the floor.

Blood erupted from his mouth, splattering.

Despite the man before her lying motionless, seemingly "dead," the Guardian showed no hesitation.

She began to unleash technique after technique.

First came a precise strike that shattered the limbs, each bone cracking under the force.

Then, as if to prove no part of this man was beyond her reach, the Guardian called forth a blue flame, one that melted the skin from the inside out, turning his flesh to ash in seconds.

Every technique she used was devastating—powerful enough to break even the most resilient cultivators.

Her relentless assault continued without pause, each new attack twisting his body in ways that should have been impossible, bending and breaking his form beyond recognition.

Hours passed, each second stretching into an eternity.

Eventually, the Guardian stopped, her chest rising and falling with steady breaths as she took a moment to collect herself.

Her focus never wavered as she scanned the broken, bloodied form before her.

The man appeared lifeless, every part of him devastated beyond recognition.

But then, as the silence stretched on, the Guardian's sharp eyes caught something—a subtle, almost imperceptible shift.

Feng Shen's body was regenerating.

At first, it was a faint twitch of his fingers, then a slow crawl of flesh stitching itself back together, bone by bone. The wounds that were inflicted began to heal, as if time itself was turning back.

Suddenly…

Feng Shen's eyes snapped open:

"MORE! KEEP IT COMING! KILL ME MORE! I CAN FEEL IT—MY FORBIDDEN BLOODLINE—IT'S BURNING, RISING, REBIRTHING IN MY VEINS! YES, FEED ME—FEED MY POWER! LET IT CONSUME ME! I CAN TASTE THE DEATH IN THE AIR—IT'S MINE NOW! THIS IS THE ONLY TRUTH, THE ONLY REBIRTH! DESTROY ME—BREAK ME—AND WATCH ME BLOSSOM INTO HELL ITSELF!"