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There were many types of summoning techniques that could be cast, such as one for soul summoning, which was to summon the soul of the living; then for body summoning, which aimed to summon the soul and the physical body of the concerned being; then there was ghost summoning, which involved summoning the soul of the dead; and spiritual body summoning, and so forth.
The level of difficulty in casting these summoning spells varied, mostly based on factors such as how much spiritual Qi was needed, how many people had to be summoned, and whether it was a forced summoning or not.
The summoning spell used had a different effect on each summoned person, entirely based on the spellcasting skills of the summoners.
Whenever Ban Yu opened the portal connecting the human world with the divine world and summoned Yan Liu, the spell he used was a high-level unforced body summoning.
The summoned being would see the boundary gate of the portal after the caster cast the spell. If the summoned person wanted to answer the summons, they could cross this gate to get to the caster.
There was also an advanced spiritual body summoning spell. This kind of summoning technique could be used on any kind of individual who had a spiritual body, and worked within all the three realms.
The Feng Clan patriarchs used a single forced spiritual body summoning spell, which was less powerful than the spell Ban Yu cast to summon Yan Liu.
They had summoned Feng Yuyan’s spirit, not because they didn’t want to summon him together with his physical body, but because they didn’t have much spiritual Qi.
If Feng Yuyan had not been locked up in Xuanbing prison, it would have been possible to summon his body as well. But Feng Yuyan was being restricted by the spells protecting Xuanbing prison, and summoning his spirit had already exhausted most of their energy.
As for the reason they had to summon Feng Yang from the mortal world, it was simply because the people trapped inside the prison couldn’t be saved without getting back possession of the Xuanbing prison in their own hands.
“King, in case the Eldest Prince refuses to hand over the Xuanbing prison…” Patriarch Tai Li carefully asked, “What should we do?”
With a forced summoning spell, Feng Yang’s spiritual body was bound to be summoned. But based on Feng Yang’s temper, would he compromise with them?
If Feng Yang was such an obedient person, he wouldn’t have let things get to this point, ensuring that the three people inside the icy Xuanbing prison experience its biting cold.
“He dares to refuse?!” Feng Yuyan looked at the slowly opening portal. “If he dares to not hand over the Xuanbing prison, I will never let him return to the divine world! He will no longer be the Eldest Prince of my Feng Clan!”
“Your Majesty, with all due respect, although the Eldest Prince has many conflicts with you and the Queen, he is the only one left of your bloodline, and is also the best successor for our Feng Family.” Xuan Zhan frowned and looked at Feng Yuyan with disapproval. “Do you really want him to be exiled from the divine world?”
“You dare to question me?!” Feng Yuyan stared at Xuan Zhan coldly. “Patriarch Xuan Zhan, have you forgotten what this King just said?”
Xuan Zhan repressed his anger and could only keep glaring at Feng Yuyan for a long period of time.
***
In the bathroom, there were two people hugging each other, enveloped by floating pink bubbles that gradually turned red in the air, as if they’d become hotter.
Ban Yu felt that just holding and kneading Feng Yang could not satisfy his desire. Slowly, he started kissing Feng Yang inch by inch, going from his delicate eyebrows, enticing eyes, small nose, to his warm pink lips…
He tucked Feng Yang’s wet hair behind his ears and whispered something.
After hearing his words, Feng Yang smacked Ban Yu on his back. “Who wants to give you nine sons?”
As if he had not felt the sting of the smack, Ban Yu instead encircled Feng Yang’s waist with his arms, and answered in a low and tempting voice, “…You.”
Feng Yang’s mind became dizzy at the old dragon’s temptation, and he muttered something under his breath.
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At that exact moment, a circle of white light appeared beside the table. Its aperture turned larger and larger at a speed visible to the naked eye, before disappearing in a flash.
After the light vanished and the room returned to its normal state, Feng Yang lay still on the table. But, something strange seemed to have happened, because he didn’t move even a bit!
His spiritual body was gone, only his physical body remained here now…
Feng Yang, who was so nervous about what would happen between him and Ban Yu in the next second, felt his body become paralyzed as his spirit was forcefully pulled into an unknown direction.
Someone had forcefully summoned his spirit!
The old dragon who was about to load his gun: “…” Damn it!!!
Seeing the stark naked white body on the table, Ban Yu grabbed his own robe first, then took out a brand new robe from his spatial bag to cover Feng Yang’s body, and shouted, “Yan Liu!”
The boundary gate opened and Yan Liu came out of it, only to see an ashen complexion on his master’s face.
“Yes, Xianjun.”
“Take care of the two bodies on the bed, don’t let anything happen to them while I’m away.”
After saying this, Ban Yu closed his eyes. His figure, that was holding Feng Yang’s body, suddenly disappeared from the room.
Yan Liu looked back at the bed, and then saw the scattered clothes on the floor.
This…
Who had the guts to interrupt his Xianjun in the midst of doing good deeds?
Were they crazy?!
Yan Liu picked up the clothes on the ground one by one. Then when he came across the long-sleeved robe, he felt puzzled, for it was tattered and stained with dry blood…
***
At this time, the owner of that tattered robe already had fire burning all over him, and it wasn’t a metaphorical one, but a real fire.
His spiritual body would look exactly the same as his physical body at the time of separation. Therefore, the Feng Yang who was summoned was wearing no clothes, he was stark naked!
He had no choice but to ignite the Jiutian flame before reaching the summoning location, so as to shield his body from everyone else.
It prevented his body from being seen, but it also consumed a lot of spiritual Qi!
“Who summoned me?” Feng Yang glared at the familiar group of people in front of him with burning eyes.
The place he had been summoned to was a deserted mountain, which had no occupants. They had also set a barrier around the summoning area before summoning to prevent any interference. Outside the barrier, it was dark, but inside it, it was bright as day.
“Feng Yang, if you want to continue living, hand over the Xuanbing prison to me. Otherwise, don’t blame me for not considering our father-and-son relationship!”
Feng Yuyan looked at Feng Yang with his eyes full of the resentment that had accumulated over the past several days.
“What do you mean by father-and-son relationship, huh?” Feng Yang sneered. “You destroyed my spiritual roots and expelled me from the Clan’s Divine Book. Is that the relationship you’re talking about?”
“Then forget it. Just so you know, if you want to come back to the divine world, you will need the King’s approval, MY approval. If you keep being stubborn, you will never be able to return to Fengtai Mountain in the future!”
“Yes, Your Highness. Isn’t it better for you to obey the King?” Patriarch Qin Li said, “If the late Queen was still here, she certainly wouldn’t want to see you suffering like this.”
“If I obey his words, will I be in a better situation than I am now? Can you guarantee that I won’t suffer more than I already have?” asked Feng Yang.
“I won’t hand over the Xianjue grass or the Xuanbing prison. Come and take them if you can. I want to see how much effort you expend to get them back.”
As soon as Feng Yang finished saying this, the flame engulfing his body blazed hotter, as if oil had been poured on it.
“Clan Patriarchs, my spiritual roots have already been cut off by someone. What I am using now is mostly the spiritual Qi from the Xuanbing prison. If you all keep making more trouble for me, don’t blame me for sucking it dry!”
Hearing this, Feng Yuyan roared, “Don’t let him do that!”
Feng Yuyan flew straight towards Feng Yang with a familiar ice-thorn whip in his hand. With its one swing, three big trees thicker than wire poles cracked in an instant.
Seeing the dense ice thorns on the whip, Feng Yang instinctively shrunk his body and moved back, but the fire in his eyes began burning more brightly.
That time, Feng Yuyan had used this very whip to destroy his spiritual roots. And now that they had just begun to recover, did this man intend to destroy them again?
He had already been removed from the Clan’s Divine Book. If his spiritual roots weren’t restored, then forget about having a connection to the divine world, that would definitely become impossible, and so will having a relationship with Ban Yu.
He wouldn’t let this man hurt his spiritual roots ever again!
With a grim smile, Feng Yang forcefully pulled out an ice thorn that had gotten embedded in his shoulder. A pair of fiery eyes fixated on Feng Yuyan, just like a wolf staring at its prey.
Just like a raging fire that could never be extinguished until all the evil forces in the world disappeared.
Before Feng Yang arrived at this location due to being summoned, Feng Yuyan had asked the Patriarchs to set up a barrier. So, Feng Yang’s chances of escaping from this place would be zero.
But this sudden smile of Feng Yang’s made his whole body go cold, and made him feel as if he were back in that dark ice prison.
His fluttering fiery hair, his arrogant laughter…
“Feng Yang, what do you intend to do?” Feng Yuyan felt that something was wrong and so couldn’t help shouting these words.
“Don’t you want to meet your pheasant wife and son? Don’t worry. You’ll meet them soon.”
Feng Yang stretched out his right hand and brought out the Xuanbing prison, which appeared on his palm. He wanted to let Feng Yuyan know what heartache was like.
Seeing the Xuanbing prison in his hand, Feng Yuyan quickly started to plot about the right moment to snatch it.
However, he didn’t expect to hear Chang Siwan and Feng Xi’s shrill screams even before he could do anything.
“Aaaarrghh…! Father! Father King save me…!”
“King, help me aaaarrghh…!”
“You devil! Let them go!” Feng Yuyan yelled upon realising that Feng Yang was using the Xianjue grass to absorb the spiritual Qi of the Xuanbing prison.
Soon enough, the artifact in Feng Yang’s hand twisted and started to deform, it was about to become a pile of waste. Everyone witnessing this could easily imagine the plight of the people currently inside it.
Feng Yuyan was furious. He swung the ice-thorn whip over and over at Feng Yang.
Feng Yang, who avoided it by flying backwards, seemingly became trapped in a thickly forested corner of the barrier. He couldn’t go anywhere else from here.
The ice-thorn whip finally managed to leave three long wounds on his face.
Even after being attacked like this, it was only Feng Yang’s head that snapped sideways, his body still stayed in place, showing how determined he was to not hand over the artifact.
Contrary to what Feng Yuyan expected to happen, the Xuanbing prison in Feng Yang’s hand became flatter, just like a balloon from which air was gradually draining out…
“Father, it hurts! Aargh, help me…!”
“King! Phoenix King, where are you? Let us out…”
Chang Siwan and Feng Xi’s voices were frantic, clearly displaying their fear and despair.
Feng Yuyan was so anxious that the veins all over his body were bulging now. He glared at Feng Yang with such ferocity in his eyes, a ferocity that he usually only reserved for his sworn enemies.
“Feng Yang! If you keep absorbing the Xuanbing prison’s spiritual Qi, you won’t have a good end. Do you think you can leave easily after everything that you’ve done?”
Feng Yang naturally knew that he wouldn’t have any good fruit to eat at the end, but he couldn’t just back away.
Should he just allow Feng Yuyan to do anything to him? Of course not.
He silently closed his palm and accelerated the absorption rate of the spiritual Qi in Xuanbing prison by the Xianjue grass.
Listening to the continuous crying and howling coming from Chang Siwan and Feng Xi from inside the prison, he smiled. “Did you know? They wanted to skin me alive after they got out of there. Let’s see if they still have that thought.”
The sounds of crying became more and more intense. But soon after, there was no more sound, making it seem as if all signs of life from inside the prison had been extinguished.
Feng Yuyan’s eyebrows twitched in anger. With difficulty, and through gritted teeth, he asked, “Feng Yang, tell me, what on earth will make you hand over the Xuanbing prison?”
“Put my name back into the Clan’s Divine Book, heal my spiritual roots, and let me leave peacefully from here.”
Feng Yuyan snickered. “That’s impossible!”
Feng Yang tightened his fist. “Then please wait to collect their bodies!”
…
Their timing 🤦♀️🤦♀️ But god, this trashy sorry excuse of a father is so gd irritating and disgusting -_-
Thanks for the chapter! 🙂
Woah I hope Feng Yang will be okay.
Thank you for the chapter ❤
Dad… you’re actually the worst. Big dragon is gonna kill you.
Thanks for the great translation ♥️
Stupid father Feng..not only you injured Feng Yang ..you indirectly provoked the Old Dragon BanYu nerve…😅😅waiting to see your punishment from the Old Dragon😎😎
Man is this face-slapping going to be satisfactory.
Yo, this so called king ruined his own son’s life, put him in a friggin ice prison and none of the so called patriarchs or elders do something to defend the prince? They still chose to listen and follow the king’s order instead? Man, I hope ML will flatten them all. None of them have moral and common sense. They’re all trash. (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ
Thanks for the translation! (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)
+1 Can only rely on the perverted ML to save FY
If Feng Yang becomes King, y’all honestly think he’s gonna forgive any of you old assholes? None of these guys understand the word “retribution” AT ALL 🤦🏻♀️
Thanks for the chapter! 😘
Что происходит… Почему они позволяют отцу так поступать с принцем?????? Сразу маму его вспомнили…. почему они не вспомнили о её желании раньше??? Этого она хотела для сына??? Злюсь
This f*cker is a sorry excuse of a father. He doesn’t deserve to be called a father. Just rot in hell. 🤬
Thank you so much for awesome translation work 💐👏🙏🐉🐲