I Have a Golden Crow

"Hoo~"

Du Yu’s palm pushed out another Wind-Fire Pillar, sending the Saint Minister soaring into the sky.

"Du Yu! Die! I command you, die... immediately! Crush your throat! Du Yu!!!" The Saint Minister clutched his head with both hands, his face contorted with rage, horrifyingly distorted.

His eyes were fixed on Du Yu, wishing he could cut the little human into a thousand pieces.

Du Yu couldn’t understand what the opponent was saying, nor did he need to understand.

This tone, this expression...

Could it be good words?

"You know, in our human society, there is such an ideology." Du Yu raised his hand, aiming at the falling Saint Minister.

The Wind-Fire Pillar rose again.

Without flight capability, the Saint Minister was no different from a lamb waiting to be slaughtered in Du Yu’s hands.

Du Yu looked at the blown-away Saint Minister and grinned: "Arrogance will cost you your life."

Interestingly, whether in the Ashen Continent or on the Demon Taming Continent, all the Cold Race members Du Yu encountered shared almost one characteristic:

Arrogance.

If it’s just one or two, that’s fine, but if most Cold Race members have this trait, then it’s the problem of the entire species.

Thinking carefully, Du Yu could understand it.

If Du Yu had the ability to "manipulate creatures through language," he would probably be feeling lofty as well.

In life, everywhere you look, everything is a servant!

One can easily get everything they want...

Such an ability is ridiculously strong.

So much so that every Cold Race member finds it hard to possess a humble heart.

"You are lucky, Saint Minister." Du Yu raised his hand again and released another Wind-Fire Pillar.

"Stop! Slave! Kill yourself, immediately!" The Saint Minister continued to struggle desperately.

"You will not lose your life due to arrogance." Du Yu’s smile was a bit strange, "But you will lose everything except your life."

Kui Chou suddenly said: "Is it so lucky?"

Du Yu laughed: "Thanks to Kui Chou, the Supreme, for being so wise and not rushing to kill him, I thank you on behalf of the entire Twin Tree Realm."

"You brat, stop buttering me up!" Kui Chou muttered grudgingly, heart full of lingering fears, "Will that Demon Fire really control him completely?"

"Rest assured, Kui Chou." Du Yu responded solemnly, "He is our slave now, forever and ever."

Little Fen Yang: "Du Yu Du Yu~"

"Hmm?"

Little Fen Yang muttered softly: "Are you a devil?"

Du Yu: "..."

Toward enemies, I would willingly be.

"Ahh! Ahh ahh!" The Saint Minister shouted angrily, his voice mixed with a touch of pain.

Little Fen Yang reminded: "Little Aunt Qingqing is coming."

"Hmm." Du Yu pushed out another Wind-Fire Pillar, then lowered his head to look below.

Only to see Master Qing arriving with Nan and Wei, while the two siblings Feng and Jian were clearing remaining Cold Race members from a great distance.

However, the two didn’t have much room to play as Zhongli Chen’s speed at slaughtering the remnants was faster.

Du Yu withdrew his gaze, seeing deep concern in their eyes.

Li Mengnan was straightforward: "Is that the Saint Minister? Should I help you hold him up with the wind?"

"No!" Du Yu immediately refused, his expression serious, "Definitely do not give him any leverage!

Every time I blow him away, the moment the Wind Pillar touches him, he’s always trying to take advantage."

"Human Race! Human Race!!" The appearance of the Cyan Sect crowd made the Saint Minister’s eyes light up, as if a drowning man had seen a lifeline!

The Saint Minister shouted loudly: "Kill him, kill Du Yu, quickly!"

Lin Shiwei furrowed her brows, her expression unfriendly: "Shut up."

Instantly, the Saint Minister’s eyes widened!

During this day, the Saint Minister experienced many things he couldn’t understand.

There were four creatures here that the Saint Minister couldn’t control or even disrupt their spirits.

Evidently, the Twin Trees’ life-saving talisman for the Cyan Sect was quite targeted and reliable!

In the path of Spirit, everyone’s level was still low, and facing a Cold Race Saint Minister on ordinary days would be greatly influential.

But after Twin Trees’ guidance, several people possessed an incongruous amount of Spiritual Qi within the low-level Spirit Control Tier.

The sad part was, the vast Spiritual Qi within them would eventually deplete greatly.

After all, you can only hold as much soup as your bowl can contain.

Including at this moment, the Spiritual Qi within them was flowing outward.

However, there was no need to worry too much, as long as they quickly settled this battle, their defenses were sturdy enough.

"Don’t be impulsive, Shiwei." Du Yu looked up at the Saint Minister, "I want to give him an arrow, chop him with an axe too, but with his skills, he would seize the opportunity."

The opponent has a sanctified physique; his bodily speed and reaction are indubitable.

As long as Du Yu took action, the Saint Minister would definitely grasp the axe blade or arrow tip, proceeding to the next move.

Using the Holy Soldier’s remote Output Array could indeed hurt the opponent.

But Du Yu thought that in the surging Fire Cloud Mist, the Saint Minister might also find a leverage point!

Thinking it over, this was undoubtedly a terrifying thing.

Even if the Saint Minister had become fish for chopping board, you have to be extremely careful when handling him.

Any carelessness, this fish could eat people!

Yang Qingqing: "Continuing like this isn’t a solution; Demon Fire needs time to take effect."

"No worries, think of it as taming an eagle." Du Yu suddenly changed his Demon Skill, his eyes sparkling with electricity.

Cold Jade · Thunderous Fury!

Two thick electrical currents burst from Du Yu’s eyes, merged into one, and instantaneously blasted the Saint Minister into the sky.

"No hurry, I’ll play for a while more." Du Yu rubbed his eyes, speaking casually.

His words, the more casually he spoke, the more it seemed like the devil...

Yang Qingqing flew to Du Yu’s side and whispered, "Over time, it’s inevitable to slip up occasionally, which increases risks.

I’ll use the Jade Gourd to control him and immobilize his body."

Du Yu pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Doable!"

The Jade Gourd can even immobilize the Cold Tree Branch, let alone a mere Saint Minister?

Watching the Saint Minister fall, Yang Qingqing suddenly raised her hand, and the bell tinkled clearly.

"Ring~ring~ring~"

The falling Saint Minister’s body suddenly froze.

The woman mentioned the Jade Gourd, but she used the Bell Bracelet?

Du Yu’s actions also paused, but before he could speak, Yang Qingqing said, "He’s smart."

Du Yu: "How?"

Yang Qingqing whispered, "I can feel that the Bell Bracelet can’t hold him, but he didn’t break free,"

"Ha." Du Yu snorted, "I guess he wants to attack suddenly when we get close."

"Alright, let him pretend then." A delicate Jade Gourd appeared in Yang Qingqing’s hand; she took Du Yu and flew upwards.

"Buzz~" The Jade Gourd trembled gently, several meters from its prey, absorbing the immobilized Saint Minister in the air.

"Ah! Ahhh!" The Saint Minister immediately noticed something was wrong; he no longer pretended and roared in fury!

The Saint Minister, who had achieved sainthood in flesh, easily broke free from the Bell Bracelet’s control. He stretched out his arms, using the momentum of his fall, desperately reaching for the woman.

"Sizzle~sizzle~"

Du Yu’s eyes sparkled with electric lights, and beneath the current was the faintly red Eye of Burning Sun!

In a world where time had almost stopped, Du Yu stared at the Saint Minister’s fingertips, ready to unleash the current.

He would not allow the opponent to touch Master Qing, not even a bit!

In Du Yu’s view, the closer the Saint Minister got to Master Qing, the smaller his figure became, smaller and smaller...

To the Saint Minister, that tiny Gourd Mouth seemed like the mouth of a bottomless pit with a diameter of kilometers!

Du Yu finally relaxed, as the Saint Minister steadily fell into the Jade Gourd, his body firmly immobilized.

Now, the Saint Minister couldn’t even move.

The raging fire burning on him was invading his mind every second.

"Ah! Ah...ah." The Saint Minister’s furious roar abruptly stopped.

He originally couldn’t move his body, but now even the privilege of making a sound was stripped away.

The Saint Minister only felt a blur before his eyes, as a phantom shadow appeared before him.

Du Yu?!

To be precise, it was Artifact Spirit·Gourd Yu.

The Saint Minister’s eyes were wide open in rage; if looks could kill, Gourd Yu would have died ten thousand times over.

The interior of the Jade Gourd suddenly dimmed.

It turned out to be Yang Qingqing leaning her head in front, her large, beautiful eyes blocking the light outside the gourd.

On the other side of the Jade Gourd, another face leaned in, with gigantic eyes observing the tiny creature inside.

"So small." Du Yu said softly, "Feels like a finger could crush it."

"Hehe." Yang Qingqing, in great spirits, chuckled lightly.

The colossal Cold Tree Branch, measuring several thousand meters, could only serve as a small bonsai inside the gourd, indeed making this so-called Cold Race creature only fit to be sand grains.

"Here." Yang Qingqing picked up the Jade Gourd and handed it over.

Du Yu didn’t understand but instinctively cradled the Jade Gourd.

The woman’s palm naturally landed on Du Yu’s head, gently ruffling his hair.

In her heart, there wasn’t just admiration, but more of finally being at ease.

The sharp sword hanging over everyone’s heads was finally shattered.

It’s always been about catching thieves for a thousand days, where’s the logic in guarding against them for that long?

If they couldn’t find this Saint Minister, everyone would’ve lived in constant fear, unable to find peace.

In front of Master Qing, Du Yu no longer had that "devil" demeanor from before.

The hostility gradually faded from him, and his heart became more stable.

At the edge of the distant clouds, Zhongli Chen stood on the tip of a Silver Spear, gazing at the pair standing high in the sky.

On his eternally solemn face, a faint look of approval appeared.

The Great Xia has produced some incredible young people.

It should be so!

How could the status quo between Twin and Youhan ever be broken if they always relied on a bunch of old folks, never changing?

"Swoosh~"

Zhongli Chen, wrapped in currents, withdrew the Holy Soldier, and his figure vanished without a trace.

"Master Qing." High above, Du Yu called softly.

"Hmm." Yang Qingqing finally came to her senses and slowly lowered her hand.

Du Yu slightly shifted his gaze, looking at the spot where the Silver General disappeared: "That elder just now seems to be one of the Seven Saints of Great Xia?"

"Should be." Yang Qingqing turned around, seeing that the other party had already disappeared without a trace.

Like Du Yu, before this battle, she had never had the honor of seeing the true face of Saint Zhongli.

But based on the "White Horse Silver Spear" codename and the opponent’s overwhelming power, the master and apprentice both deduced the man’s identity.

"The elder has left." Du Yu said softly, "So, can we go home too?"

Yang Qingqing whispered, "We still have to search for the remnants of the Cold Race. Why, tired?"

"No."

A faint smile emerged on Yang Qingqing’s exquisite face: "Then you are homesick."

"No, no." Du Yu shook his head awkwardly, holding the Jade Gourd.

"Let’s go." Not exposing him, the woman summoned the Sea of Sorrow Demon Saint with ease, "The sooner we eliminate the remnants, the earlier we can return to rest."

"Yes!"

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