Anning still didn’t understand what was going on, but she conveniently struck up a conversation with the pheasant.
"What brings you here, sister?"
The pheasant happily hopped over to Anning, pecking lightly at her soft, white fur: "Sister, I can transform into a human now. I can finally transform into a human form."
After speaking, the pheasant spun around, and a girl dressed in colorful clothes appeared before Anning.
Anning glanced at the girl, feeling that it was quite an eyesore.
How to describe it, the girl’s clothes aside, which were similar in color to the pheasant’s feathers, but her hair was a ss piled on her head. Her face had makeup, with dark circles, long upward-tilted eyebrows, and black lips.
Anning thought this was quite similar to those non-mainstream makeup styles seen in modern tis.
"Sister, am I pretty?"
The pheasant proudly asked.
"Pretty."
Anning replied against her conscience, and after speaking, she covered her chest, feeling a pang of guilt.
"I knew this looks beautiful."
The pheasant beca even prouder.
She bent over and picked up Anning: "Is your wound healed, sister?"
Anning nodded: "Almost healed."
The pheasant giggled, and although she was in human form, her laughter still resembled a rooster’s crowing.
Anning almost wanted to cover her ears.
The pheasant sat down holding Anning: "Sister, I can transform now too. Say, could you give a na?"
"Sure."
Anning thought for a mont: "Since you’re originally a chicken, why don’t we start with Ji as the surna, and for the na..."
The pheasant was a bit unhappy: "I don’t want the surna Ji. It doesn’t sound nice. I have phoenix blood, so I’d rather have the surna Feng."
"That works too."
Anning agreeably said: "As for the na..."
The pheasant was quicker than Anning: "Sister, what’s your na?"
Only then did Anning rember, it seed this body also only transford recently and hadn’t been nad yet.
"My surna is Hu, and I’m called Hu Anning."
The pheasant laughed: "Then I want a similar na to sister."
Anning wasn’t in the mood to think of words, so she casually said: "Then you can be called Feng Anan."
"Okay."
The newly nad Feng Anning appeared even happier: "I have a na now. I’m called Feng Anan, I’m called Feng Anan."
Anning’s head was aching from her noise, so she said: "Anan, I still need to heal. Why don’t you go out and play first, and I’ll co find you once I’m better."
As for where to find her, Anning didn’t know, she just wanted to get Feng Anan to leave for now.
Feng Anan was still quite concerned about Anning. Hearing that she needed to heal, she quickly put her down: "Alright then, I’ll go see the third sister, and you rest first, sister."
After Feng Anan left, another little fox brought in so wild ga for Anning to eat.
Anning pushed it away.
She definitely didn’t want to eat raw at, and she wasn’t hungry anyway.
Once she sent the little foxes away, Anning finally had so peace and quiet.
She began thinking about organizing the original body’s mories.
Then, as she delved into them, Anning was even more dumbfounded.
She had unexpectedly arrived in the world of Divine Enthronent.
And this body was supposed to be the infamous Su Daji, and the pheasant that just left was the Nine-headed Pheasant Spirit, who, along with her, conspired against the loyal and righteous, leading to the fall of the Yin Shang Kingdom.
Anning held her forehead, wondering what kind of predicant this was.
She certainly didn’t want to serve King Zhou in Chaoge, nor did she want to be slayed by Jiang Ziya.
She began communicating with the original soul, trying to understand its desires.
The original soul was full of grievances.
She was initially a little demon who had cultivated for thousands of years in the Xuanyuan Tomb, wanting to quietly cultivate until one day she could beco an immortal.
However, unexpectedly, Nuwa summoned the three demons of Xuanyuan Tomb with the Demon Flag and commanded them to find a way to destroy the Yin Shang Kingdom in the mortal world, promising them rewards once the task was accomplished.
It was already incredibly difficult for demons to cultivate, and even more so to beco immortals. If they relied on their cultivation alone, they might never beco immortals before they died.
But Nuwa was a Saint of the Demon Clan, and if she bestowed blessings, they might have a great fortune.
Because of this, the three demons began causing chaos in the mortal world, devising ways to enchant King Zhou into becoming an unrighteous ruler. To expedite the downfall of Shang, they frad loyal officials, harming countless people.
Finally, when she completed the task given by the Empress Nuwa and thought she could beco an immortal, she was captured by Jiang Ziya, who wanted to execute her to appease the grievances of the people.
She pleaded with the Empress Nuwa, but the high and mighty Saint said she hadn’t instructed her to harm anyone. Since she disobeyed and hard people, she was to be punished.
At that mont, the original soul really felt her heart turn cold.
After her death, her resentful spirit lingered in the world, and sohow, through the passage of ti, she returned to a thousand years ago, to the ti when she had just transford into human form.
Having returned to this ti, the original soul still wanted to die.
She had lost all motivation for cultivation.
Nuwa was a Saint of the Demon Clan, and when she summoned them with the Demon Flag, the original soul dared not refuse. Thinking she couldn’t avoid it in any case, she wondered why she should work hard to cultivate. If she didn’t cultivate and remained a low-leveled little monster, maybe the Empress Nuwa would overlook her and spare her life.
And then Anning ca.
The original soul, not really wanting to live anyway, sensed Anning’s powerful Soul Power and willingly offered the body to her.
Anning looked at the elegant woman before her and asked: "What do you want?"
The woman smiled bitterly: "What do I want? In this world, when do I have a say? I’m just a puppet on strings for others. I don’t know who you are, only that you are stronger than . I willingly give my body to you; do as you wish."
Anning asked again: "Don’t you have any wishes?"
"A wish?"
Unconsciously, a tear fell from the woman’s eye: "I want to be free. I don’t want to be used by the Empress Nuwa again, don’t want to harm so many people. If possible, could you give a good end?"
Anning nodded: "Alright."
The woman smiled at Anning and bowed gracefully: "If possible, please treat my two sisters kindly, ensure my descendants can escape that calamity, I beg you."
After saying this, the woman’s figure gradually faded away.
And Anning received all of the woman’s mories.
She sorted through those mories, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
This ti was still a millennium away from the start of Divine Enthronent, which gave Anning ample ti to plan.
Anning was not afraid of Nuwa’s Demon Flag; if Nuwa summoned her again, she could simply not go.
After all, her Divine Soul was fundantally free from the control of any deity or immortal in this world. Even though Nuwa was a Saint, she could not control a soul from another world like Anning’s.
Most importantly, when Anning arrived in this world, passing through chaos, her Divine Soul had absorbed so Chaotic Power, leaving her unafraid of anyone.
And if she wanted to protect the Xuanyuan Three Demons, and take care of the little fox demons in this cave, she must first cultivate properly.
In this world, personal strength is fundantal.
Only by becoming strong could she fear no one.
The original soul’s mory did contain thods of cultivation, but they were far too rudintary for Anning to consider.
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