The Anarchic Consort

When Phoenix woke up again, her strength had been restored, but she felt sore all over her body, along with ambiguous red marks on her neck. She could see the man lying next to her just by looking to the side. Even though he was sleeping, it seemed that he would not let go of her. Even his posture showed signs of restraining her.

She looked to her left again. One of her hands was chained to the bed frame by the man using a Demon Binding Iron Chain. It was added onto her when the man proceeded with the second time, in order to make her give up on struggling.

Phoenix’s gaze sank as she felt the heat on the back of her waist. Since the chain could not be unlocked, she just ripped it off with her fingers.

Using this method would certainly leave imprints on her fingers; even her wrist was not bare with half of the chain on it. Phoenix did not want to say anything. She then reached out to grab her cassock on the floor and put it on. She was quite tall after all, and her long legs were her most beautiful trait. Wearing a long robe as such made her slender long legs look as white as snow. It was indeed eye-catching.

The immortal who was dozing off woke up immediately and was about to speak when he saw her leaving.

Phoenix stopped him with an indifferent expression in her eyes, “Once your Emperor is awake, tell him that I am moving out.”

“What?” The immortal did not dare to raise his voice. He only nodded and said yes, pondering in his heart. Even if she was going to leave, she could have waited until dawn. Why would she leave so early?

He did not know what happened in the Great Hall, or else he would have freaked out instead of having such an expression.

Phoenix took a few steps forward but walked back again, bending down to pick up the manual. She took out a pen and carefully crossed out one of the lines.

Since she had already done it, it would be a huge loss if she did not cross it out.

Why should she be the one suffering the losses?

Phoenix pouted and returned to Buddhism with the manual. Everything was just the same as before, at least seemingly.

Yet, only Phoenix knew what would happen when the most important precept was broken.

The scythe in her hand would lose most of its Power of Buddha.

However, Phoenix still could not understand why that person would do such things to her.

Was it because conquering her would give him a sense of accomplishment?

Tightening her fingers, the scythe in Phoenix’s palm turned into prayer beads, wrapping itself around her slender wrist.

She could still smell the man’s odor which was stuck on her body when she was lying on the clouds, which made her frown fiercely.

That person would come into her mind as soon as she closed her eyes. A shadow that could have been ignored suddenly became defined.

Phoenix then contemplated whether she should find a chance to take revenge.

However, on second thoughts, no matter how she planned her revenge, a woman would always suffer losses in this kind of situation.

Since that man planned for it.

One time should be enough.

Phoenix smiled mockingly. She took out the manual again, feeling rather discontent. She was not domineering to the extent that she would blow dry his hair and let him lie on her thighs.

Forget about it.

She then cast the manual aside.

Tiredness swept through her body. Phoenix closed her eyes gently, dreaming of her childhood once again.

Back then, she used to read scriptures every day.

Little Shami walked over, “You can’t just read scriptures. You need to accumulate merits as well to become a Buddha. You will never become Buddha if you keep on being alone instead of joining others.”

Someone pulled Little Shami over and whispered, “Don’t speak nonsense. That person is different from us. She is Phoenix and is destined to become a Buddha.”

“What? Can someone become a Buddha without accumulating merits?”

“Shh. It’s a different situation for Phoenix. Besides that, don’t get too close to her. She comes from hell. She kills people.”

“Really? I can’t tell, she has such a beautiful face.”

“That’s just her appearance. I heard that if she gets angry, she can summon all the iniquities from hell. Even Honored Sir would not dare to let her do anything. Though, Honored Sir also said that a person with such fate was destined to live a lonely life. No one would love her; everyone would approach her with a purpose. That’s what she gets for being born impure…”

Little Phoenix just quietly walked forward after hearing those words. She looked at the clouds floating above her head in the sky and snickered.

Impure?

Hmph, who cares.

On this day, Honored Sir who was sitting on the golden lotus caught the taunt on Phoenix’s lips for the first time.

That was impertinent to Buddhism as a Buddhist.

He held his hands together and chanted, “Amitabha.”

Buddhism will not tolerate any disdain toward Buddha.

A person with Dharma Bone will not be able to abandon the ranking of Buddhism.

She needs to bear in mind what destiny is all about.

She will learn to give in, once she is badly wounded.

Honored Sir had always believed in this principle, so he did not stop the man when he approached Phoenix.

He never believed that the man would be sincere toward Phoenix anyway.

One would only thoroughly realize the truth after experiencing despair, no matter who one was.

What Phoenix needed was a broken heart.

That would be the only way for her to learn obedience…

…

Ethereal clouds floated across the sky in Tian Dao.

The man was not awake yet. His face was so beautiful, even the beauty of the world would lose its glamor. Especially when he smiled contentedly, it was particularly heart-warming when he subconsciously laid his arm toward the side.

Yet, his fingers only managed to touch the warmth left on the blanket.

The person who was supposed to be sleeping by his side was missing.

The man slowly opened his eyes, subsequently squinting his narrow eyes dangerously, letting out a chuckle, “When will she ever learn to be good?”

His words sounding, the bed in good condition was suddenly crushed into wooden specks in a heartbeat.

The immortal who was guarding the night hurried in after hearing the noise, wanting to see if any demons came out.

However, there were no demons.

There was only the Emperor who was standing in the middle of a pile of debris.

He held a woman’s undershirt in his left hand. His eyes were deep, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The immortal did not dare to take a step forward.

The Emperor was born with a devilish nature, but it was concealed after he gained the title of God.

Nevertheless, once he put on a black shawl robe, his eyes would appear dark and deep, just like a bottomless abyss. The rigorousness of abstinence was vividly manifested on him. He had a sense of decadence together with idleness in his cold aura, just like ice which had been sealed away for a long time, and no one could approach him.

The immortal thought that something must have happened.

Yet, he was still confused. Besides the fact that Lord Phoenix had left, what else could have happened?

Ah!?

Could Lord Phoenix really be the reason?

The immortal finally realized what was going on and quickly said, “Emperor, before Lord Phoenix left, she told me to inform you that she will be moving back and will not be returning anytime soon…”