The Honest Little Phoenix

"Saint Stage?"

Xiao Yan's expression changed abruptly upon hearing this.

It was hardly surprising for various Dou Zun overlords to be drawn into fighting over a relic established by a Dou Saint who had died who knew how many years ago. But true Saint Stage experts were almost certainly not interested in such things.

Saints stood as high as the heavens.

Cultivators who had reached this stage had long cast off the limitations of mortal flesh. By themselves, they could establish a small world and become its master.

For those living within a small world, a Saint level expert was a genuine, living god!

Xiao Yan's expression shifted uncertainly as he pondered, "A Saint Stage Great Master is actually interested in a relic?"

Zi Yan licked her hand, her face full of disdain. "Those mongrel birds have impure bloodlines. They dream of transforming and ascending every day. There's no way they wouldn't be tempted after sensing the Heavenly Phoenix aura within this relic."

Zi Yan clearly knew quite a bit about the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan and naturally understood their methods of continuing their bloodline.

Looking at Feng Qing'er's twisted expression, a rare trace of pity appeared on Zi Yan's little face. "As subspecies of the Ancient Heavenly Phoenix, those mongrel birds should have had no chance of breaking through to the ninth rank. But their Ancestor had some skill. He gathered all the remaining Ancient Heavenly Phoenix bloodlines into the Ancestral River and watered it generation after generation with the blood of clan members."

"These mongrel birds claim that the clan's glory cannot be desecrated. They regard anyone who obtains a demon phoenix corpse as a mortal enemy and hunt them down at any cost. That's probably why."

Zi Yan picked up a demon phoenix bone and knocked it