The Celestial Phoenix Has Too Much Lust-Chapter 37: It Should Have Been an Eternal Memory for a Hollow-Faced Man’s Nut

Chapter 37: It Should Have Been an Eternal Memory for a Hollow-Faced Man’s Nut

Within the Xuan Clan... at Elder Wen Yuan’s estate... a colossal, flaming celestial shadow manifested. It was the silhouette of a Divine Bird, whose cries had once filled the heavens and the earth.

In an instant—less than a heartbeat—tornadoes of flame erupted, incinerating everything in record time. Dozens of the "Hole-Faced Men" retreated into the sky.

Below them... amidst the charred remains of the house... stood a woman. Her robes floated majestically above the ground as she stared up with piercing, razor-sharp eyes.

The pressure from her blue flaming aura was suffocating.

A single Early Stage Golden Core... against dozens of Early Stage Nascent Soul masters.

With sharp, linear speed that tore through the air, the blue flame-female struck like a Heavenly Scourge.

Swoosh...

Dash...

Slash...

CRACK!

The men launched broad, synchronized attacks from multiple directions. They looked relaxed, as if this weren’t even a real fight to them.

But then...

CLANG!

A relentless barrage of flaming spheres erupted from various points, piercing through their vision. The fireballs poured down like machine-gun fire, leaving them blind to the true danger lurking among them.

In a brilliant flash, Ni Ni Layan’s golden sword tore through the necks of five of them instantly.

Yet, in that same heartbeat, the remaining men lunged at her, completely indifferent to the fallen state of their comrades.

With terrifying speed, she dodged, retreated, and struck back like a woman possessed.

DASH...

SWOOSH...

CLANG!

The flaming orbs were being launched by the tiny Flame Fairies that had emerged from Ni Ni Layan.

The men tried to coordinate strikes from different angles and maintain their distance, but whenever one of them attempted to retreat even slightly, he would find himself ambushed from behind by a golden sword, flashing brilliantly under the sun.

She was the perfect warrior—it was as if a world champion were toying with a group of children. But there was one thing she hadn’t accounted for...

The men she had cut down were rising as if it were nothing. They were completely resistant to ordinary physical strikes. At that moment, Ni Ni Layan realized the true extent of the danger.

Her Soul-Attack techniques were still locked due to her currently low cultivation level. She couldn’t hold off dozens of them on her own for much longer. She tried to stall for time, seeking a temporary escape.

But there were too many of them.

CRAACK!

Ni Ni Layan took a brutal punch directly to her face.

Before she could recover...

In the next heartbeat, a tightly clenched fist slammed into her back with searing force. She couldn’t even manage to dodge.

She was left with no choice but to endure a barrage of heavy blows... from dozens of them at once.

They were about to deliver the final blow, convinced that this was the end. No matter how brilliant or Peerless a genius one might be, there would be no escape.

She had literally endured a direct clash against them—against forces that knew no mercy. Were it not for the harsh truth that nothing comes easy, the matter would have been settled long ago.

The weakened Phoenix, surrounded by dozens from all sides, was paralyzed by the sheer weight of the blows...

Her end was imminent.

BOOM!

The air itself seemed to evaporate at the point of their impact. But instead of the bloodbath of her death, they found only a flickering shadow.

A strange sensation washed over them. They looked down at their bodies... and saw blue flames tracing every inch of their flesh. Glowing blue lines...

They realized, too late, that their bodies had already been sliced to pieces.

Their remains scattered everywhere in the air around them.

They could do nothing but watch as the flames took hold of them like a terminal curse.

She stood there, completely exhausted, black smoke trailing from her parched throat. Her flaming sword flickered with a dying glow. She was at her absolute limit.

CRASH!

She was struck by a sudden, heavy blow that shattered the ground beneath her, sending cracks spiderwebbing through the earth.

Nearby, Elder Wen Yuan’s mind was reeling; he couldn’t believe any of this was happening. He had been surviving by a sheer miracle amidst this meat grinder of a battle.

"I must escape... what a nightmare!"

He realized now that he was nothing more than an insect in this clash of titans.

Suddenly, countless auras surged into the air. The warriors of the Xuan Clan had finally emerged in full force, moving to intercept the invaders after all the commotion.

"Who dares trespass upon the glorious lands of the Xuan Clan?!"

The masked men looked at the approaching auras and then at one another... they were already prepared to retreat. But then, the man with the hole-riddled face noticed something bizarre: the chest they had come for was gone. The entire reason for their intrusion had vanished.

This realization plunged them into a brutal clash with the members of the Xuan Clan.

The Elders stood in a line, prepared to launch a combined strike, but they froze when they recognized the attackers. Seeing their grotesque forms and attire, the Great Elder Byeong barked an order:

"Hold! Do not attack!"

He signaled for everyone to stand down. The warriors in the sky watched the scene, their hearts pounding before thirty Elders. No one dared to move an inch.

But suddenly, from the shadows, ten members of the Clan’s Secret Unit—the elite of the elite—launched a surprise assault. They recognized the invaders as enemies and defied the Elders’ orders.

"Anyone who transgresses against the Xuan Family, no matter who they are, shall face death!"

The words were spoken by a man at the Middle Stage of the Nascent Soul Realm. While Zen Si and the others were on a separate mission, he was the Commander tasked with guarding the Clan.

They had been delayed, failing to sense the danger earlier due to the aura-shielding array Elder Wen Yuan had maintained. Now that it was destroyed, everyone had arrived.

The clash began. The masked men tried to evade, but the Secret Unit was right in front of them. Aura collisions, strikes, and explosions erupted across the sky, staggering the minds of all who watched. They gasped in awe, only just realizing the sheer scale of the destruction.

The Secret Unit launched a relentless assault with their spiritual weapons against the hole-faced men.

The masked invaders were greater in number and possessed superior combat prowess. They evaded strikes and countered with blows that the Secret Unit warriors couldn’t match—largely because nothing seemed to affect them. They fought as if they were immortal.

It didn’t take long before the ten elite guards were struck down, tossed aside with grievous wounds covering their bodies.

The masked men couldn’t afford to waste more time; they had to find the chest immediately. Their gaze locked onto Elder Wen, and they were upon him in an instant. He was hoisted by his throat before he could even turn to flee, his legs flailing desperately in the air.

"Please... have mercy... I am your loyal servant... gasp..."

They were on the verge of killing him when they noticed something—the sound of laughter.

"Hahaha..."

Everyone turned to see a figure rising from the debris. Her face was caked in dust and grime, her eyes half-closed, and her hair a chaotic mess. A single trail of crimson blood leaked from the corner of her mouth.

It was Ni Ni Layan. She was rising like a corpse defying death, clawing its way back to life. Her breaths were black, like a soul-engine exhaling its final, desperate gasps.

Yet, a steel-like resolve burned in her sharp eyes.

Standing firm amidst the ruins, she raised her hand, revealing the chest for everyone to see.

"The secret is far too dangerous, isn’t it? Hahaha! You don’t want anyone to see it... HAHAHA! How about I just blow it up?!"

The hole-faced men saw the spark in Ni Ni Layan’s eyes. Attacking now would be absolute folly—it would destroy the chest. The man holding Elder Yuan tightened his grip on the Elder’s throat, parading him before everyone as a shield.

The remaining Elders watched Ni Ni Layan, knowing her next move would seal the Elder’s fate before the entire clan.

"Pfft... a clumsy move."

Ni Ni Layan was indeed on the verge of incinerating the chest with her flames, but the invaders lunged forward in a state of sheer panic.

They didn’t realize it was a meticulously laid trap by warriors pushing 200% of their limits to stay in the fight. The Secret Unit rose as one, blocking the invaders from reaching her.

"Your sacrifice will be immortalized... thank you..."

Suddenly, Ni Ni Layan clenched her fists and clapped.

CLAP!

Instantly, a circular wall erupted, trapping the hole-faced men within a ring. They looked around in shock at Ni Ni Layan, who was smiling as if she had lured them into the slaughterhouse herself.

Everything had been part of her design. Her "fall" was a ruse; she had been preparing the formation to cage them with her all along. With her brilliant tactical mind, she had visually coordinated the attack pattern with the Secret Unit warriors.

"Now that the rats are in the trap... it’s time to show them hell."

[Host Formation Activated... Falling Sky Formation... Array Engaged...]

Ni Ni Layan snapped her eyes open, radiating pure energy. Around her, the Flame Fairies emerged, performing a perfect, rhythmic dance before the eyes of everyone. Every movement and every wave of their hands sent a thundering resonance through the hearts of those watching.

The hole-faced men sensed a mortal danger. They tried to break past the Secret Unit, but the elite warriors began sacrificing their very lives, using their final breaths to stall them.

In a final act of desperation, Ni Ni Layan absorbed the remaining energies of the Secret Unit members. They had already decided to offer themselves up.

The formation was complete.

Clouds swirled violently around the epicenter... and everyone present felt the overwhelming horror of the scene.

The hole-faced men tried to flee, but there was nowhere to run. The barrier was impenetrable.

The clouds didn’t stop. Thunder shook the very foundations of the earth as a colossal, divine lightning bolt streaked toward Ground Zero. The bolt descended directly into the heart of the circle.

It was massive, majestic, and so radiant it caused instant blindness. Everyone within that circle...

Except for Ni Ni Layan... was utterly obliterated.

The dust settled after several minutes, and the barrier dissolved. The crowd stood in shell-shocked silence. Every eye was fixed on the silhouette of the woman on her knees, black smoke billowing from her mouth.

Yet, despite the exhaustion, she wore a triumphant smile amidst the devastation.

Elsewhere... far beyond Jian Province, in the Upper Realm... within one of the Immortal Palaces, a woman entered. She possessed a dragon’s tail, a flawless, graceful physique, and a face of peerless beauty.

She entered a room where a tall man sat at his desk, his head in his hands. He was powerfully built, muscular, and entirely white—no eyebrows, but with thick, dense hair.

This man was...

"Lord Min Wu, the tea is ready."

The White Tortoise, Min Wu—a master of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.

Min Wu looked at his secretary’s hand, gently stroking her arm as she offered the tea.

"Ah, the tea smells exquisite... as it always does when it brings good news."

The woman smiled tenderly.

"Good news indeed. Ni Ni Layan’s power has been detected again in the Lower Realm. As you suspected, my Lord... she is still alive."

Min Wu smiled slightly, nuzzling his face against the woman’s hand.

"Didn’t I tell you to call me just ’Min Wu’ when we are alone?"

The woman blushed deeply, but was suddenly startled by a bizarre reaction.

She blinked...

And found him suddenly encased in his natural armor, clutching his weapons and pointing them at her, trembling violently.

"Li Yue! Swear it isn’t you! Are you her in disguise, trying to trick me?!"

His paralyzing fear had returned the instant he confirmed the Phoenix was still breathing.

"Don’t be afraid, Min Wu. Remember your promise to your grandfather—you vowed revenge. Didn’t you say you’d make her pay for stealing your legacy? This is your chance, while she is still weak."

But she found him shaking even harder.

"What if it’s just a trap to lure me out and kill me? No, no, no..."

Li Yue grabbed him by the cheek, staring intensely into his eyes.

"And what if she is weak? You swore on your life to reclaim the legacy. If you don’t show some courage..."

She pulled away, looking into the distance.

"Then I won’t let you touch me. I have no interest in cowards."

Min Wu realized his blunder.

He decided that before descending, he needed a disguise. Rumors in the Celestial Realm claimed that Ni Ni Layan, the Celestial Phoenix, hated men and wouldn’t let them near her.

Though she didn’t associate with women either, he reasoned that if she didn’t like men, she must like women. Despite the flawed logic, he decided to disguise himself as a woman. And to make the disguise flawless...

He looked at Li Yue.

"How about... you be the husband?"