The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 215: The Pitiful Princely Heir

Seeing the Xuan Bird surrounded by guards, the True Qi transformed into ropes, trussing its wings and claws.

These guards of the Prince Manor are at least third and fourth rank Xuanwu Practitioners; over a dozen of them gathered together are not to be underestimated.

Heir Yang wore a proud and complacent expression as he stepped forward, shaking the Spirit Talisman in his hand.

"Capture!"

The Spirit Talisman fluttered onto the Xuan Bird’s body, with no effect.

(Humiliation, this is an utter disgrace! This idiot dares to shame me with a scrap of paper!)

Aunt Bird was enraged, and the consequences were severe.

With an angry screech from the Xuan Bird, its wings quivered, and a terrifying burst of True Qi exploded from within.

Under the influence of that burst of True Qi, the Xuan Bird’s strength suddenly multiplied several times.

It soared into the sky with a high head, and the Xuanwu Practitioners on the ground were instantly lifted off their feet, falling one after another from the sky; some sustained broken arms and legs, while others perished on the spot.

The Spirit Talisman fell to the ground, crushed into bits by a claw of the Xuan Bird.

That was no Spirit Talisman at all, but merely a scrap of paper.

"My Spirit Talisman!"

Heir Yang’s face was a picture of disbelief.

200,000 taels of silver wasted!

Heir Yang could hardly believe his own eyes.

Then from up ahead, there was a thwack of a wing sweeping through.

Heir Yang was sent flying.

He tumbled awkwardly onto the ground and struggled to get up.

"Don’t come any closer, I am the Princely Heir, my royal father won’t let you off!"

Heir Yang, looking at the imposing creature before him, realized how foolish he had been earlier.

He actually thought about capturing such a colossal beast.

Heir Yang shouldn’t have mentioned it, for with his words, Aunt Bird’s anger intensified.

(Ignorant humans, you have caused me to lose my offspring, I will make sure all of you perish.)

Heir Yang looked around; his men were either injured, fleeing or gone, leaving only him behind.

Just then, Heir Yang caught a glimpse of a figure from the corner of his eye.

It was that simpleton!

Heir Yang saw the same simpleton from earlier, hiding aside, quivering in fear.

Heir Yang was overjoyed and grabbed Xin Lin, using him as a human shield.

Heir Yang never considered how, amidst all the casualties, such an incapable simpleton remained unharmed.

Sworn enemies’ eyes burn bitter red upon meeting.

The Xuan Bird recognized "Cao Duozhi" at a single glance!

All its iridescent feathers stood on end.

(A death for an egg, die! All of you must die!)

Under the wrath of the Xuan Bird, its wings vibrated fiercely once more.

Multiple tornadoes ripped from the ground, swirling towards Xin Lin and Heir Yang.

"Don’t, don’t! I beg for mercy, great Xuan Bird, please spare me!"

Seeing the tornadoes pounce like ferocious tigers, Heir Yang almost pushed Xin Lin out.

But then, he sensed that something was amiss.

"Do you know, my dear sir, the difference between a persimmon and a persimmon cake?"

In front of him, the supposed human shield looked at him with a tilt of the head, an expression of "innocent naivety".

"The difference between me and a cake?"

Heir Yang instinctively echoed the question.

An idiot stays an idiot, asking such nonsensical questions when death is near.

"You’ll know the answer very soon."

The little simpleton flashed him a smile, and leisurely took out a handful of grass from his bosom, handing it to Heir Yang.

The next moment, the little simpleton in front of him vanished.

Heir Yang was left stupefied, holding a handful of grass.

The tornado swept over, and Heir Yang, like a leaf, was instantly caught in the storm...

(Foolish humans, this is the consequence of offending me)

The Xuan Bird wore an expression of fury when suddenly, it felt a tickle in its nose—the air filled with a faint scent of grass.