I swept the Phoenix with the Onmyoji Shikigami

Chapter 218 I Hand Over the Scroll

It was no longer an ordinary scroll, but turned into an exquisite brush, lying quietly on the stone slab next to Xinghan.

"This……"

Xinghan had no idea why this change happened.

Xinghan picked up the brush carefully. It was as smooth as jade and emitted a faint starlight.

The moment he held the brush, it seemed to merge into one with him and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a faint mark of stars in the palm of his hand.

"Father, why is this? Isn't this the magical artifact to resurrect the ancient gods?" Xingyun anxiously grabbed Xinghan's palm a few times, then turned his arm over, but found nothing.

"I don't know, maybe, this is not it..."

In an instant, the sky seemed to be gently lifted by the gorgeous glow of light. In the midst of the dazzling brilliance, a beautiful lady dressed in a phoenix crown and a bridal robe, as if she had walked out of a painting - Hua Niao, appeared leisurely in the air, surrounded by a faint fairy air, so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

Her eyes were as gentle as water, and she opened her red lips slightly, looking at the dazed Xingyun below with affection, and her tone was full of unquestionable determination: "Xingyun, I came here only to retrieve that scroll."

Xingyun felt mixed emotions when he heard this. He had never expected the flowers and birds to appear in such a stunning way, and he had never expected that she would ask for the scroll that meant so much to him. He tried to explain in a soft but slightly flustered voice:

"Huaniao, listen to me, I left in a hurry on the wedding night because I had my own reasons..." However, before he could finish his words, Huaniao interrupted him by gently raising her hand.

There was a strange light flashing in Hua Niao's eyes, and a gentle smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which contained a sense of relief from the past and expectations for the future.

"Xingyun, I no longer care about the past. But that scroll is a treasure passed down from generation to generation in my family. It means a lot to me. It is not just an object, but also a bond that connects our unfinished love." Her voice was gentle but firm, and every word seemed to carry an irresistible power.

Xinghan, who was standing nearby, witnessed this scene and a complicated look appeared on his face.

He frowned, his eyes showing surprise at the sudden appearance of flowers and birds, as well as confusion about the complex relationship between the clouds and flowers and birds. He wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally just stood aside silently, watching the development of all this.

There was a subtle and tense atmosphere in the air, as if even the wind had stopped.

Hua Niao's eyes were always fixed on Xing Yun, waiting for his response. And Xing Yun, under Hua Niao's affectionate and resolute gaze, finally made a decision. He took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Hana, I understand. I will return the scroll to you, but please give me some more time. There were some minor incidents. Let me explain..."

"No! Give it to me! Give it to me now!" The flowers and birds' voices became more and more hysterical.

Xinghan's keen intuition made him quickly realize that the situation in front of him was far from as simple as it seemed. He shouted in a deep voice: "You are not a real flower or bird! Although your disguise is wonderful, it can't escape my eyes after all."

Hua Niao, or Fu Sheng who was now disguised as Hua Niao, changed his expression slightly, but soon regained his composure and tried to use more moving words to argue: "Xinghan, why do you say that? I am Hua Niao, how can I be a fake?"

Xinghan remained unmoved. He calmly listed several key pieces of evidence:

"First, a true bird and flower would never care about a scroll at such a critical moment and not ask the real reason why Xingyun left. Second, the coldness and calculation in your eyes are very different from the innocence and kindness of birds and flowers. Third, and most importantly, I have seen your portrait in the ancient books of the spirit world. Fu Sheng - the scum of the spirit world, you finally exposed your true colors."

As Xinghan finished speaking, the air seemed to freeze. Seeing this, Fu Sheng could no longer maintain her disguise. She sneered, and with a flick of her body, she instantly removed her disguise as a flower or bird, revealing her true face that was sinister and cunning.

"You're such a smart guy, Xinghan. Since you've seen through me, there's nothing to hide." Fu Sheng smiled sinisterly and waved his hand. There was a commotion behind the bushes, and the real flowers and birds were dragged out by two black shadows with wings. They looked extremely weak but their eyes were firm.

But Hua Niao looked at Xingyun anxiously, her eyes filled with confusion and anxiety. Her mouth was blocked by Fu Sheng, so she couldn't say anything.

"Fu Sheng, let her go!" Seeing this, Xingyun rushed forward in anger, but was blocked by an invisible force and could not get close.

Fu Sheng looked at Xingyun coldly and threatened:

"Hand over the scroll, otherwise, this real flower and bird will die because of you. I know that the scroll is equally important to you, but in my eyes, it is just a pawn in my revenge plan. If you want to save her, just be obedient."

Facing Fu Sheng's threat, Xingyun and Xinghan exchanged complicated looks, their hearts full of struggle and helplessness. But at this critical moment, they knew they had to make a choice.

Finally, Xingyun took a deep breath and slowly said, "Okay, I'll hand over the scroll, but you must promise to let the flowers and birds go."

Xinghan nodded at Xingyun, and a scroll appeared in his palm, its shape and style exactly the same as the previous one.

Hua Niao kept shaking his head anxiously, as if signaling Xingyun not to give the scroll to Fu Sheng.

When Fu Sheng saw the appearance of the flowers and birds, the scroll in Xinghan's hand and Xingyun's hesitation, he became more convinced that it was the real scroll.

He howled loudly, "Master, I will finally revive you! I will open the Abyss and let you out!"

Fu Sheng smiled triumphantly. He waved his hand to signal his men to take the scroll and at the same time signaled to release the flowers and birds.

However, at this moment, Xinghan suddenly launched an attack. He used his exquisite control of spiritual power to instantly create chaos, giving Xingyun the opportunity to approach the flowers and birds.

"Fu Sheng, your conspiracy will not succeed!" Xinghan shouted loudly, and fought side by side with Xingyun, vowing to protect the real flowers and birds, as well as the scroll that carried important secrets.

A fierce battle broke out in the night sky, with starlight and spiritual power interweaving into a brilliant picture. In this battle, the light of justice and courage will eventually illuminate the darkness and protect those precious things.

Just as Xingyun took that decisive step, wanting to protect the weak flowers and birds behind him, the sky suddenly changed color, as if night had fallen early, or as if the door to the abyss had suddenly opened.

A sharp creaking sound pierced the sky, and countless black shadows, like undead spirits summoned by the darkness, surged in from all directions in the form of crows, covering the sky and the sun.

These crows, with eyes gleaming with dark green light and feathers as black as night, flap their wings in the air, stirring up cold storms. They are not just creatures of nature, but more like puppets controlled by evil forces, targeting the clouds, the stars, and real flowers and birds.

"This is Fu Sheng's evil magic!" Xinghan exclaimed.