Chapter 248: How It Should Be

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Feng Zhi propels himself into the skies using golden flames, fighting the natural pull of the Curse of the Earth, and rains fire on his foes. Nearly a hundred are killed in an instant. Monsters turn to cinders. Men die with their armor melted over their corpses. It all happens so quickly that they do not even have the chance to scream.

Feng Zhi allows himself a proud smile.

This is how things should be.

No need to worry about everyone’s hidden plots. No need to be on his guard for over a dozen incredibly obvious betrayals. No need to watch over Feng Hao. All those concerns have been left in another country. In the Storm Dragon Empire, he only needs to worry about Yi Jiao, who, despite his many attempts to convince her otherwise, chose against staying in Rumbling Thunder City.

Feng Zhi would usually appreciate that she chose not to take advantage of his status to receive preferential treatment but now is not the time. At least she agreed to stay at the back of the army. She’ll be safe there.

He’ll make sure of it.

Feng Zhi sees some of the Fleshcrafter’s bizarre creatures trying to force their way through their formation. He flies over them and raises his arms to create a huge wall of flames that blocks their path. Not content with that, he grits his teeth and pushes, forcing the wall of flames to burn the monsters as they try to retreat.

The soldiers he has just saved cheer for him, something Feng Zhi has grown to appreciate over this campaign. It is nice to be admired on his merits rather than because of who his father is.

Curious as it might sound, Feng Zhi has found an odd sort of freedom in this broken land. Unlike in the Eternal Flame Clan, the situation in the Storm Dragon Empire is as simple as it could possibly be, and it has only grown simpler since they arrived here. The lines are clear. There are three Emperors vying for power. Two are on their side, and the other one is holed up in the castle.

It will all be over soon.

Feng Zhi will even dare to say the outcome has already been decided. This whole battle is largely performative. General He Bin will die, and General Murong Bang will follow a few days later. If General Nie Dan happens to lose, well, that doesn’t really matter. Killing an ally of the Eternal Flame Clan will give them cause to send one of the Elders to take care of the mad Emperor.

Either way, the Storm Dragon Empire will belong to the Eternal Flame Clan when this is all over. It’s all perfectly simple.

There’s just one annoying little problem…

“Qing Jin!”

Feng Zhi immediately incinerates that creature that dared to utter that damnable name. His flame burns so brightly that it blinds everyone nearby.

Even here.

Even here, he’s not allowed to put that stupid person out of his mind!

Instead of being able to freely hate the disciple of the Death Fashioning Scripture for daring to try to kidnap Feng Hao, Feng Zhi is forced to feel a fleeting moment of empathy for him.

Pathetic.

“Make way!”

As if summoned by such a fitting description of his person, the fool that dared to reject his kindness comes crashing down on one of the Fleshcrafter’s creatures. The impact splatters its gross insides everywhere, and Feng Zhi is suddenly all too grateful for the flames that keep his body protected and his clothes clean.

Fire is truly the superior element.

“What are you doing here?” Feng Zhi asks Huang Shing, grimacing as the idiot uses Qi to blast away the bits of flesh trying to eat through his aura. How inelegant. It is no wonder Yi Jiao dreaded spending the rest of her life with him. What a waste that would have been.

Huang Shing scowls at him, as if only now noticing his presence. Obviously, that is completely impossible. For all his many flaws, the upstart’s fighting talent is such that he would never lose track of someone as strong as him.

“It’s a battle, isn’t it?” Huang Shing replies, his fists glowing with power as he smashes the creatures around him. “If we destroy all the enemies, we win. I’m destroying the enemy.”

An overly simplistic outlook, but he’s not wrong. Feng Zhi cannot even tell him he’s out of formation. From the beginning, people like Huang Shing were never expected to stick to a formation. The role of him and other fighters of the Eternal Flame Clan is to sow as much chaos as possible.

“Your presence is unrequired. I have things handled here.”

To demonstrate his point, Feng Zhi snaps his fingers and instantly incinerates all the monsters around Huang Shing.

He grins smugly when the upstart glares at him.

“Why don’t you go help that friend of yours?” Feng Zhi asks him. “It looks like he needs it.”

Despite trying very hard to ignore Qing Jin’s presence, Feng Zhi has not missed what is happening to him. Murong Bang’s second-in-command is parading Qing Jin around the battlefield, most likely trying to use his presence to attract the Fleshcrafter’s creatures. If Feng Zhi has noticed that, then Huang Shing, who actually cares for Qing Jin, definitely has as well.

To his surprise, Huang Shing shrugs and shakes his head.

“No, there’s no need for me to go help him,” Huang Shing says. “He’s Brother Jin. He’ll be fine.”

Feng Zhi’s eye twitches. There’s something very annoying about the way the upstart says those words. He says them with confidence that borders on certainty. The idiot truly believes there is no need to worry about Qing Jin, and that bothers him more than any taunt or insult that Huang Shing could have thrown his way.

It’s not because there is no one who would speak of him with such trust. Not at all.

That would be utterly childish of him.

“So, is he really of royal blood?” Huang Shing asks, making a vein throb on Feng Zhi’s forehead. “Everyone is saying he is, and supposedly, the storm thing blocking our way could only be undone by someone of royal blood, but I’m not sure if that’s just something we’re making up so it all looks more legitimate.”

Feng Zhi blasts a whole squadron of men stupid enough to try to attack them.

Destroying them brings him no satisfaction.

“Does it matter?” He asks, his voice nearly a growl.

The annoying upstart smiles. He hadn’t been trying to anger him, but he could tell that he had. In that stupid mind of his, this exchange probably counts as some sort of victory.

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“No, I guess it doesn’t,” the upstart says before leaping back into the fray.

And really, what else needs to be said? Royal blood? Son of the Black Dragon?

What do any of those things matter?

The Storm Dragon Empire belongs to the Eternal Flame Clan. At best, Qing Jin’s… ancestry will make the transition process easier. No matter what plot Qing Jin has (and to be honest, Feng Zhi is really starting to doubt Qing Jin has any sort of plot beyond rushing into the next clearly dangerous situation), that truth will not change.

And yet…

And yet…

His conversation with Qing Jin’s woman flashes through his mind. No doubt, she knew the truth back then. Feng Zhi looks at Huang Shing’s back and considers blasting him out of spite, but what purpose would that serve? There is no sense in killing him, no matter how much he annoys him.

There is also no sense in killing Qing Jin or his woman.

Feng Zhi sighs and aims his hand to his left, burning everything that happens to be standing in that direction. There is no friendly fire, of course. He knew before aiming that he would only hit his enemies.

Feng Zhi wishes everything would be that simple all the time.

It would all be so simple if he always knew who to burn.

After the Dead Plains, he thought he understood things a little better. His cultivation, which had been stagnant for so long, began moving once more. He stepped from the first level of the Earth Realm to the second. Now, he’s on the Third. What could that be the result of other than increased maturity on his part?

Now, Feng Zhi is starting to think that maybe it was just the result of being free of several stressors. He no longer has to worry about a bloody succession because the succession has been decided. He also doesn’t have to worry about Feng Hao being targeted. His grandfather made his displeasure of such tactics clear enough. Being able to spend time with Yi Jiao without having to worry about how that might be used against his father has also greatly helped his mood.

There is also the light that shone on him in the Dead Plains. While it might have shown a clear predilection for Feng Hao, that doesn’t mean the light did nothing to him. However, Feng Zhi would rather not think of that light because it will just make him worry about Feng Hao.

Regardless, if his growth is simply the result of external factors, doesn’t that mean he actually hasn’t grown at all?