The group's favorite junior sister returns to save the whole family of resentful villains

"Well, his name is Ji Qiuyu, and he is a good friend of mine."

Ji Qingzhou nodded. She had no intention of hiding anything when she told the priest and Feng Bao. "I came to the demon world for two purposes. One of them is to find him."

Feng Xiaocao was horrified: "You, you, you...you know that person?"

He huddled up to hug Storm's legs and hid behind him.

The days of being tortured by snake venom made him realize how terrible and vicious the human Xiu, who seemed even weaker than him, was.

Could it be that Ji Qingzhou, who could be friends with that kind of person, was also...

"Whatever the reason, it is a fact that he poisoned the Wind Eagle of your tribe."

Ji Qingzhou didn't explain further, "When I find him, I will make him apologize to the monsters he hurt."

As for what price he will have to pay in the end, that is Ji Qiuyu's own business.

The priest heard something behind Ji Qingzhou's words, "Do you think your friend poisoned our tribe's eagle for some other reason?"

"I'm not sure, these are just some guesses. I have to find him for the details."

Ji Qingzhou said: "What is certain is that he was the one who poisoned the place, so he should bear the corresponding responsibility."

The priest understood and asked no more questions.

"I came to the demon world for another purpose. I had planned to deal with it later, but now I have some time."

After Ji Qingzhou knew that he could catch up with Ji Qiuyu, he did not rush to leave immediately. Instead, he took out several wooden boxes from the Tianqing Yulin bracelet and handed them to Silent Fengbao beside him.

Storm took it and asked, "What is this...?"

Ji Qingzhou said: "Not long ago, I went to the front line."

Feng Bao was in awe when he heard this: "I also want to go to the front line, but..."

She hesitated to speak and did not continue. She just looked at Ji Qingzhou, waiting for her to continue.

Ji Qingzhou continued, "Due to some accidents, I was drawn into a secret realm called the Madman's Labyrinth created by the ancient demon cultivators, and found the remains of the predecessors of human and demon cultivators in it."

"The contents of these boxes should be those of your Wind Eagle Clan's ancestors."

Ji Qingzhou explained: "Before I came to the demon world, I knew very little about the demon race. When I collected the corpses of the demon race, I would leave a part of their body as a sample to help identify them."

"However, my current understanding of the demon race is limited to the "Detailed Explanation of the Ten Thousand Races in the Demon Realm". I am not sure whether these ashes I found are all from the Wind Eagle Clan."

Ji Qingzhou pointed at one of the boxes and said, "Like what's inside, I think the scent of her remains is very similar to your Wind Eagle Clan, but the color of her feathers is like other Eagle Clan members."

Upon hearing that, Feng Bao opened the box that Ji Qingzhou pointed to.

The box is divided into two layers. The top layer contains the body sample preserved by Ji Qingzhou. When you open the lid of this layer, you will find the ashes.

On the top layer of the box that Fengbao opened was a broken feather. The feather changed from dark black to dark blue from the root to the tip.

Even though it had been dead for ten thousand years and had been concocted by the Mad Taoist, as a member of the same Wind Eagle clan, Storm could still sense the breath of wind from this feather.

What surprised Ji Qingzhou was that when Feng Bao saw the broken feather, his pupils shrank and he suddenly became very excited.

At first, Ji Qingzhou thought that Feng Bao was sad because he saw the remains of his predecessor.

However, Storm suddenly exclaimed, "War, War God Storm?!"

Ji Qingzhou was stunned: "What?"

How can you shout out your name to the remains of an ancient demon?

But when he heard Fengbao added the word "God of War" in front of the name, Ji Qingzhou immediately guessed that it might be a homonym.

Storm's hands were shaking as he held the box. He murmured to himself, "She is the most favored and beloved eagle by the great Mother Wind God. She has been blessed with love and protection, and her feathers have been dyed with the color of wind, making her the most special wind eagle among the wind eagles..."

She was so excited that she almost jumped up, but her eyes were red and she was holding back tears: "Yes, the color and aura of this feather... must be right! She is the war god that our Wind Eagle tribe is so proud of, Storm!"

Feng Xiaocao, who was holding her legs, heard what Feng Bao said and immediately reacted: "Are you talking about the war god who has the same name as you?"

"She and I have the same name!"

Storm said respectfully, "My mother had high expectations of me. She hoped that I could be like the God of War and destroy everything on the battlefield, so she prayed to the God of Wind and named me the God of War."

"Really? That feather... is dyed with the color of wind?"

The blind priest was also very excited. He raised his trembling hand and grasped Storm's wrist.

Storm held her hand in return, led her, and gently placed it on the broken feather.

"It's really the God of War... It's really her..."

The priest felt the unyielding breath of the storm in the feathers, and in his empty eye sockets, the tear sacs that were not completely destroyed overflowed with moist breath.

She choked up, "The God of War...is finally home!"

Compared to humans, most demons have a longer lifespan, so the seemingly distant history, to them, is something that only previous generations have experienced and passed down orally, becoming part of every bit of their lives.

If Ji Qingzhou went deeper into the Baishi tribe, he would be able to see a wind eagle statue placed on each of the tops of the dozens of mountains where the Wind Eagle tribe lived in the center of the tribe.

These wind eagle statues look the same, but they are different and are different wind eagles.

They were the most powerful warriors in the history of the Wind Eagle Clan.

Only great warriors who have made great achievements for the Wind Eagle Clan and created brilliant achievements can obtain this honor.

And in the center of these powerful warriors, on the top of the most majestic mountain, stands a statue named——

God of War Storm!

In ancient times, the demon world was still in a primitive and barbaric era.

But no matter how simple-minded the demons are, they know how to fight for their homeland, shed their blood, and protect their tribe.

In order to resist the evil cultivators who invaded their homes, many monsters left their homeland and rushed to the battlefield to kill the enemy.

At that moment, the most powerful wind eagle in the tribe, the god of war Storm, stepped forward.

"The God of War said that there are too many weak monsters in our tribe, so the wind eagles must stay in the tribe to protect those monsters from being persecuted by the demon cultivators."

The priest choked up and told the story that every demon in the White Stone Tribe had heard. "As the most powerful warrior of the Wind Eagle Tribe and the most beloved child of the Wind God Mother, the greater her ability, the greater her responsibility. She has to bear the burden of fighting for the entire tribe and sacrificing her life for the demon world."

"So, the God of War ordered all the wind eagles to stay in the tribe and rushed to the front line alone."

"This battle, there is no return."

The priest said: "The God of War left countless victories and glories on the front lines that frightened the demons and boosted the morale of the monsters, but she..."

At this point, the priest's voice became very soft: "But he did not leave behind his own body."

I heard from the soldiers on the front line that the team led by the God of War Storm encountered an extremely powerful demon cultivator.

In order to protect the team members, Ares Storm let her teammates go first with resources and important information, and she stayed behind alone.

After that, the Wind Eagle tribe’s god of war, Storm, was never seen on the front lines again.