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Chapter 508: 303: Why Don’t You Take Me as Your Master!_2
Chapter 508: 303: Why Don’t You Take Me as Your Master!_2
Chapter 508: Chapter 303: Why Don’t You Take Me as Your Master!_2
“Unfortunately, although the escaping skill is exquisite, it lacks the Divine Power to subdue the enemy. Do we have to flee in the face of conflict with others? If longevity implies running away like this, I would rather not have it!”
“Hahaha, Feng Qing’an, you are so right. Just knowing how to hide and scuttle away whenever you meet people. Living such a stifled life, what’s the point of being immortal? You’re nothing more than an age-old turtle.”
Hua Qingyu, whose face had sunk, suddenly turned her anger into joy and laughed with her hands on her hips.
“How could I, Xu Wutian, not be good at fighting?”
Being publicly ridiculed and referred to as an age-old turtle, Jin Wuying, who is otherwise revered as a pride of the cultivation sects, was instantly enraged.
“Alright, if that’s the case, then show yourself and fight me. Only the victor can take Feng Qing’an as a disciple!”
Hua Qingyu immediately challenged him.
“I haven’t agreed to become a disciple yet, and I don’t plan to abandon and rework my cultivation!”
Looking at the girl in front of him, who had brought her into the mix and even bet who he should accept as a master. Feng Qing’an rolled his eyes and said in exasperation.
“Hua Zhenchuan, did you forget where we are? We don’t have time for fights, moreover…”
“You can simply admit defeat. You don’t have to find these excuses. Although you were never a match for me, there’s nothing wrong with admitting it. Others won’t laugh at you because of this.”
“Hua! Qing! Yu!”
“The lady is here!”
The young girl, clad in a ghostly exterior, seemingly dominated the entire wilderness.
“If you don’t accept it, come and fight me. I’ll give you a taste of what it’s like to fight the future Star Lodging Sect’s Daoist, if you dare to snatch my disciple.”
“Hmph! You are merely relying on the Divine King body. If it weren’t for this anatomical advantage, I wouldn’t be fearing you.”
“You have a Void Spirit body, haven’t you? Haven’t you made it this far by building on your physiology?”
“I’m just a Void Spirit, and nowhere near as famous as your Divine King body!”
“So, why not just admit defeat? After all, you are not as good as me in terms of reincarnation.”
Void Spirit body? Divine King body?
Hearing the quarrel between these prideful warriors of the Human Race, Feng Qing’an carefully noted every word they spoke. He still knew far too little about the cultivation world.
Not counting his elder brother, he had only had contact with the most outstanding cultivators, like Donghuang who had died long ages ago and was now in a resurrection period after reincarnating.
“Fellow daoist Wind, are you going to walk with us, or do you intend to go alone?”
Jin Wuying, who was all roundly suppressed after Hua Qingyu disrespected him, looked at Feng Qing’an, hoping to find a breakthrough and some comfort from him.
After all, this fellow daoist Wind had a good eye and could see the subtlety of their escape arts. Xu Wutian’s method was indeed the first choice for cultivators who cherished their lives.
“Didn’t I provoke a Ghost King? Since that Ghost King will find me, I’ll leave for now. Once I’ve dealt with him, it won’t be too late for me to join you again.”
Feng Qing’an responded.
“You can handle a Ghost King?”
Upon hearing Feng Qing’an’s words, Hua Qingyu and Jin Wuying both looked at him, and then at each other.
Even though they, the pride of great cultivation sects, had not yet undergone core formation, they possessed the power to defy the Ghost Kings. They weren’t nervous about sacrificing ten Ghost Kings to open the secret ruins. Instead, they had started comparing themselves to each other.
But their confidence or even impudence came from the fact that they aimed at ordinary Ghost Kings only while their real strength lay in their backgrounds.
Apart from having powers and skills that far surpassed cultivators at the same level, they also had magical treasures and even celestial weapons bestowed by their mentors and elders at the sects. This is why they could act lawlessly even under the eyes of a Ghost Immortal.
But now, a young self-proclaimed independent practitioner could remain calm and even chatty despite knowing that a Ghost King had marked him.
Either he had lost his mind or he had a trump card capable of suppressing the Ghost King in his hands. The two prideful cultivators of Taoism were more inclined towards the latter after witnessing the extraordinary grade phenomena displayed by Feng Qing’an.
“Just a small Ghost King, revered fellows, I’ll see you again!”
With a smile towards the two prideful cultivators of Taoism, Feng Qing’an stepped backwards and then, with surprising swiftness, he collided with the shadow in the corner, disappearing without a trace along with his cat. Not even a hint of his presence was left behind.
“Huh?!”
The very moment Feng Qing’an’s aura completely disappeared, the skinny young man materialized from thin air, rushing into the shadow where Feng Qing’an had disappeared. Touching something, he knitted his eyebrows, a look of confusion and puzzlement on his face.
“How is this possible?”
“What did you notice?”
Seeing his reaction, Hua Qingyu hurriedly questioned him. Although Feng Qing’an’s means of disappearing did catch her slightly off guard, she didn’t think much of it.
“You don’t practice escaping techniques, you wouldn’t understand.”
A look of astonishment appeared on Jin Wuying’s face, his tone and demeanor slightly impatient. After hearing the thunderous explosion-like sound reverberating from behind him, his impatience instantly vanished, as he adopted a more serious expression.
“The way this Feng fellow escaped bears some resemblance to the Demonic Sky Escaping Skill, but it’s more exquisite than any manifestation of the technique I’ve seen. It’s as if a real demon had performed it.”
“Demonic Sky Escaping Skill?”
“Yes, I don’t know where this fellow daoist acquired such luck to obtain the Demonic Sky Escaping Skill. Moreover, it’s unbelievable that he was able to refine and execute it so skillfully.
This heavily demonstrates the extraordinary talent of this fellow daoist. Forget about you, even your master isn’t qualified to take him as a disciple. Perhaps the one in charge of Ziwei Precinct from your Star Lodging Sect would be a more appropriate candidate.”
“Are you joking? That founding master already stopped accepting disciples a long time ago!”
“That’s because he has not met friend Feng yet. But if your Star Lodging Sect isn’t interested, I can inform my founding master to personally take him in.”
“Founding master?”
A peculiar expression passed over the young girl’s face,
“If that’s really the case, wouldn’t you have to call him master uncle the next time you meet?”
“As long as he joins Xu Wutian, I wouldn’t mind calling him uncle. It’s a shame, though, this daoist Feng seems uninterested in our Xu Wutian.”
The skinny young man shook his head, a hint of lament in his tone. He certainly noted that while friend Feng had praised his speed, he clearly showed no interest in them.
Considering his own disgraceful performance, where he could only be beaten and couldn’t retaliate, only escaping, no cultivator sect would like such a person—even if the reality was different.
“Haha, obviously. Who asked you to compare your Xu Wutian with our Star Lodging Sect? There’s simply no comparison.”
“It seems that friend Feng isn’t particularly interested in your Star Lodging Sect either.”
Jin Wuying stated casually.
“What did you say?”
“Don’t look at me like that. Even if you beat me up, it won’t change the conclusion I drew from observing him.”
“So, he doesn’t plan to start cultivation from scratch?”
Hua Qingyu stroked her silky chin.
“No, he does have plans to start cultivating again, but maybe because he’s walked the path once before, he’ll be more careful choosing the second time. Even if you praised Star Lodging Sect to the high heavens, he won’t be moved unless he sees it with his own eyes.”
Jin Wuying seriously analyzed Feng Qing’an’s thoughts, basing all his conjectures on the assumption that Feng Qing’an truly was a man of great talent who sought cultivation but was limited by his “lifespan”. He couldn’t predict that the man he had just met didn’t have to worry about lifespan depletion at all.
“That makes sense. Maybe I should invite him to our Star Lodging Sect. If he sees it for himself, he might even become my disciple on the spot.”
As the girl said this, she again looked radiant, brimming with confidence. As the true successor of one of the top cultivation sects in the world, she legitimately had this sort of confidence.